The God has moved to another world.

Back in his own office, Binkert slowly put what he had with both hands on the table.

Necklace with something like a gem.

tear-shaped. Even if that were glass, the value would be immeasurable.

Anyway, this was in an envelope sent by the sinful angel Eltovael.

As Binkert walked closer to the window, he shifted only a little of the curtain he had been wearing.

It is completely dark outside, with stars and moons shining in the sky.

The "Sea Plains and Middle Plains", which are developed not with fuel but with the power of magic, are a world unrelated to air pollution.

The air is clear and the light of the stars is close enough to be within reach.

But such a beautiful sight doesn't seem to be enough to move your mind if you get used to it.

Binkert narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the starry sky, looking back towards the table as if he had lost interest immediately.

The necklace placed there is plugged in with stars and moon lights that plug in through the gaps in the curtains.

Confirming that, Binkert smiles satisfactorily.

After watching it for a while, I frown between my eyebrows and switch my expression to something serious.

As I walked up to the table, I put my knees on the floor.

With one hand on his chest, bow his head deeply.

Then.

The necklace, which was in the light, began to glow brightly.

The strongest light emits is also like a tear-shaped gem.

From that tear-shaped something, the light slowly begins to rise.

It's like a single stick grows. It really slowly stretches its back, ignoring the various laws.

That stick of light just got some height and suddenly diffused the tip wide.

But is it also oriented, creating one form in no time.

Wings on the back, rings over the head, shaped like a person's upper body.

It was the figure of the "sinful angel” Eltovael.

It was created in seconds. That's like stereoscopic footage, apparently.

Eltovael's bust, created with light, grinned as he turned to Binkert lying on the floor.

"It's been a while. Binkert Subainku"

Responding to that voice, which sounded quiet but often strange, Binkert bowed his head even deeper.

"Ugly in front of you..."

"Oh, yeah, yeah."

Binkert's mouth, Ertvael stops with words.

Surprised by that, Binkert rocked his body slightly.

"God I serve now hates hard things very much. So you can't let me take those words. A little more, please collapse. As usual, right?

Hearing that, Binkert leaks a small laugh.

When he looks up quietly, Binkert looks at Eltovael's face still.

And the look on his face, which was rude and serious, broke all the time.

"Long time no see, Master Eltovael"

"Yeah. She looks fine. Above all."

"The body has perished thousands of years ago, if fortunately it has nothing to do with the word physical fitness. Thanks to this, we are still being used by young people."

"Compared to you, I think everyone is young, right?

"As far as it goes. That's for sure, you might be right"

Binkert pounded his hand in such a blurry way that he now realised.

Was that funny, Eltovael laughs like it erupts.

Binkert also spills a laugh like he was caught.

After one laugh, it was Eltovael who cut out the story.

"Can you take care of the job?

"Ha. In the letter I received, I understood the approximate place. Transport of supplies to the Agney tribe, living on reviewed land. Of course, I'd like to say. I still wondered if there were many problems. Stenglair is in the way, and it seems difficult to get close."

"I have something for you here."

That said, Eltovael reaches out and acts like he manipulates something.

Then a mass of light appears before Eltovael and extends thinly.

What was created was like a 3D map.

Binkert found at a glance that it belonged to the land reviewed and Einfarble.

One odd thing is the line that connects the abandoned land to Einfarble, which appears on the surface.

It was a frowning binkel, but I immediately noticed who it was and circled my eyes.

"This is. Is that a tunnel?

"Made by the Guardian, made by the Red Sheath."

"That's that the guy from Pryan Blue met you...?

Eltovael shakes his neck to the side in Binkert's words as he explores.

"No. It's another Guardian. There are two Guardians in the reviewed land at the hands of the Red Sheath. There will be another one soon."

"So there's a three-pillar Guardian... no, there's only one Enchanted Dragon on that land. Still young..."

As satisfied with Binkert's words, Eltovael nodded with a laugh as he dull.

But it must have been strange to describe the 300-year-old enchanted dragon as young.

"Yes, a total of four Guardians."

"That's... how horrible"

Guardian created by God himself.

And Enchanted Dragon, a natural Guardian.

Even if it wasn't Binkert, I'd describe it as horrible.

Most importantly, I laugh with great pleasure when it comes to binkels for the moment.

"Any country will be on guard. Really, it's a really horrible story. Of course, I won't say anything."

"You must be. But secrets are something that leaks from somewhere."

"Yeah. But you'll be fine over there for a while. We'll make sure that happens."

"I trust you."

That said, Eltovael smiled.

In the dark, I guess I told him this was useless.

Nevertheless, secrecy is always something that leaks from somewhere.

I told him that even if it leaked, I wouldn't blame him for it.

