The God has moved to another world.

Sitting at the tip of a fishing boat loaded with small guild engines, Kougak looked at the sky jiggly.

Wind flow and moisture in the air.

And feel the flow of power filled with the world.

By doing so, we're trying to predict the weather ahead.

If Kougak's predictions are correct, it should be a storm in the next four days.

"This is also a guide for Master Charcheris."

I saw a kougak laughing strangely, and the girl who was looking at the ocean behind me clutched her neck wonderfully.

The neck of the girl, the grandson of the owner of this ship, is lowered with a necklace with something like a glass worker.

Separating from Gantu and leaving Koko village, Kougak turned to a fishing village he had visited several times in the past.

The coast facing the fishing village is connected to abandoned land.

That's right.

Kougak is going to try the way Gantu said he would.

Wait for the weather to get rough, choose the shallow waters and approach the abandoned land from the sea.

Pretty unscrupulous, pretty powerful.

But only about that can come up with a way.

Otherwise, Kougak decided to wait in the fishing village for the weather to be rough.

To see how the weather is, heal the wounds and illnesses of the villagers as they are occasionally taken aboard a fishing boat.

On that day, when all that had gone on for ten days, Kougak finally felt the signs of the storm.

"Dear Kougaku, what's wrong?

Speaking to the old man, the owner of the ship, Kougak turned around.

That old man, who is a fishing celebrity, has already caught six big men wondering if there will be forty cm.

Its fish with round fat fat is good in pans or eaten with sashimi.

"Oh. This is splendid. It looks really good."

The old man laughs at Kougak, who accidentally raised his voice.

The girl behind the kougak ran over to the fish with a happy voice.

He crouches in front of the fish and slaps him with a pepper.

Seeing how that goes, the old man and Kougak laugh in the same way.

"No, no. I was watching the weather, but it looks like a storm is coming."

To Kougak's words, the old man makes a surprised look.

But I nodded as soon as I was convinced.

"It's good for fishing this time of year, but sometimes it gets big and rough. Probably that. When are you coming?

"About four days from now."

"Then you have to teach the people of the village."

The monks of Charchellis have mastered many techniques of looking far away, such as farsightedness and farsightedness.

When I went to the region, I sometimes used them and made weather predictions.

It's a fairly famous story, and in fishing villages and villages away from large towns, it's treasured and trusted.

Whether the interest shifted from fish to weather, the girl moved away from the fish and back to the edge of the ship.

When you remove the necklace, pinch with your finger something like the glass finisher that is being made.

One side had a small square of about two cm. The girl peered into it meditating on one eye.

Kougak sighs like he was impressed when he saw how it was going.

"Though I thought it was a beautiful necklace, it was a guild far-sighted tool."

As Kougak said, the girl was raising it from her neck. It was a magic tool made of guild.

It is a type of magic called crystalline magic, a magic used by the Alliance as tissue.

It is very user-friendly and is adjusted to be used by anyone as long as this one is grasped. That was one of the things that underpins the guild's financial strength and status.

It's cheaper and easier to use than the magic of other countries, but still it shouldn't be the kind of thing such a little girl would have or be able to handle.

"That's right. He gave it to me."

That's what the girl says, makes me laugh happily.

Kougaku also laughed with pleasure so that he could get that smile on his face.

An old man speaks up, as he adds to the girl's words.

"I used to call the Adventurer when the Warcraft came out around here. One of them gave it to my granddaughter. Anything, because you have a magical talent, or something."

"I see. Some strange adventurers."

Even though it's easier to handle than the others, it takes a lot more time to master crystalline magic than it is magic.

We also need an understanding of magic, so even in that sense, it shouldn't be like being able to handle such a little girl.

"I guess you do have talent. He's a good magician."

"Boo Kensha's, oh no, it was more just! He told me!

"I see. You seemed to be very good at teaching."

When Kougak says so, the girl laughs at the garlic and peeks into the magic tool again.

What the girl had was something like a so-called binoculars.

It looks small, but it's something that can be looked at quite far away by shedding magic.

The magnification can also be adjusted, and the distance from what you are looking at is excellent, although roughly.

"I know it's expensive, but my granddaughter told me that the hardware came off."

"But the power of this ship belonged to the Alliance, too. Maybe soon you'll be able to help your grandson."

