Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The large lecture room was a fan-shaped room of about 50 meters in length and width, the desks were arranged in a staircase, and there was a blackboard and a teaching platform at the lowest point, so the students could see the structure. The entrance is at the top of the stairs, and the place where the temple is located hits the back of the room. Now the composition was slightly different, the pedestal had been removed and a large desk had been brought in instead. On top of that, there was a pile of documents, which seemed to indicate the information (...) gathered from all over the country. It is undoubtedly classified as state secrets.

Even the mere existence of classified documents made sense to erect a barrier in this great lecture room to keep the extra people away. But apparently, it wasn't Josephine who was renting out the room that set up the barrier.

DOSHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

"Haha?!"



As soon as Teresa opened the door of the great lecture room, people flew inside. It's not a metaphor. A big man flew from his back, drawing a parabola towards Teresa. The sword in his hand was split into two from the middle, and it was clear to everyone that it no longer made sense as a sword.

The big man with the sword was Balestre, who was the commander of the Kingsguard. His whole body was worn out and bloody, and he was barely alive, and it was not strange to die right now. It was a full-fledged creation. When he collides with Teresa from his back, he falls off the wall as if he were hitting a wall, and he stops moving.

Teresa, who was to take such a direct hit from Ballestol, would not fall as she did in Millenia. With such a heavy weight that humans can't even imagine, she can't shake the dust of a giant ballast slashing, tackling, or flying. The metaphor of "Lucia's Shield" boasted a certain defense.

"Oh no, where are you looking!" If it wasn't for my concubine... is she dead?! "

"No, I'm alive."

Looking closely at the balestr, Teresa noticed that she was seriously injured. Although she panicked a little, she quickly regained her coolness after being pointed out by Waltz. By the way, she was not in a hurry because the flying ballast was full of scratches. I was afraid I might have killed Ballestur.

Meanwhile, the waltzes that were observing the collision from the edge seemed to be calm all the time. As soon as he judges the situation, he flies an instruction to Teresa.

"Teresa! Protect Josephine!"

I couldn't see the room from the waltz, but I was sure Josephine was in danger. Ballestur is the sword and shield of Josephine. If he fought, he couldn't do anything but fight to protect Josephine, so Waltz could only think that he was flying because he was fighting something powerful.

Teresa, on the other hand, tried to enter the room as she was told, but she stopped at the place. Then, while showing a very troubled expression, he turned around and said this to the waltz.

"... my concubine, I've just used up all my magic today... how can I fight?" Isn't it appropriate for Waltz to go? "

In front of Teresa, who was long, the waltz shrugged his shoulders.

"Just go." You see, I have to protect my unconscious millenia, Lucia, and Asteria, who are obsessed with phantom magic. You're the only one who can move, so you're the only one who can do it! Are you moody? "

"Intensity... intensity..."

Teresa charged into the room with an impatient expression that was the exact opposite of the one that seemed to be in her temper.

And what she saw as she went down the stairs was the figure of the Kingsguards lying on the ground, not knowing if they were alive, and Josephine, who was hanging back in front of the blackboard. And above all--,

Grrrrr!!

—— It was a silver lump approaching me. Looking at Teresa, this mass was sucking itself into her forehead while spinning horribly slowly and vertically... As far as she can see--,

"(Ah, my concubine, she's dead.)"

It was an object that could not help but feel death. A throwing knife... Yes, soon after Teresa recognized the object, a dull sensation was transmitted to her forehead.