Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Even after the tempo himself affirmed that the 'boy', invisible to no one but the tempo, had nothing to do with this incident.

"Hey, hey, hey! My sushi, they took it again. Uh-huh!

"Lord Atlas. Huh! Also, my room is gone!! Touch me!!

"Something's still broken in my room today... and now I may have a box I don't know..."

and never show signs of calming, waltz micromachines fierce (?).

In the meantime.

Finally, this person's indulgence was broken.

"... whoa!

Dogowo!!

and blow up any documents that were on my desk in the chancellor's office to the joint, near the ceiling,

Gatan!

It is Cortex, who rose up in momentum while knocking down the chair.

"Ma ~ Shit, they destroyed my rapid-prototype demonic prop ~! Almost done, it was a great invention of the century ~...... I can't keep doing this anymore! Let's moon your sister and shut her down there!

Then Atlas, who had been forced to participate in her hobby of making magic props and had been given manpower (stinging) vices, reacts.

"... well, I guess three hours"

"What ~?

"Time to moon your sister and come back"

"... it would be ~"

Cortex said so, then sighed deeply, temporarily calmed down, and lowered his back to the chair again.

Then, pointing an unfortunate glance at something like a small 'door' characterized by shocking pink, which had a large bug-like hole in the surface, it seemed to have thrown it into the waste box shared with Teresa.

"It was really just a few moments away, and the 'transfer (magic) door anywhere' that mankind was eager to complete ~?

"But maybe the only people who know that crap are us in this world? I mean, we're not human beings, so we really hope to complete" Everywhere ○ A ". Humanity essentially exists n"

"Shirap! Knight stuff, lady's dream (?) I'm not saying anything to ruin it!

"Ha..."

And a big sigh of Atlas.

But behind his words like that, for the first time in this world (?) Looks like a human being was born who found out about that door.

"Mm-hmm? What? Well, what door sounds like a pompous thing that a special sexualist seems to be carrying when you just ask?

It was next to Cortex's desk, another desk, and it was Theresa who was working on something.

It seemed that Teresa had used it to assemble something because the parts she had put out for outsourcing to Wang Du's workshop arrived, but the strain seemed to be on her hips because she remained in the same position all the time, and she decided to join the conversation between the two of them, with a change of mood, exercising her hips.

In response to her enquiring while exercising like radio gymnastics, it was Cortex who was closest to her, looking exactly the same except for the number of clothes and tails.

"It's a dreamy magic prop that allows you to travel in an instant to a place you've thought about with your head ~?

"Hmm...... Oh, I see."

Mouth only such a short response, no particularly big response, turning hips and tails at the same time and relaxing muscles in the body, Theresa.

Cortex, on the other hand, didn't seem to be convinced of Theresa's reaction like that,

"Don't you need a concubine ~? What about those handy magic props?

I mouthed such a question so as to ascertain her opinion.

Or maybe Cortex thought his explanation wasn't conveyed properly.

But the answer returned from Teresa seemed different from what she expected.

"Well...... I might treasure it if I want to just go home when I go to some country on official business. Then... privately, I might not need it."

"What..."

"It's going to be a scratchy word for Cole's motivation. I don't know, but the concubine... is a fox who likes to travel. You know what I mean by hobbies like this, even when I'm assembling aircraft engines?

"... you did ~. I forgot that my concubine is a freak ~"

"Uhm. I can't deny it. So instead of hurrying, the concubine wants to enjoy the scenery and walk to her destination."

and Teresa responding to Cortex as she gazes at the sunny sky today.

Cortex asked another question, pointing a bitter smile at her like that.

"... by the way, what is the maximum speed of the plane being designed right now ~?

"Mm-hmm? But Mach 3?

"So good, you get the word that you want to walk slowly ~..."

"Oh, really? Concubine, when Waltz took me flying in the sky, I was told Mach 10, so I slowed down from there and entertained my goal to Mach 3... wasn't it enough yet?

"Um... well, good luck with that"

"Ugh, um..."

Didn't you understand the meaning of Cortex's subtle expression, Teresa tilting her neck.

However, Cortex, the person who taught aeronautical engineering, tells Teresa to work hard, so when she changes her expression, she seems to have returned to assembling the Magic Guide Engine again.

"Well ~... what shall I do ~?

"Hmm? Are you talking about sending your sister to the moon?

"That's fine, too, but first, before we do that, we're talking about what we're going to do with the micromachines ~? It's floating over my head, that black battleship moose doesn't always come down ~"

"Oh, you did. Recently, it's blended into the landscape, so I totally forgot... So, what are you gonna do with the micromachine... you're gonna have to complain to your sister?

When Atlas asks that,

"Hmmm......"

And roaring, Cortex starts thinking with his hands on his chin.

Apparently, the proposed micro-machine measures she's thinking of don't mean she'll say it again and again until my sister gets it moving.

Then some time later, Cortex began to say this whether he had come to a conclusion.

"... is inevitable given the national interest. Let's go with Plan B."

"What's Plan B..."

"I think you'll find out when it's tomorrow ~?

Take your seats without responding in detail to Atlas's inquiry…… and Cortex, next to the Speaker's office, turns to full-scale magic equipment development.

