Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The men who left the conference room after making sure the Princesses of Strella were asleep.

And since we moved to a safe place outside the royal castle, a man of leadership...

"... do it"

And I said that.

... the next moment,

Dogowong!!

and a conference room surrounded by exploding flames while raising a yellow flame.

"That sounds amazing..."

"From now on, it's time for the Magic Bomb!

The men dressed as soldiers accidentally cheered that, as a result of blowing up six sides of the conference room with demonic props, a blast more than expected had reached them.

As they put it, in this world, the technology of gunpowder had not developed.

... That said, it wasn't without explosives, but with advanced fire magic, it was possible to create an explosion with some power... in the first place, given how many people in this world not so many wizards could create that fire magic, it had to be said that using advanced fire magic as force was unrealistic.

So what the hell did those who can't use magic and don't have the knowledge of science take to manipulate the 'flames' that can be called the most powerful tools people use...

It... as mentioned earlier, trapping the flame in the magic guide made it easy to use, as an alternative to magic.

Until now, however, flaming magic props were so small in output that they could only be used to light a light instead of a lighter.

There are several reasons for this... the biggest of which is that it takes a lot of magic to fill.

Even if not so much as Lucia, there were absolutely few people who possessed more magic themselves, and the efficiency of charging the magic item was not so good, and many wizards had to spend days filling it, even if they used the magic item, they could not exercise decent advanced fire magic.

Therefore, explosive magic using magic props was considered impractical.

... but apparently, the former angels, the rebels, succeeded in finding the art of overcoming the fence.

"... Now, before that confusion (Canopus) returns to the castle, we're off course?

"Ha!"

One day, suddenly, he came to Merclio and put his hand on the self-proclaimed God, the Lord of the Angels (?), and yourself (?) Canopus, who named the king, and the waltzes behind him.

The rebels were heartily pleased that they were in such an arrow against them... but they were here as they were, and it was visible that the soldiers who had gathered and the Canopus who were going out to the whole town would be troublesome to return, so the men turned to the gates of the royal castle to retreat from the occasion.

That's when...

"... what is that?

"There's been a rumor among the soldiers lately... aren't they the girls?

The figure of three young girls standing in front of the gate, lined in a side-by-side row and gazing into the blown conference room enters their eyes.

If you're thinking about the current time, the ex-angels might eat for a moment at the appearance of children who aren't supposed to be here...

"Let it go."

"Right..."

"At least... I hope the kids don't get caught in the fire."

Proud of their revolutionaries, they tried to get outside the walls of the castle by passing beside them without putting their hands on the girls unrelated to politics...

... but where they approached the girls,

"Hey, scary uncles?... Gusu."

"Where are you going?... Grrrrrrrrrr."

"..." Boo.

They uttered such words of inquiry to each one, as if to call to rest.

Apparently, their gaze was directed from the beginning towards the former angels who were trying to escape, not the burning conference room.

Against them like that...

"What are these guys..."

"I thought you were just a girl... but you're not?

Ex-angels who say so with a troublesome look on their face.

In the meantime, a man of leadership...

"... if you mean to stand in front of us with children... I will not forgive you"

After I ran that thing through my mouth, I pulled out the long sword I was lowering to my hips, and turned to the girls who only looked like about a 6-year-old...

Bhun!

And he waved relentlessly.

And in the dark of the night...

Bushaaaa!!

red and black liquid scattered as it is illuminated by flames, making the sound that

What the hell is the origin of that liquid...

It would be obvious not to bother to mention what predictions the former angels had made.

"Knock..."

"It's tight..."

and ex-angels who turn away or keep their mouths shut, imagining the scenery on the other side unseen in the shadow of a leader.

... but right after that.

Different sounds that largely overshadow their expectations begin to echo on the spot.

Ballybori...

They could hear something like a hard pancake chewing through their ears.

Former angels tilting their necks with a surprising look in front of that puzzling sound.

... and in the next moment, that upper body of a leader man who waved down his sword at the girls in front of them...

Bakung!

... suddenly disappeared into the void...

"... that?

"... that's crazy?

Men who don't understand the sight... stand up flattered.

Then, shortly... they will understand the cause of the sound and why the leader's upper body has disappeared, even if the no responds.

Because with the disappearance of the leader's upper body, right in front of them...

"... that's not delicious... gu gu" ballyboli

"A little more, quieter? If you don't eat in, Strella will come to you!" Bariboli

"..." Bakung.

Because three girls who talk to me wanted to stop by the leader's body and bite... and I could see him preying...

Though their appearance was indisputably that of a person... can it be said, however, that the three shadows illuminated by the flames somehow shaped the appearance of a great Cerberus... fulfilled, a product of coincidence...

Then a while later...

With the building collapsing for the first floor as a result of the explosion of the entire conference room... waltz, who didn't, fleeing the heat of the flames while floating his sleeping companions under gravity control, came outside the royal castle...

"... I almost... but it still doesn't taste good... gu"

"Master Strella said you shouldn't leave anything behind!

"..." Momogu.

Porches with bright red around their mouths had such exchanges...

"... what were you doing? Porches. You look like you ate people..."

and Strella, who asks as she lays her hands on her hips, frowning at them as they were painting something like ketchup all over her face.

Then...

At the same time, Biku!, and with her hair upside down, the three poachers turned toward the fearful Strella.

The way it is... it's like a child whose parents found something to keep from him...

"Not at all... You were in the pantry again, grabbing a hercherry jam, eating for three, right?

"Uuuuuuuu... guuuuu" sioux

"Chi, it's not!

"..." Kokuri.

"Eh..."

After Strella inquired, usually, that Porch 3, who was supposed to be confused, somehow began to shake his neck vertically, with the two remaining unintentionally looking at each other...

"... no questions asked!

Dogowo!!

Dogowo!!

Dogowo!!

And Strella's Iron Fist burst into the heads of three...

... but by the way, her fist can be made of a hardened, fortified orihalcon, enchanted by Lucia up to the full limit...

"~ ~ Ew!

Teary-eyed poaches, eating such real iron fists to the top of their heads and holding their heads with both hands.

Nevertheless, if you look at a fractured implant that causes a brain contusion, or where you haven't had a bump... apparently, Strella's gen trick wasn't as powerful as its appearance and sound.

... Well, we can't deny the possibility that the bones in their heads, former Cerberus, are unusually stiff...

(... that, I don't feel like jam, ketchup or meat sauce...)

I think so, Waltz, remembering that the biological reactions of the men who walked away from the conference room somehow disappeared in front of the Porches.

Either way, Strella had no way of knowing it, so Waltz kept the event out of his mouth, just in himself...