Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Strella exercising full healing magic.

In that next moment, in her head,

(Error)

(Error)

(Error)

And, surprisingly, the letters of bright red error were dancing, as if to fill the thought space.

No, correctly, should I say 'numbers (code)' instead of 'letters of error'...

Dynamic, visual, auditory...

It is literally a storm of error, from the heavenly edge of the head to the toenails of the feet.

Fortunately, there were no errors regarding life support... but apparently the excessive use of magic caused the body to become so immobile that it took damage...

"(... possibly, Cortex. Isn't this how you feel when you go to bed?

Remembering only one of Homncrus's brothers, her sleeping girlfriend, Strella tilted her virtual head in the only thought space she could freely think of.

If that's the case, Cortex means that every night, he sleeps in agony with the letters of error... fulfilled...

... When she thinks about it, some of the remaining body functions are passed on to her sensory system in fragments.

And the first big signal that came through...

Dosha...

Naturally, it was the feeling of the body collapsing on the hard ground.

Apparently, we're not losing all functionality, and some 'tactile' remains.

"(Ouch! I hit my head... Why do you still have this extra feeling...)"

Then she rubbed her own head, spitting evil inside, thinking that it might have been easier for her now, after all, to be paralyzed to the touch and in a complete blackout state... etc.

Nevertheless, that kind of imagination in my head doesn't make the pain go away or soothe...

That's when the bumped head conveys a feeling that is inadvertently different from the hard ground.

Warm, soft... but somewhere stiff...

It's like an old man's hand is stroking his aching head instead of his armless self... and that's how it came through.

"(Father...)"

Strella imagines herself, who would have collapsed to the ground, as Canopus would have begun to cuddle.

Perhaps I saw about her collapsing after releasing the magic and tried to hug her back... but in the end, I rushed back to holding her for not making it and then hitting her in the head.

"(... ahhh. I wanted to help your father, and instead I went out to exorcise lizards. Fine... but this is what's happening in the end, and it's not so different from the noisy lady who seems to be in some story...... Huh. That woman... the pot Hermes thinks, so it was...)"

With that in mind, she thought of a woman in the chair with tiny brown wings on the other side of the dark of her eyes who was now blind to anything.

... somehow, that appearance, which should normally simply be blind, seemed a little out of the ordinary to her mind eyes today.

"(Keep it up, it's not just annoying...)"

Strella thought so, biting her back teeth inside.

... but just realizing about it, it's not like your own body, which already has magic poking at its bottom and can't move one fingertip because of it, miraculously recovers and moves...

"(That's impudent...)"

Now all she could do was reflect deeply on what she had done, in her darkened mind...

And then a while, or was it just after...

I didn't know to what extent that was time Strella, who had lost almost all her physical function... but she accidentally clutched her cheeks, feeling something cold.

"(Hmm? Rain?... No way, like your father's tears?... I can think of it as a pattern of stories, but it's not actually possible...)"

Strella thinks about that, remembering the look on Canopus's face that doesn't always move her emotions very much.

In fact, besides that, she had reason to be sure that what wet her cheek was not a canopus tear.

Because at some point, from her back and head, the feel of Canopus had disappeared... and now, she was, somewhere, laid to sleep on a hard ground.

In short, Canopus was not supposed to be in such a position to put that tear on her cheek.

As far as the current atmosphere is concerned, Canopus exercised metastatic magic to move or not about Strella... it's supposed to be around there somewhere...

"(... that? Speaking of which, where are you now?

... as I was exercising metastatic magic, Strella didn't seem to have any idea where this place was.

No, to be precise, I have exercised metastatic magic in circumstance and time, and I could not determine if I really moved more than her eyes and ears could use, should I say...

"(At least it's not the royal castle of Carolis... Normally, you'll be put to sleep in your own bed... and you don't think you're put on the floor. So... is this your sister in Mid-Eden with a maintenance facility in Homunculus?... Huh? So, what about Porch?

Did you carry every wounded pouch and come inside the king's capital of Mid-Eden...

Or did you leave the Porch intact in a forest deep mountain and move...

Strella had second thoughts about herself and worried about her dog first.

... that's when it is.

Potopototo, and I was wondering if the amount of droplets that would touch her cheek had increased...

Dobasha!

"(Huh?!

... all of a sudden, the feeling as if she had been hung with water in a bucket hit her entire face.

"Hmm?! What is this torture?! Are you going to kill the wounded?! Could it be, Todome!?

She didn't think, desperately raising her voice like that (...) but (...) et (...)... flying (...) bi (...) from (...) ki (...) (...).

"Ah..."

Then somehow, suddenly, Strella finally realizes that all the error codes are gone and she can move freely.

But...

"... that? It's dark... I wonder if the eye (camera) function is back yet...?

The view around her, oddly dark, tilted her head.

Then when she looks to the side... when she exercises the magic of full recovery, the last view she was seeing comes into its eyes.

Apparently, Canopus, using metastatic magic, didn't move anywhere.

"Well, why the darkness..."

That's it, looking beyond the sky... she lost her words to the black shadow covering the sky that was there.

Because there...

"I'm glad you're safe... Strella"

One giant dragon, who speaks of such a thing, drooped his head (like this) towards her... because he was weeping from those big eyes...