Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Without following instructions, a group of refugees marched into the border mountains leading to the Kingdom of Mercrio.They had repeated warnings from Strela's men until they came here, ignoring everything and trying to cross the border.

"Stop what!" Once you've crossed that mountain, I'll show you who has no knowledge! "

"Our worldly lives have been scattered because of our incompetent bosses!Let's get it back for that! "

"It's Harlem! Harlem! I'll earn money, buy slaves, and send you every day!"

Hiyahaha!

"You guys... you're doing great climbing the mountain..." (Heeheheheheheheheheheh)

Their eyes, which were climbing the mountain road, could be said to be cloudy, dead, and, in a sense, shining.It seems that their thoughts have been greatly distorted by the long history of repression and the differences between different world images and reality in their heads.Well, I can't deny that it was originally distorted.

The group was aiming for the other side of the summit, which was beyond the slope.They were told that there was a picturesque, alien country, the Kingdom of Mercurio.That's where our desire —— to do whatever we want in the other world -- comes true...As they climbed the mountain, they moved their feet without doubt.

The brakes didn't work on them.The brakes were broken.We'll just run wild afterwards. On second thought, it should have been easy to imagine why Éclair hadn't conquered the Kingdom of Mercurio, but either they had never been marched near the border with the Kingdom of Mercurio, or their eyes had become clouded, and in any case they hadn't stopped their feet.

If I may add, the absence of potential, energy, or Strange on the spot seems to have fuelled their runaway.If an aerial battleship had floated, its mere presence would have deterred it from crossing the border.

Now's your chance... I'm not sure if you thought so, but we all imagined a glorious future and headed for the other side of the mountains.

Oh, my God. You can't stop me, can you?

A voice echoes unexpectedly over the rough mountain skin near the seventh match.The voice of a child who can't judge whether it's a girl's or a boy's.I heard that voice.

As soon as that happened, the group stopped and looked around.It was not a place where children could easily come because of their physical strength, nor was it a place where children could be present.

"I wonder what kind of voice it is..."As a group looked around, a child emerged from the shadow of a large rock.

Good quality clothing worn by noble children on brown hair up to the shoulders.And a dark blue robe and tiny glasses on your nose.Like the voice, a neutral-looking child asks a group again whether to show up.

I'm sorry about this.You should have called yourself first.My name is Potential. Defenders of the borders and skies of the Kingdom of Mercrio and the Republic of Middle-Eden.Well, ladies and gentlemen, I can't let you through before this.I'm still in time, so how can you come back?

That's the potential to bow your head respectfully.As for him, he seemed to have sincerely asked for it, but unfortunately, his wishs--

"What? Hey, there's some weird kid out there."

"That's a different world..."

"Well, good. Let's go."

I didn't hear you.