Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Open Atlas, say hello to your people for leaving... and three Waltz, Atlas and Cortex who stepped out for an investigation into the cold-looking world outside the energy.

In front of them proceeding with gravitational control to draw the snow... the walls of snow piled up to about 2m were extended so as to block its way...

Bwww!!

"Huh?! Cold!"

The bi-perfect clearance of snow is blown through by a wind fortified like a building wind, and rapidly takes away his own body temperature...

In that situation... Atlas, who wore only one t-shirt and one shortbread marked 'Puppet' on her chest, shook that body by accident...

Then against him,

"... no, no, why didn't you wear your jacket..."

And Waltz, who knows why and asks.

To that inquiry, Atlas... suddenly went back to being keenly,

"No, it's not cold to this extent and... The atmosphere, the atmosphere."

Somewhere recently, he mouthed a line like the silver-haired fox girl was saying.

Around there, the boulder brothers and sisters, could you say...

... by the way.

If you were my sister, who was still wearing a blue squirt written on her chest saying 'come on,' what were you doing when Waltz and his brother were in conversation...

"... heh heh. Speaking of snow, it's still a snowball fight ~..."

With that said, I had powder snow in my hand... and it seemed like I was compressing it with that power no less than a hydraulic actuator and making a fist-sized ice (...) chunk...

"... Cortex? I know you do, but not if you pack ice or stone in a snowball fight, okay?

Imagining that the ice cubes she had made would fly all the way to Doco, Waltz said so, imagining his brother, who would be bloody as a result of the snowball.

Then Cortex...

"No ~. Of course, I'm not hitting Atlas or your sister ~?

And, with a soft grin as usual, tilt your neck small and reply.

And then she...

"But..."

After you mouth such a forethought, like exploring a sound or something, you put your neck around it a few times, and then...

Dogowong!!

and threw ice cubes in the direction of the day after tomorrow with such force that it backed its own body, which was supposed to be very heavy, with its recoil.

Then I opened that mouth again.

"If there's a bad rat nearby, that's not the case ~"

"What...?

Waltz and Atlas raised their voices to overhear her because they didn't understand her words very well... at that time.

Wow...

And the snow ahead where Cortex threw the ice cubes slowly stained red, as if scattered ketchup...

Apparently, her thrown ice cubes struck directly at Magi Mouse, who was hiding in the snow... leaving her in a state of hesitation to put it into words...

"Maybe Cortex can see Magpie Mouse?

With his own bio-response sensor, Waltz speaks surprisingly that way because Magi Mouse looked too small or because he was buried in noise to detect it.

Cortex then returned the words with the usual, sneery look on his face.

"Yes, in the case of the Magi mouse with a magic specificity, there is no such thing as locating it because you hear the magic overflow from your body."

When you say so, Cortex... deepen that grin for a moment (?), continued the words.

"Kill them all... yes, kill them all. Death to anyone who interferes with my vacation! I won't forgive you ~? Right ~? Atlas ~?

"No, even if I shake you..."

Atlas fails to look directly at the grin directed at Cortex and shifts his gaze.

Waltz, who was next door, also saw where he was pointing the day after tomorrow... neither of us wants to get involved with the Cortex now... that's how it is.

And then...

Dogowong!!

Dogowong!!

Dogowong!!

... and Cortex throwing ice cubes at them accelerating to subsonic speeds, as if they were shells being fired from cannons.

Every time, something like a watery sound effect sounds from the other side of the snow wall... I mean, something hit the ice cube, and I could play it, I guess...

Then I went around the energy, around throwing about 300 shots of ice...

"Mm-hmm, already on the boulder, that's right ~"

And, with a neat look on his face, Cortex said so.

"... if the snow doesn't lift and it's gone... it must be an amazing sight..."

"... maybe even if the snow doesn't break out, from the sky, it looks like a red flower blossomed in the snow..."

"I really don't want to see..."

"I agree..."

Waltz and Atlas interact with each other like that, with their faces deeply tucked away, as opposed to Cortex, who feels refreshed and looks like that.

