The God has moved to another world.

“Dragon Knight” Hurley Byrne ClaudiWeather made a satisfying smile while eating a salad served abundantly on the ball.

“Baked” Lisalise Dreaux, who arrived at the same table, is eating salad in the same way.

Most of all, he is not as behaving as Hewley, and he is not as thoughtfully behaving as he scratches.

Huley glanced at Lisalyse.

"Can't you eat a little better?"

"Fresh vegetables could be eaten today, right? You should eat more desperately, Mr. Huley."

I see, it makes sense.

Yes, Huley thought.

Metermagito is a rare country that has succeeded in producing magic without stopping by the Alliance.

They have a special technique for extracting magic from trees and such.

As a result, most of the national territory is in the forest, and its logging is strictly regulated.

Securing agricultural land, for example, is quite difficult.

Vegetables made marginally are luxurious and quite expensive.

Imported goods can manage to be spoken for at a price within reach, but freshness is only assumed to take time to transport.

"Nevertheless, you should at least stop being so grumpy. The captain might scold you."

To the word captain, Lisalyse stopped moving as she roared.

It's basically Lisalise who doesn't listen to others, but, Captain, it doesn't defy Shelbren alone.

"Captain Grosso, it's loud for attitude when eating."

"I don't think it's loud. There are just too many things. Including you."

The soldiers of Metermagito are so-called professional soldiers.

He is rigorously trained, and there is so much to be determined that there is even a provision for how to eat.

To behave in an orderly manner, it is necessary.

However, with more heads, naturally some stick out.

Unfortunately, they are of poor quality because they may have excellent skills only for such things.

That was exactly what many of the knights belonging to the Iron Wheel Knights were like, both one- and two-habits.

It is only with Shelbren, for one thing, that such people come together.

"By and large, we don't consist of deputy commanders. No motivation, no awareness. What's going on if the Captain is here?"

"If it weren't for Captain Grosso, we wouldn't be gathering Ments right now in the first place."

Talking about that, the door to the room opened.

It was Shelbren who came in.

Rumors say shadows.

"Oh. That sounds like it. Is that room service?

The place was a hotel room, near the port of Bataluda Dide.

It is a luxurious room with a so-called suite room that uses one floor on the twentieth floor of the ground.

I'm not using a room like this in luxury.

When you're on the same floor as the average customer, there's so much harm that you can push it in here.

"Yes! You are sitting properly and behaving well!

"Oh? Oh, yeah"

To Lisalise, who salutes Bisilli, Shelbren necks strangely.

Huley sees how it goes and leaks a bitter laugh.

"Something, do you understand?

"Oh. Hi, I hear the aristocrats here are trying to transfer something in the country"

"How much is it? It's a lot of noise."

With a rugged face, Hewley glanced out the window.

It's been a while, but the city was getting strangely noisy.

Army special forces are out there, giving it a vibrant atmosphere.

Shelbren came out a little to find out what the hell was going on.

When it comes to why Shelbren, the captain of the regiment, came out on purpose, it's because the other two are not good at such jobs.

Whether it's a hewley or a lissarize, although I'm good at combat, I'm not very apt for the job.

"Hi, I hear you haven't been notified outside. I could hear there were slave traders involved, but it's this country."

The nobility of Bataluda Dide used slave traders for various things.

Even when transferring and storing secret items, weapons, magic tools, etc., they are so helpful.

So when it comes to this country, you can't say, "Slave traders are involved, so it's always about slaves".

"I thought I'd intercept them even in their correspondence, but I stopped and put them down. If you don't do much, it's interference in your internal affairs. A lot of noise is a foe."

"I'm helping this country, the elves."

Sometimes the Elves were sold to Bataluda Dide, who earned his living in slavery.

In those cases, Bataluda Dide has generally contacted Methermagito and handed him over.

So the High Elves, the leaders of Metermagito, don't get out too hard against Bataluda Dide.

Most of all, it was not the bender who said "roughly" instead of all cases.

Some of them, like other slaves, are sold.

Some voices say that by daring to deliver a certain number to Metermagito, you are getting eye spills while at the same time maintaining the rarity of elf slaves.

Nevertheless, I can't get my hands on it badly, which is the current situation.

"Damn, that's a hassle. When you're done with your job and you're finally stretching your wings."

"What, I just take it personally. It's like I'm supposed to care at all. Instead, it's where we have to strive to ignore it because we're supposed to be. Internal problems in other countries, etc."

Whether you prefer it or not, Shelbren has a great say in it.

