Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"... so why am I such a mess?!

An Atlas sandbag that talks with...

No, rather, should I say Atlas put in a bag?

Following the back of his sister and boss, Cortex, into the room where the door was broken... and as a result of being caught by Strella, to this day... is such a development.

"Mm-hmm, that's a good bag. Where should I hang ~?

"No, wait..."

sloppy...

And Atlas being dragged by the Cortex...

Unfortunately, his fate seems to be in an exhausting stream here...

"In the meantime, the trouble is, you've cleared one..."

and Strella whining toward the back of her sisters after she disappeared.

Then she grinned at the tempo, which still seemed grumpy on the spot... not to anyone, but to the ceiling, and raised her voice like this.

"... you've been watching it from the beginning, haven't you? Come out now!

... at that moment, before the Strellas,

"... it's a pain in the ass..." Bun.

With that in his mouth, a holographic waltz appeared suddenly.

Apparently, she watched everything that was going on in this room, as Strella put it, from the beginning with transparency...

Against her like that, Strella deliberately exhaled a loud sigh before opening her mouth.

"It's all, what's wrong with an unspoken sister? Take some responsibility!

"... yeah... I'm aware of that. But the hell, you don't know how to take responsibility..."

Waltz said so before turning a troublesome glance at the former angels, who looked frightened towards themselves.

Well, that was, whether or not I could just clean it up with the word... if I knew I could turn that gaze against myself, and if anyone bothered to show up... that's probably an extreme sadist or something.

On top of that, Waltz wasn't better at people than he was at ex, so he must have been in a more, more wheeled, invisible state...

To her like that, Strella said these words after sighing with her nose when she gave her a frightened look.

"What, are you telling me? Isn't that easy?

"To?"

Waltz listens to that word and returns a voice like he was taken aback.

... but Strella's words didn't seem to be an easy story at all for Waltz.

"If you could convince me from Sister Tempo to take the cylinders with the soldiers' necks and go back to where they belong, for now, I'd say," Hooray for them, huh?

"... what's that, more annoying..."

Think about how easy it is to explain the truth to the ex-angels or to cope with a tempo that is faceless and angry... the waltz of how we came to the conclusion that the former is easier as a result.

Shortly afterwards, the tempo I was listening to her whine... somehow she looked happy, and when I honestly gave her two cylinders to Strella, she opened its mouth.

"Really? Now is the time, then, for me to execute my sentence. Your sister? Now, please relinquish control of the manoeuvre armor and give it to me. That way, it's a judicial transaction, and I would never do anything wrong."

"You take your body away from me, and you don't do anything wrong... there's nothing worse for me. I mean, what are you going to use manoeuvre armor for?

"Huh? Sure, I told you before... you use it to kill all the ugly men like the owners of the liquor stores in this world, right? Is there a problem?

You're suddenly bloody unfolding... waltz to narrow your eyes and so on.

Apparently, she's going to be the feather of listening for a long time to come to stories about the masculinity that tempo acknowledges...

That's how Waltz, as usual, chats with Tempo (?) When I'm...

"... Energia? Did you call?

Now Catalina, wrapped in pure white, came to the turbine room.

Then the energy that was returning to the girl's appearance sees Catalina and hurries up and raises her voice.

"Bi, Mr. Victor isn't breathing!

"... what's the cause?

"Because I blocked my mouth..."

"... you can't, can you? Energy. People are brittle things. Treat me gently. Especially if it's someone you love, right?

"Yeah. Sorry."

That said, against Catalina, the energy to bow your head.

Then Catalina...

"... Isn't it different where you keep your head down?

To advise him to do so briefly, he began exercising powerful healing magic against swordsmen who were turning bright blue with thianose out.

'... I'm sorry. Mr. Victor.'

Then Energia grabbed that hand gently when he lay his hand over the hand of a swordsman with a large scratch that seemed twice as likely as his own...

Look at that...

"... what the hell is this place..."

"... I don't know what's going on anymore..."

Two former angels looking like they peaked in a state of confusion.

With them like that, Strella watching the energies, waving deliberately towards her own face as she looked hot... walked up to Chris, an ex-angel who was rolling a little further from the place, dragging that bloody body in the right shape... and rolling this again appropriately near Catalina, who was treating the swordsman...

And open your mouth against Catalina.

"... Master Catalina? If it's not too much trouble, why don't you put this guy and... and these two bodies back together?

That said, a strella that also places two cylinders with a raw neck on the side of Catalina.

Catalina then, turning a jito eye against the cylinder, returned the word, largely, while continuing to treat the swordsman.

"... honestly, I don't like it. I wouldn't do anything to make it look like a killer, but putting it back on its original body just like that... doesn't really bother you."

ourselves, and powerless (?) Because I remember them trying to do harm to Cheval, or the words Catalina uttered seemed to be (...) hard on Strella's thought (...)

... so Strella returned these words.

"That's right... So, as a consideration, how about providing a sample of mushrooms and other sticky fungi, or bacterial-sized demons, that can only be taken in this country? Like this..."

With that said, from my own pochette, I went into a transparent container... a strella that takes out glowing mushrooms.

Catalina glanced at it, as soon as she confirmed that the swordsman's breath had returned,

"... you have no choice," chuckles.

... he immediately began to treat an ex-angel, who was called Chris, who was severely ill and breathed constantly...

Apparently, Catalina had no eyes for glowing mushrooms... or viscous fungus.

Soon after this minute, will her self-regenerating white coat, beyond pure white, glow divinely...

"Thank you. Dear Catalina,"

That's what I said, Strella, who softly passes the container to Catalina.

As a result, Catalina receives the container... and when she puts it inside her white coat, she narrows her eyes for just a moment and starts saying this.

"But... I made it my original body like this, and you can't fit a belly bug... So can I make a little human modification?

Coming here from Catalina, you didn't think the word 'human remodeling' would pop up, leader and Collins of how you suspect your own ears.

In their heads... the sad look on the part of their peers, who had become as if they were a chimera, seemed to be emerging...

Such an imagination of them and Strella, who, although imagining roughly the same, had not shown a great deal of reaction, makes such a joke with a nickel and a grin.

"Yeah, that's okay, right? But please don't make modifications that might interfere with your daily life, okay? Tentacle people, for example..."

"Oh... you had that hand too... Next time, I'm going to try it. But this time, experimentally, I'm going to make a different modification. That's a lot of research on Leah is also going on, and combined with the results, right..."

"... what are you going to do?

"It's... after the treatment, I look forward to it."

And Catalina returned a wink against Strella, shaking her long lashes (lashes), without speaking much...