About the same time I finished, all the principality instruments started playing at once.

'Ugh, what's this? That's so weird.
You're deafening.

　Ituna and Cianne cower.
　It's the 18th hymn of the Principality level, a hymn of joy. If the spirit spirit spirit is tuned by this guy, the last thing he'll do is bring 'forced relief' to his body.
　Thanks to the harem rule, Itsuna and the others won't be affected by it, but it won't stop the disgust they instinctively feel.

'Totally, it gives me a headache any time I listen to it.

　Even as he was poisoning himself, something strange was beginning to happen in the surrounding forest.

'Eh, what's that!　The tree is acting weird!

　The trees to which Ituna points are turning an iron hue.
　No, they are actually turning to iron.

It's him!

　Sianne considered the Principality class to be the enemy and tried to get into an attack position.

''Don't!''
What?

　He stilled Cianne with a compelling cry of magic power.
　Unbeknownst to me, the failure in the orc battle earlier was quickly lived out.

''Listen, both of you. Don't provoke that big guy. He's not someone you can take seriously.
What, Mr. Sacagawea?
What do you mean?

　Without needing to be told by me, both Ituna and Sianne are completely frozen.
　They both seemed quite surprised that I was trying to avoid a fight.

''They're not the type of people I'd want to fight and win or anything like that.
What do we do then?
Of course, you will leave in good faith!

　While responding to Ituna, he grabbed the stopped orc's head roughly.
　At the same time, its eyes regained their light again.

''Mm, this guy!
Cyanne, it's okay!

　He conquered Cianne, who was trying to wield her claws, and activated her cheat ability towards the orc.
　At the same time, the hymn of the Principality level stopped.

''Ah, that?''

　Ituna's braided antenna, which had been reacting violently, flopped back to its original position.
　On the other hand, I discarded the orcs that had become useless and transmigrated to the dimension in front of the bow of the Principality-class ship.

'Return to where you belong, Angel of the Seventh Rank!　This is not a world you're allowed to be in!

　My exasperated cry is met with a principality-class bow staring back at me with eyes that have no emotion in them.

'Aha, Apostle. I give thanks for this new mission. Please let there be joy and peace in this world.

　And then, as if he returned a line that didn't mesh, he disappeared into the dimension, becoming just as polygonal as when he came out.
　The shadows that had cast a great shade disappeared without a trace, and the sun's rays shone down on the forest again.
　After witnessing the complete evacuation, I went back under Ituna and the others, and Cianne promptly ate at me.

''Hey, what was that, what the hell was that thing!
Take a good look.

　He pulls out the head of the rolling oak as hard as he can and shows it to me.
　No blood comes out. On the contrary, it sparks with a beech, exposing a tube-like metal part instead of a blood vessel.

''Eh, is this........a machine, Sakahagi-san?''
Yeah. These guys are robots that have been mechanized (machinate) by Angel Fleet..............................in other words, made into machines. When these guys are destroyed, they call the fleet into another world.

　It is not the world itself that the Angel Fleet of mechanical life invades, but the individuality that the world possesses. In other words, it is the worldview.

　According to field reports from Ans-Baal military intelligence, the Angel Fleet is a space fleet in the form of angels and is believed to be aiming to mechanically indoctrinate all organic life forms.
　The most threatening is the Angel class, which is supposed to be the lowest on the scale. This thing is an invisible nano-machine radiating from the Angel Fleet's home planet, Metatron, into the entire universe, indiscriminately mechanizing (machinate) any other world it reaches. Most of the machinists I encounter are also machinated by this angel-level machine.

"Well, that was a close call earlier. I fooled around, so I managed to get home. If I hadn't done something wrong, this world would have been ruined for sure.

　Cianne laughed with amusement at my big, serious comment.

'Come to think of it, you've been pretty weak, Sacagawea. It's not like you.''
You're kidding me. It's a very personal way for me to handle things.

　I always resort to the straightforward means of violence because I don't have to give them a choice, with or without.
　Fulfilling my pledge is absolute. There is no letter of compromise.
　So if violence reduces efficiency, I will not hesitate to seal it.

'No matter how many you defeat, if you say you want a hell of a place to keep your sanity and fight on despite the fact that twice that many will be sent to you, the tempests will be rolled out, and the hymnal ring will be played endlessly... I could have let you hit them, though?
Well, that's...

　As expected, Cianne closed her mouth.
　Or so it seemed. The only person who could say that that torture-whoever-goes loop is sincerely fun is Sarifa, the battle-crazed Sarifa who went to Megamikran.
　Oh, no ... I can think of a few others, but let's not think about them.

　Anyway, the machinists (machilim) who barely have any instincts left in the middle of the machinization (machinate)...........that is, aside from those like the orcs this time, Angel Fleet itself seldom wields force.
　In order to show the pointlessness of resistance, they use weather-manipulated weapons to rain thunder and hail or create tsunamis to sink continents, but this is only an act of demonstration, not a programmed culling through destruction.

　The Principality class, in particular, are the unarmed ships that appear when the Machinists (Masirim) are destroyed, bringing destruction to the world. They specialize in singing hymns, blowing trumpets, and tuning the soul energy of life into the same waveform.
　The effect of the hymns is not limited to humans and monsters, but extends to animals and plants as well, and even those lives whose souls have been tuned into the Angel Fleet have become machinists (masirim).

