Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"Diary......? (With that said, Victor, you've been taking things like notes frequently before...)"

It was revealed that the book the swordsman had hidden under his bed was, in fact, a diary that he wrote every day, and as a result, with a relief look on his face, the brave man who asks.

Then, while worn out in many ways, the book bug from the important diary...... the swordsman who drove out the potentia spoke the words of his response, holding in his chest a thick bunch of paper wrapped in its brown hardcover as he seemed important.

"Oh, I'm ashamed to admit that the record of my previous adventures was kept a secret from everyone and a little bit in the diary. Especially when it comes to combat, as much detail as possible on how to work together and even how to move a small body…. I'm going to analyze how to make the party stronger later."

Hearing the words, the wise man, who until earlier had a bright blue look on his face, shrugged his thoughts briefly as he changed his complexion only slightly.

"Surprise...... (... I really don't know about me as a sage......)"

and a wise man who has never written a diary before.

That exchange between the three of them was the energy I watched from the side...... they had doubts in some fundamental part and turned to the swordsman and said this.

"Hey, Mr. Victor? to...... what? Is this a book for writing obscene things?

"No, no, you're not, are you? Energy. A diary is a way to remember what happened that day. It's to remind me that one day I'll read it back and, uh, this happened."

"Hmm."

To the swordsman's explanation, Energia gave a convincing look...... inadvertently she began to say this.

"If Mr. Victor writes... I want to write too!

"What... no, I'm not saying no... can energy write letters?

'Yeah. I can't write, can I?

"... if you can't write, you can't write a diary, can you? This is what diaries are for, because they write letters."

With that said, a swordsman who opens the diary he had appropriately and shows its contents to energy.

Then Energia says this by pointing to the one page that was in it.

"Oh, this! Just this part, it doesn't say the letters... but you can just paint like this, right?

"Yeah, well... So much so that there's something called a picture diary... If you really want to write, I can lend you this?

Saying so, the swordsman handed to Energia the feather pen and ink that were on his desk, as well as A6 printed paper (made of Atlas).

The energy then

'Well, let's write about it!

So when I lay it down on the ground as it was, I slipped my feather pen in a shabby way, and the picture diary was on the A6 paper (?) I started drawing.

Normally, the diary is supposed to be written at the end of the day, but sometimes the swordsman didn't explain it, so she decided to write it now.

"... what the hell are you drawing?

"Until I can, I don't know."

".................. (Shall I write about my diary too...)"

and brave men and swordsmen who squeal at each and every one of them, and wise men to it.

Then shortly,

I can do it!

Looks like we got a picture diary of Energia.

There...

"... what is it? Here..."

What a difficult picture to describe, as divided by 2 by adding abstract and ink paintings, was painted.

That in itself, no matter where it came from, only seemed like graffiti drawn by the child… if we consider the existence of energy to be special, then perhaps the only invaluable point in the history of the art world in this world.

"Here it is... Dear Teresa!

At that moment,

…………

Three people who lose their words and shut up.

There was a depiction in the painting painted by Energia, from a square mysterious object, of three lines that were somehow thick, but apparently that was not a diagram with tentacles stretching out of tofu, and the truth was that it was Theresa with three tails.

However, when I saw the painting, none of the three of them had anything to laugh at.

Instead, they all seem to have narrowed their eyes, had a sad look on their faces, and leaned down.

Though they hadn't been with Teresa that long, I guess all three of them were heartbroken by the fact that a close acquaintance had died.

As a result, he opened his mouth so that the swordsman cared about the energy.

"Energy...... Theresa's gone... you're having a hard time too..."

Then,

"Huh? Teresa was just joking about Atlas with Cole, as usual?

and energy to respond with a kelloggy look.

Apparently, objects like stick humans in the diary she drew were Atlas being abused or Cortex on the side being abused.

On the other hand, the swordsman who heard the words no longer seemed to know what a good response would be, and he frowned and shut his mouth.

Maybe he sees something that the mind of energy is sick and he shouldn't see...... maybe that's how he thought about it.

Seeing a fellow like that, now the brave man opens his mouth instead.

"... did Energia see you, Master Teresa?

and a brave man who asks with a difficult look on his face.

Perhaps he, too, has a big scratch in his energy mind... that's what he thought.

It's just that the brave man who asked instead of the swordsman who shut up,

'Yeah. It's a red rope, and I was helping you roll it around. How to tie him up like a turtle's armor?

Before such remarkable remarks by Energia,

"............... Really?"

I seem to have lost my word as well.

For those brave men who hadn't seen Teresa come back in person when she died, there would be no surprise if she honestly couldn't accept the language of energy and got confused.

And finally, a wise man opens his mouth.

"Hmm...... According to certain literature, the hallucinations seen by a person who has suffered a great scratch in his heart are a photograph of the desire underlying that person's consciousness…. I mean, now Energia..."

"No, wait a minute, Nicola. That probably has nothing to do with the wounds of losing Master Teresa, right? Tied up is Lady Atlas..."

"... think about it, Victor. Maybe Master Teresa was holding back Energia's desires where we didn't know? With her loss, that tag can come off and hold on to her inner desire......... no, I figured I'd stop talking about this. If that were the case, the destination to which that desire is directed is not Lady Atlas or anything else, but you... no, nothing"

"... that, most of what you're trying to say, you've already said enough, haven't you?

and a swordsman sighing with his head.

At that time, Energia was pulling with her hand something like a rope made from a micromachine, leaning her neck against a swordsman… perhaps, hand-held out of shame….