Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

- My father was killed the other day.

- It was also my brother, a man named Siglos, who killed him.

- I need the power of Hercules to take my father's revenge, to kill Siglos.

That was the key to 'circumstances', which Mr. Rosé spoke in such a lacking tone of discouragement that he could not find any emotion.

"- As I'm sure you realize by the way, my father was the founder and leader of The Volkling Circus. Now we've been taken over by Siglos and turned from a cluster to a terrorist group."

A white breath is leaking from Mr. Rosé's lips - so much so that he saw such visions that his voice was frozen.

After all, or what? She is an associate of The Volkling Circus, who has jumped the name on numerous news stories - on the contrary, she was the daughter of its leader.

It is precisely the whirlpool party.

"My father was dead at the site of a nearby site - Dragon Forest. As a result, no investigations have been carried out by police mechanisms. So unfortunately I don't have the help to prove that whoever killed my father is a Siglos"

As Ms Karel told us when it was, the interior of the ruins (Relics) is a lawless zone that cannot interfere with any state. Naturally, everything that happens inside of it is cleaned up with the word 'self-responsibility'. Therefore, even if there were murders in the ruins, no national police would embark on an investigation.

Of course, once a complete crime was committed using this rule. There are people out there who try to exploit anything bad. For this reason, the general public now preinstalls an alarm technique (alert app) that activates only when approaching the site and counteracts it in SEAL. Approaching the coordinates of the ruins that are registered in the surgical ceremony - when they try to be forcibly brought in by others - is how a report automatically goes to the nearest police mechanism. National police agencies are also required by international law to investigate and prosecute thoroughly murders, rapes, robberies, etc. in which this modus operandi is involved.

But Mr. Rose's father was a handler. In other words, it is an explorer. Naturally, I can't even install an alarm technique ceremony, and the fact that it was dead in the ruins would be murder by others but accidental death by SB, but everything would be treated as' self-responsibility '.

I mean, assassination. That was the name of the misfortune that befell Mr Rosé's father - Mr Audis Volkling.

"But I'm sure. The man who killed my father - he must be Siglos. Of course, the other members won't be irrelevant either...... it was that guy who put his hands straight down. Never."

In the last word, there was a cage of strong power. That should be it, too. We're talking about the killer with the flesh and blood in his hand. Instead, it's weirder for me to talk calmly so far.

Behind Amber's eyes, she continues with a glow of cold diamond dust.

"I know why he killed my father. My father was developing a technique called" Corpse Recycling. "

It was certainly an unfamiliar surgical name. Even so, it doesn't cover all the surgical names with me in the "SEAL" database, so it's only natural that there's something I don't know.

Rosé explains the specs of the original surgical ceremony that have not yet been announced to the world without having to ask.

"As I'm sure you already know," Corpse Recycling "is the ritual that drove my birthplace, the city of Lisark, to destruction. And as you can see from the news -- multiple, it also uses a lot of SBs at the same time, making them go wild."

I thought maybe. SB embodies it elsewhere than in the ruins - it's like a handler that can do that, he said.

But I can't believe you really did.

With more than three thousand victims, it was on the news. The number of SBs that appeared in the city of Lisark was over a thousand.

One city was destroyed.

In one procedure.

I don't know anything else about a technique that would result in destruction and killing on that scale. No, maybe if Hannu really activates the biggest opera ceremony, it will be the same or more powerful.

However, in terms of cruelty, I don't think "corpse recycling" is an acceptable procedure for other followers.

Because three thousand victims were not extinguished by the ceremony itself, but [immediately killed] by more than a thousand SBs.

"My father was killed by Siglos before completing the 'Copes Recycle'. Perhaps the surgical formula they are using is a" fake (imitation) "[forced] to be completed by the hands of Siglos. I can tell just by looking at it. [That's] far from the ideal my father was aiming for."

says Mr. Rose. The real "Corpse Recycling" should have been a more functional procedure.

