Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The royal castle of the provisional kingdom of Merclio, where vigilance was drawn because of the explosion.

On the soft bed in that guest room, Waltz gently lowered the fellows he had brought so far under gravitational control to sleep so as not to wake them up.

However, as for planar-filled efficiently sleeping on one bed because I couldn't get all the beds in the room, trying to (ah) fill each of my less tall buddies one at a time... well, can I say I had no choice...

... except that even if he was low in height, only Cortex, who was making skeletons all over his body out of special alloys, seemed to put only one person to sleep in another bed because the moment he hit the turnaround, he could have crushed the rest of his people like a road roller...

Other than Atlas, the homunculus, Waltz worried about what to do with the swordsman, the only man... but even as he slept, he couldn't do anything about the energy that stuck to him and couldn't leave him as if fixed with glue, so he had no choice but to put him to sleep in the same room.

If you isolated them into another room... and let them go, you woke up with your eyes. It was very likely that the energy would strike the swordsman, so I would say this is another necessary measure.

... Well, I woke up before him. I can't deny to my people that I could end up being wiped out...

"So, what's an operation?

Even if something unforeseen happens to the swordsman, Waltz asks Strella about his upcoming actions, applying a strict blindfold to his eyes so that only life can be saved somehow.

Strella then returned the words as she pushed and thrust the heads of the poachers, all three of them cheeky, with their hands to annoy them.

"... as a drug detection dog, I was thinking about using the Poaches?

"... what? Could it be that the ex-angels are even doing dangerous kusuri?

After I said that to half the jokes... I felt the possibility was undeniable, waltz frowning.

When they were angels, their character had changed dramatically, as if they had been possessed by something.

Guess from Sylvia's testimony that she used to be an angel, in fact, she seemed to do something like possession... but Waltz didn't even seem to see how they looked like drug addicts looking at hallucinations like that.

When she was thinking about it, she also seemed to have figured out to Strella, who was basically making the same head as Waltz, to take it in her hands to see what her sister was thinking, and she sighed exaggerated before starting to say more stories about the operation.

"I don't even want to predict what my sister is thinking, but... in short, we're going to use the Porches to follow the smells of the former angels. She's a dog, so she can do it, right?

And, as I say, Strella turns her gaze to the chest poachers.

Then all three of them opened their mouths with joy, shaking their tails all together.

"but I'll try my best... gu"

"Oh, my God!

"..." Boo.

Apparently, the Porches are all motivated (?) Looks like.

Look at them like that...

(... what shall I do? Maybe it's better to say here that the Porches may have attacked about the ex-angels...)

And waltz holding my head inside...

Seeing the biological reactions of the fleeing ex-angels suddenly disappeared in front of the Porches, and some sort of meat sauce sticking around their mouths... Waltz had a general idea of what the hell was going on without looking directly at it.

If, as she expected... I'd say it's impossible to go after smells.

No way, let the Poaches spit out what they can eat... because if they don't mosaic, they're in a situation where they could be sued by some ethics committee for something unspoken so (...) against Les (...), you can't even interrogate them...

(Still... you haven't changed the volume of your body at all, have you? I wonder what kind of body you're making...)

The same goes for Fei Long, who ate large quantities of Minotaurs, but it seems that those who are not originally human, when they drink mana and transform into humans, the unknown forces beyond the laws of physics work...

In particular, the very existence of magic fundamentally disregards the laws of physics (?) So now, maybe it's not a big problem...

"... what's wrong, sister?

"... yeah. Nothing..."

Although Strella noticed something was wrong with Waltz asking her about the situation... Waltz eventually decided to rake Yi (Hagu) without saying anything about the Porches...

Such folds, on Syranui and Fei Long, who put him to bed, Atlas, who was wearing a duvet, opens his mouth all the while the unconscious girlfriends grab him by the hem of his t-shirt.

"But what about the smell of the first killer to let the Poaches sniff? No way, you don't know what kind of smell it is, but even if I tell you to look, you can't do it to a boulder, can you? I mean, help me..."

"Right... after all, you need a sample..."

While deliberately listening to Atlas' help... Strella in a red casual dress thinking in arms.

... Then the poachers, who were listening to such a husband's whine, raised their voices, moving their ears picky.

"Let me... Gu Gu..."

He said, "Did you say that?

"..." Cochri.

I don't know what reasoning came out of confidence... but the Porches seem to have the certainty that they can go after the smells of the former angels...

"Oh, yeah... So... should I ask for it? Not at all, when did you smell it..."

Strella seems to be tilting her head, thinking about where the hell the Porches came into contact with the angels...

(... after all, maybe I should say... maybe I shouldn't say that...)

Waltz keeps worrying about whether to say it or not yet against the neck tilting strella.

And then she said,

(... that? Looking for... I ate it, where the hell are you looking for it?

And thinking...

"Over here... gu..."

"Ah! That's because it's a trick!

"..." totetote

Three people started walking to the outside of the room almost simultaneously...

"Here! I'm not going on my own!

With that said, Strella chasing the Poaches.

Behind them like that, Waltz tries to chase them too... but when she stops just before she gets out of the room, she looks back, basically...

"... so, Atlas? Keep an eye on the energy running out here, all right?

I threw those words at my brother.

Instead of having Atlas stay and watch out for the former angels who might strike their people again... they decided to ask for two surveillance so that the swordsman would not be attacked by energy.

But...

"What... seriously?

For some reason, Atlas looks unacceptable.

However, there seems to be a historical (neat) reason, rather than a proper reason, 'cumbersome...' as in Waltz...

"Yeah, seriously. When the Cortexes wake up, pervert! Or so they say, you think you're gonna get bogged down, don't you? Out of the way."

"... you know exactly what I mean."

"... well, I'm coming."

"Hey..."

Gacha...

And in the end, Waltz leaves the room chasing after the Strellas who left first, leaving everything fine to Atlas.

... thus Atlas was to spend the night in a room where all the girls fall asleep, feeling a fear that they didn't know when they would be socially wiped out...