Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Strella as the current men... approached her dog pouch, loosely, as if it wasn't in its eyes.

Against her like that, the men didn't hesitate, they tried to jump.

... but

"What the hell... that's a hell of a force, huh?!

"Heavy!"

"Ugh?! ♪ Bakiba kick ♪

Whether he lay his hands on the stretcher or tried to seize it, he could not even slow down his walking speed, instead of holding his body down.

At the end of the sentence, she crushed me and even began to come out to those who would crush the bones in my body.

Then,

"Come on... then you just have to stop!

One of the men said such a thing and stabbed a spear, possibly poisoned, into a skirt in a pink dress where Strella's legs would be hidden, the same one that stabbed him in the pouch.

They paralyzed him with poison and thought about rendering him powerless.

... Of course, with such a spear of manpower, you can't even pull out the stratum corneum of her skin...

Bakin!

You got pinched between your legs, or Strella just took a step forward, and the metal part of the spear broke easily (yawning)...

"Then you're turning... this guy..."

"At the time I was wearing a dress in the mountains, I felt like that..."

"Magic! If it's magic, you can burn it! Go get the wizard!

Never minding the men interacting like that, Strella, who reached the pouch, struck that white hand, which floated even in the dark of the night, on the cheek of the pouch, which was damp with blood.

"Pooch, no..."

And Strella whining her name.

Then...

"Kun..."

Porch has barely replied, though it was a very weak squeal.

"You, live... eh!

At that moment, Strella pours an enormous amount of magic into the recovery magic generation circuit, pointing its field of power at the pouch.

Gogogogogogogo...

It is the body of Strella, built on Lucia's somatic cells.

Her magic couldn't be weak like that... she exercised restorative magic on a wounded pouch all over her body, leaking magic powerful enough to twist and bend the surrounding space.

... but...

"Kun..."

The wound was blocked and some of the condition seemed to be back in the pouch, but until the poison that had turned to its body, it seemed impossible to erase it with the restorative magic of Strella, and it never stood still...

"Pooch..."

Strella leans over with her hands on her pouch, feeling impudent about her lack of strength.

On the other hand...

Seeing the difference between the magic so great that it twisted and bent the space and the absolute strength (from my side), the men who had been thinking of attacking Strella until earlier had been consolidated on the spot without being able to do anything.

To flee, to fight, to call for help, to beg for his life, as he had forgotten all about it, was to stand still.

If, at this point, you were able to escape... no, would it be impossible to escape at any cost?

Because...

"... I'm blind! Everybody disappear and disappear!

For when Strella glanced at them standing behind herself, as if she remembered, she exercised a certain magic, as if it were an eight hit...

... fuel vaporization bombs.

So powerful, those who witnessed the explosion were nuclear weapons?!, is a weapon with the anecdote of mistaken.

It's a seemingly mere gas explosive bomb that sprays ultra-high temperature flammable gases into the air that have become in a special condition and naturally ignites after mixing with enough air...

While its explosive power is also robust, it is said that the true value lies in its shockwave and harmful gas production, as well as the elimination of oxygen from the air, preventing the organism from being able to breathe...

Of course, there is no such weapon in this world where science has not advanced, and the concept is never known...

... So no one could understand the cause other than Strella, who was on the spot about what happened.

Dogowong!!

Shortly after Strella expanded the wind magic around herself and her pouch, the whole black sky burst out of nowhere.

If I were to go into more detail, would it have catalyzed the free demon particles (raw materials of magic) that were drifting through the air, and the fire magic of the strella propagated, and the air slightly off the surface was heated to one (...) simultaneous (...), causing a sudden phenomenon of gas expansion?

It differs as a physical phenomenon from a fuel vaporization bomb... about the point where no toxic gas was produced because it didn't actually burn fuel, but still people's breathing would stop easily due to anaerobic lungs caused by shock waves, etc, so there wouldn't be a huge difference as a result.

And such a shockwave was nothing more than crushing people's lungs.

The whole wave flattened and poured down to the surface, crushing everything naturally, as if an invisible wall had descended from the sky.

Forest trees, village houses, flowers and grasses growing on the ground, plus small animals and people...

