The God has moved to another world.

In the Great Sea Plains, one barrel was floating.

That barrel, big enough for people to enter, is covered with bat umbrellas.

On that bat umbrella stood a translucent woman.

Like stereoscopic footage. It was an artificial spirit figure that can sometimes be seen in "Haiwon and Nakahara".

Created by the hands of men, they are like artificial intelligence where we speak on Earth.

Large magic machines can be controlled and information processed in a wide variety of places.

Why is such an artificial spirit floating in the middle of the sea, standing on a barrel?

That's because her Lord is in the barrel.

The Artificial Spirit, Martina, wandered around the bat umbrella and asked about the condition of his own Lord who was inside.

If that were to be expressed in a word, it would be "asleep".

Despite the size of the barrel, it is exquisitely sized for people to enter.

If you want to sleep, you just have to hold your knees and nod.

Despite such a sleepy posture, the Lord of Martina is asleep with pleasure.

The bat umbrella is carefully enchanted with blocking outside temperatures, and the barrel is enchanted with adjusting the interior to a comfortable temperature and humidity.

The magic used by her Lord was called "poetry magic," which was activated by magically emitting words like spell-like poetry.

It's troublesome magic to keep it going for as long as it's instant, but her lord is doing it.

That demonstrates that you are terribly good at magic control and terribly deep in your understanding of poetry magic.

If a magician sees it, he might go mad.

What advanced magic to use, etc.

I wanted to say both Martina and one of the complaints, but I gave up because it was useless where I said it.

If it were the Lord who would change it, it would not have been like drifting in a sea plain like this originally.

I wouldn't ask, but Martina decided to speak up again.

"A medium-sized submarine is approaching. I suggest you run, though."

"Hmm?

When the Lord of Martina speaks like he's fallen asleep, he looks uncomfortably.

He opened his mouth to the troublesome smell as he tried to pull the lid of the open bat umbrella back.

"Fine. It's nothing like that. You're not taking out debt, are you?

"They don't have the ability to own a submarine of this size. The target submarine is presumably for military use in the first place. I didn't even realize I existed until I got very close."

"Well, is that okay? Let's go. I'm sure they won't kill you."

When the Lord of Martina nodded as if the story was over, he closed his eyes and began to sleep.

Looks like he's really asleep, as far as biological reactions go.

Humans may sigh at times like this.

It was Martina who learned that way, but the situation has not improved at all.

Ningro, it's getting worse and worse.

"From the submarine, a small boat-like object was ejected. I'm approaching you."

Yes, I speak to discipline, but the Lord to report is asleep.

If you're human, I guess this is a place to hold your head.

It was Martina who decided that, but that doesn't change the status quo.

Things like small boats are getting closer and closer to barrels.

And finally, near the barrel, I surfaced that fuselage.

Facing out of the sea was a mass of metal, like an arm, swelling the torso part of the armor.

As long as Martina scans, she has no legs, presumably a small weapon or work boat with an underwater working, combat arm.

When you look at something that doesn't have a specific shape for mass production like the corporate logo or off-the-shelf products, maybe it's a handcrafted aircraft.

The barrel was in the waves that arose when the fuselage appeared from the sea, but it did not sink with the support of Martina.

I guess it's pretty covert to see where the waves weren't even standing as big as they were originally.

In front of Martina watching, the back area opened with a slight eruption.

It was an elf man with glasses who put his face out of it.

The elf muttered in an indescribably hard voice when he compared the martina to the barrel with a strange face.

"... what are you doing?

"We are drifting in barrels as a result of the Lord's actions. I am an artificial Spirit Martina mounted on a demonic stone embedded in the Lord's body. If you can, Lord, I'd like you to protect me, but can you tell me where you belong?"

Seeing what Martina looked like, I guess it came with a big prediction of who she was.

The elf only wore his glasses back slightly and didn't look particularly surprised.

"I'm a scholar hired by the Galtic Mercenaries, and they call me Doctor. You can call me that."

"Galtic Mercenaries. Battle group bound by Sergei Galtic. You were the first to be on the princess's side during the military coup in Eisegbel."

"Well, I had a lot going on at that time and it did. That's right, the Galtic Mercenaries."

"So can't we want protection without checking with Sergei Galtic"

To Martina's words, the elf wrinkled wonderfully between his eyebrows.

Because it was a surprise that you applied for protection.

