I traveled to another world with a bottle of pesticide. I wanted to get rid of the poison bottle, but it was treated as a world treasure.
The elf queen knelt down to me for it, and the dwarf king gave it to his treasury in exchange.
The knights devoutly held their swords high and swore an oath, willing to sacrifice their lives to protect it.
It wasn't until the Kingdom of God came and the angels bowed their heads that I realized in horror——
This bottle of "Dichlorvos" used to kill insects seems to be regarded by them as... The blood of God?
