Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

In contrast to the royal capitals and royal castles bustling in the afternoon, there was a space in the basement of the castle where only the same sound resonated.

The sound seemed to be to those in this world... as if it were the whimpering of a little bird, or the sound of a high-pitched string... but that sound, which seems cold and hard, is unlikely to be either of them.

If you somehow fill the inhabitants of this world with expressions that you can see for that sound... mechanical sound.

Other than that, the exact words will probably not be found.

Pi... pi... pi... pi.

That noise, which rings about 74 times a minute apart, tall and ears, seemed to have been caused by someone who was in the room, but...

"... you're so loud"

The person who was causing it... the tempo itself seemed a little preoccupied with the beep sound of hearing impairment.

"(How to hang up, isn't there...... I have ear problems, so let's break it at this time)"

A large square device for carrying out maintenance, which was connected to my body by countless plumbing and cables.

From there, it sounded like a beep that matched his heart rate was a little too loud for his ear problems, and Tempo murmured such a vicious state in his head with an unsolicited (...) look on his face.

"(Something pointy, stabbing the metal plate of the piezoelectric speaker would make it a little quieter...)"

Like an alarm clock unwilling to wake my husband, towards a machine that is producing a half-sized beep sound... from the top of a large reclining sheet for maintenance, a tempo with a jito eye.

In her gaze like that... it's like a grudge against someone who would have built that device (?), but it seemed to include roughly 120%... well, that's the usual thing, so it wouldn't even be enough to take it away and say.

But did you also include in that usual gaze of tempo, an unusual and invisible force...

Pi... pi... buzz...

and, for some reason, a sudden silence, a simple maintenance device for homunculus.

... I'll tell you what, it wasn't a maintenance device, it got quiet because the tempo's heart stopped... not that.

"... Huh. Boulder, your sister's crap. Ignoring the failure rate curve (tub curve), did the product come to life... They say it's only been a little over two months since they made it, but it breaks already..."

After that much whining... but tempo to shut up for some reason.

I could see just a little shady in her faceless expression, which should be normal... because of the anxiety that one day her own neurotip, made on the waltz, might suddenly break, came up behind her brain...

"... shall we consider measures"

And she seems to have decided in her heart not to rely on her sister, who created herself, for everything she could manage on her own for an important system that is life-threatening.

"(But... well, if this is a good time, how did the maintenance device suddenly go down?

The tempo, which was nearing completion of maintenance, arose largely from the seat to explore the causes of the sudden shutdown of the maintenance device, which was the first reason for the rest, when all the connectors connected to the body were removed, sighing for at least three reasons.

And I tried to walk over to the maintenance device, which was a little far from the seat... at that moment.

Dogowong!!

The device... blew up suddenly.

Tempo gets a startling look on the boulder when he sees how it goes.

Then she got anxious that the things her sister made would explode like some feature show at the end of her life...

"... if I accumulate damage too, will it blow up like this..."

She lay herself on that device, which suddenly blew a fire and went black, with an unusual uneasy look on her face... when Tempo realizes that there is.

"... hmm? What is it, is this...?

It should also be noted that an unrecognizable green piping of about 70 mm in diameter, which was in the device that smoked (dull) the residual fire, came into her eyes.

"I don't think there was anything like this..."

Two months ago, when my sister and I (...) assembled this device (...), we definitely should not have used green plumbing or anything else...

However, the piping in front of the eye was stretched vertically and horizontally, as if its very existence were part of an important system in the apparatus.

Tempo seemed to be getting anxious when he saw that... his own memory area, having a defect and the memories he had saved in it, began to disappear on his own...

"Awkward... this is too awkward... We need to hurry up and think about what to do..."

And just like the trick my sister Waltz shows me from time to time, a tempo with a head.

Apparently her original personality is not so much different from that of Waltz.

... Nevertheless, very unlike Waltz, the kind of thing that makes tempo look like a werewolf like it is now is an impossible story to begin with...

Later, Tempo opened the door to the maintenance room for Homunculus, which was in the corner of the Royal Castle's basement workshop, worrying about whether he should rebuild all his own clean rooms, such as semiconductor manufacturing equipment, from 1 to 1.

To open the door that was there on the spot, she put the card key she had on the leader...

Pi...

And, the beep sounds I've heard somewhere ringing on the spot, and the door automatically slides open... should have.

But...

"... that? You don't open..."

That door, which leads to a large space where the hull of energy would be moored, never showed any signs of movement, although it raised the sound that it was about to open.

"What is this...? Could it be... your sister's new harassment? I didn't know you cared so much about my regular novels... you're a little nostalgic..."

Not only does the door not open, but the explosion of the maintenance device and the memory is erased (?) is also tempered to exhale again thinking that it's actually all a shady harassment from waltz...

As she was beginning to think about that in a negative spiral, it seemed that the 'stress gauge' that was in her mind had gradually risen...

"... I'm going to know that we shouldn't be doing these rough things..."

Against a door that doesn't open, laying its hands on top of each other...

"... your sister's a badass!

If someone had been nearby, you'd never put it in your mouth, spitting that kind of heart-to-heart Moya out of your mouth...

Dogowong!!

It was left to the power to blow that door...

"Phew... Sometimes it's good to exhale stress in these ways. Next time, when I get stressed out again... let's blow up about your sister directly, like Cortex would against Atlas..."

When Tempo said so, he felt satisfied... and resurfaced his faceless expression.

But that iron mask of hers... the next moment, it's brittle and collapses away.

As a result of blowing up the door, she gave her second stunned look today, in front of the view she had seen.

"How could... this be..."

Tempo to see how it goes and hold his head unexpectedly.

Of course that's not due to the fact that I blew the door out, causing a huge injury to a fellow who was unluckily walking nearby...

Because an overly unexpected sight, unrelated to blowing the door, jumped into her eyes.

So what the hell was that sight like?

"... Master Silanui... you've made a real 'tentacle' out of origami... Is this the one called Cross World Quality..."

As Tempo put it in such a frivolous way... a giant 10,000 crane previously created by Syranui (?), for some reason, there were countless green tentacles growing... and the fierce momentum was covering the inside of the underground large workshop.

... Apparently, Syranui has faithfully reproduced everywhere this world-specific crane (Tentacle Crane) that she referenced when making the origami crane, using its overwhelming dexterity...