"No. I'm fine. You are quite an advanced artificial spirit. If you are embedded in your body, your Lord must possess considerable magic. It would use a lot of magic just to activate it. The fact that you are in motion means that you are supplied with magic, and your Lord will naturally not be dead. If you are an artificial spirit, it is not strange that you incorporate flying magic. If not, your Lord would have. [M] The magic that hangs on that barrel is poetry magic. It doesn't require mediation, so you can fly if you say so."

Martina nodded cocklessly at the words of the elf that even appeared.

Apparently, he decided that this elf was a decent, magically knowledgeable, commonsense figure.

"Assuming that, I ask, why is your husband still drifting?

"The Lord seems to think of this drifting state as an ideal state. He likes the life of drinking one biscuit a day and one litre of water."

As the elf deepened the wrinkle that leaned between his eyebrows, he held it down with his fingers to rub it apart.

Hook up the part of the glasses to your finger and cough gently.

"So, is your husband in that barrel? What are you doing? Are you on guard over this one?

"No, I'm asleep"

"... sleeping? Did you tell him about my approach?

"I told him. On top of that, he said he would sleep because he didn't think he was in debt, and he wouldn't take his life."

"Right. Well, I don't know. Sounds like a pretty funny guy. In the meantime, can you wake me up?

Copy that, sir.

Martina's face at those times was actually a pleasant smile that came to mind for the first time in months.

It was about an hour ago that their pirates captured a ship flying the flag of Skeisler.

I've paid the informers, bought information on the passage of a large freighter, gathered my people, prepared weapons, and prepared several things for this day.

I was particularly concerned about the number of ships.

Usually there are around six escorts aboard Skeisler's large cargo ship.

If a human being who knows nothing hears, he might think less.

But a decent pirate would lose his mind about getting his hands on it just because he heard it.

A Skysler soldier is a monster that crushes by itself if he is a pirate in line.

For a small number of minutes, the time, money and effort devoted to its development are not half as good.

That's why that fighting power is out of digit.

I'm not the only one who can win a pirate who's just armed.

Usually, you don't just ask for a name, you just run away.

But that's not how I went this time.

The pirates really needed the money they had trapped.

That's why we needed to target a large freighter that was good to get into, even if it was not.

For that reason, I borrowed all my equipment and people.

It's a really delicate story to say that they owe money to build it, but that's the only way they had it.

The operation set up by the pirates was truly simple and lucid.

A lot of people, surrounding a large freighter.

That's all.

But it was the only effective means of confrontation against Skeisler's ship.

Skeisler is a few elite and individual powers are high rather than ordinary.

But there are only a few of them.

If you fight directly from the front, you'll be kicked, but there's no problem, because fighting and winning isn't the goal.

Because with the number of people the opponent can't handle at once, as long as you point a weapon at the ship that can do a lot of damage, you can beat it.

The Skysler side can only do without protecting the ship.

If you destroy this ship, there will be no ex-child.

In that case, it would be less harmful if you handed over the load.

Nevertheless, it is a daunting undertaking to get all those numbers together.

Anyway, the pirates don't have so many ships either.

Even if there was a ship, it wouldn't make sense if the number of people didn't match.

So this time, the pirates were asking the pirates they knew to come out with their heads down.

It brought together different groups of pirates, large and small, to create a great fleet of pirates.

Once we got together, the rest was easy.

Me and me, people gathered one after another, a total of as many as thirty pirate ships.

With all this, we can't deal with as many Skysler soldiers as we have on a large freighter.

That, it should have been.

"What the hell, this"

The pirate's head whines with trembling lips as he grips the rudder of his ship.

He was the first to speak to the other pirates.

They hung up on their pirates, worked out their maneuvers, picked a ship to attack, and finally celebrated the day with their thoughts.

This operation was supposed to be a must win.

There should have been absolutely no failure.

But what about reality?

The pirate's head circled around and looked at the ship around him.

Every ship in sight can see intense fighting taking place.

There are flashes of magic and smoke rising that some of the ships will be burning.

It's not just a visible range of ships.

According to voice communications, which has been sounding harshly for some time now, all thirty ships have been attacked.

That shouldn't have happened.

There are six soldiers aboard a large cargo ship, many of them.

Even if there was some mistake, there would be about eight of them.

Regardless, how is the current situation?

If there are 30 of these ships and all of them are under attack, there will be at least 30 of them.

That's not all.

Occasional magic had been unleashed from pirate ships that apparently got laid in the attack to large freighters.

But all of that has been intercepted.

I don't know if it's a magical attack or what, but something shines out of a large freighter, knocking down the magic and going back.

