The God has moved to another world.

Hilariously tap the calculator and keyboard at hand as you glimpse the thin monitor placed on the desk.

Don't look up as you think from time to time.

"Oh, bad. Here's the dossier, could you put it together? I'll send it now. Here's for tomorrow's meeting, on a booklet array."

and tell your subordinates nearby about administrative matters.

At first glance it seems like a workplace landscape that is everywhere, but it is not.

The graphs lining the monitors are incomprehensible to humans, and for the characters that are in line, they are not what humans use in the first place.

That letter, called the divine script, is used by God and similar things.

It's supposedly insane when humans see it properly, but that doesn't actually happen.

I guess to the extent that I don't know exactly what it says.

This place, which deals with such things, is still not a human workplace.

It is the office of the Sun God Amvalence of the other world "Sea Plains and Nakahara".

I tend to imagine the office of God, when it comes to majesty, but only here, none of those atmospheres.

The iron and thought gray work desks line up, and all the desktop computers and piles of paperwork stand out.

Working are angels dressed in thoughts, such as robes and armor that seem to move easily.

And it's an unbalance roaring at the deepest desk.

Ambalance sighed deeply as he looked at the material he received from the demon who came to report.

It may seem unnatural to have a demon in God's workplace, but it is not strange in "Haiwon and Nakahara".

In this world, the devil refers to those whose task is to approach human beings with no boundaries of desire and to satisfy them with evil there.

More importantly, that's the kind of angel in charge of the job.

Of course, humans don't know such facts.

Demons are supposed to be beings that corrupt humans and discredit souls.

In fact, let a serial killer step on a dodge and catch you.

Stimulate the greed of officials who were devouring the profits so that they could not escape, and let the blubber out.

Let the king, who is about to sacrifice half the human life of his country for immortality, sacrifice a small village for its research, and make his surroundings aware of the king's decadence.

You can have such things solemnly purified under the glory of the gods.

Some might think so.

But then the gods of this world think no.

Man's sins should be judged by man.

Make the crime, which would otherwise be covered in darkness, manifest itself by causing anomalies in the spirit and desire of the culprit.

That's what the devil does.

Ambalance had his head in the report of one such demon.

"Also. Nothing - this. Slaves and people buying. I don't know what that means."

Of course, I know what that means.

What he's trying to say is that I don't understand the human psyche that does that.

"Hey. I've seen a lot of human evil, too. It's not something you get used to."

That said, the veteran demon, "Gurzedeval the Wolf Head," shrugged his shoulder.

He is a touchdown of the great devil's pillar of having five pillars, but he is an angel who originally helped wolves and dog-based animals thrive, etc.

It may be painful irony that he, who presided over family love, fellowship, etc., is now drawing out and corrupting the human wild.

The contents of the material that Gurzedeval brought are, in general, as follows:

A kind of subhuman, who has been persecuted for a long time, is hunted with intense momentum.

Anything, they do to pet the subordinate among the royal nobility.

Originally weak and small, this race was chased by hunters and merchants and is now a vagrant people, he said.

He says he keeps moving from place to place while hiding in the woods, in the mountains, etc.

"I thought you were going to extinct me. - Oh."

Unbalance with head.

In such a way, Gurzedeval also raised a wrinkle between his brows and roared.

By the way, the look of Gurzedeval is angelic style with wings on his back and a circle on his head.

"Well, there's no such thing as smashed stories about destroying other races, because it's a survival competition. It's just that the reason for this is to say it's for fun."

"I'm fine. See you when you say it's not in touch with the law."

"Because there's slavery. That's good. That's not good. Human ethics is still incomprehensible."

Even in a country where man was not the predominant race, slavery is deeply rooted in a country roughly in this world.

In a country where ethics were said to be strong, it was forbidden to enslave a race that was considered relatively close to man.

But even in such countries, "goblins are not sub-races" are bought and sold.

From a high-ranking god like Amvalence, neither man nor goblin is much of a part of it.

It is something tangled in a man's greed, but it cannot be solved by man, nor is it like angels or demons stick their mouths in.

Or, if you ask me if I can leave it as it is, I will snap your neck.

It's a hard case to judge.

Ambalens roared for a little while and sighed as he shook his head.

