Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

And that night. on the rooftop of the Royal Castle Alternative......

"... yeah! I feel like I've worked harder than usual! This is for dinner tonight, a reward for your hard work, we need to make sushi!

"Ugh, yeah. That was really helpful, huh? Thank you, Lucia... (Er... it was Inari sushi by day, wasn't it?

Unlike the morning colors, now in front of the hull of energy, which was returning to a bright white color, Lucia and Waltz had a satisfying look on their face (?). As far as those two are concerned, apparently all the remodeling work has been done.

The hull of the energy that was there had thickened its armor in the form of another layer of exterior being added around it, rather than the black state in which the heat-resistant tiles were protruding. To put it in more detail, it looks like countless small holes have been drilled in the essentials of white armor made by forging Lucian magic guided special steel. They have a cold breeze coming out of it and a mechanism to protect the exterior from heat.

It should be noted that inside it lays a black heat-resistant tile that was just installed yesterday, but now that the hull is wrapped in forced cooling armor, it is unclear if that makes sense. Well, if you insist, insurance for when something happens, or something like that?

Look up at the hull of such energy and mouth like this as Waltz grins.

"Now you're just going to the macrophage. In this state, you have perfect heat and impact resistance, right?... maybe."

"That means... the rest depends on Cole's preparation? I wonder what's going on right now?

"Come on? Aren't you doing well?

And it was when the two of them spoke.

Sniff your own rumors sharply (listen?) Cortex, who has a reputation for one thing, came from the lower floor--

Wynn...... Gashon!!

—— and take the elevator for large baggage unloading and come to the roof.

"Oh no ~? Were we both still working ~?... or is it my fault that I feel like Energia's appearance has changed forever ~? I hope this makes you feel swollen somehow ~..."

"Well, it's not your fault. Now you can go into the atmosphere and do whatever you want to sail through space... it is..."

"... you need to regularly recharge refrigerants for cooling, so you want to say ~? Is it liquid nitrogen ~? Is it helium ~? Or is it water ~?

"Um, maybe, sushi?

"I see ~... was the refrigerant Lucia's magic ~. That does sound very efficient ~"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Never mind if Lucia magically cools the energy, or because it's really the worst case scenario? So, what do you say? Cortex. What's your situation..."

In response to that inquiry ——

"Huh... Quickly, you're going to poke where it hurts ~"

—— and Cortex responding that way, looking tired somewhere. As far as that goes, she's not getting ready well.

"Doesn't sound very good, does it?

"Uh-huh. Originally, I use” quantum twist ”to communicate, so when I have two macrophages in this world, I can't interfere and communicate well ~. The data to go is good, but the data to return will fly from two directions ~. or even stopping the smaller macrophages from doing their activities ~..."

But before that, you were in communication, right? By the heavens of the world tree... "

"If you get that close to close range, you can communicate in a different way ~? But that, too, doesn't mean we have the best small-scale communications for maintenance, and we can control it."

"So what are you going to do?

"I was thinking of modifying the macrophage on hand so that I could put a little delay in the communication and cancel the instruction from the maintenance port in the gap where the execution of the instruction is delayed ~"

"Then you should."

"But when I thought about it ~... I realized that mounting a communication delay on this little macrophage should have inserted just the same delay on that big macrophage over there, so it doesn't make sense in the end ~. It's a time paradox ~? Time Paradox ~"

"Oh, that's the thing..."

And, on Cortex's head, a waltz with a subtle look, looking at the puffy, shaky macrophage.

By the way, what it meant was, in short, the same thing as trying to go back to the past and rewrite history on a time machine. The macrophages that are now on Cortex's head are likely to be caught in the midst of a distant past and in the heavens of a world tree. In other words, the macrophages here are synonymous with the macrophages of the past…. If we make modifications to him now, all of those modifications will also apply to the large macrophages that exist in the future.

Then again, Cortex's words continue.