Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"But come on... I didn't think Master Waltz would bring a little arrogant wingman like your brother"

"Sylvia... Ome, if you have something to say, let me get this straight.

'Huh? I mean, Waltz, you didn't think your sister would bring someone like (...) J (...) N (...), did you?

Say what you want to say, and for what I said, a blaze that silences you without saying anything back in response to an undressed word on your teeth that flew out of energy...

Apparently, he, backed by his looks and actions, has a delicate mind...

'Hmm? What's going on? Uncle Blaze?'

"... anything... nothing..." Guru.

Because I didn't mean to hurt you and I didn't say so, or the energy of inadvertently tilting your neck against a blaze that suddenly changed your attitude.

Even Sylvia, with a little natural in it, seems to be struggling to understand why the blades are in tears...

As the two women turned to each other and twisted each other's necks, it seemed that the call between the swordsman and the brave man was over at that time, and the swordsman greeted the official in charge of communications before returning to the three.

"... you kept me waiting"

At that moment,

"Victor!

Dogowo!!

energy to head dive into the swordsman's chest without hesitation.

If you're a swordsman until the other day, you're sure to get about 24 ribs fucked first, and don't rest all day. It's supposed to be a situation...

"Whoa, you're in danger of suddenly hugging me? Energy" Pough

He took without difficulty the energy that had been shaped by a collection of metallic millimachines, as if to stop holding a light girl.

Look at that...

and Sylvia, holding her mouth down, gave her a startled look.

Knowing the numerous disasters that had hitherto befallen the swordsman, as an intelligence official, she seemed to have inadvertently doubted her eyes at that sight, which was unlikely to be normal.

What if Energia, as usual, had stumbled on the swordsman and caused him great injuries... perhaps Sylvia would not have been so surprised...

Meanwhile, the newcomer Blaze apparently didn't know where in the sight there was a surprising element, tilting his neck, he asked his sister, Sylvia.

"... Hey Sylvia. You, why are you giving me that look like you saw an impossible monster?

Sylvia, who received such a brother's words, opened her mouth to the energy she was happily holding to the swordsman... and to the swordsman who was still trying to subtly pull away about her, turning her expression to last minute and a tender gaze.

"Brother... There are walls of love in the world that are much thicker than walls of race, politics, and blood? You know what?"

"I don't know!

"Huh... This is why your brother can't have her..."

My sister would have been such a pain in the ass... a blaze pointing her jitty eyes against Sylvia...

Then my sister's words continued.

"I'm just trying to hold hands, and I'm about to crush their hands... Just trying to hug me, I'm about to pull my body apart... Your brother knows what sorrow you like but can't touch it?

"Well, you're just trying to kill..."

"Huh... You can't do that at our party anymore, can you? Brother."

To my sister's words... but this time, I don't think it's a pain in the ass or anything, but a blaze of thought.

You said you had just joined a new party, but you couldn't have been thwarted just the third day you joined... or because the words your sister told you were stuck in your way...

... In any case, he seems to have thought to himself whether he could still like his sister, even though he is at risk of listening to that word and destroying himself and his opponent.

As a result, he gets to one answer...

"... well. If you think about it, it's not weird."

"What?"

"I mean, it's me, right? Doesn't matter if it's dangerous or not, you mean you like them and you can't wait to see them, right? That's the same thing that happens to me, you know that?

"What...? Oh, brother, could someone have liked it?!

My brother was clear, history without her = (equals) age, even though I thought it was, and the fact that an out-of-the-box word flew out of my brother's own mouth made my sister, Sylvia, seem to have accidentally doubted her ears.

Then as she began to wonder if her perception of her brother was the reason she was imprisoned by strange prejudice, Blaise uttered these words in response to her sister's inquiry with a confident look on her face.

"Oh. I'm not human, but I love machines!

"... um..."

With a frightened look on his face, he tries to say, 'Oh, yeah'... but Sylvia swallows that word.

To her, that word of her brother only sounded like perverted bullshit... but it seemed that Sylvia could not clean up about her brother without a word of 'pervert', considering the energy she had cheeked like an electric thunder (yasri) to the arm of a swordsman who was turning bright red in front of her eyes and that Waltz, the leader of the party, was a machine (demon god).

If you've denied his taste, it's the energy of liking a swordsman or loyalty to Waltz (?) I swear. It leads me to deny myself at the same time... I guess that's what I thought.

"Oh well... Your brother's worried about a lot of things too..."

I feel like my brother's words were deeper than I thought, Sylvia leaning down with her eyes narrowed.

Look at her attitude like that,

"Hmm? I thought I was going to be treated like a pervert... but while I haven't seen it for a while, you, my heart was getting much wider... Brother, did you review it?

Blaze said that with satisfaction, as if he had found company... with such a happy look on his face.

"Yeah... there was a lot going on. I love machines, too."

"Right or right. Sylvia likes machines too!

"Yeah!"

Winged brothers and sisters laughing at each other for saying that...

Against those two,

"(Absolutely, it would mean something different... and it hurts!

And while the swordsman had some unspoken look on his face, he seemed worried about how to get his own arm, which was rubbing off and blood seeping out, out of the restraint of energy... but it's actually unclear what the swordsman himself, who is usually flirting with her, thinks about energy, since so far he himself has done something to stand up and put it in his mouth...