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Royal wedding cake summoned to the reception room of the Marida Chamber of Commerce. Exquisite floral and whirlpool patterns applied by raw cream and white chocolate gave purity and nobility to the white monochrome cake.

The summons was complete. No, Mr. Marta was running from my side to the wedding cake, glued around the cake leaking "ho" and "hah" and voiceless exclamation.

"Mr. Schwartz, which cook the hell is this cake - so much cake if you have how much" skill "...... no, can you make a piece?!

And he ran up to me like he was bounced, and he grabbed both arms with a gutter, whether it was to keep him from escaping.

"Ma'am, Mr. Malta, calm down!

"Can this calm you down! It's called Shahoo Wine, it's called Shampoo, and the items prepared by Mr. Schwartz are not only present in the Kingdom of Kurt Melga, they are not present anywhere in a few major countries on the continent of Orlando! Where the hell are you purchasing from!

Did you examine the countries all over the continent...... Maybe we should talk to him about things already.

"... ok. It takes too long to tell everything, so I'll just tell you the gist. But what I'm about to talk about is that I know only a handful of people in the Kurt Melga kingdom, and I don't want anyone to talk about it if I can. Because I want to decide for myself who to tell."

"Of course not to anyone - I won't talk to Marida!

Calm Mr. Marta down and sit back on the couch first.

Well, where did we talk from...

"Does Mr. Malta believe in the existence of God?

"Or God? Are you talking about the Genesis God?

"Probably that. Do you know the name?

"That's horrible! Besides, the name of the Genesis God was forgotten long ago. Old legends say that when you speak its name, it consumes magic in your body to death, so no one can speak anymore, and its name has disappeared from history."

That's the first story I've ever heard. Since studying this world in the archives of the castle city of Barga, it has dawned on various requests and labyrinth explorations, and there has been less time to find out something in the archives.

Genesis God - God who only speaks his name to death. I guess that's what freed me from the Lord of the Labyrinth (Dungeon Master).

"So what about the evil god who created the labyrinth?

"I know you're an old god too...... but what does that have to do with the gods and Mr. Schwartz?

"It's a very simple story. The Evil God brought me from another world to this world, and the Genesis God saved me. Everything I sell is from a different world."

"... Huh?

That's how you react.

Marta had a bewildered look on her face, clogging her voice without knowing how to answer it.

But this is the truth. I don't care if it's the power of the VMB, or if I was originally dropped as the Lord of the Labyrinth (Dungeon Master), or if I have a body of games that I don't know about fatigue.

A being dropped by God, liberated by God and abandoned - that's me.

"Shh, is Mr. Schwartz... the Son of God?

"No, sir."

"Then... are you an apostle?

"That's different, too."

I will return to Marta's words with an immediate response. That crazy evil god called me “my son”. But I didn't mean to be a child of evil gods.

At the same time, I have no intention of becoming a user of the Creation God. That being wouldn't want that either.

"So... who the hell are you?

"I'm Me - Schwartz, Shaft."

And it's also Yona.

There is no convincing look on Mr. Marta's face. Instead, it may also be said that the mystery has deepened.

But even if I tell you that I am the former Lord of the Labyrinth (Dungeon Master), someone who has moved from the modern age of a historic planet called Earth to another world and possessed a VRFPS gaming system called VMB, I don't think I can understand that.

Instead, it just causes extra confusion. People can't understand things they don't know, things they can't imagine.

"I mean... you said you came from outside the continent of Orlando? How are the products picked up?

"Can you see this?

Wave gently in front of Mr. Marta. It is the TSS (Tactical Support System) window monitor that floats there.

"This... is something that Mr. Schwartz is messing with from time to time... not"

That's right, Mr. Malta - did you know it wasn't a magic prop? No, there are not many magic items that can be handled by me that are "demon-free," and window monitors that visibly switch display content don't look like demon-stone consumable magic items, no matter how I look at them.

"This was given by God... er, a miniaturization of the Transfer Magic Formation. Now we're moving goods from far away."

"Something like that..."

Mr. Marta reached for the dreaded window monitor and said, "Can I touch it?," he mutters as he looks at this one. I nodded lightly at it and admitted, Marta's fingers touched the screen - pushing through.

It still happened, or the VMB system continues to assimilate with me. There's no way anyone but me can use it.

I was not able to get the firearm originally, and I had reason to believe that some kind of protection was working on the system.

Marta is sticking her finger to the window monitor that she can't touch even if she wants to.

"How about this one?

That's what I summoned to the table for, "Magic Recognition Vote."

"What's this?

"This is a magic prop from God that even I, the 'Demon Out', will be able to use the Transfer Magic Formation and the Model Magic Formation."

"Is this too!

Mr. Marta slowly reaches out to the "Magic Recognition Voucher” placed on the table - it stops just before. He looks at me slightly and then checks to see if he touches me first with his index finger.

Looks like I'll touch it.

"This is a touch. - Huh? No way is this... No, no..."

Just a few touches of the recognition slip changed how Mr. Malta looked. The protruding fingers tremble in the sky - that's what passes from finger to hand, from hand to arm.

I took out the little lupe I use for the Demon Stone appraisal over my chest, and without touching the recognition slip, I got my body out and started looking into it.

"Shh, Mr. Schwartz... I won't be able to understand all of your stories - but with one of these magic tools, I know everything is true."

"Oh, thank you"

"Does Mr. Schwartz know what this magic prop is made of?

"No, I don't know - silver...... no, is it magical silver (Mithrill)?

"It looks that way at first glance, but it's not. The material of this magic prop is called magic gold (oleicalcos) - a mineral of the Divine Age. I have previously tested the magic wand that the Founding King loved to use.

The Founding King... who came to this world after being dropped from another world like mine. Given that history, it's not hard to imagine having made contact with the Genesis God, or the Evil God, just like I did.

"This is the magic ticket?” You can see at a glance that it is made of ore of exactly the same material as the Wang's wand. We call it magic gold, and we see it as the creation and mineral of God. "

Mr. Marta never touched the magic recognition slip, and treated it as if he were dealing with such a noble thing that if he touched it - it would melt and disappear.

"You may not want this magic item to be visible to people's eyes on Darkless Arrow Cod. If you look at what you see, you will realize its immeasurable value at a glance."

"I'll do that - Mr. Malta, let's get back to it"

It is the Royal Wedding Cake that collects the Magic Awareness Sheet and turns its attention.

After this, we called Marida, Minnea, and the Chamber of Commerce employees and turned into wedding cake tastings.

We knew immediately that the cake was not an imitation, so the remaining issues were its flavour and means of transport, and arrangements for giving it as a gift to the prince.

Whilst laughing bitterly at the woman and child's caper voice, she continued to meet with Marta, who felt more trustworthy as she tongue-in-cheek about the flavour of a cake that could undoubtedly be described as first-class.