"Well, that's it. Already, let's see how it goes. I'm just gonna figure out what to do."

I'll think of something to take care of, but I can't think of anything right now, so just leave it at that.

It is an instruction that can be taken as appropriate, but it can also be said that there is no choice.

There are other tasks in the unbalance that need to be done, like mountains.

"Well, I'll just keep an eye on the race and gather information on slavery."

"Please. Oh, and those kids are getting away, and I can help you."

God's GO signature is essential for the help of angels and demons.

Grzedeval smiles like a relief.

"Yes, I won't let you catch one from here on out."

"Don't hang on to me, okay? 'Cause even if it's weird, it's that one."

It was an unbalance that dropped off the backs of veteran demons who burned their willingness to protect refugees and gave them a bitter laugh.

It was an unbalance I tried to peek into the paperwork again, but the hand came together perfectly.

Because I noticed a light noise that rang from around my chest.

It took me a few seconds to determine it was a ringtone flowing from my smartphone.

Probably because I haven't been able to hold it yet.

Push it on your face when you put it on the phone quickly.

"Hello. It's an unbalance."

"Oh, thank you for your help. Red sheath."

What I could hear was the voice of the red sheath leaving heaven some days ago.

Night forest.

It's a dark, dangerous place.

Things you like and go in, there will be very little.

Like them, it's unlikely to have an injured person or a woman or a child first.

Except if you want to commit suicide.

With all due respect, they were still in the woods at night.

With an injured man, an old man, a woman, and a child.

A total of about 40 people, but more than half of them were such "footprints".

Nevertheless, with that number of people, can we ensure some safety?

Some will think so.

But reality isn't.

It's just bait from the hunting side, such as a group sheltering weak things.

For a large number of people, there will be louder noises, etc., which will attract predators.

Well, some of them are even injured.

I don't know what kind of stuff the smell of flowing blood calls for.

Even with that in mind, they were in the woods with "footprints".

Because I had a situation where I had to.

"Okay, if it's just a big fire here, even a somewhat damp tree will burn"

"Right. For one thing, the beast won't come by here."

Words were deliberately exchanged louder to sound like things around him, and the young man lowered his back for the first time that day.

Because we were able to prepare a bonfire that could finally be hit by everyone.

Ever since I went into the woods with everyone, I've been running away without time to rest my mind.

Neither a warrior nor a hunter can be a sane shack, such as them staying in the woods at night.

But I couldn't have done it without it.

There are multiple intelligent life forms in this world.

Most commonly, humans.

Others, such as elves, dwarves and dwarves, are classic species in fantasy.

He had a high intelligence index and some goblins, cobolts, etc. who run social life.

Most races make nations and so forth, building a force.

But there are also things called minority races in there that are only to the extent of finally creating small villages in their entirety.

They "Agney" were also one of those minority races.

Agney has very low physical abilities compared to other organisms.

It would be due to height not exceeding 1.2m as an adult or luxurious physique.

The appearance is like a young child of a human or elf, and the appearance age remains the same for the rest of his life when he grows to some extent.

Speaking of human appearance age, you spend your life around 7-11 years old.

The look of it is so beautiful, it is hailed as if it were a doll from other races.

Would it be easy to imagine that there is no such thing as a bad color compared to an elf that is known for its beauty?

Physically powerless intelligent life forms are often excellent at handling magic.

When it comes to whether Agney also has those characteristics, it is not.

Magic is what every individual can handle, its ability is not high.

To the extent that the skill bottoms up your physical abilities.

Nevertheless, it has only the power of childhood as originally appeared.

Bottom it up with magic, finally about the adulthood of a human man.

Beautiful looking, weak.

There's no way any other species would leave such a species alone.

Agney was targeted for viewing and play.

You already know that.

The species that Ambalens and Grzedeval were talking about are them Agney.

Agney originally lived by creating small settlements in the meadows.

The only settlement in Agney was where roughly 300 people lived overall.

Things that are on a journey or living alone in the distance.

All Agney lived there except for those weirdos.

They, Agney, hate every fight.

To their settlements, where they lived in peace, there comes a tragedy.

The elves are attacking us.

It is unprecedented that they who are supposed to live in the woods, of the meadows, also attack other races.

