Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Two women dressed adventurers running through such narrow alleys, old, dark, jimmy.

"Ha, ha... also, you're not coming after me anymore... No more... I can't..."

"No, not yet...... I still have to run..."

He is a wise man and swordsman who also keeps his feet moving desperately, constantly, occasionally, turning around behind him.

The armor and other equipment they were wearing was worn out, as if they were about to get caught up in a cutting machine or something.

On top of that, from clothes and skin that were hidden from the soft areas that could not be concealed by armor, thin rashes and blood seeped in it, and at the earliest, it is not an exaggeration to say that it crossed the boundaries of training to a large extent, during the actual battle (...).

Couldn't such a status quo be accepted by the swordsmen, who are also parties?

The swordsman who was running the lead, once he found a shadowy place off the street to get his breath ready, and hid himself there, accidentally zeroed his stupidity against the sage, a party member who was following him from behind with a big shake of his shoulders.

"How... how did this happen..."

And, oh (...) eh (...) The swordsman whines with the words as they are, even if his breath is painful and he doesn't change the way he talks.

Then a wise man, who was in an exhausting state, responds briefly to the swordsman's words as he regularly leaks the sound of Hugh from his throat because he usually never moved his body violently.

"... and I don't know..."

And he was sucked into the ground to collapse from the back he was putting on the building wall.

By exercising the magic of strengthening (boosting) his own muscles, he managed to follow the swordsman whose only muscle was the handle.

But the magic doesn't last forever either...

The health of a wise man who is not even in angel mode, as if, the moment the magic expires, he had to repay once and for all the health borrowed from his future self with interest.

Therefore, once he had laid down his hips on the ground, there was already no energy left to stand up.

If this is the scene in the adventurer's life up to last year, where Catalina the monk hangs restorative magic on him, there was unfortunately no means left to restore health beyond the absence of her here, neither to the wise man himself, nor to the swordsman who merely waves his sword to attract the attention of his enemies.

Rest in peace......

Exactly, let's just say that the words accurately describe the current situation of the wise man.

By the way, if he were in angel mode, it would automatically take healing magic, so that problem should have been solved all at once.

But he had two reasons why he couldn't be in angel mode.

One is because the moment we go into angel mode, we are sniffed out of that immense magic, and in an instant we find out where we are.

Being an angel means' I'm here! 'It is like shouting.

And the other one, it was the worst-case insurance.

"... he hasn't come after you?

"Yep... My heart almost stopped for a while, but you seem to have managed to shake it off..."

As the swordsman put it, of the dining room that was at the New Count's mansion, from the other side of that door, a hot gaze at the two (?) The deputy commander of the Knights I was sending was following me from behind.

As the two attempted to cross the hedge full of thorns, he found it, jumping without hesitation from the window, crawling on all fours and landing on the ground, and dressed as it were, approaching the two abruptly as he moved his body to the scissors and the chops.

In doing so, the melting grin and indescribable gaze that the vice president has pointed at......

When they saw it, they felt that their lives were in danger, they fled insanely to death and to this day, without any problem of injury on the hedge.

If the next time you encounter him again, you find yourself in a situation where Angel Mode cannot be used, which has a certain amount of time to be transformed, it's not about taking time off.

Hence, when you can't help it, survive (?) He was keeping angel mode warm as a last method for

"Really... you're not here...?... Thanks..."

Was it extra pleasing to open up from fear, a wise man who exhales loudly and at the same time speaks so.

But in contrast to such a sense of weakness on his part, which seemed to ascend as it were, the swordsman, who could still afford his strength, raised his voice, though small, when he frowned.

"Nicole! It's not over yet. Our ultimate goal is not to escape that monster, is it? Maybe Energia will be waiting for us already, so we'll be on our way to the rendezvous point as soon as possible!

"... you're well, Victor..."

A wise man who tries to stand up according to his words, weary of his heart and with a frightened look on his face.

But...

"Ku......................... I can't do this anymore..."

Sage's body seemed to have no more leeway left, and like a threaded marionette, he was sucked into the ground.

".................. you have no choice"

A swordsman with an expression who saw how it was and was ready for something.

Then he said,

"... Ugh! Give it to me..."

and, when tempered by the usual way of speaking, took charge of the wise man who lay without power,

"I think I've gained strength because I've been in charge of energy lately!

And with his mouth and a delightful look on his face, he began to run again to the fountain of destination, which he was about to reach.

Meanwhile, around that time.

"... maybe this is the treatment center, right?

Energia, who said he took on a major role but didn't know where in town there was a treatment center, looked like a slime and wandered around the city alone.

But the unique atmosphere of the nursing home seemed immediately apparent to her, even when she did not know the geography of the city, so that she did not get so lost that she succeeded in reaching the place of destination.

Then why, to her, did she immediately find out the location of the treatment center, because she remembered the town view from the sky, or because she found the same Red Cross that Catalina listed at the door of the clinic?

The bandage-bound injured didn't break into the building, they were popping outside, waiting in order, or the unique smell of disinfectant drifted all around them, and they quickly found out that it was the treatment center.

But the energy that finds its purpose, after seeing how it is, frowns for some reason.

"(Seems busy, so it might be difficult to ask Mr. Amber to help...)"

We're just training ourselves.

But those who are lined up there are wounded as a result of fighting to protect the city from the Magpie Mouse, not from training and so forth.

Energia thought about it and stepped on two legs.

"(Transfer magic... Transfer magic... Other than Mr. Amber, I wonder if anyone can use it...) '

With that in mind, other than having a beast ear and tail, energy reminds me of myself and a fox daughter who looks just like me.

But she wasn't here, and she was supposed to be helping her sister in Wang Du.

Because of this, energy that people can't guess is going to fade away...

At that timing, an amber in a witch's hat appeared in front of the main entrance to the treatment center where she accidentally watched.

As a result, the energy that found her 'can't help but be worried' and, shaking off her previous concerns, she approached Amber's feet, still looking liquid and drooling, not in the shape of a person, and spoke.

"Mr. Amber! Hey, right now, okay?

Then you didn't think you could talk at that angle, and Amber, who looked surprised, erupted its immense magic, like when he wiped out the brave.

"... ma, demon?! Kai, Erase Fly b"

Soon he exercised metamagic toward the black water reservoir he had made at his feet and tried to fly it somewhere.

But by the time I had one hair,

'Eh, it's energy!

That voice of energy, thanks to Amber's ear,

"Eh... it's dangerous... Was it Energia?"

She manages to successfully interrupt the metastatic magic.

Seeing how it was, Energia asked what she thought.

"Could it be that Mr. Amber, when surprised, is using allowances or gradual metastatic magic?

Amber then, with a bitter look somehow, mouths his response sadly as he gazes toward the distant sky.

"I don't know how I was captured as a witch... you found out"

'I mean, you try to fly something that surprises you somewhere...'

"Yep. That has already erased all sorts of things...... My brother, my parents, my village..."

'Ah... uh, yeah... it is... (Huh? Village?)'

The hell, what can I do, the energy of how I didn't understand that there was an element of surprise in the village.

Then the back of her brain will be filled with Amber's help or not, considering their own safety...

At that time, it is unclear whether there is any connection between the fact that until just before, the energy was worried, the concern that the patient could be scorned had disappeared somewhere, and the interruption of Amber's metastatic magic, which gradually tried to blow everything up.