Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Since the unidentified visitors arrived and the Waltz started the operation...

If you don't keep responding to those they've come...

Gacha...

A man dressed as a soldier peered in, trying to look into the room through the gap in the door.

To his eyes like that...

zzz...

and fellow sleepers,

"zzz ~..."

"zzz..."

Sleep in the same way (?) Cortex and Strella sleeping in a raccoon appeared to be visible.

... because of it,

"Dear Strella...?

and a soldier throwing a voice containing a color that lets them sleep together or try, against inside a peeking conference room (?).

Then he... somehow disappeared outside the room without saying anything and doing anything...

"... that? That's crazy, isn't it?

"No, it doesn't suddenly extend to the crime, does it?

"... you feel like you know these situations well, don't you? Atlas."

"That's... well... when it's used by Cortex, there's all sorts of things."

and soldiers (?) waltz and atlas to interact like that in the room after it disappeared, blending into the view with holograms.

What the hell kind of operation did they go on... to turn their fallen asleep companions into suspicious (?) with the intention of exhausting it, he decided to break up into two hands.

In this case, the catching side is Waltz and Atlas, and the infiltrating side is scheduled for Strella and Cortex.

... Especially to Cortex, who pretends to sleep, who doesn't seem to be willing to cooperate...

"... what do you think will happen after this?

And, get up from the desk where you were stuck, and ask the two of them, Strella.

In response to her like that, Atlas replied, showing her a bare gesture that she would think about with her arms together.

"If you think in pattern, you're gonna come back with your people, kidnap them all, or you're gonna kill them crisply in this place, right?

"... if it's the latter, it would be a hassle if it were suddenly attacked with blades and magic... I know it's okay, but not everyone's at zero risk of getting hurt, either..."

"There will be hands to catch only one person and hand them over to sister Catalina to torture... but sister Catalina, right now, you'll be busy and..."

With that in my mouth... a parasite for torture that I put inside the examiner (?) In contrast, Atlas brings up an unpleasant look, remembering the look on Catalina's face when she saw a heartfelt, happy look (...) and (...)

Strella's also seemed troubled to see where she had a look that seemed difficult to accept... and in part, whether she needed to do so much against the ex-angels who had room for sympathy.

... It just seems that if you were Cortex, who was still stuck at your desk, you were only doing it with one hand up, sissy, so... you wish you could force the angels to 'process' it because it's troublesome.

Such an opinion to bisect (?) of which Waltz, who is virtually partitioning the Homunculus...

"Wouldn't it be nice to keep an eye on things for a while? It's not like you have to decide what to do yet."

It was literally something that was either way.

Can you call it an indecisive girlfriend choice?

to such waltz suggestions,

"Well, so is that."

"Sure, even in a critical situation, it doesn't matter how much more than we are here."

"zzz ~..."

And, 3 agree (?).

such a fold,

Con, con...

Again, I heard knocking on the door.

"Hmm, now you're not alone... you seem to have five"

and waltz whining while checking the shadows on the bio-response sensors.

Then Strella and Cortex, the squadron...

"Yes. So, sisters? If anything happens to you, please."

"zzz ~..."

I left those words behind and started poking around my desk again.

"Well... we're gonna hide, too, right?

"... I haven't solved the hologram since the beginning..."

After exchanging words like that, Waltz and Atlas are ready to erase the signs again and invite in the 'Guests' who have come.

Immediately thereafter,

Gacha...

The door to the room opens again.

"Dear Strella...? Is that it? Sleeping..."

"Sure..."

"What do we do...?

"I don't care what you say... if I interrupt where you're sleeping, I'm afraid of later..."

"... after all, I guess I just have to decide I didn't see it?

"I have no choice... If Porch escaped from the cabin, we'll have to find him."

"Anyway, it's the pantry, right?

"Those guys, they're not what they look like, they're full of rice..."

Gacha...

And the silence came back inside the room again...

"... Hey, Strella?

"... I know you don't have to tell everyone..."