"That would help a lot if you did!

He was an old man who jokes and laughs, but he looks disgusting.

Again, he'd be happy to compliment his grandson.

Even while I was saying that, the old man caught another fish.

"Oh, that's a big fish"

"Ha ha! Perhaps it would be in Master Kougak's interest to stay on board. Let's cook and serve this tonight."

"It is! No, you're looking forward to it. Actually, people are traveling around because they can eat good food everywhere."

The old man laughed at Kougak's words unexpectedly.

Kougaku, who saw it, laughs with great pleasure.

The girl laughs out loud, even though they wonder for a moment if they caught you.

On a small boat, the three laughed pleasantly for some time.

As Kougak expected, the weather was rough that day.

Is it rough like a big storm or at best a small storm?

It may be dangerous if there is a boat near the coast, but the fishermen have already finished moving the boat ashore with the voice of a kook.

For that reason, there was not a single ship floating in the port where the waves struck.

Thick clouds drool in the sky, with little light.

Even in the eyes of the kougaku, vision in light is so impossible to secure.

Not only are there no lights, but if the wind is strong, so are the rain legs.

Even Kobolt, or Kougak, a dog beast, has no ears or nose to help with this.

The sensation now used by Kougaku was something else altogether, not the so-called five senses.

Sixth sense.

We use magic to understand events around us.

Letters carved all over your body and magic that resonates and activates spells like the Sutra.

The scriptural magic handled by the monks of Charchellis is a powerful magic for exploring and detecting things.

For Kougak, who spent hundreds of years polishing the business, this storm will not be an obstacle.

"Oh man. I guess I'll whip my old bones"

So crushing, Kougak circled his neck.

As it responds, a string engraved on the skin of the whole body of the kougak shines.

The light continues to move from top to bottom, from bottom to top, as if to indicate where it is being read out.

The move was in tune with the spell Kougak reads out as he whispers.

If the wind and rain hadn't disturbed me, I would have heard a low, calm, singing voice.

Usually the strings hidden beneath the hair glowed, making it seem as if the aura of light would rise from the body of the kougak.

After a few seconds of spell chanting, it came abruptly.

dokun

As if it were a heartbeat, Kogaku's body pulsed heavily.

And the next moment.

Kogaku's body swelled several times.

Its body, which belonged to the little old man, swells wide to see, tearing apart the coat he was wearing.

His height grew around him and around him, and his thighs and arms were wrapped in muscles that were just torn apart.

If you were to say in a nutshell what a transformed Kougaku looks like in no time, it would be places like the statue of Jen Wang.

Apart from his face, which hasn't changed much, almost Kogaku's face has disappeared.

If it stays, it would be about that furry color at best.

The identity of this transformation was due to another gain in scriptural magic, physical strengthening.

Scriptural magic, which activates using two types of spells that are engraved on the body and emitted from the mouth, is also highly harmonious in the art of influencing one's own flesh.

By means of engraved strings and words, make your body a strong muscle wall and a hammer.

The magic that Kougak is now using can be described as a magic that embodies the teachings of Charchellis, protecting the people with their own shields if anything happens.

And it was the magic Kougak was best at.

"But I wonder how long it will take to swim from Koko. Maybe we should try not to breathe."

Crushing like that to make sure, Kougak turns his arm around.

An arm that holds together a rising aura-like light arcs as it roars.

An arm as if it were Marutai was turned in a windstorm-blowing momentum.

When Kougaku leaps back slightly, he uses a spring all over his body and jumps out of his mind.

Its body, which draws a parabola and goes to the sea, will be jumping vertically, preferably twenty m.

When it lands neatly from both hands held overhead, it sinks into the water when left intact.

The roughness of the sea in the wind and elsewhere is only an event on its surface.

The deeper we dive, the more we can escape the effects.

Of course, the flow is still somewhat tougher than usual, but it's a lot tougher than near the sea level where windstorms and waves rub it in.

Once he reached the bottom of the sea at once, Kougak began to swim straight along the ground.

No vision, only stormy windstorms and crushing roars of waves reach your ears.

But magical detection worked fine.

A much wider range is perceptible in Kougaku today than in the sight of a well sunny day.

Speaking of slight concerns, do you mean the luggage that I stopped taking with me?

