Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Dgowong......

"Uh, I'm doing it."

Waltz had a frightened look as he listened to the heavy bass, heard from outside the guest room window.

Apparently, two people, Energia and Potentia, fought a massive battle near the city (?) They started.

"I wonder if she has a weapon or something..."

Unlike energy, which is like a mass of weapons, Waltz wonders whether the micromachines and the potentia, which was made of Lucian mine shards, have the means to fulfill and counter the energy.

"... your sister. I don't need you to lick your potential."

Tempo, who was elegantly sipping the tea served to the brave maid, opened his mouth as he sat on the couch.

"If you let it go, even Energia's body will vanish away like sand in an instant"

Hear that word,

"Uh, I wasn't thinking about that possibility..."

and waltz to say things like this now.

In other words, if the potentia tries to destroy the energy body with a micromachine, as it did when it collapsed the artificial mine created by Lucia, then the deceased can do her thing without creation.

For example, even if energy was built with special alloys, physical melting and boiling points should always exist, so it is never possible to destroy them by means of the meters emitted by the micromachines or by means of high-frequency induced heating.

To put it another way, it could be said that it is the exact opposite of repairing your own hull with millimetres and micromachines mounted on the energy body.

However, in the battle between the two, it was difficult to think of a development in which energy would be unilaterally hit.

"But it's okay, I'm sure. If energy is restored from the parts destroyed by Potentia, it will be a mess of destruction and restoration."

Even if, as Waltz put it, energy and potentia, which are the same beings, contested, it would, in the end, only be positive or negative zero.

Of course, if there was a considerable difference in quantity, that shouldn't be the case, but given the ratio of the two current micromachines, there wasn't that much difference.

Besides the micromachines, if you think about the energy that also holds a large number of millimeter machines… there is nothing like being crashed to the point of potential erosion.

That is.

"Then, on the contrary, will the potentia be okay?

"... weren't you confident?

The possibility could not be denied that, as Tempo remarked with an unintentionally seemingly unconfidential expression, on the contrary, Potentia might find herself in a more critical situation.

Compared to the potential that would consist of micromachines and minerals alone, Energia possesses, in addition to a huge body, a micromachine and a millimeter machine 1000 times larger than that, as well as a reserve of Lucian special alloys that were available for hull repair.

If the two came to collide in a flat flat ground without any measures, it would be as early as possible, needless to say, which would win.

"... Potentia!

Gattang!

And the tempo suddenly rises as he defeats the sofa of every bandaged swordsman sitting next to himself.

In doing so,

Gotung!

"Ugh..." Disappointed

And should I say that the swordsman didn't move his body as much as he thought, fell from the back of his head to the floor... and lost consciousness was fortunate to him in a way, or unhappy?

In any case, the swordsman who fell from the couch to the floor in a weird position was in such a condition that his arms and legs, which had been fractured in the earlier battle, could be expressed in letters…

For he had lost his mind, it seemed that he would not raise a cry.

"Ha... treat the sick a little more carefully. Lucia? Hang your healing magic on Mr. Swordsman?

"Ugh, yeah... (poor... swordsman...)"

With a subtle look on his face, he says so and begins to administer simple treatments to swordsmen.

After seeing how my sister behaved like that......

When Waltz told the hunters on the spot that he wanted them to be ready to return to the king's capital, he flew himself out after the back of the tempo that had left the room earlier.

And waltz and tempo that came to the sounder.

If you want to describe a specific place... it is a place where huge rocks overlapped in a moonshine dough.

There was a one-sided rambling of potential by energy...... not there.

'... it's my turn next!

Dogowong!!

And the potentia, who had at some point returned to the figure of a black battleship, had somehow showered a black shell similar to that figure into its rock.

After that,

'... then I'll be next!

Dogowong!!

and energy pointing shelling by 1200mm rail guns at just one other rock.

Look at that...

"... maybe even a building block collapse?

"Ha... I'm relieved. Gentlemen's play (?) Good."

Waltz and Tempo said that sentiment to each of them.

"No, if it was billiards or something, you could say gentlemanly play, but can you say gentlemanly play, shooting through rocks with artillery fire?

"At least, if you're not bothering anyone, I don't think you're acting against public order?

"... I'm not convinced, but you can't deny it..."

And waltz to say all sorts of things.

Nevertheless, she didn't mean to make any more pointless objections, and when she switched her head there, she asked again against Tempo.

"It's a different story, Potentia... why did you show up now?

Such waltz's question was why he decided today to hack the micromachines into the form of people and come out and talk to them before themselves, only to show up before the tempo.

She really didn't know why.

The tempo to which the question is directed then speaks this way of answering.

"... Actually, I was against it. I thought having a conversation with your sister would contaminate your head..."

"What?"

"Well, that's a joke, but the truth is, that kid seemed to want to talk to you, too, right? But there seemed to be a reason why we couldn't do that in Wang Du."

and a tempo with a seemingly difficult faceless look.

Whether he had guessed the signs or had words that he would not listen to, Waltz asked his sister again, wrinkling between his eyebrows.

"Something, I only have a bad feeling, what do you mean?

The tempo then returns the eye, which was directed towards the potential floating in the sky, to the waltz before opening its mouth.

"First of all, I say no, but that kid is a person himself"

"Well... you look like a person, so I guess so"

"So why didn't that kid become a person in the King's Capital, no, he couldn't be... don't you see?

"I mean... no way, you won't be able to be a person in Wang Du, so?

"That's more or less the case. It should be said that, to be precise, people will not be able to maintain their appearance."

"Hmm, you're not sure yet..."

"In short... there are beings in the Wang capital who try to interfere with becoming human beings."

"... I knew you were going to be a pain in the ass..."

And Waltz regrets asking the question.

But she couldn't seem to do what she had heard once, what she hadn't, and she kept asking.

"So, what's the cause?

"Isn't that... feeling thin? Whether it's that kid or Energia, it's like a ghost. Does that mean? Considering what those who lost a lot of their lives on that spot are..."

"... King Endelusia..."

"Sure, it's probably the most common of mankind that's dying... but unfortunately, if you're like that real cockroach, I think you're still alive. If you're going to say that, aren't the former Mid-Eden Kings more likely?

"Yes, yes, I know... Totally, it's tough, isn't it? Life is..."

And Waltz held his head when he thought of the experimental Magi Mouse, who stopped dumping on deserted islands and was responsible for disposing of them in the workshop.

Apparently, the rats of this world, alive or not, are no different in causing waltz headaches.