"As the name suggests, the original" Corps Recycling "was dominated by commanding the large army of SB in service. But their procedure is just an auto handle. A degraded version that cannot be entered and only identifies enemy allies by tag. If you say so, it's just a technique to unleash a dangerous beast. It may be suitable for mass slaughter, but it is roughly not a useful substitute on the battlefield"

I try to think of it in my brain. [M] "Legion" of SBs embodied by the technique of "Corps Recycling." But those SBs, like those that pop on the ruins, only strike indiscriminately at the prey on their eyes. No consideration will be given to the fact that it is a concentration of force or efficiency through mutual cooperation. Naturally, if there happens to be another clusterless party nearby, "Legion" will strike them without sight. The result would be a crumbling start to the war between explorers on the spot.

Indeed, no matter what you think, it's too dangerous and useless in many ways. Mr. Rose was right, it was the worst kind of technique that could be used and precisely slaughtered.

"My father thought further research was needed to address its shortcomings. That's why he declared the development discontinued to members of the cluster. For how many minutes, the completion of the" Corps Recycling "was also a sad wish for the" Volkling Circus ". If that can take shape once and for all, all Members will expect it. My father's judgment was not to let the unfinished maneuvers go into the world in a bypassing..."

A calm voice, but his buttocks narrowed and disappeared.

The continuation of Mr. Rosé's words can easily be deduced.

Discontinuation of the ceremony - the declaration was an opportunity for Mr. Odys to be killed by a man named Siglos.

I apologize and ask Rosé a question when she turns her gaze downwards.

"Um... can I ask you something...?

"Yes, what is it"

As soon as I speak up with my forehead and one hand up, Mr. Rosé's face can be raised like he's restarted. I couldn't help but hesitate, so I asked what I had been wondering earlier.

"Well... earlier, I [forced] to complete the procedure, what do you mean...?

Complete the work in progress until the end of the study. That in itself is nothing strange or anything. However, I was concerned about the adverb "forced" that preceded it.

Mr. Rosé, with a face of oh - that being said, it's only a slight change - has returned this question on the contrary.

"- Did you know that Mr. Rag and Princess Xiaolong are called" artifacts "?

"Artifact...?

In the strange words that came out of nowhere, I looked at my neighbor Hanu. Hannu, with her golden-eyed silver eyes as a kyoton, shakes her neck sideways as she sifts, expressing in gesture that she doesn't know, she has never heard.

Meanwhile, when I say,

"Uh... hey, I've heard of it... but isn't that just an urban legend...?

It is a common story in alleys. Where do you think the lake is inhabited by real fantastic species/sea dragons that are not SB? You think there's a whole body of hairy spirits deep in the mountains of the north? When you stand between the matching mirrors, do you think that several mirror images are your face when you die? You think you can be king if you pull out the holy sword that stabbed you in the rock?

The point is to make it up. It belongs more to Migawa than to Yotai, and what I believe is a little kid or someone who likes to escape reality.

As for the artifact from what I've heard,

"- Surely, as the name suggests, God's power is in it, and collecting all twelve will make anything wish come true, or so on..."

"That's right. It's an artifact."

Mr. Rosé agreed lightly.

"To?"

The unexpected strange voice is what I would say like other HRs while I'm at it, but I honestly don't think I can do it. 'Cause it's suddenly [artifact] without any context. I have no idea what that has to do with the question just now.

Rose says that she talks without clapping, but doesn't even show shards of heat, which is actually pale.

"Siglos has one of those artifacts. The man with the artifact, commonly known as the" Sacrificial Carrier, "he is one of the twelve.

"... Yes?

I felt it had suddenly shifted to another dimension rather than missed the story. Funny, when did the conversation shift from Mr. Rose's personal story to Migawa?

The two of us lined up our indescribably subtle faces to Hannu and me, but Mr. Rosé never cared.

"The characteristics of the artifact that Siglos possesses..."

"Yes, no, no! Hey, wait a minute, please wait!?

