Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Dogowong!!

Among the black-black submarines that sound and shock like that...

"Shit! What a cutting-edge weapon!

A former angel, a certain man who was disgusted by the very existence of the present Merclio government... was throwing up such a vice against the submarine on which he was himself.

"All hands off the ship. Hurry up!!

"My ear hurts because of the explosion..."

"Hey! Somebody know my demon props for underwater breathing!

In addition to him, there seemed to be survivors, all of whom, at the same time, seemed to be preparing to escape.

... rather than say that even if the injured are there, the dead are not miraculously out...

detonate as a launch (?) The missile you did was explosive (?) either because of poor performance or it didn't seem to have much power when it exploded.

"How can the Ecclerians fight with all this crap?! Die on the experimental bench?! Ah?"

Suddenly, while rumbling... a man who is using some magic to stop the water from pouring in.

Such a small, fat, middle-aged man in a black cap colored with gold embroidery spoke to him.

"It helps! Chief engineer!"

"If you have time to say something, get off the boat now, baldy!

"Hey... ma, I'm not bald yet! ♪ Killah ♪

With that said, it was... it was the captain of this ship who fled the scene while spilling liquids out of his eyes that he was not sure were sweaty or tearful...

I guess when I say it's on board, I don't take my hat because... there's a good reason...

"Damn, I can't afford this guy all the time. Damn..."

Inside the ship... running in a maiden run for some reason, to a middle-aged captain in sailor clothes, with a disgusting gaze, a frowning engineer chief.

Ahead of such a captain was not a bridge section with submarine entrances and exits... now it was like a steering room where nothing was supposed to be possible.

"... is he stupid? We're all running out in the water, and you're gonna stay alone till the end? You really are an idiot who can't help it."

That's what he said and sighed, staring at the crack in the ceiling and adjusting the magic for the water stop.

The crack... was made when the missile exploded or detonated at close range.

Even though the explosion was small, the ship had large holes and cracks.

Leaving him alone without doing anything, the boat would instantly be filled with water from the lake... but he was spared rapid flooding thanks to the fact that he was stopping the water from flowing in by magic.

For that reason, the majority of the sailors had succeeded in escaping on their own.

But as he did, those who supported the escape of his companions, and those who intervened with their injured companions, or who, like the earlier captain, did not give up steering the ship until the end, remained in the sinking ship.

To buy them all time to escape... the chief engineer was exercising his magic without escaping.

When he started exercising junctional magic to prevent flooding, and some time later...

"You've been quiet... Has everyone escaped?"

The chief engineer unwittingly floats a gracious look he usually doesn't show because he feels that people's hustle and bustle has disappeared from around him.

He seems to have since decided to continue to stop the water just in case, thinking about his companions who might be trying to escape out of sight of him.

Then not long after, he is specific to those who eat with technology (?) Start talking to yourself.

"The beginning of the tsuke... was that you truly took those idiots' words..."

With that said... the engineer chief remembers when he received this ship from his neighbor Eccleria.

"I can't believe we can use this ship to avenge the people who took the life of the former king... I wonder why I really got that crap..."

If you attack while hiding in the water, you can win without difficulty...

He regretted once again, remembering that word, which the Eclerians had told him, and the excitement when he first saw this submarine... but considering that there was no way he could fundamentally beat the whites (energy) that floated in the sky.

"Really, I wonder what kind of weapon you're loading... no, I wonder how you're flying in the first place..."

Lately, I've noticed that I've always thought to myself about that big white ship floating in the sky, and he...

"... damn it!

... he was poisoned again, as if to refrain himself from admiring his enemies.

"... is it time for him to say tide time?

I wasn't sure in person how long I had been delaying (fumbling) my thoughts, but I thought the right time had passed, and he seemed to have decided to break free of the junctional magic that had kept the leaking water in and escape himself.

"Hope you all make it out of here..."

And he... unraveled the magic of the junction.

Zabah!!

At that moment, the water in the lake flows well into the ship.

As that water fills the ship, the barometric pressure on board increases and irritates his ears undeniably...

"Damn, my ear hurts..."

That's what I said, swallowed a spit, adjusted the barometric pressure in my ear, and then...

"Whoa, I forgot. Put this in your mouth... ah?

When he tried to put a magic prop like a beaver in his mouth to breathe in the water... he realized there was.

"Hmm? Is anybody still...?

No one is supposed to be here anymore, but the noise other than the water flowing through... in short, I felt like I could hear the talk coming from the end of the aisle.

"That stupid captain..."

At the end of that aisle, there was only a steering room, so it seemed that the captain appeared to have floated behind his brain earlier running in a disgusting way.

"... you're talking about him, so even a non-functional steering wheel is wasting its time spinning around... Leave me alone or run..."

Technician chief thinking about abandoning the captain who has long considered it unfavourable in many ways.

... but somehow, his legs, they move on to the steering room.

"... hell, he's the one who can take care of him"

With that said, he came all the way to the front of the steering room... but without entering the room, in front of that door, which was just a little empty, he stopped his legs down.