He understood it well, too.

"I'm worried about what I care about."

"Useless curiosity," he said.

Shelbren looked out the window, grinning bitterly.

So I crease between my eyebrows as I stare.

Because for a moment, I felt like I saw something familiar.

A shadow of a woman in a suit, falling from the top of a building.

If the memory is certain, he should have been a Skysler operative.

"Multiple" Pryan Blue, huh? What the hell are you doing here?

Shelbren shook his head and took control of himself trying to think deeply.

Intelligence agents from another country are in another country.

That is home affairs interference, such as trying to find out what Sole means.

It is better not to pry unnecessarily, rather than to.

For the most part, the place I saw was about a kilometer away.

It was a moment, and it could be a mistake to look at.

Well, it's hardly anything that Shelbren missees something from that "close" place.

"Well, okay. Maybe I'll ask for a salad, too. When you get back to the country, eat fresh vegetables again for a while."

"Yes!? Can't you even eat fresh vegetables at Captain Grosso's salary!? Too much hope!

"When you're cooking, you can reach out, right? I knew it would taste better if I made it professionally, and some salad."

Shelbren shrugged her shoulders and showed Lisalyse that she was in shock.

When you shop and cook for yourself, it seems that expensive ingredients are difficult to reach out to.

"Sounds like you two are eating. Shall I ask for it, too?"

"Yes! It's delicious!

"Well, most importantly. But that's not very disappointing, is it?

"Hih! Hih!

Lisalyse suddenly stretched her back with Shan to create a salute pose.

Huley sees it and laughs at it strangely.

Is it something to do with what I was talking about before I came?

Shelbren guessed that way and leaked a bitter laugh.

Staring at the products lined up at the souvenir store's destination, "Paper Crumbs” Paper Snow Sai roared with a serious look.

Bataluda Dide is a country with a port of transit state.

It is a transport stronghold and many are visited on trips, etc.

As a result, there were a wide variety and number of souvenirs.

There may also be such things as specialties.

"But I didn't know there were so many kinds"

When Paper Snow Sai took one box of souvenirs, he looked at it impressively.

Bataluda dide mint confectionery, etc., is in full swing.

Most of the souvenirs in line have similar wording.

Bataluda Dide was a land famous for its conservation and confectionery.

For a long journey, a souvenir.

Applications vary.

It's cash, and once it sells, it's the world that's going to see the next increase in hitchhiking products.

Bataluda dide confectionery was also born in such a stream and is now a specialty.

"What the hell is this weird creature depicted in many confectionery boxes?

"Ba-ba-kun, he said. You're like a character."

It was the Dwarf men who responded to the question of Paper Snow Sai.

He was one of those who accompanied this war intervention and was now attached to shopping for Paper Snow Sai.

"Loose? What the hell is that?"

"Aren't you also in the national police organization? Was it Ho?"

"Oh, that! Does that mean that the odd creatures in this painting are meant to be popular! I see, one souvenir is very, very creative."

Looking heartily impressed, Paper Snow Sai looks seriously at Taru-kun.

The gaze was like a cage of respect for the master of the road, and not of the kind intended for any character.

A man named Paper Snow Sai is a man whose seriousness is going in strange directions.

It was recommended by Dwarf men that Paper Snow Sai choose souvenirs here.

Paper Snow Sai, which is a secret, has no habit of buying souvenirs.

If you do something that might prove where you've been, it's often dangerous at work.

However, on this assignment, Paper Snow Sai was moving rarely and greatly.

To make its effectiveness as a deterrent even more robust by showing its actions and combat power to countries.

"Then how about doing something you don't normally do? Like buying souvenirs."

Paper Snow Sai received such a word from a Dwarf man, perhaps without any concern.

For better or worse, he's a man whose seriousness is going in strange directions.

"Should I also buy souvenirs from His Majesty the King?"

"Because that's a lot of trouble. I don't think it's a good idea just for my men to buy it."

"Is that true, too? Choosing souvenirs is quite difficult. You still need skill in everything."

With his finger on his chin with a difficult expression, Paper Snow Sai took the doll in his hand with the thought of a keyholder.

It deforms Taru-kun even further.

Incidentally, Taru-kun's visual reads, "I cut off all eight legs with deformed hands and feet."

Clearly, it's not cute.

Or rather creepy.

I'm severing my leg, so I don't even know if it's octopus or something in the first place.

It is strange that the world is surprisingly popular as "creepy".

"They call the octopus beak Tombi. Is there a tombi in Taru-kun?"