He pressed all of it relentlessly, as if it had never happened from the beginning.

And the only thing left there as a result... was Strella and Porch.

"... I knew someone could be dead..."

As soon as I unlocked the wind magic that was surrounding me and Porch, I saw the hot wind that was pushing me over and the men who were rolling there and scratching the algae and mouthing such a twinkle. Strella.

For once, the output seemed to have been suppressed, but in fact, it seemed to me that the men who seemed to bend in front of me suffered, so maybe they killed someone.

"... you should have at least checked to see if those people under those pine lights were from the settlement or if they were one of these guys..."

She now regretted her actions as she turned her eyes to the small, tall hills that were now dark.

Then, at that time... the face I found out before her appears.

Bun...

"Strella!"

With her shoulder rub, it is a canopy that should have been asleep.

Perhaps Hermes woke me up and chased me about Strella.

"... that you wake up a lot faster"

It was such a light-hearted strella against him, but...

"I was worried about you!

"What..."

Canopes have been stuffed in a way that is not an act.

"Are you hurt... hmm!? An arrow stabbed me in the shoulder...!

"No, I'm just caught in my clothes." Hih.

With that said, a strella that removes a metal spear without a thing.

"Oh well... there's a spear in my skirt...!

"No, because this is just catching on too"

That's what she said, she took off the spear.

Then lift your skirt and show Canopus that you're not injuring your leg.

"See?

To her like that...

"... Strella. What the hell are you doing?

With that said, Canopus turns a strange look.

"... it's nothing."

Without changing her complexion in particular, and to the canopy she spoke so, Strella turned to her face, reddening only a little after releasing the skirt she was grabbing...

Then she turned her gaze to the view on the other side of the mountain, where the moon was still going to sink, and after a small sigh, she began to talk about the backdrop of things to Canopus.

What I've done so far aboard the Porch, that there were no thunderdragons in or around the village, that the thugs attacked me instead, that they hurt my Porch, and that I destroyed everything...

Canopus said briefly, listening quietly to explanations similar to those of her penance, and after she had finished telling them everything.

"... I'm glad there's nothing"

"... Huh? That's all?"

As for Strella, he seemed to think that he could be blamed for the fact that he might have killed people, destroyed a lot of forests, and crushed a whole village, but his response was different from what he expected.

"Even though you might have killed people?

"... those who are there, though at least they don't look dead?

"What... no..."

Strella tries to remember if she gave an explanation not only for the men there, but also for the villagers who may be evacuating, against the canopus who say so without changing their expression.

It was important, so I definitely meant not to cover it up and explain it... but it didn't seem to make sense to Canopus.

Therefore, it will be explained as supplementary.

"Uh, I'll explain one more time..."

and it was when Strella tried to explain.

Ever since we met, it shouldn't have happened, but Canopus opened his mouth trying to block her words.

"Strella. Are we going home?

In the wake of his words like that, Strella turns her narrowed gaze towards Canopus.

Later she closed her eyes trying to think about Canopus' verbal paraphony.

... I mean, he didn't see anything, and he didn't hear anything, I guess it's a stance.

And to that word, if Strella is spoiled, he must accept her as always.

But whether Strella would accept it was another story.

Is it good that you keep sweetening to his words and forget what you've done...

She was unknown and unhappy with such a sense of sin.

"(The real meaning of regret... this is what happened)"

Strella finally realizes that by what she did, she loses her place where she was comfortable.

... but she couldn't take the option of disappearing and walking away from the front of the canopy.

It was literally out of the question, such as disappearing because of his own non-existence, than being sent to Merclio by Waltz.

... hence she decides to go into certain actions in order not to get her place dirty (injured) any further.

"... father. Later, please."

When Strella said so, she bowed her head with humility, and then laid her hands against the sky.

"What the hell...?!

... and Canopus lost his word.

Because...

Gogogogogogogo...

And so much magic that rocked the ground was released from the strella... and because she began to float into the universe.

"(Ah... this is how you use gravity-controlled magic... I can't. It's an output that I can't always use...)"

Strella thinking about that while slowly floating in the air.

Then she exercised the extra-large magic... which, too, was healing magic.

The subject... was for all the things that I had hurt myself...