Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Chu!

Dogowong!!

Cold air enveloping the ship of energy, along with the tiny rat chirping.

But because of that, someone never froze or hurt because

"You were in danger..."

Is it because Waltz managed to succeed in the magical seizure of rat demons... every Magi Mouse?

Because of this, Magi Mouse seems to have ice soaked her magic in her body.

"Hey, what is this Magi Mouse?!

Magi Mouse uses such mighty magic as you've never seen.

Eve, who was next to Waltz, shouted in surprise as she accidentally grabbed the hem of Waltz's clothes because she was merely a small mouse whose appearance was only about the size of the child's palm, but didn't know where such mighty magic would come from in that body.

"This rat... is a magpie mouse used to experiment with genetic manipulation..."

and waltz eyeing the black roman numbers that were written on the back of the magpie mouse.

They were so-called guinea pigs to treat Leah's 'Difficulty Losing Magic at will when left alone', the wizard of a brave party sleeping in the infirmary.

To put it in more detail, it is a magnimouse engineered with a gene to elucidate its principles under the idea of making Leah a magic specific by utilizing a 'magic specific' mechanism capable of creating enormous amounts of magic in the body.

To date, hundreds, thousands, or even thousands of Magi Mouse have been created subject to that experiment, but individuals who did not express their nature as magic specifics... that is, almost all of them, were subject to disposal.

But disposing of them was also, and simply irresponsible to Catalina, who was too kind (?) Waltz couldn't help it... they had no choice but to use Lucia's metamorphosis magic to dump the Magi Mouse on a deserted island floating at sea south of South Fortress.

This time, apparently, part of that magpie mouse actually has the nature of a magic specificity, and it's gone beyond the sea and back to the mainland...

"Isn't that right?

From Waltz's mouth, Eve leaning his neck, for the words of the spell crook have popped up.

In part, even with her knowledge of the modern world, she didn't even seem to know the word 'genetic manipulation' on a boulder.

It wasn't waltz that answered her question like that, it was Cortex.

"Genetic manipulation means ~... simply put, it modifies the inside of the mouse's body as it pleases. It feels like, for example, ~... very fast legs, smarter minds, etc. ~"

and Cortex to describe it in a terminal way.

When Waltz explained... she seemed to think it would be an explanation that was too fractured appropriately to know what it was, or too detailed to know what she was talking about, and she broke in while Waltz explained.

... No, correctly, there was something I wanted to say to Waltz and I didn't want to be interrupted by anything else, should I?

"... by the way, sister ~? ♪ Chuckle ♪

Cortex turns to waltz with a grin that looks like it was pointing toward the bright white ground you were seeing from inside the bridge.

And she asked... what was so inconvenient for Waltz.

"One thing this time... the killer was your sister ~...?

"Huh? No, no, we don't know yet, do we? Maybe Around Al OO (Pea) Le just sprinkled a bunch of Magi Mouse, a magic specific..."

"... Huh."

In the end, even in that case, it was the waltzes who dumped Magimouse alive, so the cause remains the same... Cortex just told the waltz such a complaint that he sighed loudly and then mumbled after realizing that nothing would solve the problem.

And that's when,

... Chu!

It's like I've heard somewhere lately... such a ringing suddenly echoed around.

At that moment,

Kachin...

Cortex turns bright white in the way that the phonetic sound fits... and solidifies.

By the time my buddies noticed how it was... it was all over already, and I froze (...) et al. (...) the killer had neglected to disappear from the spot until the Cortex was white.

There's no sign of him escaping on board, so he probably went back outside...

"Ahhh... That rat, if you think he's frozen, you're still alive..."

From the waltz I couldn't see Cortex's body getting in the way, but apparently Magimouse wasn't frozen by his magic or dead...

"Ko, Master Cortex?!

Suddenly my own boss (?) has solidified into a kachikachi... and Eve, who saw it, shuddered with a wana wana, asked him if he was cheap against the Cortex.

The appearance of Cortex in Eve's eyes like that... must probably already look hopeless.

Others, hunters, syranuis, and flying dragons all seemed bewildered by Cortex's sudden passing (because of it) when they looked at him with their eyes pointed and a surprised look.

Until a few seconds ago, I was showing good health...

Only such an idea would be swirling in my head.

... and, well, if you don't know the circumstances, it seems natural to see how she is and think so, but on the other hand, Waltz and Atlas, who know all about her from the heavenly edge of the beast ear to the tip of the tail, seemed a little different.

"... Cortex, what are you doing?

Waltz asks Cortex as he narrows his eyes and looks bright white and frozen.

Meanwhile, Atlas, who was next to Cortex, also seemed to be uncomfortable with how Cortex was doing, and he tried to open his mouth more or less with his neck hanging.

"After all, isn't that it? weak maiden vibration r"

Dogowong!

"Gu Hu?!

... But Atlas, who had his whole body tied up, sinks into the floor with fierce momentum as the string that was attached to his neck was suddenly pulled down.

The tip of the red string that was stretching out of his neck like that... was, of course, in Cortex's hands.

"... at all ~. I hope you don't interfere because you're pretending people got hit because of you ~. This doesn't make for an inspiring resurrection scene ~..."

And when he mouthed it, Cortex moved out again as if nothing had happened, dropping the frost that had been on his body.

Against her like that...

For a different reason than earlier, my fellow eye dots, showing surprise.

If I thought I was dead, I would actually live without a problem...

Even without putting it to words, it would go without saying that the gaze of our fellow men was telling that story.

"Totally ~. Isn't there no way I can get killed (fucked) for this extent ~? What if it's going to be a real big deal ~... I'll use the meat wall (Atlas) nearby first to make sure it's safe somehow ~? Right ~? Atlas ~?

"I don't like... I don't want to answer that question..."

Because he remained tied up, he couldn't even get up off the floor... Atlas responding with his body stretched out, depressed and lying down, looking like a bottom of his heart.

"Yes, sir. Cortex? It's time to let go of that little animal (Atlas) or it'll be a meat chunk, not a wall of meat, on a level that won't really spill, will it?

The next time he was attacked, Waltz advised him so, considering that there was nothing particularly wrong with the extent to which equivalent magic would fly.

Then Cortex,

"... right ~. It's only a mere foolishness to waste your knight's meat chunks because of it ~. I have no choice.... Look, you're going home to nature safely ~?

After talking in a mouthful like letting go of a butterfly caught in a bug basket,

Buti buti buti...

And, five times the piano wire seems to be made of a sturdy misrill, pulled bare hands to cut a thin spider yarn or something.

At that time, when Atlas

"Cancer! Squeeze! Squeeze!

And, I was signing up for gibberish while tapping on the floor, but in fact, there never seemed to be a red mark on my skin with a wire or a squeeze of wire holding my breath.

Note that for that reason, Cortex didn't add or subtract power, I'm just going to say...