Everyone seemed blind to her brother Atlas about what she was trying to make, but apart from that he seemed to be concerned, and he kept asking his sister.

"... by the way, what's Plan A?

"Something like that, Ama ~... right ~. Is it that Atlas walks around the city with dust and dust? Of course, carry me on your back ~, right?

"Yeah. You didn't ask about Plan A, and you don't exist. I get it. So don't turn your hopeful gaze over here, just go! Please..."

"If they say that much, you can't help it ~"

After saying so, Cortex went into the room next to the chancellor's office.

At that time, it seemed that Atlas had a much regretted look when he forgot to ask how long he had to continue manpower visibility in the same position, but there was no way he could go into a room with Cortex who had really started developing magic tools in mode...

Then until tomorrow morning, Atlas, while maintaining the same position, was repairing the Fei-Long room that had been destroyed again, or attending a meeting with the senators, or not?

And tomorrow morning.

In the winter sky, soon when the sun was about to show its appearance.

"Finally... Done..."

Waltz had a satisfying look in front of a massive number of micromachines that went into something like a giant tank and the MEMS production equipment of a workshop where also mass-produced wireless power supply equipment was located.

In short, a week before now, she's finally ready to publicly announce that she's going to prepare herself for a massive spray of micromachines south of South Fortress.

"That's a long way to go..."

So whine, then waltz looking back.

Though there is like a black battleship shaped like energy, its tipped part, still, is stabbed on its floor and although it has first aid, the battleship (?) and the colder air and rain coming in from the gap between the walls, which seemed to be a living environment unlikely to be a newly built workshop.

Others include the escape of the micromachines that created it, the rampage of Silanui, the assault of the demon kings Nur and Endelusian kings (?), etc.

Waltz, waving into various problems, which happened a week later, seemed to be mentally exhausted.

But the work she really needs to do is not done yet.

Rather, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is about to begin.

(All you have to do is spray this and see if it works properly. I was able to confirm the operation of the initial production before this, so I think it will probably work fine...)

If the micromachines she built don't work as she was supposed to, her efforts over the past week will be wasted for the most part.

So it was that moment that actually made the micromachines work that was, for her, the biggest event of the past week.

(... don't worry about it)

And waltz to turn off the used terminal and stretch his back with a holographic body.

And that is the time.

"Sister ~? I need to talk to you for a second ~ '

Cortex's voice accidentally flew into her radio communication system.

"That's unusual, isn't it? I can't believe you let me know at this hour."

'That's, well, I've been up all night. You know what? My concubine's skin cells are worn out as soon as I stay up all night ~?

'... isn't that what most people are?

"No, that's so lame I can't say it in words anymore ~? I think the epidermis will peel off rather than the cuticle ~?

"That's a total zombie......"

'... it's a joke ~'

Cortex speaks such an unrestrained word and then makes a big stretch on the other side of the radio.

Perhaps her tension is close to sole when she's been up all night.

"So, what?

'Yes, yes. I almost forgot ~. Actually, I need to talk to you about the micromachines ~'

"Uh, I mean, talk about wandering around inside the king's capital wanting to do something about the micro-machine?

"Uh-huh. Mostly, that's the way it is. Well... rather than consult, it's an ex post report ~?

'... what?

The moment I heard Cortex's words, I didn't even have a somewhat unpleasant feeling about Waltz.

Such a hunch of waltz seemed to appear before her, accompanied by an entity.

Becha......

……

"Oooh? You showed up there too ~? 'Macrophage' from my Made, Demonic Micromachine Killer ~ '

'Hey... where did this big, naked guy come in from?! I mean, what the hell did you make?! Cortex!'

"... Konoula Mihara Sadeokbekika ~"

"Ah..."

At that moment, Waltz perceives that Cortex is furious.

Until that specific reason, she didn't seem to know, but from her previous experience, she seemed to be able to deduce that Cortex had broken some sort of magic device that she cherished by a micromachine.

'And this guy, he goes through the wall?!

Waltz was stunned to see that translucent body through the windows of the toughened glass that separated him from the outside.

She has that demon-conductive life form called 'macrophages' that travel in total disregard of physical phenomena (?) I guess the presence looked like a ghost or something I'd only heard of in the story.

"Demonic Guided Organisms ~, and not until, because half of them are like demonic particles, and half are golems made of elementary particles, even if there are walls, they can easily slip through and move around ~.... Theory, I ask ~?

'It's about time...!

At the tip of his own gaze sticking to a clean room window, he slowly moves the floor toward a tank with a micromachine in it, looking at that numekzi-like macrophage moving in a straight line.

'Hey, stop it now! Cortex! He said it wouldn't really be stylish!

and waltz to speak up.

It no longer seemed obvious what the macrophages were trying to do than to see the fire.

But...

"... Huh?

You're not going to listen to my sister, Cortex, pretending you can't hear me.

Perhaps she's so angry that it doesn't matter, such as using a micromachine to exterminate Magimouse.

"No, it's not! What... '

And... Waltz has noticed.

Soon, an increasing number of macrophages broke into a tank with micromachines, and

Toys......

"Ya, I'm eating..."

Over the past week, I've been preying on the micromachines that I've worked so hard on...