There was no art of resisting them Agney, who hated strife and was inferior in physical and magical treatment.

It was best to throw out the inside and flee with your life.

Agney had no idea why the elves attacked themselves.

They shouldn't like slaves, and most importantly, they hate other races.

The number of Agnies was about half when they fled the elves with no idea what the reason was.

Being good at acting in groups, they escaped without being scattered even in the midst of confusion.

But then again, tragedy strikes them.

First, the species the elves wanted, so the things that wanted to interact with the elves laid eyes on Agney.

Next, kings and nobles who want rare things.

slave traders trying to sell to them for a high price.

Adventurers who specialize in rough things.

Various things began to follow Agney with various thoughts.

When that happened, there was nothing I could do about it anymore.

From the meadows to the mountains, they continued to flee to the woods, and still many of their companions were caught.

And if you're aware of it, it looks like it is now.

A woman and child were first blinded, and the men who sheltered them were also caught.

Those who lent a hand in trying to escape the injured and the old were all caught together.

All I have left here now is to think that I've really been lucky enough to escape.

It was in the woods that I fled and ran away, chased and chased, and finally fled in desperation.

Speaking of forests, it is inherently the realm of elves and it would be a place to avoid them.

But this forest was special.

It was over a hundred years ago.

There was a great fold of war, a place that was flourishing as a military port.

That's where the great magic that uses the incredible amount of magic, the fold that got caught up in the war, was to be used.

The magic around him was exhausted at once, and magic poured in from around him.

At that time, a phenomenon occurred.

All of a sudden, the magic began to condense in one place.

Apart from being burned down by great magic, the magic depletion involves dozens of kilometres around.

Not to mention the men who were at war, but all creatures were killed until they were found in animals, plants, fish and birds.

If the Sun god Ambalance hadn't joined forces, he would have been more terrible by now.

Where magic was depleted and the Sun God forbade intrusion, it became known at times only as "the land of abandonment".

This forest surrounds the "Forsaken Land", a place called the "Forest of Sinners".

He said, "The things that went into the woods are cursed" because "there are still dead spirits of the things that suffered and died from the depletion of magic".

It was an inaccessible place if it was a decent thing.

The country that wants the land, the fugitives with the dark behind them, the hunters who want the beast.

Even the guilty criminals, they don't get close.

To such a forest, I knew it was such a place, and they Agney fled in.

They hated strife and had no other way of escape than to fight in the first place.

"Mark. They're back."

That day, a fellow man spoke to Mark, a young man who had finally calmed down and lowered his back.

Agney, who spoke to Mark, looks like a boy, but he's actually about middle-aged.

But both that Agney and Mark look only around ten.

Mark rises to look as natural as he can be in the ears of words that don't sound like the things around him.

"Thank you, Span. Where?"

"Guide"

That's how the man walks out, follows Span, and Mark walks out, too.

As he walked, Mark looked around at his companions surrounding the fire.

Everyone, with their lives, is flying out of the village on their own.

The clothes I was wearing were mellow, and my body was dirty.

And most importantly, we're all tired.

Kids who usually run around fine are asleep like mud, and adults don't utter one word of drooling.

"You're all tired."

"I don't have a choice. I ran away for days and days, and I finally got here."

To Mark's words, Span looks through the surrounding woods with a bitter smile.

In the woods of sinners, they say, there are horrible monsters lurking.

I don't care what time that strikes.

They are not even allowed to burn fire and rest in such places now, unless they are.

Span led us so far away from where everyone was hitting the bonfire.

Apparently, there's a client, and Spann raises his hand and speaks up.

What I turned around was reddish brown skin, skin that seemed stiff to look at every bit.

He was an opponent like the so-called "goblin" itself, who turned his hair upside down like he had angry hair.

Goblin, who had a sword in his hand, found the two of them and came closer.

"Ha."

From the vocal cords of the beast, a goblin leaks a sigh like a forced twist.

As I signaled it, the color suddenly fell out of my reddish brown skin.

When I think it has become clear white, my skin gets softer and softer.

Shoulder width, which was wide and large, shriveled and narrowed to see arms and feet as well.

Goblin, who quickly became a beautiful child, no different from Mark and the others, thrust the sword in his hand into the ground and sighed.