I panicked and waved my hands and waited as I tried to keep talking. No, I really want you to wait a minute. I haven't been able to sort my head out at all yet.

I hold down my confused head with one hand and control Mr. Rosé with the other, while I prepare my thoughts.

"- Um, oh, I'm sorry, but can I have a word? Well, as a matter of course, the story is going on under the assumption that the artifact [exists]... Oh, is that a gaga or a myth - a fabrication story, right? Something that doesn't actually exist, right...?

"No, it exists"

Mr. Rosé assured me.

My head turns white.

Mr Rosé said overlapping.

"The artifact is not an urban legend or a gaga. It's real, real, real."

…………

There you are, it's starting to seem like an alien who looked like Mr. Rosé.

What is this man talking about?

Whether you're serious or joking, it's like I can't judge you.

No, but - in common sense, there shouldn't be any reason to be kidding around here in the circumstances.

- That means Mr. Rose is serious, When the artifact exists in this world.

"... ho, really...?

"True."

Mr. Rosé was patient with me when I overheard him. [M]

How can I describe my mood at this time? [M]

I think maybe it's similar to how I felt when they said that humans born of peaches were real, or that there was a palace at the bottom of the ocean where princesses lived, or that vampires and moving bodies were real.

"Isn't that good, Rato? Aside from everything, it will now be crucial to hear Lortolinze's story to the end."

My neighbor Hannu insists on spitting on my eyebrows. I was right, so I pulled back and got my place right.

Mr. Rosé snorts one and rests his hip on the story I broke.

"I'll say it again. The artifact is not a fabrication story, it is real. - But it's not material."

It is not a material being. That is,

The artifact is a concept. Special abilities that do not have a definite shape and are transmitted from person to person - that is the identity of the "artifact". It doesn't exist as a visible object, but it's spoken of as a 'urban legend' among ordinary people, like Mr. Rag today. "

- concept, is. No way, that was the expression. I can even remember the illusion of hearing the word for the first time in my life.

I haven't been able to grasp one thing yet, and I've spoken a lot of questions.

"... like the data written to SEAL..."?

Mr. Rosé shook his head small to the side.

"No, it's not data, it's not a surgical formula. Unfortunately, it seems to me that this is a feeling that you wouldn't understand unless you actually owned it. But the concept of artifact does exist and reside in people."

"I see...?

It felt like I knew, like I didn't know, subtle. but aside from that, I felt a small discomfort in the way Rosé said it now.

How does Mr. Rosé know what it feels like not to actually have it? is the question.

Perhaps that suspicion has come to my face. When Mr. Rosé looked at my expression, he normally said:

"I am also the Artifact Holder, so I know the artifact by its senses."

Dinner was Doria last night, in a light way like.

It was too light and I didn't know when to be surprised.

"... ah... uh, yes. Oh, really...?

In keeping with Mr. Rosé's condition, I flush him off. [M]

When I got here, I could only swallow it in the wind through the thought that I'd be surprised or stunned already, and that's what it is.

When I found out Hanu was a god before, it was something I raised my voice to flashy surprise while I was there, but I'm just not sure what a artifact is, maybe there was no point in reacting this time.

To me, who reacts low in fever, and Hannu, who listens in silence, Mr. Rosé finally reverts to the essence of the story he was going away from.

"There are twelve kinds of artifacts, each with different characteristics. Simply put, my artifact is" super force. "The artifact of Siglos is -" fusion. "

Here it finally led me to the answer to my question.

"The artifact of Siglos, as its name suggests, has the concept of" fusion "- that is, [the power to fuse any object]. Using his power, he blended the technique of sucking energy out of the dragon vein commonly used by the Enchanter (GeoAbsorb) with the" Corps Recycling "in the middle of development, forcing him to focus on the finished form."

Enchanter refers to the type of explorer who specializes in grant techniques. Granting formulas are similar to the support formulas I often use.

In principle, assistive techniques are used for interpersonal use. Starting physical strengthening, most of them activate themselves and others - including the ones they are wearing.

