The God has moved to another world.

Near the knife protruding to the ground, keep even turning the sheath with both hands.

If someone who doesn't know what's going on sees the red sheath now, it's a strange thing.

Because it's odd from the eyes of Eltovael, who knows what's going on.

"Are you sure you're okay? Mostly faces and all that."

"It's okay, really. Because I'm an angel for once. Your body is sturdy."

To the worried red sheath, Eltovael answered, shaking his head like he was in a panic.

In fact, the body of an angel is quite sturdy.

It's not as sturdy as the red sheath that fell from the stratosphere and was intact, but it's sturdy to the extent that it stays intact even if it falls from the skyline of Tokyo Skytree.

And the seeds were safe.

Laughing, Eltovael points to the basket containing the object he was asked to collect in the red sheath.

Among those falling accidents, the contents of the basket were intact.

Even in an environment where there was no magic around, I guess I was fortunate that it was something special to protect what was inside.

Nevertheless, there is no doubt that there was also Eltovael's skill.

I wouldn't even need that skill if I hadn't fallen.

To Eltovael's words, the red sheath makes a bitter laugh.

"No, it's good that the seed was safe. I'm worried about Mr. Eltovael."

"Yes, thank you"

Eltovael also smiled bitterly and bowed his head sorry.

In this world, God, who cares purely for angels, is rare.

No, it would be better to say that God is rare to have a careable feeling.

Unlike the world of the red sheath, where trees, plants and, in some cases, cauldrons and bicycles can be gods, the gods of this world are all things that were born out of the Mother God.

Such gods have nothing to worry about the angels and humans who are descending.

Instead, you can say you can't.

The standards are too different.

From the gods, angels, men and animals are equally brittle beings.

The mood of someone who is too weak is something you can't even imagine.

From the absolute existence of neither dying nor old nor extinguishing, there is no such thing as the art of knowing the fear and pain of those things.

Even if you can go through it in a pseudo way, it's nothing like real fear or pain.

For Eltovael, who works under God as an angel in such a world, the gestures and worrying words from God are tantamount to pity from the absolute superior.

Like the red sheath, there was nothing to worry about in the same position.

That wasn't bad or anything, it was natural.

Because that's what God is.

Nonetheless, what about the red sheath?

Pain is familiar to him.

I remember what I tasted in my time as a human being.

More importantly, where he is originally a human spirit, he, unlike God in this world, has the fear of extinguishing.

In fact, if there had not been an imbalance in the original world, its existence would have returned to nothing in the following years.

From such a red sheath, the pain of the crash, as I tasted before rubbing, can be inferred, and Eltovael's pain can be a matter of heartfelt concern.

For Eltovael, who had never been turned to such thoughts by God, the worry of the red sheath was an itchy object.

Sometimes I guess I'm confused about the care I'm being directed at for the first time.

"Diffusion of magic, you're doing it cleverly"

As he distracted himself from the story, Ertvael peered into the ground.

Use divine power and try to watermark the crust.

Then it was found that the blade of the divine sword of the red sheath was placed on a mass of magic hidden beneath the earth.

Would it be easy to understand when it comes to radishes that rotate at high speeds, like a knife pressed up?

Momentum, like an automatic cutlet stripper, blows the magic detached from the mass in all directions.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm a bum."

Good, the red sheath also peeks into the magic beneath the ground.

The red sheath nodded satisfactorily to a mass of magic that was shrinking to about half its original size.

As long as it gets a little smaller, it should naturally diffuse later, even if left alone.

"When this is over, it's finally time for the flora and fauna."

"Right. Because I've never been in anything before. I hope it gets busy."

As for the red sheath, which was doing God in a country full of fields and fields, I just want intelligent life to come quickly.

Originally he is a god who conducts abundance and prosperity.

"As long as the spread of magic is over, we can ask for the removal of the junctions stretched around the area. You can also plant the plants you brought."

To Eltovael's words, the red sheath says, "Hmm?," he frowned between his brows.

"Speaking of which, there's a line around here, right? Don't suck the magic around you or let the creature come in by mistake and die of magic depletion."

