Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"Uh... I mean, you were more technologically developed in this world than we thought,"

"That's not true!

A cigar-shaped submarine about 100 m long that suddenly appeared on the lake surface in a remote location.

At first glance, Waltz and Strella uttered such words to each other as they looked at its bright black appearance, indistinguishable from the pitch-black darkness, with eyes equipped with high-performance sensors.

"Ma, right... There's no such thing as a battleship in this world..."

"... right"

Turn around, you should see something (...) streamlined with a bright white color on top of the royal castle... Strella intentionally ignoring it and gaveling at her sister's words.

Then she said, arm in arm against waltz who came up to land.

"Maybe there's some technical information leaking from your sisters' mid Eden? Never heard of the Cortex building a submarine, did they?

"No, that's... I don't think so."

"... what do you mean?

When talking about technology to humans in this world, Strella, who knew about Waltz, who said like a cliche that the balance of the world was ~, asked with a frown because her sister's teeth had been cut badly for some reason.

"No? Cortex is teaching our royal castle clerks and Teresa a lot of things... I can't believe we all stopped by and made a single cylinder 3000cc or so reciprocal engine..."

"Why the Reciprocal Engine..."

"Come on? Isn't that because you wanted to make it? He wants to fly on his own plane, doesn't he?

"... it doesn't have anything to do with information control anymore..."

"I don't know all about what Cortex teaches everyone, but... you can't deny the possibility that there's a ship or something outside..."

That's what I said, sigh waltz.

If peaceful use is to use technology for a purpose yet, but if it was used as an instrument of war... it would mean that it was the self who made Cortex that brought the spark into this world, so Waltz seems to have accidentally held his head.

... but then soon, with a stiff look on her face, as if she remembered something, she opened her mouth again.

"Speaking of which, it's western than this country... was it Eclair?

"... eccleri (...) a, huh?

"Yes, yes. Is that cake (Eclair) or more creatures when cut (Planaria), a country with a name like that"

"Not at all..."

"I don't care what the name of the country is. I had a little trouble the other day, and I flew that much energy. So, you saw it there..."

"... what?

"Tank"

"... what?

Suddenly, a strella that seemed incomprehensible because of the emergence of words that did not fit into this world.

In her head, the word Sensha seemed to have been converted not only to tanks, but also to immortals, car washes... etc.

"Something like a major tank (MBT) with infinite orbit a long time ago. It didn't seem as complete as that, but fightin 'with manpower was the main battle style in this world, it was a totally over-specified weapon..."

"Maybe... the other side, seeing the energy, thinking the same thing..."

"So, what are you trying to say..."

Deciding not to listen to Strella... Waltz finally finished the long forethought and cut to the point.

"... I think there are not many people coming to this world from the modern world... So, I make tanks, I build submarines, I do whatever I want... targeted.... ma, we can't talk about people either..."

"... that means that that submarine was also built by the hands of people from the modern world?

"There's no certainty, though. But if you don't... me and Cortex, you're in a lot of trouble... As it were, I felt like I'd become a real demon, bringing every dispute into this world..."

"Yeah. It's too late for that, huh?

"What..."

I listen to Strella, who said it out without hesitation, and I suspect my microphone (ear) and it hardens me waltz...

Without putting the bewildered appearance of such a sister into sight... Strella continued her words as she turned her gaze to the submarine floating on the lake, including the colour of her anxiety.

"The story is that one day this world could perish because the sisters didn't control the information... well, honestly, it doesn't matter now. Anyway, now, how do you cook that big fat ass that was lurking in this lake at some point... That's the biggest problem, huh?

"... you did."

and hammering, but waltz worrying his head about how the big submarine in front of him came all the way to the lake surrounded by this mountain.

But when I mouthed that, I felt like I was breaking Strella's hip talking... and Waltz swallowed the question as it was, without putting it in his mouth.

Meanwhile, the story of Strella continues.

"It's easy to blow things up like this, but the ex-angels on board are the countries (...) the people (...) that we in the Merclio government are supposed to protect. Well, not all of them, not necessarily our people, but you want to catch them without killing them whenever possible..."

"... yes (I think you're too kind as a country leader... that's how Strella does it)"

"So we catch them all, then file them later as state treason, impose forced labor until they die..."

Waltz, who realized that his own sister apparently had only tyrants, was troubled with their heads about where the hell they (though) went the wrong way...

Even then, while it was important to think about what to do with the submarine, Strella kept talking about utilities using forced workers.

And around the corner where her story finally came to a paragraph... Waltz began to speculate on why the submarine that was lurking underwater had emerged.

"Still, why did it suddenly come to mind? It wasn't a shockwave of strength for people to die, so if a submarine is the target, I don't think it's a big deal..."

"Well... I thought the crew, unfamiliar with anti-ship combat, would be attacked because of an active sonar-like shockwave, so they came up to raise the white flag, didn't they?

"... but you didn't raise the white flag, did you?

"... didn't you have just the right cloth?

With such an exchange, two people make sure that the bridge portion of the cigar-type submarine does not have people in or out, nor does it look like it is raising a white flag.

And such a fold...

"... that?

Waltz seems to have noticed a small change in the submarine in the dark.

"The door to the... VLS (vertical firing device) -like part of the submarine, isn't it open? Guy like that urchin"

"... what? No, no way..."

Even so... certainly, from the dorsal part of the submarine, a strella that checks how eight or so large doors open upwards.

What that means is... that is, ballistic missiles, guided missiles, cruise missiles... in short, missile launch readiness.

"Are you going to shoot a missile?

"Come on... it doesn't seem like there's technology in this world about induction..."

With that being said... there was a mysterious sphere floating inside my own workshop in the village of Alc that only seemed like a flying dragon... and maybe there was information leaking out there about manufacturing integrated circuits... etc., Waltz recalls...

Gogogogogogogo...!!

A dazzling light leaked from the top of the submarine... and then a few seconds later, I heard a roar.

To that light and sound...

"What?!

"Grrr?!

"Mockingjay..."

and three poaches trying to lift their dripping dog ears as they mouthed their fifth beef jerky with a surprised look on their face.

Though not as good as they were, Waltz and Strella seemed stunned by the sight.

"... sister! Array, stop!

Strella said she thought that the destination of the missile, which was still about to be fired, was the royal castle or the energy that docked on it, and she raised her voice to make it sound waltz, unbeatable in size by the roaring noise around her.

Then not long after, from the white smoke and light blowing out of the top of the submarine, slowly floating cylindrical objects (missiles)...

... but the next moment,

Dogowong!!

And the missile suddenly explodes without a priori.

In addition.

That explosion appears to have hit the other VLS of the submarine directly at almost zero distance...

Dogowong!!

Dogowong!!

Because of the detonation into other missiles, or from the top of the submarine, a large firepillar rose up to continue standing...

"No, sister. Hey, that's too much, huh? You're not thinking about the safety of the crew, are you?

"No, I haven't done anything yet..."

"Well, what? You mean you failed to fire and self-destructed?

"... yeah. Maybe."

Understanding that Waltz had really done nothing, Strella frowned... right after that,

Dgowong...!!

I wondered if all the VLS hatches blew up and showed a magnificent firework-like glow... the submarine sank underwater again...