Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The figure of a swordsman who also looked as if he had been swallowed up by a black slime or something.

Seeing the appearance, the former angels were feeling something limp in their spine.

"Do you want to take all your time off?!?

If our own mission to destroy the airship's core stays this way, we make the subject current, and we fail...

Think of yourself dying first or mission completion first... Collins seems to have guessed that the former is likely.

Meanwhile, the leader didn't give up, apparently.

He put his hand in the cape again...

"... you seem to have no choice but to use this last demonic prop I kept for self-determination"

He took out only one remaining black and round magic item and said so.

In order to succeed in the operation, the only option left to yourself is a throwaway suicide bombing attack...

He seemed determined to think so and go ahead and scatter his own life.

"I don't have a choice... Actually, I'll take one off."

With that said, Collins gets his hands on his nose and takes out his magic props.

Apparently, he was planting a bomb in his chest, like a amulet...

"... hey, Collins. You, how long have you been putting that in your chest?

"Uh... sure, it was like the day it was paid..."

He was a leader who had heard stories about him hiding things from himself, but until he literally had a bomb in his chest that he didn't know when it would explode, he couldn't seem to imagine.

"Nah. Now, don't worry about the details, leader. Let me show you our intentions one last time!

"... well, fine"

... Impossible, but if I could survive this one... the leader was determined to put Collins on a military law conference or something...

"Well... the question is how do we bypass that slime guy to get to the airship core, or..."

"Right... Out of that, again, when a swordsman came out like a monster earlier... it was probably our end. We'll get ahead of him before he finishes his transformation!

"Copy that!"

Say that... again, two people trying to scatter.

It seemed to them that the swordsman buried in the Millimachine of Energia looked as if, in the gaga tale, a demon king's transformation (the second stage), hunted down by the brave.

Therefore, the two of them were trying to put Keri on before the transformation was over... but that seemed to come to pass.

Because...

"Come on, you idiots! Stop by and get together. What, you're a terrorist in Energia!

"Ah... Dear Strella..."

It was coming after a swordsman who was being physically fortified by a millimachine of energy, because Strella, the princess of this country, had finally arrived in this room.

"Uh, I got something out of you... This isn't going to be an accident, is it?

"Uh, no... Um..."

"... Dear Strella"

To Strella, who suddenly appeared, Collins seemed to have accidentally eaten, but the leader's readiness to die never seemed to shake, and he mouthed his heart as he wrinkled between his brows.

"... could you please decide that you didn't see anything and pull yourself back? We... we can't forgive the demon god and this ship for ruining our country. I can't thank Lord Strella for the safe rebuilding of this country, which was going to be in the worst of circumstances, but only this thorn in my heart... can we pull it out unless we drop this ship that made the former king a deceased. Please, how long..."

That's what I said, head down leader.

Having heard his appeal like that, Strella puts her hands on her hips and exhales...

"Huh... Then can we decide that you're going to flip an anti-flag on us?

And all the final pronouncements, that is what he returned.

But the answers of the leaders whose hearts are set do not change now...

"... I don't mind if you perceive it that way"

When I put the tortuous upper body back together, I said so with a harsh look on my face, without taking any eyes off the strella.

Then...

"Yes. Well, that's fine..."

And, suddenly it doesn't matter how much better, Strella kicks the leader's words.

... the next moment,

Dogowong!!

A sonic boom called attacked the leader's body.

... No.

I didn't exactly attack him, just before it hit his body, and he seems to have scratched it off.

I don't know why that happened.

"... if you can beat me, you can like this airship, okay?

In the first place, it was a sonic boom generated by the ultra-fast movement of the strella, so if she stopped suddenly, and therefore the flow of air around her would also stop because ho (...) bo (...), could you tell?

And the point where Strella moved, in such a position that she could reach the leader... she opened her mouth again as she grabbed the leader's neck up in front of her with that thin arm of her own.

"As far as I'm concerned, you don't want to lose competent talent here... Well, maybe for you, 'here' feels like anger at the time you used the word, huh?/(adv, adv-to) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

"Gu...!

"I mean, there were actually two things I didn't say... me, sister Waltz's sister... In other words, do you mean the sister of the demon god?

Two stunned ex-angels to such a strella cumming out.

It seemed to them that the Strellas now knew that they might have looked like pathetic victims or something, brought by the demonic god Waltz... but they were not, in fact, but rather part of the culprits of the commotion, and could not hide their surprises.

"So, this is the second time, you killed the former king, not us, right?

"I mean, on second thought, you know what I mean? If you killed him using this airship, maybe the impact of the attack wouldn't have made him a meat chunk and fastened the prototype, but when he was buried in the country, he had a proper shape, right? Nothing, Clay models, wax dolls, that's not what happened, it was the remains of a real former king... Hmm, or what? My sister killed him directly, not the airship? But you don't have that. I don't think our troublemaker sister would leave the body in such a way as to purposefully fasten the prototype..."

Ex-angels who listen to Strella and shut up.

The cause of the death of the former king was an assassination by someone... but he seems to have figured out whether a demon god or demon king class bucket could deliberately and politely use a blade to stab the former king... etc.

As for how their resolve has shaken so much as a result... well, it goes without saying.

"... but you have no choice. If you really want to flip the anti-flag, you have to think about the people of this country and get rid of them..."

To that word of Strella...

"... come on!

a leader who looks repentant while being grabbed by the neck;

"... no..."

Collins in how we regret our actions so far.

Apparently, they've both been completely detoxified.

To them like that, Strella says these words.

"But... yeah. I don't think there's anything more foolish than killing the patriots like you without darkness. So... instead of forgetting about this one, why don't you take on a little special mission under me?

That's what I said, then let go of the hand that was holding the leader's neck and open up Strella.

At the same time, we instantly recover the explosives that the two of us had in our hands...

Dosh...

And I grabbed every explosion of the demon prop, and I erased it...

Two of them solidify with their mouths open before that appearance.

But Strella went on to say the words without worrying about their expression.

"Isn't that hard? It's very simple. Especially for you..."

"... easy for us...?

"... No way, I hear rumors, organ trafficking..."

"No, I'm not! He wants me to help the other ex-angels tell the truth!

That said, a deeply sighing strella.

"So, you do it? You're not gonna do it? Or die here?

As she inquired as she wiped the black charcoal on her hand with a handkerchief because of the explosion of the magic prop...

"... okay. Let me do it."

The leader gave it back to Strella with a mysterious face...

Meanwhile...

"I'm... can I be a little far-fetched?

Collins lagging behind as he blues his face.

You know, about him...

"... Collins, I need to talk to you for a second. You don't have the right to veto, by the way, do you?

There was never a leader to let go...

... and no one loses (?) About two nasty people show up on this occasion that was about to end up in.

"Oh no. There are two cockroaches here... no, it looks like you have three ~"

By finding someone to inhibit your vacation, you're in a good mood (?) Cortex looking and...

"Earlier, a garbage worm came in, so I snapped my neck and kept it inside an experimental cylinder... I don't need it, so should I give it back?

It was a tempo with two cylinders containing suspicious green liquids and a replacement with the necks of John and Joseph, former angels...

Apparently, Strella's plan seems to have to go ahead somehow with these two...

Furthermore,

"Hey... Catalina, sis! Mr. Victor, I'm not breathing!

The energy that had enveloped the swordsman for a long time began to scream for help...

Before those girls...

"... it's a pain in the ass, so let's drop this ship, after all"

Strella snapped like that... though it didn't seem like a joke...