　Many worlds have destroyed the Machinists (Mashirim) born of the Angel class, and this Principality class will lead to complete global Machinization (World Machinates).
　If this happens, the fantasy-like otherworld will disappear, leaving only a science fiction-style dystopia infested with machinists (Mashirim) praising angels.
　And the Mashirim will continue to sing hymns without end.
　They will sing hymns in perfect pitch, accompanied by a perfectly tuned trumpet.

　The world machine indoctrination (World Machinates) will bring us a world without conflict.
　A world where there is no death, no disease, no discrimination based on race, no discrimination between rich and poor, where we all hold the same values, follow the same teachings, and prescribe them as the best.
　If this story makes you nauseous, that's normal. Organic life, which is good for diversity, is basically incompatible with an angel fleet that imposes uniformity.
　There is no more unproductive activity than fighting endlessly with such lifeless angels. Anyway, it's vain, I can assure you, having tried it.

　Now, Angel Fleet is seemingly invincible, but because it is a machine, it is extremely vulnerable to the cheat ability to manipulate inorganic objects.
　What I used for the Principality class was a hack-and-crack cheat. It's a cheat ability that I also used earlier to stop the orcs.
　This cheat ability allows me to control a machine that is running on an electronic mechanism that I accessed with this cheat ability at will. Stop it, destroy it, manipulate it. You name it, it can do it.
　In this case, he used the mechanized orc's electronic brain as a stepping stone to hack the principality class and misinterpreted my orders to retreat as orders from a higher-level terminal.

　If they were so inclined, they could play hack-and-crack cheats to get the principalities to sing an enka song or craft their own decisive weapons from their parts, but if they had no particular business to attend to, they'd have to leave in peace.
　He summarized such a story briefly and told Ituna and the others.

'Anyway, fighting Angel Fleet head on is a fool's errand. If you see them in the future, don't bypass them and attack them.
Yes!
Yeah, okay...

　I nodded at the two replies and collected the orcs into the item box.
　After stopping every single angel-class terminal floating in the atmosphere with a hack and crack cheat, we decided to leave the forest.



　This is how we unexpectedly saved the doomed world.
　There was no guarantee that there weren't any Machinists (Masirim) somewhere else, but as expected, there was no reason to take care of them that well.

'Welcome back, Master*.

　A fantasy world where there is a maid cafe run by a Japanese tripper. In order to receive a small amount of compensation for preserving its uniqueness, we enjoy the services of this maid cafe.
　I just wanted to spend all the currency I'd cashed in on this world, not that I liked the shop. It's not that I wanted to collect stamp cards and talk to the maids, but it's not that I liked the shop. If not, then nothing.
　Ituna and Sianne were too used to seeing the maids, and it was impressive how completely unresponsive they were to the store.

'I'm pretty sure Angel Fleet would get double the number of people if they got hit, right?　What does it mean or something?

　Ituna says casually as she struggles with a pastry that she thinks is millefeuille.

'I don't know,'

　The device just works the way it's programmed, so I don't know why that's the case, and I can't even think about it, even with a hack-and-crack cheat.
　My ability to cheat doesn't extend beyond the bounds of the world in any way.

'If their followers are hurt, they'll come right over......... It's as if you're pretending to be a god.

　Sianne muttered to herself as if it were someone else's business, and she smiled with a satisfied smile as she scoffed at her strawberry parfait.

''God hey........''

　Certainly there are mafia-like gods who won't forgive believers if they are beaten.
　But to most gods, believers are pawns, or resources.
　At least in the multidimensional world of a f*cking god who has solved the heat problem (entropy) of the universe through the soul energy circulation system in the Gaff's room, no matter how much neatness you put into it.
　Of course there are some good gods, but there are far more arrogant gods who don't care enough to get their followers killed.
　So, even if you're going to get a good cause, waiting for believers to be killed seems like a bypass for a god to do.

　The gods, who rely on mysteries and supernatural powers that are beyond our understanding, are incompatible with science, which aims to understand all phenomena.
　The reason why the gods favored a fantasy world with magic rather than the modern scientific world is because it is easy to gather faith.

　I'd much rather science the shape of the buttocks of the elf maid who is cheerfully taking orders at the table across from me.
　Of course, the visual transfer cheat puts the viewpoint at a different angle, so there's no risk of exposure. I can assure you that this is a gentlemanly act that follows good manners, since it's a cheat that can even look into your skirt if you're so inclined.

'What's wrong, Sakahagi-san, I just zoned out.
Uh-huh.

　Ituna's point pulled me back from the world of butt modeling science.
　The visual transference cheat also makes it look like I'm thinking about it from the side.

　Come to think of it, I think I was thinking about Angel Fleet, but oh well.
　I know I won't get an answer for thinking about it anyway. Most importantly, it's impossible for a tuned soul to have a wish to summon me, so I can't even attempt to ride into Angel Fleet's home planet.
　Besides, whenever I think about them, my mind always gets misty and my thoughts wander off to other places. I think I can picture someone's face, but....

''Hmm?　What?

　Ituna looks into my face.
　The innocent act of innocence somehow made me feel tender.
　I giggle as I feel my weary heart healing.

I'm not sure if it's a surprise that Angel Fleet was created by a human being. That's just what I thought.

　I replied, biting into the fair tiki I took out of the item box, with no particular deep meaning.
　The next moment, I forgot about it.