Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

Nothing, in a place like nowhere else.

A woman dressed in a piercing jacket with green hair was still solidified in a rare outfit that she said bridges with her head in her arms.

After being solidified in her position for a while, she eventually shows off a series of accelerated movements from there from the windmill to the headstand when she drops her back flat to the ground, plus the rarity of saying arrow stand from the headspin before finally standing up.

The expression is grossly bitter, but after the sight of what is worn being a piercing coat but therefore something that should not have been exposed in the middle of the earlier series of operations, the serious expression is also ruined.

"What I did... is a huge failure"

No way. At that time when I summoned the brave, it was unthinkable to the people administrator that the curse I stumbled upon would come here and be disastrous.

However, even without it, administrators think it would have been almost a certainty that perhaps the brave side would have lost the bolt to Lianya.

What a personable and capable thing it was that pulled a terrible detachment whale, he was a roaring administrator for a while, but eventually one sigh to blow it off raises the face he was leaning on.

"Failure is the next thing you need to live with. I haven't lost yet."

A janitor who squeezes his fist all the time and also tries to think of his next hand with determination.

There was a voice that interrupted the thought.

"Do you think there will be a

With a slight expression on his abrupt voice, the administrator turns in the direction of his voice.

That space where she is was hers alone, and there was no way that any other being besides her would have come into it without her forgiveness.

However, the voice clearly reaches the administrator's ear, not the empty ear, etc.

One armed girl was at the end of the admin's gaze that I think is such an idiot.

Twin-tailed with dark hair and a slight laugh on his face.

Wretched design on both arms to the elbow.

From the gap between the exposed breast plate and the westguard that makes me wonder if it properly performs the function of armor, the pitch-black tube top and spats peek.

"Who is it!?

A very calm voice was returned to the administrator who would do what.

"I'm your culprit. I'm here on the Lord's orders. My name is Archangel Gilliel."

It is Gilliel who turns off his grin and lets him bow in a polite manner, but whose voice is calm but of a dark colour of contempt.

The gaze at the administrator was terribly cold, and that was not the eye to see the same being as myself.

"You guys were on too well. The Lord is very discouraged. You didn't try to understand the fact that the Lord was crushing your heart to the survival of this world until you bowed your head to the Son of Man."

Pale Gilliel spins words.

"Are we talking about the Lord's alleged lack of resources? It's ridiculous. I've never heard anything like that in any other world before!

"Yep. I guess so."

Gilliel admitted honestly the words of a caretaker who had made his voice absurd.

"In other words, the phenomenon in this world is the first case in countless worlds where the Lord is in control."

"Such an idiot!

"I can't believe it either."

Holding his head with a boneless hand, Gilliel exhales deeply and begins to explain whether it is much of a surprise or a stalling administrator with a gaze as if to see even a pitiful one.

"I'm not saying that the lack of resources is not happening in other worlds. But the administrators of the world in which it happened usually accept advice from the Lord, or ask the Lord to replenish their resources. I mean, I accept the intervention from the Lord. That's not all you guys stubbornly refused to intervene with the Lord, but turned against him until you shielded the world itself. it's a stupid thing"

"No, I don't..."

It was true that the administrators had ignored the Lord's intervention by shielding the fact that the world itself could be destroyed if interventions by the Lord were made without their permission.

But I didn't mean to go against it, and the administrator wanted to sue me, but Gilliel blocks the administrator's answer on the way.

"I don't care as far as I'm concerned because it's over."

Gently meeting her arms fists in front of her chest, Gilliel, who made a tall metal noise, gave her a much brighter look as if she'd changed her mood.

To the administrator who wandered over the speed of the switch, Gilliel slammed her finger and declared.

"That's why I punish you as a sinner. Be prepared because no appeal, no appeal, no refusal, no silence will even recognize the right to a lawyer on this matter!

Administrator's emotions rough on Gilliel's proclamation of gaze from above.

Even in the position of referring to the same Lord's subordination, Gilliel talks as if she were nevertheless a higher position than an administrator, even though she says that there is as much difference in the strength of existence as there is in heaven and earth between administrators entrusted with the world and angels who are not.