On the other hand, the grant formula is intended for an object. For example, it could be a weapon, it could be protective equipment, it could be a wall or a floor.

A clear comparison of the differences between assistive and grant formulas reveals the following:

The support technique Strength enhances the target's power and increases its attack power. If the target person switches weapons, this will persist.

The granting formula "Fire Coating" wraps a flame around the weapon, giving it the effect of increasing power by heat. but this is only an effect that occurs on [the weapon itself], so it resets if you switch it to something else.

In this way, there is a clear difference between assistive and grant techniques.

In addition, there are other trap-shaped procedures that are activated when the enemy touches the ground or wall - when stepped on. The art of taking energy out of the earth and utilizing it will probably also be included there.

"Originally, it is difficult to combine a servile and a conferring formula and make it one. But the power of the artifact makes that even easy. Of course, in extreme terms, we [just stuck together] two types of procedures, so it's only natural that we haven't got all the calculated specifications - and still, perhaps, the members of the 'Volkling Circus' haven't noticed. to the shortcomings of the current" Corps Recycling. "

A technique that embodies a large amount of SB by searching the earth for energy that cannot be left alone by the surgeon - "Corps Recycling". It was just an undressed patchwork that blended the initial "recycling" of the service ceremony with the "geo-absorbing" that was the basis of the conferring ceremony with the power of the artifact.

I guess that's why Mr. Rosé used the term "fake (imitation)". Quality is as different as overlapping two storeys designed and built properly from the beginning and two one-storey houses. Therefore, the technique currently called "Copes Recycling" cannot be delicately controlled or operated in detail, and all the servant SBs have to be fully automated.

"I can't give a command to the servant SB - which means there's no way to defend the operator himself. No matter how much servant SB moves automatically and the source of power is the dragon vein, minimal control is needed. The power of the dragon pulse also cannot suck up the energy needed to activate the procedure unless it is a special land called the 'Dragon Hole (Voltex)'. For this reason, the handler that is activating Copes Recycling cannot move in a double sense."

That's what Rosé says, the weakness of the degraded version of "Corps Recycling".

If the surgeon, who is the starting point, is defenseless and crushes it there, the surgical ceremony will also be annulled - it was too crude a flaw to call it a weakness anymore.

"- but I won't let you notice it there...... no, even if you do, it's the sigloss that prevented you from going back. The man, as soon as he killed his father, finished the" Corpse Recycling "to its present form and attacked the city with members. But I don't care what you think, such as the benefits of destroying the city of Lisark. Suppose there's a purpose - he took as many as three thousand victims [just to make other members do irrevocable things]."

……

I accidentally took my breath away. From the neighbor Hannu, I feel like I heard a gibberish and a toothpick.

It was an incredible story in my common sense. I don't understand a thought circuit that thinks about killing a lot of people for that much, that much reason.

"Or maybe you thought about broiling me out already hiding at that point. You won't believe it, but he's - that's the kind of man Siglos is. He's cunning, cruel, obstinate, paranoid... and he's not something the rest of us can understand."

As I listened to Mr. Rosé, I felt that the image of a person named Siglos, which I had yet to see, became a drooling black mass rather than a person's form.

'Cause, yeah. It's like there's no match between what you're thinking and what you're doing. I can't even feel the dust on the calculation of the damage or the mercy or reluctance.

In other words, it is equal to a natural disaster. Unmerciful, cruel, overwhelming - but there [for no reason]. It's just that there's a mass of power.

A self-conscious monster who kills and probably will continue to kill large numbers of people in the city of Risark, because he wants to move things the way he wants them to.

The devil - that name passed my brain.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Rosé lowers his voice and vomits his words like cold air.

"- My aim is to kill Siglos with this hand and take my father's revenge. I'm not going to line up the beauty of this matter. I can't tell you if my mouth is torn for the sake of those who have died so far, or for the sake of the victims who may continue to leave. I want to kill him only with personal grievances."