Binkert understood it and responded by changing his words to try not to divulge secrets as much as possible.

"Sorry, that's what I'm talking about."

Binkert returns the story to its original direction when he bows his head wide and puts in words of apology.

"So should we deliver the package to the Einfarble side of the tunnel?"

"Exactly. Because there will be more types and quantities of what you need in the future. Even if this is not the case now, we will soon need the help of the transport state."

"Of course, name the total power of our country. But all we can do is carry it. Buying and production are out of specialty. You can't do that anywhere."

It was a troublesome voice, but Binkert smiled.

I guess the solution is already on my mind.

Eltovael looks somewhere fun and makes his smile deeper.

"Looks like the Fourth Princess of Hourica and Mr. Pryan Blue are in contact. You think he's coming to Einfarble for Lili Elstra?

"Ha, we have a cooperative relationship regarding investigating the land under review"

"Then let's ask Houlika. I bought it from that country and it is carried by you. When the land under review was called Kinosetor, it was the territory of his country."

"Oh, that! Great idea!

Hitting both hands, Binkert laughs with extreme pleasure.

It's an evil smile somewhere, very unimaginable from the look of a pretty boy.

"Confirm one thing. When you were called, you said. This means, after all, that it belongs nowhere now, in the divine domain of the Land God and the Red Sheath God. Are you sure?"

For the first time, Eltovael's expression changed to Binkert's question.

It's an indescribable grin, like trouble, like stuck in words and out of the blue.

"Master Red Sheath is still troubled. What land to make the land under review…"

Binkert, who finally saw Eltovael, made his expression rude.

Because I decided how much God bothers with circumstantial judgment.

It is also convincing if that is what Eltovael seems to be trying to say, and if that is what it means.

Most of all.

In fact, the red sheath simply gets lost in indecision and hasn't made a clear decision about the future.

Binkert lowered his head and quietly opened his mouth.

"Okay. Until a decision is made, we will wait quietly."

"Please do so."

Eltovael didn't make any particular corrections, even though he thought there might be a big mistake.

Because I thought it would be more convenient for you to exaggerate.

"Our Skysler carries supplies prepared by Houlika to Einfarble. Excellent. Above all. I envy all transport nations in tears"

"Glad you're happy."

"So when should I get to work?"

"We're still a long way from needing tons of supplies. Until then, the Pryan Blues will be enough. Most importantly, I haven't told Houlika about this yet."

"It is. Thank you for your attention."

In the "Sea Plains and Middle Plains", where there are many unexplored lands, transport is adjacent to death.

Zara also transports large cargo ships where the Warcraft walks wide.

Preparation of arms for the selection of means of transport.

Securing personnel is no fool either.

Depending on the thing, supplies are harder to carry than they are to prepare.

"So the real thing is, as soon as we have negotiations with Houlika? I'm not sure I can get a good response yet."

"It's..."

Binkert made a surprised look and immediately laughed out in pleasure.

Because I didn't think there was a state that would turn down a request from Eltovael.

If there were, you would want to crush the rest of the country, or just something with a suicidal desire.

"Well, a raven is a horn, too. We are still ahead of us for the time being to ask for large quantities of supplies to be transported. Make sure you're ready by then."

"We will do everything we can to make sure we meet your expectations."

Eltovael nods satisfactorily at Binkert's words, which bow his head deeply.

So Eltovael slapped his hand like he remembered.

"Yes, yes. In our negotiations with Houlika, we intend to do so through the Fourth Princess"

Speaking of the Fourth Princess, Pryan Blue is in contact.

Even if it had a place for discussion between Houlika and Skeisler, it would be easy to step on.

Besides, knowing the negotiator now would be a big advantage.

Things like every negotiation are something with a big personality.

Knowing it and not knowing it makes a big difference when doing business.

"Should I not tell the Princess of Hourika about it from our mouths?

"I'll leave the judgment to you. Use whatever you want."

Seeing Eltovael smile, Binkert closed both eyes.

Shaking his face and shoulders, he sighs small.

"When you can count on me to do that, I'm afraid of the rest. You are fair. Tell me all about it, and I'll tell you what else to do besides transport."

"That's how hard this job is going to be. Another piece of information you don't already know."

Turn off the smile and Eltovael sharpens his expression.

Binkert, who saw it, slightly frowned.

"What information would that be?"

"In the woods near Einfaburu," the steel ”Shelbren Grosso and“ the paper scraps ”paper snow study come into contact. They say it's a battle."

"Become!?

Binkert opened his eyes in amazement and stood up bulkily.

What floats in that look is closer to fear than to haste.

"That's it! Those two did it, and I just need to be safe around them...! No, well, no, you're not. I'll calm down."