That didn't bother the admin very much.

"Ha! Don't let the angels talk too much!

If the administrator waves his arm, the piercing coat he wore until then instantly turns into a dress-like armor that covers his entire body.

While the material was completely unknown, it was unified in green, as if it emitted a hard glow and conveyed the robustness of the armor to the beholder.

"To this me who was entrusted by the Lord with the management of the world and given the power to match it! You think angels are guilty of a crime? Get to know yourself!

"You're the one who knows who you are."

"In my world! What can you do!

The administrator's right arm swinging horizontally as if it were going away.

The floor, which was flat as if to echo the motion, thrives heavily, and part of it rips open its fang-lined mouth and strikes Gilliel.

Gilliel drops her hips slightly and intercepts that mouth, such as Gilliel's thin hips, which she is likely to devour with one bite, without even showing the bare gesture she tries to deflect.

"Shh!

The explosion sounds in the part of the monster created by the administrator that will probably hit the jaw.

What Gilliel released was an upper cut with a firm waist twist.

However, only the beginning and end of the beating could be seen in the eyes of the administrator.

We didn't see much progress in speed.

The fist, shaken at that rate, did not even tolerate the action of saying that it leaned against the monster, and the entire body that emerged dispersed with that blow alone.

"Stupid......"

"You must be the fool, right? There's no way I'm inferior to you when the Lord sends me, is there?

"In the first place. How can you interfere with the Lord?

"It's not like I've been able to interfere with the Lord."

To Gilliel trying to pack the intermission, the caretaker releases countless arrows of light this time in a sense of restraint.

It poured down as if it were heavy rain, and Gilliel intercepted it one after the other with a jab of velocity that blurred from her elbow and made her invisible.

"You skewed the distribution of power in the world to put it on the shoulders of brave men, didn't you?

The weakening of the monks' magic on the Duchy of Triden's side was due to the weakening of the ethnic administrators to bring their power to the Duchy of Triden's side.

This was the material of concern in this battle, but it was not completely unusable, and thanks to the medicine Emil continued to desperately make, it has managed to end up without developing into a deadly problem.

"What the hell is that?"

"No. If your powers were filled in the realm of the people, the Lord would not have been able to intervene either. Conveniently, thanks to your creation of a blank space, there is only a little room for the Lord to intervene."

While talking, Gilliel leads from ducking to combining left and right.

He is an administrator who shrugs and dodges it, but the part of armor where Gilliel's fist is scratched is lightly blown apart by losing its power.

Gilliel continued her words without being forced to follow the administrator who would instantly regenerate the broken part while taking the distance.

"In other words, you have created your own incentive for the Lord to intervene."

"Oh no..."

The administrator faded when he realized that what he had done for the pawn had just not improved the situation or that he had strangled himself.

Gilliel's smile deepened, as she cared about such an admin's reaction.

"No, thank you. Because when I came here, too, I couldn't come without thinking about the impact on the world and being rather powerless. But now we can express ourselves in full force."

"Damn, I haven't lost yet!

From the administrator's fingertips, a crimson flame flies out of the vortex.

To the center of the impending swirl of flames, as Gilliel releases her full body straight, the shockwave emanating from her fist kicks the swirl of flames and turns it into countless little flames.

Gilliel ran through that scattered flame.

"All you have to do is defeat you and redistribute your power back!

Numerous sudden, thin, sharp needles pop out of the ground so as to block Gilliel's path.

Dodging that needle tip, pressing and twisting it with his fist, Gilliel packed a distance from the janitor.

"Can I take you down?

"Damn!?

"If you can grasp the status quo, you shouldn't be saying that."

The right body blow from the step pierces the caretaker.

Even if it takes the form of a person, neither the administrator nor Gilliel is a person.

That's why a blow to Mizo doesn't have the same effect of stopping people from breathing as it did when they received it.

But the damage caused by that blow rocked the very existence of the Administrator.

