Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The waltzes, which plugged up to 2 km to the town, stopped the carriage once in the shadow of the woods that were on the spot.

Even if you keep going, you just irritate your opponent with a grunt......

We decided it was a bad idea to get closer to town than we had no will.

"I wonder why the correspondents in this town didn't tell the center about this event..."

and waltz with his neck hanging as he watched the sights of the city from inside the carriage.

From the town she was watching, a fireball seemed to fly towards us intermittently, thinking that it had been created by magic.

Apparently the earlier explosion was caused by this fire magic.

Such a town, as she put it, should have been equipped with radio communication facilities by the power of science, connecting the central government with the provinces.

Previously, Cortex deployed the entire Mid-Eden communications system.

Originally, when an incident like this one occurred, it was to be used to call on neighboring local and central governments for help or reinforcements.

However… this was also the case in South Fortress before, but the correspondent in charge did not function (every time) and, as a result, did not appear to have been utilized as a system as envisaged by Cortex.

Unlike the modern world, where we all understand the gratitude of telephones, for those in this world who are not permeated by what advantages they have, there may have been a limited number of people who could use them and turned them into useless lengths.

And Waltz, who approved the introduction of the system, too, didn't know why the correspondent wouldn't do the job, tilting his neck with his arms around it... but he seemed to know what Julia was about.

As a result, she opened her mouth with a somewhere sorry look on her face.

"Excuse me...... The correspondents in this town seem to be taking part in the rebellion..."

"Ah... yes..."

Seeing that the report received from Lisa, who was putting it out for reconnaissance, contained, to some extent, information capable of probing the circumstances, it seemed that Julia was shaking her pull out of anger and haste.

Sometimes the installation of a correspondent was under the jurisdiction of the Intelligence Agency, and she feels responsible for being at the top of the list.

However, Waltz seemed to have some understanding of the situation on the part of the correspondent.

Correspondents are also just human......

You knew full well that everyone around you was moving in one direction, but you couldn't do anything to reverse only one person.

Because of this, Waltz seems to have decided to separate the story there and revert to the original issue.

"The energy guys are paying me off, so I don't think there's going to be any more noise... what are we going to do..."

And if energy and potentia were on this occasion, Waltz begins to wonder if the city would be a sea of fire by now.

Then she thought, combined with warnings and intimidation, that we should strike even a counter-destruction missile over the city... that was the time.

"... then we will begin our action from Alpha to Tango!

I overheard that voice coming from the outside of the carriage.

It was... waltz who knew what the word meant that reacted to the voice.

"Hey... what are you guys up to?!

And Waltz faces out of the front of the carriage and asks who was ahead.

Then there was the figure of Atlas, who was presiding over the knights… He seemed to have given instructions to about 100 young knights, somehow dressed in camouflage light armor.

He began to talk to the knights after giving them directives just by hand sign when he noticed his sister's inquiry and turned to her.

"What? What do you want to do? That's... halfway into action, training the knights. I got an offer from the young guys that it's a corner opportunity and I'd love to join them."

With that said, Atlas drops off the knights' backs.

They didn't seem to have any weapons... they just ran off to the battlefield with their armor on.

Is the weapon locally procured?

"Wait, I don't know what that means... This isn't a drill, it's a real fight, right? Sure, I'm not fighting another country..."

So, on the back of the knights, waltz with a strange gaze.

In contrast, Atlas replied to his sister with a proud expression somewhere.

"I'm proud of my men. (... the truth is, I work for my hunter sister...) Well, watch your sister quietly. Oh, and no matter what happens, don't get your hands on me, okay?

"Whatever happened..."

And that was the moment Waltz said.

Dogowong!!

Some of the magic that flew out of town fell on the soldiers on the move to the town and blew it up.

At that moment, the soldiers were engulfed in smoke and their appearance was completely invisible.

"Uh... you're dead, that..."

Waltz unwittingly narrows his eyes, but

"Well, look at that."

Between the eyes, Atlas seemed to have plenty of room, even though his men said they had exploded.

... shortly thereafter.

The smoke finally cleared from where the knights were supposed to have blown up on the wood dust...

"... Spread the line!

That's where the intact knights appeared.

Watching how it was, Waltz tilted his neck unexpectedly.

"... what's going on?

"Hey, it's a simple story. The magic that flies from the other side is just that you wanted to shove... and the gear on this side is cortexed. I don't know about this expression...... the opponent is a biological townsman and this one is a mechanized infantryman wearing a demon guide armor...... it would be like. Warriorly, isn't there a difference between a baby and an adult?

And Atlas, who speaks proudly.

In short, they wore cheetah-class gear that wasn't the latest noise, such as fire magic, which flew from opponents who weren't even soldiers dealing with magic, and on top of that, they didn't make any sense in front of the well-trained knights.

If the potential of the equipment were so different, there would no longer be a need for weapons or anything like that.

"So leave it to the knights this time. Sister."

"Yes...... That's what happened..."

Waltz finally figured it out depending on what happened when he heard Atlas seed.

If we were trying to solve this on our own, the soldiers who were following us from behind would go out first and try to solve the problem.

Before such a situation, she always tended to have problems on her own, remembering what Teresa had told her the other day, and seemed to have a complex expression and a palliative expression at the same time.

... Well, that also seemed like a story until we found out the true mission of the oddly modernized knights.