Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The place moves to the swordsman's room, next door neighbor...

"Brother, don't pull it off forever, eat with me as much as you eat! ♪ Gun, gum, gum!

Sylvia, characterised by black wings, was ramblingly knocking on the door of her brother's room.

The beginning of all this...... was still caused by Theresa's death.

Blaze, who was summing up the project, felt responsible for her death and pulled her into the room.

It can be argued that it is inevitable that those in a position to lead everyone, in proportion to the strength of their sense of responsibility, will be heavily damaged when they fail.

To his brother's actions, his sister Sylvia seemed to have a sense of crisis.

If I leave my brother alone like this, he'll be in big trouble......

For the first week, she herself had been in grief, and it seemed like she was going to leave her brother alone, but the period of drawstrings on the boulder had entered the second week and she finally seemed unable to stand still.

"Come on, brother, wake up! Come on, we need to unlock it... stone, throw it at you?

and Sylvia taking the fist large stone out of the pochette.

That stone...... for the protection she always carries (?) was a weapon.

At first glance, it only looks like a stone, but when she throws it, it means something special.

The former angel's girlfriend once lost the power of an angel altogether, but nevertheless returned to the angel in a mundane clap.

The odds are high, especially at the moment of stone throwing, and the stone she throws flies away with tremendous devastation.

Well, she doesn't realize she's back to being an angel, and she seems to think it's because of the stones (made in Lucia) that are highly destructive...

"And if you don't come out within three counts, I'll throw you, okay?

And the countdown begins.

"3"

Dgowwwwww!!

At that moment, the door that explodes and the stone that was made of special steel of the same material as it.

Apparently for Sylvia, counting 3 was to say '3'.

As a result, the door of Blaze's room disappeared without a trace, from which…

"Whoa... count to about 3 properly... So, how did you blow it up? Ah?"

Now, just as I was about to open the door, the blades in the pyjamas showed themselves.

If the timing had been a little more uneven, perhaps he was definitely supposed to go after Teresa.

Sylvia saw such a brother... but without responding to his words,

"Brother, you worried about me!

And, accumulating tears in his eyes, he threw his voice abusively.

But if you had a bearded blaze as a gessoli, you didn't seem to have fully recovered yet...

"... go home"

With all that mouth, he turns his back on Sylvia, into the dim room, disappears again.

"Brother..."

Behind that, Sylvia turns a sorry glance.

When I met my brother in person, she thought I might be able to grasp the thread to solve the problem... but I felt responsible and I actually met my brother who was blocking me, and I didn't seem to know how to speak to her anymore when I came here.

As a result, she couldn't help but say that it was easier to give birth than she thought.

"... this place is all I have left!

He said so and squeezed his hand in front of his chest as he was ready, and went to that dark room...

Zusa!

I walked in without getting lost.

And I flew and twisted my body a couple of times in the air, and the name of the move (?).

"Brother!" Wake up, Body Press!

Dogowong!

"Gu Hu?!

Although there was a defensive wall between the specially attacked Sylvia and Blaze named 'Futon' for once dispersing the shock, it seems that the mass attack of her sister, using positional energy, was to do enough damage to Blaze's body,

"Huh, unintentionally, my mother is enough! I mean, you, Cheongye..."

He gave such a painful groan.

The fact that her jumping sister's knee hit Blaze's dovetail clean can also be said to have caused it.

"Look, wake up, brother!

"Retreat...! Anything is fine for now, so back off......! ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

"Because you can't leave until your brother wakes up!

"No... you have to leave... me too... I can't get up..."

"What? Did I just say something?

…………

Did you realize your sister was coming to kill you about herself, or did something else go wrong...

A blaze that just scratches the algae small under the futon and finally stops talking about anything.

And that's when.

"Mm-hmm? The door to Lord Blaze's room seems to be destroyed... well, okay"

"Right ~. You'll be able to fix it yourself, and you can leave it alone ~?

Two people, Teresa and Cortex, showed up to Blaze's room.

Two people who look almost the same like that, with their eyes on Blaze's bed, and look at Sylvia riding on her brother...

"... Lord Sylvia? What the hell did the lords do t?!

"Oops. Sorry to bother you ~"

"Hey, what are you doing! Get your hands off me! I can't see the front!

"No ~? Concubine ~. There are good and bad things in the world to look at. My concubine doesn't seem to have that distinction yet, so unfortunately, I can't let this hand go."

and gently walked out of the room with an exchange I didn't quite understand.

Look at that...

"............... that? Could they have misunderstood something?

Still, Sylvia's failure to grasp the situation must probably be due to her mother (Hermes).

Then.

Because Sylvia's intuition as an intelligence officer was chasing Theresa and the others and screaming...

When she went after Teresa and the others who left the room, she explained the situation there and came back inside Blaze's room again.

Then there...

"... right... I just died."

What did you think, when you saw Teresa coming back, the worn out blades muttered about that.

In contrast, Cortex replies with a happy expression.

"No ~. Too bad, it looks like you're not dead yet ~? So at this point, why don't you think you're dead and become my experimental bench ~?

As soon as she said so,

"Right. I'm still frustrated by the words of Mecha Fox (Cortex), I'm still alive..."

Blaze withdraws his foreword and looks delighted to be alive (?).

Apparently, a real hell has surfaced behind his brain, only for a moment.

Then he sighed once, and when he reset his mood, he said these words with a slightly happier gaze at Teresa.

"... Teresa. Are you alive?

In contrast,

"Hmm. Didn't the concubine die?

As always, Theresa responds honestly.

Apparently, she is deliberately trying not to use the words' resurrected 'or' lived '.

"... So what are you? Is that a haunted fox who grew three tails off his ass?

"It's not exactly the glutes, but the hips that grow tails. Well, it's not a mistake, though, in the sense of being a fox."

"Hmmm......... well"

and blaze somewhere convincingly whining against the words of Teresa, who speaks without shame.

With Theresa back in whatever form, the heavy stones that were stretching out on his mind now seem to have misted the majority at this moment.