Without waiting for the armor that was protecting that part to smash, Gilliel's left fist, which took a step further, chooses the admin's right stomach.

If the target is a person, the administrator's movement stopped in a series of attacks that would surely take that breath away.

"You said it first, didn't you? I'm your culprit. That's what you call it. You're supposed to have a lot of power."

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

There was no response to Gilliel's words.

Because two shocks through the body were nearly depriving the administrator of consciousness.

In front of an administrator who sees Gilliel with empty eyes, Gilliel meets the two fists.

Mixed again with a resounding high metal sound, the fist of the meeting scattered a spark.

"Well... if you want forgiveness, cry and beg"

Gilliel leans forward slowly, keeping her fists together.

Its upper body begins left-right weaving, and its speed is gradually increased.

He is an administrator who I think needs to escape, but two earlier fists had separated the administrator's will from his body.

"Be prepared that this fistfight rain will never stop until you cry and beg forgiveness"

"Ta... Ta..."

The first blow is slammed into the caretaker's left cheek with a roar.

Without stopping that roar, strike right cheek with a blade to return.

Another blow to the left cheek just to be allowed to fall even further.

Fortunately, from left to right, fists with little aim strike the entire body of the administrator.

One shot at a time was knocked in with speed and power as if he could use all of the physical abilities of an angel, the owner of the ability to far exceed a person, the administrator's body remained sticky without even being able to defend it, and if someone watched from the side as if only the head swayed to the right and left, it was like a broken flower lock of output.

< Gilliel. Geely Ehru? What about you? "Oh, is it the Lord? I'm done with your work. Just like that." Gilliel replied to a thought from the Lord with a clean smile as if she had exuded clean and refreshing stress. Ever since the attack began, the words "cry and beg forgiveness" were never heard from the mouth of the ethnic administrator in the end. It was Gilliel who said he wouldn't stop until I told him, but he got tired of beating me to the boulder and stopped the attack. He takes off his heavy armor and now wears a sloppy outfit that not too many people can show him that says it's just the spats and tube tops he wore underneath. At his feet, he had been beaten up too hard to tell what was going on, and the object had been thrown away with a tingle of motion. Gilliel wraps it around properly and leaves it with no hands or feet where it has recovered somewhat. < Then why don't you just grasp the human realm? Copy that, Lord. < And take over the admin rights, too, right? I'll take care of you for once. "That doesn't really bother me...... ok, lord" At a time when he had broken into the realm of the ethnic administrator and rendered that administrator incapacitated, there was no creation for Gilliel to say that the administrator would strip him of the authority he had. Gilliel was able to replace the people's administrator by temporarily granting him that authority. Upon completion of the task, Gilliel immediately returns to normal the distribution of power in the human realm. "Now you've regained 20% of this world's administrative authority." Based there, try to break into the realm of another admin. "Am I alone? Please help me, Lord." < Nooo... I can't handle it. I'll send a few people to collect the broken people administrator and help you. >

Perhaps the Lord reluctantly for a moment was concerned that sending angels under Gilliel would reduce the number of angels who would do their job.

Still, I have to get some numbers sent to me, and Gilliel will have to do a little to other administrators in addition to her normal work as a race administrator.

That was all Gilliel wanted me to give her a break.

"But going from here to the realm of the other administrators... would be hopeless."

Gilliel thinks the other administrators will soon realize that the head of the ethnic administrator has changed.

As soon as you are aware, you will have measures in place.

Like a race administrator who's rolling at his feet right now, it probably didn't seem possible to invade his opponent's realm by positive offense to not make something bigger for him.

"Still, it's your order, so I'll do it."

I think Gilliel is perfectly sorry about the janitor's work, but taking charge of it may make it a little easier for the Lord and Lianya.

It was only a matter of possibility, but it was a bit of a shame to ignore it if that possibility was not zero.

While I think that's why it's troublesome, it's Gilliel, who took on the crusade request of a race administrator.

"Well, let's do our best"

One thing tempered me, I was Gilliel trying to get my hands on me from where I could as I stepped on a former tribe administrator rolling at my feet until the angels of help came to me.