Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"Come on, how am I supposed to be able to fly now..." wow.

Angelization (?) The wise man who did was flying southwest through the sky of the town of Rotgarten with such doubts. The destination is on the outskirts of town thinking the gas is spreading…. So he seemed to be thinking about using wind magic, bouncing or blowing gas, or spreading a ton of air around enough to be non-toxic.

Flying through the sky, he soon arrived at a predetermined location, with his feet on the ground on the spot. And put your hands in front of you, and then think.

"Speaking of which, can I use wind magic..."

Sage still had no idea what kind of magic he could use to lose his memory. Still, the wise man, who came before the gas as if he were to be poked and moved, even forgets what a thing called wind magic is in the first---

"Well, no.... windy!

—— relying on the image of the wind that was in his head, he put magic in his palm.

Then a soft breeze begins to emerge from his body. It gradually swirled and gathered in the hands of the wise.

"... looks like you could go with this"

Sage says so as to say himself...... I pushed forward a piece of magic that was in the palm of my hand.

Then, the magic completely sublimates and turns into wind magic. The wind possessed by the wise man's body was made like a calling water, attracting a storm from around him.

It seems to have become an invisible wall, as the wise man imagined, towards the impending gas. The gas itself was already diffused close to transparency and could not be looked at directly, but the wall of air deployed by the wise man looked like a distortion of space in itself, so it seemed to succeed in taking the gas for now.

and then --,

Chung!

Pah!

—— Almost simultaneously, such a sound comes into the ear of a wise man. The Eclerian soldiers who brought the gas tank this far attacked us. For them the wise man is an obstacle to the operation. Soldiers wearing gas masks try to attack each other using guns and magic props.

… but the town of Rotgarten was already in a good situation to say that it was not under the control of Eccleria by virtue of the activity of the wise and Yuki, but under the control of the coalition side. In that, what would happen if we were to attack the sage --,

Zdwong!!

—— beams falling from the stratosphere --,

Dgowwwww!!

—— Powerful magic flew in while drawing parabolas from coalition forces that had refrained outside the town... Everyone seemed to be making a leap to cover the wise and stop the gas.

As a result, the men of Ecclesia were to be instantly suppressed. They didn't weaken their counter-attack hands until the end, leaving no one behind to send them home.

The magic of the wise persisted in the meantime. Even with Eccleria's reinforcements gone, the gas released at one end does not disappear...... If the wise man stopped the magic, it was obvious that the town of Rotgarten would be tragic.

Null rushes over to him like that.

"Sage! Are you okay?!

"Yep... that helps. Dear Null."

"You don't have to worry about me. Ains... you can talk to me just like Yuki."

"Oh yeah...... (I can't)"

"Are you stopping the gas? Just a little more because Master Cortex is about to take action now. Bear with me."

"Okay. It would be helpful if you could deal with it as soon as possible."

"Oh, know--"

and where Null tried to take the lead --,

"Thank you for waiting ~!

—— Looks like Cortex is ready. On her head, she put on an object like slime - a macrophage - and somehow kicked the pose.

Immediately after that, the macrophage moves.

Queuin............!

Suddenly, the macrophages began to breathe in the surrounding air, making a vacuum cleaner sound. Apparently, it's just like that sound, sucking in ambient air like a vacuum cleaner.

In fact, slowly, but transparently, the body of the macrophage turns yellow. It absorbs and compresses the gases in the air.

And the air purification by macrophages lasted for a few minutes, when gas could be removed from the surroundings.

"Done ~"

Cortex declared the end of the work. However, it did not appear that the matter was still over.

Until then, by wind magic, a wise man who had built an invisible wall to protect the town--,

"Yeah... well..."

Bataah......

--fell on the spot, as if waiting for the gas removal to finish. Besides, that's not because his magic poked him to the bottom...... When he came to the spot and first built the wall of air, it seemed to be the result of some gas that could not be enclosed getting into his lungs.

And his consciousness, captured by the dark darkness.