"Ha. There you go. There you go."

"Good luck, Ginn"

In fact, this goblin was the same agney as the spans.

Earlier appearances stemmed from the "enhanced magic" they used.

They Agney are not a species that is very good at magic control.

Only physical enhancement with magic can be mastered, but with this, strange things can happen.

The appearance is like goblins.

This phenomenon is seen only in Agney, and no other species can do this.

Oddly enough, this "using enhanced magic gives it a goblin-like appearance" is common to all agneys.

In the long history of "Sea Plains and Middle Plains," Agney, who used enhanced magic without his appearance becoming a goblin, does not exist as one.

By the way, there is also no Agney who can't use this enhanced magic.

From this, Agney is an adult by being able to use the enhanced magic that makes her appearance a goblin.

Agney's physical abilities are just as good as those of children of other races.

Reinforced magic is now available, so that you can count on it as a workforce for the first time.

This agney, called Ginn, was hitting perimeter alert.

Confirmation that the enemy is not coming after us or that there are dangerous beasts around us is dangerous if you are not accustomed to the forest.

He was the only remaining fellow hunter who took the job.

"So, how'd it go?

"No elves, no humans, no slave traders."

To Ginn's words, both Span and Mark sighed visibly relieved.

I can't feel safe yet, but I think I'll catch a breath.

"Right. Can you feel a little at ease here?"

"Whoa. This is a forest of sinners, huh? I don't know what kind of monster there is."

Mark frowns at the span that loosens his expression like a relief.

I guess they immediately remembered where they were.

As soon as Span changes his expression, he turns to Ginn.

Ginn, who was noticed by the two of them, put his head on it like he was in trouble for it.

"I don't know. It's crazy."

"Weird?

"Oh. Around, huh? Instead of the Warcraft, there's no trace of a bear. Precisely a wolf."

To Ginn's words, they twisted their necks.

When it comes to the forest of sinners, it is a forbidden forest surrounding a land that has been abandoned.

I hear horrible monsters, warcraft, demons, etc. are hissing.

"Is there any other trace of a scarier monster or something? You know, dragons. Look, I don't know."

"Anyway, it's a forest of sinners. But I don't even think Gin missed it, do you?

"No. I thought I had a bigger monster, too, huh? That's why I borrowed the sword I picked up on the way out."

Gin looks like he's in trouble.

"But there's actually nothing there. I thought it was crazy, so I tried to stay alert, try to pretend to be dead, roll and stand up."

"What are you doing, man? So, what happened?"

"I thought if I did that, I'd be attacked. But there's absolutely nothing to it."

"If it's a story or something, he'll die first..."

Ginn slaps his hand at the words of a span like that.

"Right? That's what I thought, and I tried to see if there was anything out there. But I didn't come to anything. Like a bird stops right over your head."

To Ginn's words, Mark imagined a bird stopping on his head as he fell to the ground.

"You, you must be an asshole"

"I'm getting sad along the way, too. But for now, it doesn't seem dangerous."

"What do you mean...?

Twisted neck mark.

Ginn continues to talk about it when he slaps his hand like he remembers.

"Now that we know there's no danger, we've got food for now."

Ahead of Ginn pointing, prey that would have been obtained in the hunt, such as onions and rabbits bracketed in tree branches, hung.

"Even while I was bleeding out this, I only stopped by about a wolf. If the wolf waves his sword too, that's all he has to do to escape."

"Is that true? What's going on?

To that strange phenomenon, the three of them tilt their necks.

"Maybe you're not that far behind the woods, huh? That would explain the small number of large animals, wouldn't it?

"I guess so. Tomorrow, go a little deeper and see."

When Mark says so, the other two snort like it's good too.

"Well, that's it for now. Do we all eat this meat?"

"It's been a long time since I've had decent meat. We'll all be happy."

"Oh. Right."

That's what the three of them say, they laugh happily.

Nutrition will cheer up your buddies a little.

I was happy with that.

I don't know what this is going to be like.

There are as many elements of anxiety as there are.

Still, for now.

You might see a face your buddies would be happy with.

That's all, the three of them were happy.

Seems so, deep love for his people is what makes Agney so special.

The three walked out to their companions when Ginn had captured them and they finally had enough prey to carry them.