At this point, there will also be one or more soldiers aboard the large cargo ship.

There were also simultaneous attacks from several pirate ships that were intercepted, so there would be at least five or six of them.

Then there will be at least 35 to 36 soldiers aboard the large cargo ship.

"Why are you on so much!! It would be like a military intervention in the other country if I let you ride so much and you would have a problem! They'll refuse to dock or something!!

"That's what I'm talking about!

The pirate's head spurted as he grabbed the neck of the sailor, who was nearby in frustration.

Nothing. That doesn't improve the situation, but it calms me down somewhat.

"Damn! What the fuck is going on!!

"All the ships on this side have been attacked, and the attack on this side has been bounced back. Oh, he said he surrendered some ships."

"Oh, I knew it!!

"Yeah?! Didn't you just hear!

"It doesn't make any sense!!

"Hit it!

Beating sailors reflexively, the pirate's head regains some calm.

When I grabbed the terminal for onboard communications, I raised my voice to yell.

"Situation! Can't you still kick out the rats that got in!!

We're already caught. "

"What... so...?

"It's tied and rolled with rope that was loaded onto the ship. I can't untie this. I can't untie it. It's a professional move."

"Oh and more?! Then why are you in the comms?

"Something tells me to urge you to surrender when the comms arrive. They said they wouldn't kill you, and they wouldn't surrender?

"Sine!!

When the pirate's head shouted so powerfully, he slammed the communications plane to the ground.

I look back when I make sure the blood up my head goes down just a little bit.

Ahead, two women stood.

One dressed in a white piece, a woman with such flair as a lady.

The other is an adventurous woman equipped with an easy-to-move skin breastplate.

The two were hired by pirate heads, adventurers, just in case.

In this world, there is nothing to say about international law.

For this reason, everything that happens outside the country shall be completed at your own risk.

Even if a ship is attacked outside the country, it ends with "You're unlucky".

Even if it is determined that it was someone from some country who attacked us, it ends with "You're out of luck".

In the first place, in "Kaihara and Nakahara," outside the country is a demon cave.

Dragons and other monsters walk wide and there is absolutely no guarantee of life.

There have been attempts to create international law and so on, but even more so when the great Powers started wars, they disappeared.

Somehow because of that, adventurers registering for the guild were also considered to have no problem doing anything other than what is considered the territory of the country.

For example, killing another adventurer and robbing him of his belongings would be no problem if he didn't straighten it out.

Assuming it falls apart, his fellow adventurers will beat him up.

That's why it wasn't uncommon for pirates to hire adventurers.

Adventurers have a good sense of common sense, so they do not participate in work in the territory of the country.

Nevertheless, it is also not the kind of job that can be recruited in guilds to pee, so it becomes a job of personal contracts between pirates and adventurers.

These jobs were fruitful and preferred by the adventurers who stood up in arms.

The task of attacking the most large transport vessels and other ships that would be accompanied by the escort of the transport state is not limited to that.

"Look, you guys! If this happens, we're gonna have to run! You two go and beat the rats out of me!

"Um, I don't mind that. I've noticed a lot worse than that."

"Ahem?!

To the laid back words of a woman in a piece, the pirate's head exasperatingly distorted his expression.

What do you think you're going to say when you can't afford it?

"Your head is holding the rudder, right? But it looks like your ship's not responding to the rudder. I wonder why."

"Huh?"

The look on the pirate's head froze in an instant.

I see the rudder drawing blood from my face and gripping it in a slow motion.

There is no shaking of the ship or change of course.

It maintains a close distance relationship with a large transport vessel nearby.

Now, turn the rudder around.

After all, there is no change in the ship.

"Hey, what the heck!!!

"Oh. What's going on?

"Perhaps they took over magic control. The numbers on the monitors and meters are bullshit."

"Become, seriously!

To the words of an adventurous woman, the pirate's head ran his eyes on the monitors.

Indeed, the indications that appeared and nothing was bullshit.

In particular, I feel artificial malice around a speed of "072" and a fuel residue of "893".

"Perhaps something was done when the people I contacted earlier were caught. Because today's control system does not require direct connections such as remote operations or shafts, and if you have a computer, you can also break in and take over from the outside. You don't mean you should magically streamline anything. Perhaps if there were a man familiar with magic control, he could take back the ship's right to steer, because the magic of the lineage that is moving this ship is an out-of-gate maiden. Anyone familiar with this?

"Ku, the exciting one! Yes, you're familiar with magic!