Saying, Paper Snow Sai is making a fuss while turning around the buckwheat.

Apparently, Taru-kun had a "tombi".

In the middle of the severed leg, a blackening metallic material is embedded.

Paper Snow Sai tried to grasp the main body of Taru-kun.

There is some light resistance and the tombi opens wide like a quack.

Apparently, when you grip it, the tombies are in an open gimmick.

What the hell is this?

Paper Snow Sai and Dwarf men's expressions became more rugged.

What the hell does this mean?

He was a Paper Snow Sai and Dwarf man who was thinking about that, but suddenly looked back with a sharp look.

At the end of the line of sight is a driving vehicle.

To be precise, the two of them had their gaze pointed at the person sitting on top of them in a hush.

White fur covering the whole body.

Long ears, red eyes.

A swing of a knife on the waist.

Of the harlot, it is also a clean samurai.

The ride passes, just a few moments.

Hagi noticed the Paper Snow Says, too, and his gaze matched.

I can.

Yes, Paper Snow Sai was feeling it.

Raptors are a rare species.

Its fighting power is sobering and, despite this world of full magic, it is making a name for itself with its physical abilities.

Quick, powerful and capable of handling some magic.

Simply when it comes to battle, it overwhelms other races and has extra power.

Moreover, its nature is really belligerent.

Most of the rabbits who go out to other countries are meant to fight outside, so let's just say so.

In fact, Paper Snow Sai has been regarded as a Raptor on several occasions.

They were amazingly powerful and had something of their own aesthetic.

And surprisingly, their values were what seemed very favorable to Paper Snow Sai.

Whatever it is, it is a value that many of the samurai have, and it is called "Shinto"?

Since knowing that, Paper Snow Sai had become a kind of fondness for the Raptors.

Against this raven, no exception.

More importantly, what drifts from this rattlesnake sitting on the roof of a vehicle.

Something like smell was preferred for paper snow sails.

A samurai, a little different than that.

Warriors and knights, neither.

It's only a samurai kind of thing.

Even if they tell me to elaborate, it's hard.

It's only sensational, but Paper Snow Sai did feel it.

"Was it a rough thing"

It was Paper Snow Sai, who had dropped off the ride of the Tsubaki and had a strange pleasure, but was called back to me by a Dwarf man.

Most rabbits never leave their country called "No-man rabbits".

Most of the rabbits out there are flying around the world in search of battlefields and powerful enemies.

So much so that when you see a bunch of people, they say that there's something going on there, and so on.

"Probably. Don't be sorry you can't find something."

Rarely and greatly moving, therefore, I could not concentrate on intelligence as usual.

There's no way I can do intelligence work in another country while advertising that I'm here.

If we do that, it's an international problem.

Now that he's done his big job, Stenglaire is in a position to be asked for subtle diplomatic grabbing.

If you make extra moves here, you can cause unwanted confusion.

In view of that, Paper Snow Sai has even been given a particular order to "do nothing, don't move".

It has a lot of influence, but so even "do nothing" can be one of the tasks for Paper Snow Sai.

And this must absolutely be kept through more than ordered.

"I have no choice. Look, it won't matter to us."

"Right. Are you choosing souvenirs over that now? Yeah, how about I buy you this doll, Mine?"

"Come on. Well, I'm sure the next seat would be happy with anything if Paper Snow Sai chose it."

Paper Snow Sai is a magician.

But as I am, perhaps closer to a samurai than any other sorcerer.

I saw something that I could feel close to me, and Paper Snow Sai was feeling strangely good.

"I don't think so. But if you look closely, it tastes pretty good too. All right, let's do this."

Paper Snow Sai laughed with pleasure somewhere and rolled his Taru-kun doll with his palm.

Interesting people are who they are.

With that in mind, Gate Di smiled with pleasure.

A pair who were in front of a souvenir shop.

One was an ordinary sorcerer, albeit with great skill.

If we were to do it, it would be quite a hassle.

Nevertheless, he is an ordinary sorcerer.

The problem was the other one.

Well, there's a monster in the world.

Seeing a being too distant, instead of feeling scared, I was unwittingly impressed.

Let's just say you've got your hands full.

Perhaps I should be twisted without a hand.

I even suspect it will be a battle.

It's nothing to be humbled about, and definitely then the gates and earth were convinced.

There was so much difference in his strength.

The experience and understanding I have developed as a samurai have definitely informed me that this is the case.

As he left the country to train samurai, the gates and soil were gathering rumors of what was happening in various places.