So when I set aside for a beat, Mr. Rose narrowed his eyes and looked at me and Hannu mutually.

"- Do you still want to help me or help me? I warn you clearly, Siglos is a dangerous man. Even if not, the" artifact holder "has great power. If it involves you any more, I can't guarantee your safety. - Please, it's the afterlife." Please take your hand away from me. I will definitely pay for Hercules. Fortunately, the insurance money was going to go down the other day for the destruction of Rizalk's residence. That, combined with the money I sold the components I own, would be a lot of money, I think. "

I'm here with Kachin.

I thought I'd come this far and still say that.

Mr. Rosé doesn't seem to understand.

I'm not talking about money.

I don't...

――

I opened my mouth to yell at him straight away, but I froze along the way. I lose my words and stare at Rosé's face. [M]

Mr. Rosé was crying.

Without changing his face like Nobu's, he was still weeping from both eyes of amber.

"... please. Really...... please"

A fine, trembling voice. Shizuku, overflowing from his eyeballs, propagates his cheeks into a thin river, dripping off his chin. She shuddered when her long, thin eyelashes swept away like she couldn't handle it.

It's so suspicious, but when I touch it, my body starts to shake in small pieces. To get some disturbed breathing done, Mr. Rose breathed just a little louder,

"- Mr. Rag, Princess Xiaolong... I think you guys are very good people. It's been a long time since I've seen you, and I'm so glad you're so close to me. But - no, that's why... I can't involve you two. Please. I don't want you guys to get scratched. I don't want you to die.... I know you're saying something selfish. But... please, please. Could you leave it all to me?"

Tears like a broken doll, never keeping your face distorted - no, it's not. [Without removing the mask], Mr. Rose repeats, "Please".

How would that have felt?

He's killed his real father, visited this floating city in search of strength to take that revenge, and he's taken a pact when he throws everything but his life, this man.

I wonder how much fury you hid beneath this faceless expression.

I can't possibly understand it if I'm not a party. But I can if I can imagine.

The grievances that killed the flesh parents. Hate for Signos that he was also a brother. "Volkling Circus," a responsibility as the daughter of its founder, has corrupted into a terrorist group. Guilt for those killed in the surgical ceremony his father was developing. The pressure is that I have to pull the curtain.

The more I think about it, the more I think I must have cried out without patience. Mr. Rosé, however, suppresses all those emotions, freezes his mind, wears a mask and is here.

I've killed myself and moved on.

Just by myself.

"Please. Please, please."

At last, Mr. Rosé drowned his head. Ashgrey's hair curtains and hides her face.

――――

My chest hurt.

What were you doing, me? If you think about it, you know what I mean. Mr. Rose tried to keep us away because a man named Siglos was too dangerous. You didn't look at us and explain the situation because you cared to keep us involved.

But I didn't realize anything, and I hunted Mr. Rosé down with good intentions. In the mask that should have been compressed and cured, I put a ". The tears that Mr. Rosé is now shed are the ones that have leaked out of him.

The more I had to untie my heart and finally spit out the truth, the more I drove Mr. Rosé into it.

I think to Rosé, who leans down, shakes her shoulders small and cries,

- Mr. Rose, that's a mistake. If you say it in the game, it's called bad hands.

Hannu next door moved and felt signs of breathing heavily. That would be so. Hannu listened to this story and couldn't have kept quiet. Loltrinse, don't be ridiculous, don't lick your concubine, such a despicable man and other concubine hands will blow you away - or something.

"Wait, Hannu"

So I raised one hand and took control of her.

"... What is it, Lato? I have to tell my concubine something."

Blocked from what I want to say, Hannu smokes in incomplete combustion makes a grumpy voice. But...

"Yeah, I know. But I'll take care of it."

I'll ask Hannu again after I tell him so.

"- What did Hannu think when he heard the story now? Afraid after all? Pulled?

