Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

And when the current soldiers of the former angels are equipped to do something about the enormous energy and return to the rooftops of the royal castle when the sky is shiny...

A girl who gave birth to two pairs of short horns from her forehead, in front of the entrance and exit of the airship, toward the bright red, shining metal she put on the gold floor...

Kang! Kang! Kang!... Gaga, Gaga!!

And he was waving his hammer down in a heartbreak...

"What is he..."

No escape, no hiding, from one of the entrances to and exits from some rooftops, the former angels looking at it.

They were the only ones who had a surprising gaze at Silanui, who continued to train in a literally ghostly shape... but apparently they weren't the only ones.

Early morning training, or the soldiers who came out on the morning watch, seemed to be turning their eyes to her in faraway windings, like watching strange things...

"What do you want to do?

"I don't care what you do..."

"It will be difficult to force a boulder to eliminate it because it is out of the way, in front of a large crowd"

"... right. There's still plenty of time. When he's gone... let's anticipate breakfast time and decide what to do."

Copy that!

After such an exchange... like soldiers on patrol, the former angels decided to check periodically near the rooftops of the Royal Castle.

In the meantime, the demon waltz seemed to have returned, or some of her companions were coming and going with the ship to the royal castle... but at breakfast time, it seemed to hit the reading of the former angel as leader that everyone would disembark, and the girls who were in and out had traveled to the dining room at the border for a certain time and at the same time.

And when the time came... the leader's former angel uttered a word of confirmation toward his men.

"This may be the last time you'll be worshipping the sky properly... but still? You guys can stay here, right?

"What are you talking about! I've come all this way to blow a bubble at that hateful demon or this white thing! Instead, shouldn't the leader be the one to stay here?

"... right"

"I agree."

"... leader? We've made up our minds. And then you say," Let's go! 'Speaking of, we'll just walk behind it... no, we'll just gladly walk to the side.... Decree (...). "

"... ha..."

Worst of all, the leader who thought he should be the only one to sacrifice (...) sighed heavily, feeling that the idea itself was sweet.

And he told his men, with a bitter smile, in the manner of his expression, as if to turn his foot to the training ground where he was going.

"... you made me wait. Shall I pass away?"

Copy that!

A salute specific to the old Merclio Empire... and soldiers advancing their feet into the dim energy with their mouths wide open.

Such a figure of them should undoubtedly have been seen by the other soldiers... but no one tried to stop them, but rather dropped off a salute... because the cloak they had wrapped from the top of their armor depicted a nostalgic native flag...

Dogowong!

... and there was an explosion inside the energy.

The first explosion was an explosion to destroy an unopened door blocking a passage that seemed to lead to the rear of the hull.

That blow... not only seemed to involve a large door, but also a kitchen that was nearby and a room that was filled with cookies like mountains in a cold box.

At the end of the hallway a little further away, the five soldiers who were hiding and watching the...

"That was a much bigger explosion than I assumed..."

"Better than smaller, isn't it?

"Next, adjust the amount of demon props to keep the bomb warm."

Looks like we were having such a conversation.

As a result, against the next bulkhead I saw, the soldiers...

Don!

and seems to have used a much smaller amount of explosives (grapevine) than last time.

Apparently, the new magic props purchased from neighboring Eccleria, for their size, were high-performance explosives that exploded with a great deal of power... and even though they reduced the amount of magic props to less than half, in addition to the thick bulkhead, they also blew up a room that was written on the door saying something 'communication room' and so on that was near it.

"I can go...! You're going to crash this ship!

"Ah... Now we're finally going to have a decent souvenir for the people we scattered earlier."

"No, not yet! It's too early to be relieved. It's only ever since I crashed this ship that I'm relieved."

Soldiers go on through the rubble, still mouthing their thoughts about explosives that were more powerful than they could have imagined.

That's where they were headed... in a room that would have this ship's mainframe (core).

