Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

And on the floor on the spot, only the like of black powder and the transparent macrophages who lost their targets are left...

Finally, the micromachines seem to have been wiped out.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Dossa......

On the spot where the enemy is gone, a swordsman kneeling on the floor with his own sword instead of a cane, as if he were going to collapse.

But he, as soon as he stood up...

Towards the waltz, he raised his voice.

"Waltz! Is the energy... is the energy safe?!

The swordsman's words asking so contained a color like stray because he knew the answer without having to ask Waltz......

"... Swordsman"

Waltz, who can't look directly and leans accidentally against a swordsman who turns his gaze on himself like he seeks salvation.

There was only one word she could answer swordsman like that at the moment.

"... I don't know"

"I don't know... don't you?

"If we collect the powder from the turbomolecular pump we have here now and reconstitute it to its original form, there's no chance she'll get back to normal either. But... I can assure you, the formula is pretty expensive... So... I don't know."

In the back of Waltz's brain that speaks so, there is a 99% + chance that he can't undo the energy thing......

Conversely, the conclusion had been reached that the chances of being able to undo were endlessly close to zero.

But still, I couldn't say enough that she was zero because it was not an exaggeration to say that the very existence of energy was a paranormal phenomenon, so it was also true that probabilities could not be represented only by numbers......

Other than that, because Waltz himself was one of those who thought he was an important companion about energy......

Then.

When a swordsman hears such a waltz's words, he grips the sword in his hand so powerfully that there is no more...

He bowed his head toward Waltz, saying that there was no reason to blame Waltz, the cause that created this situation, and said:

"... please. Give me some energy... help me somehow! If there's anything I can do, I'll do anything! Whatever this is, I don't mind sacrificing it!

Having heard that, Waltz, with a difficult look on his face, used a gravity control system to recover the black powder that had been scattered on the spot......

He replied with the utmost approval to the swordsman, who looked desperate.

"Of course I'll do my best. And I don't need a sacrifice. So you... wish me all the best in energy."

Then Waltz floats black powder in the universe...

Looks like he tried to get out of the pump room and go back to his workshop.

Just.

You remembered something, when she accidentally stopped in front of the swordsman.

Put your hand in an invisible cargo container and take the transparent sphere out of it......

And he gave it to the swordsman.

"This... I'll give it to you?

"What is this..."

"It's a magic prop with a message that I had Energy record before I started this work. According to Cortex, if you pass the magic, you can see her message."

…………

"... sorry"

Waltz, who says so briefly, hands the magic props to the swordsman, and then walks away from the scene.

Did the others also call for air...

Everyone seems to have left the swordsman behind and left the scene.

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Then again, the swordsman remained on the spot.

Nowadays, the macrophages who have lost sight of their food are also gone at some point......

He seemed genuine, alone.

…………

A swordsman sits down on the floor of a room where no one else is and looks up at the ceiling boldly.

There must have been a big black cylindrical machine there until a few tens of minutes ago...

Nowadays only a vain space remained, and the face of the machine remained nowhere.

Towards such a space...

"……… energy……"

The swordsman uttered the name of the girl who had disappeared neglectfully between his eyes.

In his sight like that, as if it were an illusion, a giggling girl might have emerged.

Then he sighs loudly, out of his body, as if to spit out his soul.

Kotsun...... Goro Goro......

With all the momentum, a clear sphere that was on his lap rolled down on the floor.

With his eyes on it, the swordsman groans like this with a hazy look on his face.

"Through magic, I can hear the message... I can't use magic..."

A swordsman who has ever even polished a muscle strength, swordsmanship only.

On his side like that, he always has his people...

Whenever magic was needed, they were always there for the swordsman.

That is why he - being a transferee from a different world than here - gave up that magic was unusable and had not worked out from the beginning.

By analogy, as Waltz, the same metastasizer, is......

It had now changed its shape, and as a negative emotion in his heart, it had become heavily tender.

"This happened because I can't use magic..."

The swordsman turned his narrowed gaze toward the rolling sphere as he said so, not to anyone.

As soon as that happens, emotions of unknown origin sprang up from his mind.

Grief over the loss of loved ones.

Regret for not face-to-face with energy.

And anger at your powerlessness.

They run wild regardless of his consciousness, move his arm...

Boon!!

He let the sword he was holding wave down into the crystal.

But...

...... Kotsun

"... there's no way you can!

The black blade presented to Energia never seemed to knock out the crystal.

How could he have stopped the sword...

Words that accurately explain his insides now, as if he were being hit by a storm, probably don't exist anywhere.

Anyway, from his eyes, where he was angry until a few seconds ago, he was now overflowing with liquids other than sweat...

That was the time.

"Uh... what was that? It's just..." I won't be in this world when I hear this message. "... Was it?

Such a voice seems to have been heard from a crystal that was about to be slashed by a sword.

As soon as I heard that...

"What, energy?!

and a swordsman who drops his sword there as it is and is surprised.

But he seemed to notice right away.

"... well... is this the message..."

… even if it wasn't directly magical, it was with some clap that the crystal, the magic prop, played the message.

Then the swordsman quietly waits for the message he hears from the crystal...

As he expected, his voice seemed to have flown.

… except.

As for its content, it seems to have exceeded expectations.

'Uh, Mr. Victor... As a matter of fact, I can't use magic, so I didn't know how to use it.'

"... Huh?

The swordsman dotted his eyes and solidified, as soon as...

"Victor. Wow!

Dgowwwww!!

And it seems that the great sword that was falling beside the crystal flew toward the swordsman with fierce momentum.

That too, in front of the blade......

Though.

That never pierced the swordsman's body.

Gowwwwwww!!

And it was the black sword, and the black armor worn by the swordsman, that made the sound of such a stiff man crashing into each other.

That's right.

By diverting the micromachines of energy, the swords and armor were shaped….

And they fuse together in a glance, when they become one.

It seems to have changed to a certain shape….