Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

When Chris, who was unconscious, woke up... it was inside his room, which he was used to seeing.

"Uh-huh... it's a neat, good mood morning..."

A comfortable futon to the touch and a pillow that retained its own warmth...

Chris wakes up as usual, even though his hair is pulled back by that feeling.

"(Ugh... Snug today, I feel like my body is getting cold for a long time... Plus, I don't know, my throat seems to be feeling right. Is he the one who started the cold?

He felt somewhat uncomfortable with his body, thinking about that in his head, and tried to ascertain what caused it...

However,

... he realizes.

"Do it! Overslept?!

The light of the sun that was coming in through the window, at a dull angle for a long time, was oddly dazzling...

"Whoa?! The leader will kill you!

As he jumped out of bed as he was, he tried to open the closet door, wondering if he'd lost weight lately, because his body was somewhat light, etc.

And he, with his hands on the door, solidifies again.

"... hmm? Wait, when did I sleep yesterday?

Chris desperately tries to remember his own bedtime landscape that I can hardly remember.

As soon as... a dull pain struck his head, along with it, bedtime (?) The memory just before I do comes to mind.

"... Huh!...?

Get into the demon god's airship with your leader... and you should have been blown away by a mysterious swordsman with evil signs, and your body stopped moving...

Yet, if you're not bleeding, you're not left with pain in your body...

What is more, he slept as usual in his room somehow, not in a flying boat that should have lost consciousness.

For him, it can be said that events are precisely beyond the realm of understanding.

... as a result,

"... oh well. I'm dead."

Chris seems to have come to the impression that this world that he is in is a post-mortem world.

"Nah. Reasonable, I thought your body was light... Anyway, I wish this room or something would have been a bigger, more luxurious room, not a small one as it was, but on a boulder. That's too much of my imagination to... Mmm-hmm?!

... and he realizes.

"Something, if you think you're going to suck, something important is gone, isn't it?! Is this because he's dead too?!

... yes.

That precious' something 'that would have otherwise fit between his crotches was neglecting to disappear...

If I were to analogize... as if my gender had changed...

"... as a man, I may no longer be..."

At the same time as his life, he lost his dignity as a man, he thought... that at this moment he might have come to hell.

... but he was depressed... no, her recovery was as quick as I thought.

"... yeah, okay! The world after death is like the world of dreams, Collins said, so if you get tired of a woman's body, do something about it, and you can grow OOO again!

Chris gives a bright look, recalling advice from his most untrustworthy comrades.

Then she wears it with joy when she takes out the clothes of a woman's object that she had bought for a hobby no one could tell, which was in the deepest part of the closet... and lightly makeup with funny and lipstick that she took out of nowhere on her own face, where the lines had been thinning for a long time...

"Come on! Let's go... not, let's go!

When I opened the little door that separated my room from the outside world, as I was told, I stepped out of my temper and its feet towards the post-mortem world, where a flower garden or something would be spreading...

And 10 minutes later.

"... how did this happen?

"I don't even know..."

"... hell..."

... There was a discourse room (bar) in the Royal Castle barracks with three shadowy women who had seen them somewhere, side by side, depressed with a dark look...

Such are they... what the hell happened to Chris, John, Joseph... well, can you imagine, to some extent, without going into details?

... by the way.

The three women, who were dented there, former men and former angels, had nothing, from the beginning, a dark face.

When we started out here with each other and looked at each other, even in our lifetime (?) As they were, they laughed at each other amicably.

There was... a reason why their mood was so beaten to the bottom that they entered the ground.

"Buhaha!!

... is Collins.

He (...) knew everything about how it had been so far... but he never seemed to think that all (...) members (...) would come dressed as women from the beginning, and his breath continued to burst into laughter because of his uncomfortable coming into this room.

If he explains to those who know nothing that he is about to die from eating laughing mushrooms... perhaps no one will doubt it...

Look at that...

"... didn't we die?

and leaking Chris.

Then, just like him, John, a child face who had assumed he had been decapitated and died, opened his mouth with a crying look on his face.

"Looks different... I don't care what Senior Collins looks like, he stays that way... and it's hard to believe that all the other soldiers (Nakama) who were wrong when we got here died together..."

Joseph, who was listening to words like those of a close junior crying...

"Well... this is the reward of selling a fight to a demon god..."

The bottom of my heart, he looked regrettable, and he was squeaking like that...

Apparently, everyone was thinking the same thing as Joseph... but that's why extra, unlike our feminized selves, the way Collins laughed off as usual was reflected in the blindness.

... as a result,

"... hey, somebody bring my Battleax! Son of a bitch, I'll kill you!

Not only was she blind, but the laughter of Collins, the embankment by the name of patience that was in Chris' heart, apparently easily decimated, and she tried to take it with her eyes on the decorative spear that hung on the wall of the bickering room, in order to stop Collins' breath root...

That is the time.

Gacha...

"... is everyone awake..."

The leader who binds them came to this room.

Then, behind the leader...

"... what? Could it be that our royal castle soldiers are actually the only perverts?

... somehow there seemed to be a figure of Strella, the princess of this country.

Look at those two.

"Leader! Lend me your weapon! This guy, what the hell, I won't forgive you!

"No more... I can't go to my son-in-law... gu..."

"... I can't, John. Give up. We can only go to your daughter-in-law now..."

and sue verbally (?) Friends...

Then, the leader, when he put his arms together and meditated on his eyes... uttered a magical word that instantly silenced Collins, whose laughter was loud.

"... Hey, Collins. When this is over, you, uh, a military law conference?

"Buhaha... Ha!?

"You've got a bomb hidden in your chest, you've got something to hide from me... you've been exposing a lot of things, haven't you? Later, including what you're still hiding, I'll have you washed up and gelled, okay?

"Hih, hih?!

Collins' expression, which was bright red congested until just before it... turned bright blue as he looked at it... and then turned pale.

At that time, at the same time as him, Chris' complexion changed rapidly, too... because of what reason, after all...

"... well. Well, I'll tell you about the new mission, won't I?

Strella opens her mouth directly to the point where their expression becomes blue or not, but that doesn't matter.

Against her like that, the three feminized people didn't try to ask what happened to their bodies... because they had loyalty to the princess, or because they accepted the status quo as a reward for putting their hands on the demon god's airship... or...

... In any case, I can assure you that there is no substitute for their real battle about to open a new curtain.

"So, next time..."

And Strella began to speak, with a laugh worthy of age, of the future of this country and the contents of her mission to improve the treatment of King Canopus, who works day and night, towards the soldiers who come with a serious look towards themselves...