"Yes, the powerful surround"

"Who's going to take that off?

As far as connections are concerned, someone will have to strain and get rid of them.

It was said to be a part of the area, but its scope is not narrow.

As far as the red sheath can see, it's mostly wasteland.

It would not be possible with the power of juxtaposition to establish or remove such a bond.

At least I can never do it on the red sheath.

"I think it will be Master Amvalence. Because it was you who made the bond."

"Heh. That guy did such an amazing thing. I don't think it fits the image."

Sun god unvalence.

He is the supreme god in this world, but his image in the red sheath is "someone who is nearly overworked to death by being pushed into the world by his mother god".

Not "awesome god".

"So, for now, why don't you call me when you're done spreading magic"

Eltovael's face clouded by the words of a casual red sheath.

"So, is that a phone call?

Eltovael, who had done the world of the red sheath, also had the knowledge of telephones.

Phone is one of the science pieces of the world where the red sheath is, and it should never be the kind of thing that is found in "Haiwon and Nakahara," a world of swords and magic.

"Yeah. They reproduced it from the story that some kind of phone is convenient. Mr. Amvalence. You said you'd pay the angels sometime, didn't you?

"And a phone?!

They soaked up the set-aside shape and suddenly made something that looked like a phone.

Once rotten, it would have been easy, for example, to create something that looked like it, with its seemingly functional features, had it had the power of Ambalance, the supreme god.

"As far as I'm concerned, I still like the one who rubs and turns round dials. It's a smartphone, right?"

That's how the red sheath took it out of my nostalgia was the now fashionable smartphone type phone.

Big screen in a frame of hard glowing metal that I think is almost complete.

It does look like the latest type of smartphone.

"Well, I'll call you when I'm done."

The red sheath once again peered into a mass of magic beneath the ground.

Second, the face is distorted by a lot of shavings.

Until then, the contours of a sphere of magic began to distort.

"Oh, are you here?

To the red sheath peeking forward, Eltovael also turned his eyes to the mass as he panicked.

Huge chunks of light sources.

If it were visible to the human eye, it would have been like a sun shining in seven colors.

Shaping the world, one of the powers God has as God.

The mass of power known as "magic" in "sea plains and middle plains" dissolved as if the balls of sand were loose in the water.

The tiny particles of light that diffuse into the air disappear as they are, losing their pounding and luminosity.

Until then, a huge chunk of light, emitting a definite presence, disappeared scattered with no fragment left.

He exhaled one sigh, and the red sheath breathed in thoughtfully as he stretched out his entire body.

I feel things like power filling the air that I've never felt in the original world.

Blessed be God, is this what you say?

The red sheath rises fluttered, feeling the power of allowing the Creating God to use it in the creation.

I look around again, but the same rough land just spreads.

Still, this land does take a major step towards resurrection.

Even if it's invisible to the eye.

"Ah. Speaking of which, seeds and seedlings, even though it's a place without magic, were you okay?

Suddenly shaken, Ertvael said, "Yes?!" and raise her voice upside down.

"Oh, I'm fine. This is because I'm putting up a line that protects the inside."

"Really?! Something I don't seem to be able to do."

In fact, the red sheath is not good at putting up boundaries or anything.

Or I've never done it before.

Nodding as impressed, the red sheath laughs with pleasure.

"Well, shall I call Mr. Amvalence as soon as possible? Let's plant trees and grass while we wait."

Really, a red sheath with a pleasant smile coming from there in my heart.

"Yes."

To him, Ertvael answers briefly.

For the red sheath, which conducts prosperity and abundance, it is, so to speak, the duty to help grow plants.

I can finally come here and do what I'm good at.

More importantly, the red sheath liked the job of giving "prosperity and abundance" protection.

Seeing people rejoice makes them happy, too.

Throughout his life, the red sheath has been that kind of person.

Of course that's still the same now that I'm a god.

"Come on. I hope you get busy"

Laughing joyfully, the red sheath pays off the dirt on the wax.

Life in different worlds, that first step was taken.

That thought fills the chest of the red sheath.

Looking forward to the smiles of the residents who would come one day, the red sheath took on a new job.