It is thought that there may be a time when we may go together.

In that, there was a name that supposedly would probably be that person.

Stenglaire Royal Magic House Head “of Paper Scraps” Paper Snow Sai.

Strength is probably Mizuhiko or Earthhiko when he wields his power as a Guardian.

It would stand alongside paranormal beings, such as enchanted dragons.

To be honest, I'm not the enemy of Gate Earth.

I don't know, not yet.

"Ha ha! I mean, it's a strange thing to be floating!

Gate soil can interact with Mitsuhiko only because Mitsuhiko has not manifested anything like his nature as a Guardian.

Even without it, Mizuhiko is strong enough as a samurai.

But it still drops some like a lattice.

Gate soil was also aware of that.

Let's make it a constant goal one day to bring something like that nature out of Mizuhiko.

That's how Gate Earth thought.

I didn't know you were such a monster in town when you were thinking about it.

I don't know what's in this world.

"Uh, hello. Can you hear me?"

"Oh! What is it!

It was Dilloud's voice that echoed from the tools I put on my ear.

It's a pretty loud place to be on the roof of a vehicle, but your voice can be heard clearly.

They say it's because they use something like bone conduction, and because they use it, they can clearly convey this voice over there.

To be honest, I wasn't sure about the gate soil, but even if I didn't know the reason for these things, it's possible to handle them.

"Yang Dynasty, it's going well. I think it'll be Mr. Gate Soil's turn in a little while. So please be prepared. That said, you won't need it."

"I don't know if someone is ready at any time! It's a regular battlefield! Ha ha!

"Osamurai, the rabbit, is a mess. I think peace is best. Hey, me."

Peace is best.

I'm saying that, but what kind of person is it actually called Delaud?

Over the past few days, Gate Sat has been observing Dillord's work.

I don't look particularly good at martial arts.

Martial arts also include fighting with magic.

Sure, Dillough seemed skillful in handling magic, but things about the battle seemed like a tease.

Sometimes I get the wrong idea, but being able to handle magic and being strong in the fight is not equals.

Dillough's magical skill is that as a technician.

It was also seen in the gate soil, as it was of a fairly high dimension.

Of course I don't specialize in that hand, so I can't be sure.

I have no doubt that Sergei or Pryan Blue would have so-called "first-rate" arms to see where they are entrusted with their work.

Before he did his job, Gate Soil had only heard a few words about Dilloud's predicament.

Making money was also a hundred million robberies, and he even got caught in debt, he said.

When I heard that, it was a strange story, Gate Soil thought.

Though supported by equipment, Dillough has the ability to engage in intelligence warfare against national special forces.

Of course it is assumed that there are excellent equipment, but tools are only tools.

If what you're dealing with isn't good, it doesn't make sense.

Then it's still weird.

Would a man who could do all this do such a bad way of creating debt?

If you're about to break into a magic arithmetic apparatus and crawl a bank account, I think Delaud would do it lightly.

Would I even be caught in debt collection?

There's a guy who messes up where he's caught by himself and makes it easy for him to escape.

I guess so, though, because they were caught in fact.

There's just something about the lack of explanation.

Though it is only an exploration of gates and soil.

Perhaps Delaud had something going on and needed to be caught.

Though the errand was done, escaping also remained captured for some time in a hundred million robberies.

But thank goodness if he stays like this, he might get killed, and he must have gotten away with it.

It's not like I think there's such a stupid story.

But if you were wandering out of the country, somehow it would be like God doing you every favor.

No matter what happens, no wonder.

Rather, something surprising is natural.

"Shit, floating life is in something interesting! Ha ha!

"Well, I want to live away from the secular and ice cream with cookies in the back of the mountain or something. Well, anyway. I think it will go as planned. Run like you planned."

"Yes, I got it! Hey, how many soldiers are in this country! Looking forward to it!

When it's over, let's hear about Dilloud.

Expanding the sight and hearing varies is one of the reasons why Gate Soil has embarked on a journey.

I'm sure you'll hear some interesting stories.

Absolutely, floating is funny.

When God asked me to come and fight to bring Agney back, I'm not like an unexpected monster.

To do things together is to become a mercenary of a prostitute, an agent of intelligence.

Arms are to young adventurers who are not confident of good things, Guardians of God from different worlds.

And an unusual looking, highly magical man with translation ants.

The opponent, who wants to challenge the battle, is a regular special force that one country has.

At all, it's worth leaving the country.

Gate soil laughed out loud as it was coming up.