Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de - 381 They're gonna start here.

War is something that uses a lot of effort even to end it.

If this were to deal with the existence of a demon king or something, there was no way he could end a war like he normally thinks, and Lianya was in such a state as to haunt his head with the troubles he stood in.

First and foremost, the biggest question is in terms of who is to be made to pay compensation for the war?

An organization called the military is a gold-eating bug just to exist, but if this were to move, it would have been a substitute for even greater spending from there, and since it had organized such a thing across not only one country, but several nations and races, the cost of it should have gone up to the amount that would have made me dizzy just to look at the numbers.

Furthermore, although we defeated the Demon King well, we need to return the troops we sent to the realms of all races, such as the people, the elves, the beasts and the dragons.

As for the Demons, there was no way to leave them as they were because the battlefield was the realm of the Demons, but even if we did not take that into account, the number of people that had to be moved was quite a number.

“Hopefully, we can go back to Klinge.”

Emil shrugs as she peeps into Lianya’s complexion.

By the presence of the Demon King and the Initium behind him, the Demon Nation has drastically reduced its number to such an extent that it is also difficult to maintain its physical appearance as a species.

It was Emil’s opinion that it was left in the demonic realm in this state that ordinary life would also die in a state of lethargy.

I don’t put it in my mouth because I think Emil is going to cry if I keep that in my mouth, though Lianya twisting her neck wondering if the Demon Nation would have been such a nasty creature.

“If only the Dragon Nation could… have mercy”

It was Alberto, the brave dragon tribe, who had cut him out like that with his uncle.

The Dragon Nation has also been damaged by the Demon King and Initium in such a way that it is near total annihilation, and the territory itself is not in such a situation that it can lead a decent life because it has been vandalized by the Demon King’s Army.

“Negotiations around there will be between His Majesty the Grand Duke, His Majesty the Emperor and Her Majesty the Queen. It’s in my hands.”

The city of Klinge, where Lianya is the frontier uncle and where the territory and castle she keeps from the Principality of Triden, is quite rich, but there is not enough storage in boulders to feed the survival of the Demons and Dragons forever.

Until the most demon king crusaders were formed, they had been well fed, so although not to say that it was completely impossible, it is still Lotus’ honest desire for such a troublesome matter to be discussed once and for all among the chief officers of each race.

“If it’s annoying, I guess I should throw it round. It’s not like Lianya carries anything in her back.”

It was Zion who said something rash and irresponsible.

Sion, who was mortally wounded in the fight against Initium and whose death was supposed to be finalised as it was, was spared death by fusing its existence, thanks to the help of Frau of Silky.

It was a shabby of madness that whoever came up with it would do it, such as fusing the two souls together while securing themselves, but Theon and Frau, who have succeeded in this, have even invited them to the unexpected result of completing their souls, gaining their divinity.

“Ultimately, you’ll have to take care of him now.”

In front of Lianya, who said so, there was a sight that the soldiers who were participating in the crusade had appropriately cut out the wood coming from the area, as well as stone brought out of the wrecked castle of the Demon King, to build a number of things like an easy cabin.

In any case, there are 10,000 soldiers in the Crusading Army, and even the dragons brought in by the Dragon Cavalry are in such a way that they are left in the middle of the demonic realm.

Whatever you do, first of all, whether it’s a position or a campsite because you’re going to need a base, you’re starting to build a facility that’s going to get some rest, etc.

As far as metal is concerned, it has been sourced from the remains of battleships that have flown in to enter Demon King’s Castle, and so far reports of lack of material have not come up to Lianya.

“How about sending them back one by one at the transfer gate we used?

It is now Rhona, who has earned the title of Virgin, who made such a proposal.

Among the remnants of the battleship was a portal for sending the Virgin, who had offered prayers to diminish her power when fighting the Demon King, to the battlefield.

Lorna’s suggestion that we should use it and transfer the soldiers one by one is rejected by Cloire, who also became the Virgin of the Elves.

“It’s a rush thing, so it’s something you’re not supposed to use again and again. If you activate it a few times, it’ll break.”

“I’m still anxious about Lianya’s magic.”

In Emil’s words Lianya stares at her palms.

When I was reincarnated into this world, all the resources I had deposited from the Toddler Goddess who created the world had been used up in the fight against Initium, the administrator of the world who was after the seat of that Toddler Goddess.

Moreover, the amount of magic consumed in the battle had risen to a huge amount, and the magic held by Lianya was now completely empty.

Of course, the ability to recover is full force, trying to replenish the reduced amount of magic, but where I did, it wasn’t immediately a full recovery, and it was difficult to rely on the usual overflowing magic.

“The realistic thing is, we’re going to split up about ten people in dragons, and we’re going to cross the woods.”

“Soldiers bear a heavy burden. You’ll still need some rest.”

Even if you make something like a cage and have a dragon carry a soldier, the burden on the side to be carried should be considerable, and Lianya thinks it would be cruel to demand it right away from the soldiers who have finished the battle with the Demon King.

“How about flying ground-by-ground, like when you fly a Demonic city?

“If Mr. Lenya had all the magic, it would have been there, too.”