Of course, the response is as expected. Hannu, uh, snorted,

"That's not a stupid question. Lortolinze missees the power of the concubines. The concubine is very unpleasant. And that's what you do -"

Hannu hangs up his words once and looks at my palm, which he kept up to restrain.

Shivering in disguise, my hand.

"... lato. Seems like you really need some mental training. Did you think as much about this as you did about it?

I respond honestly to Hannu, who puts Heterochromia in his eyes and asks him in an exhausting voice.

"... yeah. Honestly, I'm a little freaked out, I guess... Yeah, sorry. Lies. Pretty scary. And now you want to get away with it."

Sadly, the feeling that my hair is sticking doesn't disappear from earlier, and my voice is so unstable that if I'm caught off guard, I'm going to flip. The same goes for a man named Siglos, whom Mr. Rosé talks about, and I can't stop imagining what I would do if a large army of servants SB I saw on the news attacked this city.

Ha, and Hannu takes one big sigh.

"Then what? You think he's right, taking a big hand?

"Yeah."

I immediately shook my head to the side when I was thrown away. [M]

I'm as timid as I look, but I'm so sorry about the bottom of my heart right now, and I want to get away with it, but I'm so freaked out that it's frosty on my spine.

But, but...

That's why

"The other way around. Because I'm scared... because I'm so scared of things - so I'll definitely help Mr. Rose. Whatever it is, don't hold your hand."

I told him.

――――

Slowly Mr. Rosé raises his face. He stared at me with a face that pulled in too many tears of surprise.

What look do I have now? [M] Maybe he even looks like he's laughing because of the horns in his mouth that were drawn to him by fear. I wish that face stretched hard on the gucci made me smile even if I was strong.

"... Lato, Odori..."

Hannu looks at my side and squeals. But eventually, he broke his mouth.

- Come on, that's my concubine's best friend.

Mm-hmm, I nodded happily many times.

"... Mr. Rag, Princess Xiaolong... how could you..."

It was when Mr. Rosé squeaked something like a sneer.

Ew, and a deep purple icon came up in front of my face, and I started flashing with chickens. At the same time, the only ringtone I can hear rings in my ears.

"- Huh?"

It's a direct call from the Navy.

The incoming icons about twenty centimeters in diameter displayed near my face are also visible to those around me as shared ARs. So even if you can't hear me, Hannu and Rosé know I'm getting incoming calls.

I wasn't expecting an incoming call at the right time. I panicked.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, wait a minute"

The minute I checked the name displayed under the icon - this is all I can see - wondering what was going on, my breath jammed as if I had been hit hard in the chest during the bundle.

Victoria van Fredericks.

"-Vi, Mr. Villy......!?

It wasn't enough for my consciousness to fly like one day, but I still think I'm going to be able to play my heart out of tension. I didn't know the surprise voice popped up, and besides, it was recognized as a gesture to turn on the call.

The call with Mr. Villey connects.

As soon as possible, the incoming icon unfolded and Mr. Villey's bust up in the center was shown in real time. The moment the correspondence was connected, Mr. Villey smiled like a rose bud blooming,

"Ah, Mr. Rug? I'm suddenly sorry. Can I have a moment?

"- Heh!? Oh, ha, yes! Yes, it is. It's okay!

It stretched my spine reflexively.

Naturally, I'm the only one who can see Mr. Villey's face, and I'm the only one who can reach his voice. From Hannu and Rosé, it would look like I'm playing alone towards the call app icon.

Nevertheless, my neighbor Hanu is already in swell mode because I ran Mr. Villey's name through his mouth. Ugh, I'm kind of uncomfortable...

"Maybe Princess Xiaolong is with you? I hope she gets mixed up in this story, too. '

Shaking the golden ponytail, which is no exaggeration to say a trademark, Mr. Villey said something truly gratifying.

"Yes, sir"

This is a boat crossing. I offered my hand to Hannu,

Hannu, Mr. Villey wants to talk to Hannu.

"Ho?"