"... what are you talking about?

There should only be one person in the room, but the chief engineer tilting his neck to hear two voices.

When he whispered in his ear... there was this exchange between the captain and someone.

"... Again, on this experimental vessel, it seems we couldn't stand the launch of the missile. Missiles also seem to still have difficulties with the material on the nozzle, which exploded before launching. The quality of explosives is also likely to be challenging."

'Was it? I can't help that. Sadly, I thought I could take data from the battle with the enemy ship... but that means the crap was only the crap I was talking about...'

"Yes... That, as well as the low level of crew proficiency, is also considered to be the cause of this experimental failure. After all, it may have been a little too difficult for those in this world with low intellectual levels to manipulate."

Such a captain and mysterious figure (?) Listen to the conversation...

Dogowong!

"Hey! I'm sorry! What the hell is this all about!? Ah?!

The engineer kicked in the door of the steering room and broke into that steering room where the captain was located.

"... I'm sorry. I'm in the way. As soon as the process is complete, we will vote back."

'Okay. Good luck...'

After noticing the broken in engineer chief and interacting like that with the person on the other side of the communications demon prop that was embedded in the steering panel... the captain looked back at the angry visitor and said.

"Oh, hey, chief engineer. If we don't get out of here soon, this ship will sink, right?

With that said... as usual, a captain with a carefree grin about people.

Even if I knew such a sub audio hidden in his attitude and words... but the chief engineer who couldn't ignore the content of the earlier conversation...

"... hey, you betrayed me from the start, didn't you?

I tried to represent the words of the other former angels involved in this case, and I threw that question at them.

Then...

"... I'm sorry I tried to miss you"

As the captain put it, with a sincerely unfortunate look on his face... he took a tool out of his trouser pocket, like a handle on a barrel of metal, and pointed the hole towards the engineer.

"... damn it!

Bread!

Bread!

Bread!

The chief engineer, who had been asked by the captain himself that the tool was a weapon called a 'pistol', managed to turn himself over and avoid direct bullet fire thanks to his understanding of the nature of the weapon - that is, the straightening of the metal pieces.

The captain who fired the pistol, either because he was unfamiliar with the handling of the gun or because he handled it with one hand, could be said to have caused the engineer to succeed in avoiding the bullet.

However, because of that, the bullet that flew in the direction of not...

Kang!

Kang!

After bouncing against metal walls and pipes about twice...

Dochu!

... unlucky and hit the chief engineer's thigh.

"Huh! Fuck you!

Suddenly I thought I had a burning sensation on my thighs, and I couldn't help myself... and as my body leaned on its own, the chief engineer fell on the spot.

To him like that,

"... I appreciate what you did to make sure the victims were minimal. Some of those were important people... But that's a different story from this.... if you curse, curse your own bad luck."

Since the captain said those last words...

Bread!

Towards his forehead, he foamed his pistol with both hands so that he wouldn't take it off this time...

At that moment,

Busha!

And, blowing out, bright red blood.

It is a liquid of exactly the same color as the sole that the pouches were wearing around their mouths.

When I saw that blood, I opened my mouth to...

"... ah?

... Somehow, he was the chief engineer who was supposed to have been shot in the head.

And it was... it was the captain who lost his top from his torso that was blowing out that blood...

The chief engineer hardens with his mouth open, seemingly having no idea how this happened.

Then, from behind him, a voice accidentally flew in.

"Uh, I made a little mistake with the output. I knew people were brittle."

It is the voice of a girl with fox ears on top of her black hair, who appeared out of nowhere.

When she put her hands on her hips... she said to the blatant engineer chief.

"... well, you have three options, don't you? Biologically dead, socially dead, slaved at our place and made happy working till he died like a carriage horse, or, stre r... forced to work till he died in this country..."

"You got four... and you didn't mix the weird ones along the way?

"Nah, the details are good! So, which one do you choose?

"... if it's enough to sell your soul to the demon god, you die here d"

"Okay, second one."

"Hey, wait!

The chief engineer, who suddenly appeared, perceived that she was the 'demon god', the owner of the white hydride floating in the sky, tried to utter words of protest at her own initiative that the story had progressed... but apparently no choice had been made available from the outset, and his voice of protest had been completely thru...

"So, what's your name?

"What? Are you an idiot? Why do you have to call yourself an enemy?

"Ahhh. Well, I'll call it a proper name." Lolicon "... as it is not usable because it is apart," pervert "... is about the King of Endelusia..."

"... it's a blaze."

"Well, with baldness"

"Hey... hmm? You, no way from the beginning..."

"Well, let's go, shall we?

The demon waltz turns to the ceiling of the submarine, ignoring an inquiry from the chief engineer (Blaze).

And she,

Dogowong!!

And when we drilled a hole in the ceiling... we took a blaze that kept us in bad shape, and while we drew water with gravity control, we surfaced to the lake where the Strellas would wait...