Now Rhona denies Chloir’s suggestion.

Although there is no flau here, it should have been possible to paint a technique that would fly some extent of the ground, as was the case before when Lianya let the demons escape their survival if Zion fused with that flau.

But this is also difficult in a situation where Lianya’s magic to fly it is not sufficient.

“With the loss of the lower support of the resources, I wonder if it would be difficult for Lianya’s magic to be complete.”

Scion puts a further supplement to the denial of the croir.

“Originally, it was quite impossible to fly cities and battleships with Lianya’s personal power. That was possible because there were resources in Lianya. Now that it’s gone, it’s too big to fly an urban object with magic alone.”

“Can’t it be helped by a theon with divinity?

Theon silenced himself to Lorna’s inquiry as he thought he would, then when he struck one hand with Pong, he said with a smile all the way to Lorna.

“If I can make the land as far as I can see a barren land that won’t grow any grass for about a hundred years over there,”

“Will you stop it, buddy!?

With a slight face, he gets stuck in Emil, and Theon puffs his head.

In Zion, which gained divinity and became equal to the existence of God, resources were essential to its existence.

Without any help, in fact, Zion’s very existence would have been such a sucking up and consuming resource from the world, but this has been avoided by the hands of the toddler goddess that Zion himself has been able to generate resources to some extent.

But it seems that Zion still needs resources to wield his power as God, and that’s not enough in the amount that Zion is producing.

“If I can get some buildup, I can manage, but I can’t right now.”

“Surprisingly, I can’t even use a god.”

“Because you’re similar to that boss. I don’t know what else to do.”

It was Killier, who stood a little far apart, pointing to Emil’s words, which also sounded disgusting, by Zion, who flushed them away.

It is Killier, who has already returned to the fitness of the traveller, but whose identity is the angel sent by the goddess of the young lady to this world, and who protects the body of Lianya.

“Stop calling me that… will you get it”

Killier, pointing to Theon and shaped like he had been called incompetent, called out in a fierce protest, but soon the voice became butt shrugged.

Being an angel, Gillier is supposed to be a high-ranking being, such as a man, but the presence of the divine Zion seems to go further above Gilliel, and his tone and attitude had become somewhat awe-inspiring.

“Because this is still close to the top of angels. That’s not a lot of calling.”

“So Killier can offer you anything to crack down on the status quo?

“Excuse me. As things stand, there are no measures I can propose…”

In the fight against Initium, Killier of what does not look that way on the outside seems to have taken on quite a deep hand and is now in such a state that he is dedicated to recovering from it.

Because of the use of all of his abilities to recover, Killier today could only exist as a Killier, and he could no longer use the power of an angel.

“Well, even if we can use the power of angels, we can’t carry this many people at once.”

“If I could, I wouldn’t have had to build such a giant battleship to attack the Castle of the Demon King.”

“You’re right, Theon… Dear”

“It means we need to rest anyway. Including me.”

So to conclude the story, Lianya remembers that she was told by the Toddler Goddess.

Ugh, the world is still facing a crisis of doom, and now that the resources for what Lianya was somewhat scattering are gone, we need to act in such a way that the world actively stays away from doom rather than scattering it appropriately.

To this end, the goddess of the young lady offered to create a facility for generating resources, albeit temporarily, all over the world.

Of course, there is no way that such a substitute can be made solely by the hand of man, and a significant part is to be entrusted to the hand of Zion, who became God.

“It’s easy for me… but I don’t think it’s a big deal to make the building itself divine.”

God is the only one who can produce resources, said the Toddler Goddess.

Then it is understandable that the facilities for keeping the world away from doom must also be divine, but then the imagination of Lianya does not extend.

“I think you should leave that to me.”

I’ll just let you take care of it. I’ll let you punch yourself in the chest, Scion.

Everyone on the spot sees Scion with a somewhat disturbing look.

“Is there a problem?

“No, well, that. I’m sure it’s okay because it contains Mr. Frau’s elements.”

“Basically, you look like your partner.”

“I can’t wipe away a little anxiety.”

In a drifting atmosphere, Lorna, Emil and Kroir spoke in turn of the anxiety in their breasts to Scion, who questioned their surroundings.

At the end of the day Lianya speaks to Shion, who becomes a soothing face.

“I trust you.”

“What about trust?

“That’s hard. I’d use my head anyway, because it looks Scion in the story.”

Lotus Yaya receives her fist flying at a time when the word butt ends or not, with her palms.

From Zion, the fists that would have been unleashed at a level that did not leave the realm of jokes, and the loud noises and shocks that were slightly less stylish from the palms that Lotus Ya had collected and received without magic, seemed to surround him, and the soldiers who were working in the distance turned towards Lotus Masaya for something.

“Add or subtract, huh? If it wasn’t for me right now, I might have fucked up.”

“Ugh… be careful”

When Lianya gently wraps her fist around her palm and then pushes it toward Zion, Zion nods with a somber face.

Though Zion suddenly had the power of God in his hands, he was still in such a state that he was left with that power, and I guess he would need some sort of adjustment around it, and Lianya sighed softly as she felt heavier.