Hannu, a Kyoton, would be half unconscious, taking my hand like a cat with a hand. "When you want to communicate between SEAL Navigators, if you want to register your account properly, if that's a hassle, it's possible to achieve this in direct contact.

…………

I guess it's because the air was completely destroyed just now, in an unspeakable way by Mr. Rosé - well, it doesn't change the way I looked at it - I was looking over here. I don't know, it doesn't mean anyone's bad, but I feel terribly sorry for it. I need to apologize properly later because the story is in the form of being slashed off in a bad way.

"Oh, is that Villy? I see. It looks like this."

Seeing Mr. Villey in the call icon, Hanu glitters his eyes like a young child and closes his face. The call was shared so she could see Mr. Villey, too.

This call app icon is a display, but it also serves as a camera that sends us over there. In other words, peeking in icons equals peeking in again from over there.

Kusu, Mr. Villey laughed small.

"Hey, Princess Xiaolong, it's close. Your face is too big for me to see you, Rag. '

"Oh? Oh? This is it?

Hannu, who has yet to know exactly how the communication works, adjusts the distance with intuition, taking note of Mr. Villey's point. Moving around, eventually putting my butt on my lap. - That? Oh, why? - The puffy cheeks, they stick to my cheeks a little bit.

Me and Hannu literally took the form of side-by-side faces with their hands held together.

No, you know, I don't need to snuggle this far...

Again, Mr. Villey laughed, Ugh,

"You're still close, both of you."

"That's not normal. What's more important than that, Villy? The concubines are in the middle of something important right now. If there's anything I can do for you, it's just a matter of time."

Hmm, and Hannu, who sounded his nose but not too rough, pointed a fan remote control of the Pi, Zhengtian spirit symbol at Mr. Villy in the video. Every time Hanu speaks, vibrations come to me with my cheeks stuck together, and the voices I hear with my ears mix with the waves I feel with my skin, making it difficult to hear them subtly. Also, Hannu's body temperature is very low.

"Well, let's be serious, 'cause it's not even like we're actually very comfortable with each other."

Yes, I prefaced then changed my expression, and Mr. Villey got to the point.

"Do you know 'Volkling Circus' that's been on the news lately? - You seem to know that face. Then it's quick. As a matter of fact, we think they're likely to come to this float rise, and we're turning to the city manager and the other explorers. It's a group of people who have committed terrorism of that magnitude, and if it turns up, we have to respond in an organized way. Besides, they're attacking a redemption center near Dragon Forest to get tons of components. There will be a lot of casualties like this. I was meeting with the city guard just now about the evacuation route and the evacuation site of the residents - speaking of which, remember you guys. Mr. Rug, Princess Xiaolong. This is a formal request that I'm talking to the mayor of the city about - and if so, I need your help. I was wondering if you could help.

Maybe I look like a frog stared at by a snake right now. Must be blue, with a vague smile stretched hard on the cock. The bloody sound and the sudden drop in body temperature will be transmitted without a shortage to the Hannu in contact.

There was something wrong between them. Just in front of me right now, there's someone involved in that 'Volkling Circus', there's no way I can say that very much. Besides, I even know the names and principles of the masterminds, on the day I said what.

- No, I guess I should say it if it's true. When [then] comes, something happens that is not a joke. You should definitely share some information.

But then - what happens to Mr. Rosé?

Detention, interrogation, transfer of responsibility - all the unpleasant predictions come first. It's about Mr. Villey, so you won't just act irrational over her chivalry, but.

What will happen to her grief, which was revealed earlier, quietly, to spit blood? I said I wanted to take my father's revenge with that hand, Mr. Rose's thoughts.

"- Hmm... I know if you mean them. I will return to heaven without leaving any dust in the folds that appeared before my concubines, even if they were not asked to."

You must have guessed from my skin that Hannu opened the fan remote and hid his mouth, taking it that way with his usual cool gaze.

The strays that have arisen in me have not yet disappeared. Impulsively, I want to smash everything into Mr. Villey - and I have myself that way.