Taking a slow, deep breath, Binkert put his knees on the ground again.

Between that, I guess I turned my thoughts around in my head.

The confusion has already disappeared from its eyes.

"I don't hear rumors that the Iron Wheel Knights are out. As an individual, is it true that Steel went to the land and happened to fit in with Paper Crumbs?

"Yes. That's right. An angel I knew was observing that. Neither was this equipment."

"You're fortunate to be unhappy. If those two do it for real, it'll make the neighborhood even better."

"I guess. Their fighting power is unusual."

From the eyes of Eltovael, the angel, that was the appreciation for the two.

Too powerful a power for an individual to have.

That's what both have.

"I understand that there are" scraps of paper, "even“ steel ”? It's like a Metermaguito shelvren getting on directly, right? The Einfarble now."

"It will. And so on. Although Mr. Pryan Blue will pick up the information. What do you think? It's a dangerous job just to ask me, isn't it?

"Yeah. Totally. But that's why it becomes business. 'Cause no one else will."

I'm not willing to pull my hand.

Eltovael nodded joyfully at the words with such meaning.

"As I said earlier, it's going to take some work and time to prepare. But be sure to show it to your expectations."

"You're reliable. You were right to ask."

When the angel Eltovael entrusts man with his task.

It is assumed that only when that human ability is commensurate with it.

Having lived over two thousand years graciously, Binkert has been asked to work by Eltovael several times in his life.

All of them were highly challenging, but in return they were really huge.

"Okay, this time. The next time we see each other, we'll talk about it in more detail. The time of year, we'll look at the fold and let you know. If there's anything I can do for you, speak up for this necklace."

"Ha. Okay. I'll get ready."

"Best wishes. See you soon."

Smiling. That said, Eltovael's figure disappears.

At the same time, the necklace that was shining lost its light.

Binkert confirmed it and exhaled a deep deep sigh.

"Totally. Is that true..."

Crushing up to no one, he fluttered closer to his desk.

What I took out of my drawer was a cheap cigarette cigarette on the market.

There was already no flesh left, and Binkert's body was just a doll.

Even so, the habit of turning in tobacco cannot be stopped.

Remove one from the metal case and light it with a small magic tool.

"Of steel”? That's bad. Yabe. It won't be stylish. It's a real Bakemon. "

It was Binkert who had seen the kind of person called the various monsters, but it was the irresistible “steel” Shelbren Grosso who thought he was special.

In terms of combat technology and destructive power alone, "paper scraps” paper snow sails are dangerous at the same level.

But that's not the only danger Shelbren poses.

It is a high level of technological development ability that he personally possesses.

Shelbren is using the most advanced equipment developed at the military level to further improve his own development.

That means we can produce weapons that can be used other than ourselves.

Since it is geared to the magic of Shelbren, what will be developed will be a so-called degraded copy.

But the resulting reinforcement of military capabilities should have incalculable repercussions.

As a matter of fact, the Iron Wheel Knights' battle power rating has jumped several times since Shelbren arrived at the captain.

The numerous pieces of equipment made by Shelbren himself for the members of the group were responsible for this.

Something with enormous magic beyond even control is creating an army for itself and arming its subordinates.

"You're not kidding. It's not like that, but the secret to a long life. There's more, that one. Isn't that too much of a problem?

Just a few thoughts came to my mind about some of the problems that needed to be solved.

They are all troublesome and difficult to steer.

But even adding that.

"Right of passage over reviewed land. The right to pass over the divine domain with God's permission. That's right, it's a land that's been reviewed, too. Ah? Wow. If we try to make it a transit country, it's a joker, I want to."

Binkert grinned, hoisting both ends of his mouth to the limit.

If you see anything normal, you'll feel terrified.

It's like a demon smile.

"It's the beginning of a business that hasn't come billy in a long time. This would make up for the loss a hundred years ago. No, that's more than that. With our shipbuilding technology now, we can do much better business than we did back then."

“The Ghost of Skysler," Binkert Subainku said, sounding an extremely enjoyable laugh in a room where no one was.

"But it's a disaster, and so is Pryan Blue! More importantly, I'm blind to Master Eltovael!

Thinking of marriage in the first word, marriage in the second and the face of a loud subordinate, Binkert inhaled cigarette smoke thoughtfully.

That's all marriage marriage and loud Pryan Blue, but Binkert thought he was too fond of men for that kind of split.

Binkert's been thinking about getting along with a few things, but there are too many conditions.

When I started lining up, it took me over an hour, and the other operatives were leaking their stupidity.

"Well, this is his wedding. Well, it's a long way off again."

The fact that my marriage was even further away where I didn't know it.

It is only a little later that Pryan Blue learns about it.