If we follow the weak but leaking magic from the ship, we can reach a room where the (...) airship of the world (...) should have an essential core...

They thought so and seemed to keep walking straight through the airships owned by the demons like their own castles, marked by leaking magic.

Then shortly afterwards, the soldiers reached the front of the room where the most magic on board was leaking.

So before they step inside the room, once they stop...

"Looks like there's another source of magic ahead of us.... just in case, let's split the group in two here. One is a squad entering this room. And the other is a squad that will continue to explore the ship like this, two on three."

Shortly before opening the door of the room, the leader opened his mouth quite so.

"... I thought I'd be left alone."

"What is it, John? You, in fact, liked to play unattended?

and for the first two people who spoke,

"Then John and Joseph tag together"

their names, which were always good friends, the leader spoke of again as usual

... but only this time, that meant a little different...

"... seriously"

"Until the end, it's really tight with seniors and stuff... The other side had a good beauty..."

With that said, the two of them start checking the magic props in their hands.

Apparently, unlike the word, they have no intention of disputing the candidacy of the leader.

"... I'll see you later"

"Master."

"It was a short time, but it was fun, both of us... Ugh..."

"Ugh! I don't need a joke this time of year, so just go! Collins!"

"That's right. Isn't the air ruined? I don't mind acting like that, so go quickly."

And, to the end, five people who interact with each other because they care about friendship.

And then we all went back to salute each other, and... okay, we broke up with each other.

"... you're gone"

"I'll see you soon, don't you have to let me down?"

"You're stronger than you look..."

Two people start preparing to enter the room as they drop off just their gaze at the rear of the fellows who were walking at the end of the hallway.

I don't know why they've started to be so vigilant now that they've been going all the way through the ship without any particular vigilance until now.

"This feels... there's someone there"

And as the young man called John, whom he had spoken, had said, for he had felt the signs of man for the first time on the ship where no one had been so far.

The leader splitting the squad in two also seemed to be a measure to keep the party from being wiped out, knowing that there were people in the room from the start, thinking about the worst.

... In short, the two of them were made abandoned pawns.

That said, it wasn't just a throwaway pawn, either.

A great deal of magic was emanating from the surroundings of this room.

If that's the core of this ship... there was no way to ignore it because it was the original purpose of the former angels who came this far to destroy it with their hand props and crash this ship, which is still floating in space.

... In short, someone had to make sure that there was no core or equivalent of this ship in the room, even if they were in danger that demon-king buckets might emerge.

"May it be a hit..."

"Hey, Senior Joseph. Please don't do this when the seniors pray..."

"Huh? When did you get such a terrible look?

"... almost every day, as much as I don't remember..."

With that said, not a bulbous demon prop that explodes... but another demon prop that is cylindrical that I purchased at the same time when I bought it from an Eclerian merchant (?) out of the storage bin in the magic cloak, John carefully to avoid shock.

Then he lifted a scarf-like mask up to his mouth that was wrapped around his neck, the magic prop he had in his hand (?) and approached the door separating the hallway from the room in order to pull the safety pin out and throw the sole that generates the special gas into the room after a certain amount of time.

And as he tried to open that door, he tried to touch a handle that was slightly concave... at that moment,

Gashon!

and the door of the room that makes a noise and opens momentously and at will, just like any other door.

In previous explorations on board, John should have been used to automatic doors, but because he was extremely nervous, or surprised by the sound of...

"Uh-huh?!

Karan...

I accidentally dropped that... sleep grenade in my hand at my feet.

But...

"(... you idiot!

Joseph, who was next door, gets nothing by kicking that can into the room.

If we'd been a little behind, sleeping gas would have sprayed in front of us and nearly destroyed ourselves... but apparently this combination is used to the two of us burying each other's mistakes.

... and a few seconds after that,

Gashu...

and white gas leaking out of the room...

Thus, the room opened by John and Joseph... the infirmary was to be filled with sleep gas.