However,

"Wow, I get it. Not at all. Please contact me whenever [then] comes. Shh, because I'll be rushing right away!

When I realized it, I was moving in and running like that. Smiling unnaturally loud.

'Cause, yeah. Didn't I just say it myself?

Whatever happens, we never abandon our people - that's our only absolute rule.

We will not betray Mr. Rosé. Mr. Rosé is already one of us.

Mr. Villey laughed as the sunflower blossomed.

'Thank you, both of you. I'm so glad. Well, if there's an emergency, there 'll be alarms all over the city.'

And the moment Mr. Villey said it, the sound of how it was designed to stir people's sense of agitation echoed.

――

The sound seemed to be heard from my own "SEAL", from speakers in the store, and from outside through the walls.

Then, at the edge of his vision, he said, 'Emergency evacuation alert. Immediately, evacuate to the nearest shelter' message pops up.

This deafening sound was apparently heard by Mr. Villey as well, and she, punched her hand,

'Yeah, that's just what it sounds like. Distribute in high multicast to all parts of the city, so whenever and wherever you are…'

So I stopped saying, fit, and froze like time had stopped.

I hardened too. [M]

Hannu is also stopped.

Mr. Rosé wasn't moving in the first place.

Still, the sound that stirs anxiety doesn't stop ringing.

In a moment, Mr. Villey flies a sharp voice like a slash directly beside him.

"- Karellen!"

Confirming.

Mr. Karel's voice has been interrupting communications. If you notice, the label 'Karellen Olstead' has already been added under Mr. Villey's name.

'- I got confirmation. It's not a false alarm. Looks like SB's appearing all over the city. We can't be sure yet, but we should almost certainly see' Volkling Circus' coming out '

I think Mr. Karel's calm settling is something similar to Mr. Rose's mask. It's not even hard enough to call it a mask, but there's too little clearance to call it a curtain. The voice announcing the emergency at this time also had the audible sound of not being flat and making people feel that danger was approaching that close.

"- No way, are you [here]?

Unexpectedly Mr. Rosé kicked his chair and stood up. He stares at me with an amber eye.

This emergency evacuation alert has naturally reached Mr. Rose's "SEAL." The message only says, "Go to the shelter anyway," but a little thought should make it easy to see what's going on.

Mr. Villey, the call icon, breathed briefly, stopped,

- Mr. Rag, Princess Xiaolong, you're right. Because I just told you, it just seems [here]. I need your help. "

I can't deny it over this period. Me and Hannu both look at each other, all together and nod back.

Mr Karel's report from the sidelines.

'Location identified. There are currently six confirmed "occurrence areas" - no, seven - eight. It is scattered between east, west and north of Float Rise and is currently in the process of verifying legality. Evacuation and rescue have begun with vigilantes deployed in their respective areas and the explorers on site. Total number of current SBs, visually about - 3000 - no 5000. But given the number of components of the redemption center that were attacked -'

Things change from sight to sight, and Mr. Karel still speaks without being able to wolf.

And stabbed the desperate numbers into our chests as light as a knife.

"- After that, more than 200,000 should come out"

"To, ju......!?

I had no choice but to put an end to it. I hear that the number of people who destroyed the local city of Lisark was about 1000. Of course, Lisark and Float Rise are not the same size and population, and if you say it's commensurate with size, it's commensurate with...

Mr. Villey, who had grabbed the information beforehand, closed his eyes and frowned at the roots of his eyebrows in the wind that this time had finally come. But it was only for a moment that I lay down my eyelids. The next time I open my eyes, the brilliance of readiness shines through my crimson eyes.

- We have to do it. We just have to do it. "

As if to tell herself, said the woman known as Miss Sword.

"Mr. Rag, Princess Xiaolong, you both have to be ready. What we're about to start with is not easy to suppress terrorists. This is- '

Mr. Villey utters the word.

Exactly now, in just one word, the situation that this floating city is trying to fall into.

This is war.