And Strella stays stuck at her desk... her supervisory responsibility as a guardian of Porch (?) Did you feel it, I started holding my aching head with both arms...

Waltz throws words at Atlas, who was next door, as he turns his raw warm gaze on such a strella.

"Looks like the people who came this time... were different from the ex-angels, huh?

"You make me nervous... I don't think so, but there's nothing about everybody sleeping, just tired and sleeping, right? Actually, we're just overreacting."

"I can't deny it in the case of Eve, Fei Long or Silanui... but sleeping like Hermes falling on a boulder was normal... and possibly, overworked death?

"No, he's not dead, and... maybe"

Hermes is actually just sleeping, although she looks dead because she's falling on the floor.

It was Atlas who knew that... but you got worried, and he tried to stop by her side to check Hermes' pulse... at that time.

Gacha!

There was no knock, and the door to the room suddenly opened.

To its sound, an atlas that unwittingly stiffens the body.

... but fortunately, he never seemed to be seen by visitors because he was within the Waltz hologram range.

However, if you move at all, you can't deny the possibility that things will notice you...

... like that.

Into a space with a strella that sticks her head against her desk with both hands, and an atlas that is solidifying on the spot while offering her right hand to Hermes in a mid waist condition...

"... Hmm. This is one stone and two birds."

"The daughter of the goods and the invader... So, which one of you guys says waltz or something?

"I don't know? I'm talking about the way a girl looks... but this is how many..."

Three soldiers came to interact like that.

Within, one is the first soldier to come and see what is going on in this room, and the other two are the first to come.

Apparently, that means they're traitors,

"But if you're sleeping with a lot of people, none of them will interfere with the plan."

"... right"

"Well, I could check the contents. Let's just skew..."

That's all I'm saying, then...

Gacha...

... men who, for some reason, still do nothing, put the spot behind Soxoxa.

Apparently, they also have some kind of plan... but a little too much information to speculate from the current story.

I thought it was...

"... my name, you're booming in this country too..."

And, whining, waltz holding a maneuvered armored head for not displaying a holographic body.

And then she said,

"I don't know, maybe we should move deeper into the country... like we did in the modern world..."

Groaning, etc., he pointed out as Atlas, who had been listening to it, stretched out the muscles of his body that seemed to solidify because he maintained a weird system for a while.

"Sister... Honestly, but... you can't do that, can you? In the village of Alc, we had the same situation, didn't we? I feel like moving to the country, but in the end, I take over the country and do whatever I want..."

"I guess so... If you're building a workshop or collecting food to repair manoeuvre armor, you really need money..."

Waltz and Atlas exchange stories that have absolutely nothing to do with soldiers.

Then, when Strella, who was holding her head as she stuck it against her desk, woke up her torso with her hands on her head, she opened her mouth with a jitty eye on both of them.

"Because I don't care about that. Shouldn't we figure out a way to do something about them now? Guess from the tone, there was some kind of plan going on, and... well, it didn't feel like you were coming back here, did it? Shouldn't we go after him and catch him at this point?

"I don't think it would be weird to come here another time or so... But it might have been a mouthful not to come back."

and Atlas leaning down his neck with his arms together in Waltz's holographic cover-up.

Waltz seemed to agree with that...

"I'm chasing you... I'm sure you agree. But what's the plan?

She, like Atlas, tilted her head.

"It's not kidnapping, it's not killing... then what? Social annihilation?

"What's that... maybe Strella or someone stole the look of that one or something?

"No, I don't have that... maybe..."

and Atlas, Waltz and Strella who speak their opinions to each of them.

Then for a little while, when 3 people were bothering their heads... they slept until then (?) Cortex woke up with his body moving picnically, feeling something, his beast ears the same color as his silver hair... and he said this.

"Okay, I'll go count down ~. One ~..."

... at that moment,

Dogowong!!

and blowing conference room walls and doors and ceilings and floors...

Apparently, the rebels were trying to blow up their sleeping companions, every conference room, using something like an exploding magic or magic prop...