Blood returned to the face of the pirate's head.

I leaned over to the crew that was nearby in a hurry and grabbed the chest barn.

The crew, who was grabbed by the chest barn, uttered, "Uh, if that's the case," even though he was slackened in the neck and seemed to have no particular problem.

Apparently, they're pretty rocked.

"I was just communicating. He seems to be tied up."

"What are you tied up for, Chickshaw!!

"Become!

Screaming, the head of a pirate beating down the crew he was grabbing.

Apparently, he's the type of person who can get his hands on it at the same time as his mouth.

The crew that flew away stayed momentum and hit the nearby door.

The sound of a dokan sounds, and the crew sticks straight down to the floor.

At about the same time, the door opened.

It was a woman who tied her hair behind her, wrapped around an all-back, that put her face out of it.

"Oh?! I'm surprised! Wow - I'm surprised! I was at the door right now! Then here's the thing, Dong! Don't!

"So, who is it, Temeye!

The pirate's head raises a voice of vigilance.

There will be no need.

I didn't recognize a woman with a face.

In the hands of the pirate's head is gripped a knife with a pattern mounted diagonally.

It's a pistol-like angle.

The blade of the knife is engraved with text, emitting a light and blue light.

Strike out the magic, it's a flying tool.

"Oh, me? I was, uh, on a big freighter, you know? I was wondering if it would help if you surrendered."

The woman said so in a mild tone as she raised her eyebrows to a knife pointed at the pirate's head.

There is no appearance of unaware of the magic weapon.

Attaching magic to a knife and making it a flying tool falls into the pretty popular category.

After figuring out Sole, he doesn't seem to be having a mild attitude breakdown.

Probably quite used to the place.

"Nah Nah! No matter how many Skeisler soldiers you have at this distance, I don't mind the bullets!!

Screaming, the pirate's head put magic into the knife.

At that moment, the crest engraved on the knife transforms magic into a physical phenomenon.

A shockwave that also penetrated the steel of the fist magnitude was emitted towards the woman's face.

Apparently the pirate's head arm was quite good, capturing the center of his face precisely.

Beyond the speed of sound, the woman looked at it with a surprising look.

Perhaps it was surprising that the pirate's head came shot.

But it was also only a few moments away.

As he kicked the door open so as to kick it through, he laid his hands on the pattern of the sword that was resting on his hips.

The door hinge screams, but it manages to run out.

It was faster for a woman to pull a knife than for a door to hit a wall.

The sword pulled out goes straight to the shock wave.

And I've broken both shock waves that are supposed to be chunks of energy.

All that remained was a breeze, foggy and almost powerless.

You can't shoot me when I'm talking to you.

The woman turns her cut to the pirate's head and laughs and shows it.

Contrary to that, the pirate's head distorted his expression to hatred.

"Damn it!

The pirates on the spot were not the only ones with heads and fallen crews.

A few crews point the flying tool they were raising from their shoulders at the woman.

However, women moved a few steps faster than they would have worked.

Travel to glide through the ground rinse and approach the crew in an instant.

Raise the sword in your hand to the weapon of the crew.

Obviously, the sword in the woman's hand was easily pierced by the weapon, even though it could be seen to be made of iron.

The look on the crew's face strained all at once.

At about the same time, the weapon makes a tall sound and explodes.

Probably because he put magic into his weapon and was stabbed with a sword just before the magic activated.

Magic lost its way, and it broke out.

The explosion of the weapon he was holding blows up the crew's body and knocks it against the wall.

"Aye, yes."

The woman turns her body back to the rest of the crew immediately when she says so in a distracted voice.

Dear turning around, the sword that had been pulled out struck down the magic that had been pointed and shot at his back.

Apparently, he sensed that, aiming and pulling out his sword.

Shake the sword in both hands several more times.

Numerous crews were firing invisible shockwaves, but all of them would be judged off with swords.

"You're lying, right?!

"What's that sword!

The crew screams like a scream, but there will be no need.

The sword a woman had was like a rapier, not looking very sturdy.

It's a mass product at first glance.

"Yes, yes."

The woman said so in a distracted voice, showing her back rounded in exaggeration.

Something and the moment the pirates set themselves up, four sharp things stick out of the woman's back, along with a dull metal sound.

A hand holding that sword appears sooner than it can be seen that it is the same sword a woman had.

Four arms grew from the woman's back, conveniently holding the sword.

"What?!

The crews can magic the weapon in unison to its different sights.