And it came to pass in the midst of the sea of havoc, that the medicine box of his son was in the way.

The strong medicine could be misused, so it was burned with books and carriers.

The weak medicine that can be used all the time has been given to the village chief of the fishing village to use for the villagers.

The guild's magic tools, which I had only a few, gave to the granddaughter of the old man who put me on the boat.

She's a girl who can use telescopic tools at that age, so I'm sure she'll use them beneficially.

There are some dangerous tools for protection, but I'm sure I'll use them.

Kougak nodded to convince one person as he proceeded to slip under the sea.

If we proceed at this rate, we will probably be able to reach the abandoned land at dawn.

While looking forward to the face to face with the red sheath, which he said was a land god, Kougak swimmed vigorously underwater.

Submarine of the Galtic Mercenaries.

At the center of the steering room, a woman was floating.

Dark hair, dark eyes.

He has slightly shallow black skin and has a face that has some sensible impression.

Such a woman's body was translucent as if it were an existence that was not accompanied by reality.

In fact, her body, which is called the Artificial Spirit, is the demonic stone of the Great Cobusi.

The translucent body that floats in the universe is a semi-embodical image projected into space.

"The undersea surface is approaching. It may cause anomalies in the repulsion wave navigation. I propose a transition to turbine navigation."

Smooth as a singing, a beautiful voice sounds like a bell ringing.

One of the crew, who seemed to be listening for a moment, ran his eyes to the monitor with a stiff look.

"It's a dong pi. The puffy backlash wave will affect the bottom of the ocean, so prepare to move towards the turbine."

"Come on. The artificial spirit lady took the job, didn't she?"

Out of the way, such was a tough looking man sitting in the captain's seat.

Sergei Galtic.

A man who made himself captain of the Galtic Mercenaries and is also captain of this ship.

"No, I would say so, Captain, but I got that omen on the monitor or something, after your daughter said it, right?

"Ahem?

The Artificial Spirit nods with a sharp nod to Sergei, who frowns on his eyebrows.

"What that person is saying is true. The detection facilities on this ship are very good and it is possible to explore information outside the required range as well. It is cut on the screen because displaying that much information during a normal voyage makes rejection less dangerous to notice. Of course, you will also see that information when claiming enemies, but you do not need to do so now. I turned the extra distraction. I'm sorry."

"No, no, that's not true!

"Forgive me because I'm beautiful!

Other crews follow the artificial spirits with their heads down.

It is always the case that the members who are rough are vulnerable to beauty.

"No, I hope so. How could your daughter know that?

If it was an artificial spirit involved in controlling a submarine, it had to be known, and its artificial spirit had come in from outside.

There should be no connection to the ship, and there is no way to know that it is close to confidentiality that would otherwise be said to be the enemy range, etc.

"Yeah, well, that's because I connected the ship to a direct line to Martina. Now she's the guardian spirit of this ship."

It was the elf youth with glasses standing behind Sergei who said so without incident.

Called only by his nickname Doctor, he is the exclusive magician of the Galtic Mercenary Corps.

Due to its exceptional ability to operate magic weapons, it is not uncommon to be on the front lines.

To the doctor's words, Sergei raises his eyebrows as surprised.

"I know I did it because I'm fine, but they don't take over or anything?

"I don't know. Wouldn't you be able to do it if you wanted to?

shrugged shoulders. In the words of such doctors, gaze gathers in artificial spirits, martinas.

But Martina shook her head left and right to show it.

"This ship uses multiple magic systems. I've only been given knowledge of the magic of the system that shapes me, so I can't go that far. Normal output and output can be performed, but it is not possible to decipher or modify the source."

"I mean, what do you mean?

So she can move this submarine by herself.

"That's enough."

Though good with his mouth, Sergei made a funny smile.

Apparently, you're not worried enough to say so.

"Um, it seems like my condition is totally outrageous."

To such a voice, Sergei turned around.

There's a big barrel.

The Lord of the Voice was in that barrel.

White skin like silk thread with black monochromatic eyes.

The head has twisted horns and the back has black wings.

Its appearance was unusually neat and seemed to remind me of a demon told by legend.

Except for the unmotivated look that just says, "It's hard to beat a beat," so be it.

Martina was the belongings of a man in this barrel.

In this man's body is embedded the Demon Stone, the body of Martina.