The two seem to have decided in their hearts not to look at the view below as they embark on the energy and take off...

Such a fold, Cortex, who was ahead of the two and was turning his arms like a baseball pitcher to see how his shoulders were, starts to mouth the doubts that seem to have come to his mind.

"Nevertheless ~... hundreds of Magimouse Magic Specifics escape at once, or a complete crisis of national survival, right? Your sister, who was dumping Magi Mouse, is responsible for... well, at this point, let's just say we keep it on the shelf. The problem... is the cause of it ~. How did they come from an uninhabited island to this mainland?

Obviously caused by Waltz and Catalina (and Lucia?) So it seems Cortex has begun to think about what to do now, rather than pursuing his place of responsibility.

Waltz shuts up, not knowing what to say to such Cortex words.

He seems to regret his irresponsible actions until now, if the Magi Mouse were to cause the country to perish.

Later, she began to talk about how Magimouse came to the mainland, once she sighed small, about its possible causes.

"... that MaggiMouse is all about the ice attribute (?) Guess from what it looks like, I guess I've frozen the sea water, made a bridge or a ship... somewhere to travel around it, and gone beyond the sea..."

and waltz to mouth thoughts without giving the name of Altair.

Apparently, there's not enough room left to shrink and shift responsibilities.

Well, aside from that.

She seems to think that the Magi Mouse, floating on the sea with the likes of drifting ice, came on top of it.

In contrast, Cortex spoke of another possible cause as he shook his head.

"Sister ~? Rats swim in the ocean ~? Perhaps if you were a deserted island far enough away to look like a horizon, you would swim off without difficulty, even if the conditions were right ~?

"I mean... you were meant to be isolated on an uninhabited island, but actually, it wasn't isolated or anything..."

Whether you've used magic to transcend the ocean, or whether you've swam and crossed the ocean, for the Magi Mouse, you didn't even go into jail, such as a remote island.

"... I don't know what to do..."

Completely, I realize now that I'm in a biohazard state, waltz that bothers my head.

But it doesn't solve the problem where it bothered me, so... she seems to have decided to make a certain two decisions.

"... in the meantime, let's erase the deserted island of the matter with shelling of energy. So, for the escaped individuals..."

After that, once, close your mouth and narrow your eyes, Waltz.

What she was trying to say was about how to get rid of the escaped individual... but she couldn't seem to speak of it easily.

For example, a method of spreading a pesticide.

This is also a proven method in the modern world.

However, we could not deny the possibility of involving not only the rats, but also other animals in the same area of life, as subjects of extermination.

In other words, if we were to think about protecting the rich ecosystems that remain in this world, we could not have taken that option.

Alternatively, the rat hunters... were also conceived of a way of releasing cats and flirts, for example.

But this too, as human history tells us, could not deny the possibility that it would destroy the ecosystem on the spot to a great extent, and so this choice also did not seem to be possible to adopt.

There are other methods of releasing a genetically engineered magpie mouse to mediate a gene that renders it unproductive, but if you do poorly, you won't be able to choose this method because it could extinct a magpie mouse across the continent.

... So what does Waltz say?

She said, once, when she opened that closed mouth heavily... with an unpleasant look on her face for some reason.

"... I will produce a large quantity of millimeter machines and decide to hang around..."

Mass production of millimeter machines...

This means making large quantities of the same repair millimeter machines that are protecting the hull of the energy, and spraying them in the region.

If I were to put it another way, could I say that I would build a small killing machine and selectively drive out Magi Mouse?

When Waltz says so...

"Really ~. Good luck ~"

And, like every person, Cortex responds like that.

And

"... sister. I'm just backing up..."

Even Atlas didn't seem to be cooperating all this time...

"Oh... I don't want to..."

Two words of support (?) take it... but waltz how yall feeling less than 0 and leaking something but a sigh out of his mouth.

... Apparently, she had to build countless millimeter machines in just one (...) person (...)...

Instead, she's the only one who can make it, so there's no other option, should I say...