But the magic never activated.

Because sooner than that, something jumped out of a woman's back cut everything off.

With the same glossy body as the sword in his hand, it looked like a human wearing full body armor.

That number is two.

A metal warrior with a sword in both hands.

The weapons the crews had erupted in an interrupted reaction to the magic, hurting the crews themselves.

"Ghaaaa!!

"Say yes!

"What the hell is that?!

When the woman put the sword in both hands in her sheath, she paid her own back with her breasts.

There is no such thing as a hole in it.

Apparently, the metal soldier didn't come out punching his back.

It was the head of a pirate who was out of his jaw with his eyes round the sight, but he threw it away like Gaten had gone when he saw the crews rolling.

"Chickshaw!“ Multiple. "It's Pryan Blue! I'm not listening to you!!

"That? You know about me? When I sell my name, my wedding is a long way off again."

That's good, but the woman, Pryan Blue, put her head on.

"So, let's get back to it. Come on, I knew you'd surrender?

To the words of Pryan Blue, the pirate's head collapsed from his knees disappointingly.

I guess I received that as a willingness to surrender.

Pryan Blue grinned and shrugged her shoulders gently.

"Didn't this ship do the hardest? You did the main killer's job. There are many injured, but there are no dead. to each other."

"Well, you're all safe! Great!"

To the sound of slapping his hands gently, the pirate's head looks up.

The Lord of Voices was a woman wearing an employed adventurer's piece.

Pryan Blue also turned to you and dropped his jaw disappointingly.

"You,“ the bell sounds. "Lili Elstra? What the fuck are you doing?

"Ya"

It was the more adventurous woman who raised her hand in response to Pryan Blue's words.

To a name that suddenly pops up, the pirate's head draws a look.

"Seriously! They're the adventurers we hired!

"Seriously. Huh, feels like resisting?

An adventurer called Lili shakes his head to show Pryan Blue, who frowns at his roots.

"No way. It would be devastating if I tried to do it to you. The employer's ship will also be wiped out. It's not right for you. I'm surrendering, will you miss it?

"No, no, no. That's not exactly how..."

"Next time I'll set up a concert with our noble son."

"Seriously... so? Seriously. No, no, no, no, no, no. That's right. You're a soldier of the country, aren't you? You're also the one who bothers me a lot. Maybe it's for each other's country to close their eyes because there wasn't one here, right? Oh, come on. Hey, can I get some time?

"Go ahead."

Pryan Blue begins to roar.

The pirate's head raised his voice as he was about to be drunk by the situation.

"Wait a minute!“ of the sound of a bell. "If Lili Elstra stuck it would be the knight of the Hourika kingdom, wouldn't it?!

"That's right. Why are you here?"

Pryan Blue also endorses the words of the pirate's head.

Lili glanced slightly at the woman in the next piece.

When I make sure I snort as I grin, I open my mouth to a sigh mix.

"It's for this one's protection. You said you wanted to experience something called an adventurer. Well, you know, there's a lot going on."

"I am the Fourth Princess of Houlika."

"Ha-ha-ha. See you around."

"Come on, we usually hired you guys at the tavern, didn't we? Ha ha!

To the two words, Pryan Blue laughed as he erupted.

The pirate's head is also making a dry laugh.

But Lili is not laughing at all.

The woman next door is laughing all the time.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Pryan Blue basically sticks his hand in his nostalgia.

What I took out was a mobile device with dictionary and other features.

Prian Blue, who has the opportunity to meet a variety of people in his position, has a roster of face photographs of nobles and other people from all over the country.

Operate with the kati and show a single photo on the screen.

When I bent over, I turned it to the pirate's head.

"Hey. Do I look like the same person as this and that lady?

The pirate's head looked suspicious for a moment, but soon realized what Pryan Blue intended.

Apparently, it's just a head, and he's not even retarded.

After comparing the terminal to the woman for a while, the pirate's head slowly covered his face with both hands.

"... are you serious? Seriously. Yada, this is just too much. 'Cause they complain about that shottage."

Pryan Blue falls off his knees disappointed.

To her like that, Lili reluctantly stabbed a stop.

"Later, the pirates are all women"

"Oh, it's the Pirates."

"Chickshaw is aaaaaaaaa!!!!

For some reason, Pryan Blue screaming in tears.

Apparently, there were a couple of preferred types.

The woman of the sea was so successful that she accidentally mistake her for a man.

The cry, he said, was more regrettable than any scream raised in this waters that day.