Martina is activated by the magic supplied by a man's body.

The man's hands and feet were handcuffed and shackled.

It is made of thick metal and is fitted with a thick cord instead of a chain.

"Is it possible you're not sucking on my magic? I'm not smoking magic."

"I don't have to. I'm smoking. That's already cancer."

It was the doctor who answered the man's words.

Turn behind the barrel and slap the man on the shoulder with a really good smile.

"Because even parents can use the one with free hands. I let you connect on your own while you were asleep."

"I mean, can't I just move?

"It's because of the restraint. She told me to keep her hands on you."

So it was Martina who was ahead of the doctor's finger.

Matina snorts in the gaze of the man directed at her.

"I think it's time for the Lord to get to the quorum"

"Fixed office. Oh, aren't you calling this a quorum or something battery? I wasn't caught thinking about it?

"No, I'll pay you? Salary. Fuel costs float."

That's Sergei all the time.

The crew laughs delightfully at the words.

"It's definitely an amazing amount of magic. He's alone in this ship's energy right now, isn't he?

"I heard that if you're a highly magical elf, it's not something you can't do, but if you actually look at it like this, don't pull it off"

"They don't seem to go to boulders for all the supplies in battle, but they usually pay for fuel when they sail."

Sergei nods contentedly at the crews who say that to their mouths.

Seeing it, the man let his face catch on with grandeur.

"No, no, no. I'm the suspicious one. Maybe a spy or something."

"The personal data of the Lord and the record of his actions up to Coco have already been submitted to the Doctor"

"I heard the approximate story."

"What happened while I was sleeping?!

Seeing the mobile device in the hands of the doctor, the man raised a voice similar to that of a scream.

What was there was complete personal information, such as the man's recent behavior and family structure.

"I submitted it as a replacement for my resume. If you try to belong to a mercenary organization, it means you'll even be investigated, so you've been submitted to save yourself the hassle."

"Well, you're going to save your life. I'll do it before I'm with you to some extent, but I'm not going to go into as much detail as I got you, okay?

"It says everything from likeness to sexuality, this."

"Hey! Come back, my privacy! I mean! This is treachery, isn't it? It's your husband for once, me!

"I have been told by the Lord's parents to ask for the Lord at all costs. Until now, things have been going on, but now it's a great opportunity to get a job."

"Guuuuuuu!"

To Martina's words, some kind of damaging man.

Apparently he reacted to the word "employment".

"I would have been happier to be drifting in a barrel..."

"You're a greedy one."

Sergei sounds interesting.

The doctor who moved beside him shrugged his shoulder like a flat.

"It's still in the barrel."

"Magic is surprisingly tiring when you get sucked. Something like this, like I keep walking. I don't mean to fall right off, but it's getting worse and worse."

"We've cut thirty minutes until we reach our goal. Planned to anchor to the bottom of the sea, generate a backlash wave from the bottom of the ship and secure the ship. We will then wait for the sea to settle and proceed to the harbour site presented by the small magic doll our client had planted on board."

The expression of the crews tightened to the fluently spoken words of Martina.

Sergei gets up from the captain's seat when he claps his hands and draws attention.

"As your concession confirmed. They are rough in the sea, but the arms of the people in the Royal Magic House in Stenglaire are inside. Confirmation of equipment in preparation for landing while ensuring confidentiality. Then get your fighters ready in case."

"" "Whoa!

Replying with a powerful voice, the crews began to move graciously.

Looking at it satisfactorily, Sergei slipped back to the chair again.

"Uh, what is this? While our artificial spirits are unaware, they're like the central artificial intelligence of a submarine."

She's brilliant.

Laughing strangely, the doctor pounds the man in the head.

Then head to the entrance and exit with a flickering wave.

"I'm jealous of the man who created her as a technician."

"That. You, did you even do a martina analysis?

"Just a little bit. It's too different from the magic system I know to read very well, though."

The doctor turns around and laughs meaningfully.

"Besides, I'm not very interested in women."

"Oh, what's that frightening. What do you mean it?"

Ignoring the man who gets the look on his face, the doctor leaves the steering room behind.

Sergei called out when he saw a man who was solidifying.

"He's more like you than you."

"Um, can I go home?

The words of a man crushed with his back feathers gushing, were utterly ignored.