Volume 3 Chapter 5 Centaur Knights Chapter 39 Chapter 5 Prologue The Silver Phoenix Knights Begin

I don't know when it started.

When he noticed it, "El Nesti Etcheberia" found himself floating alone in the darkness.

This monotonous space, all black, seems endless, except for his fair skin and dazzling silver-white hair, which contrasts strongly with the surrounding landscape.

He couldn't feel the earth under his feet, only a hazy feeling of floating in the water.

Oddly enough, he didn't care. Not only did he not care, but he didn't seem interested in this abnormal state, and just stared indifferently at the dark end of the space.

Finally, a foreign object other than him appeared in the stagnant space.

It was a rectangular box with a colorful pattern printed on it. If you look closely, you can see that it has a boastful "robot" pattern and a "slogan" next to it that indicates the name of the robot. There is a detailed "Product Description" on all sides of the box - indicating that this is a "plastic model" box.

And there's more than one box.

All sorts of boxes floated one after another, as if they were going to surround the El. He had an impression of each of the robots depicted on it, and he couldn't forget it - it was all things he bought before he "got into a traffic accident".

"Ahhh......hh By the way, these are 'out of place'. It's a rare opportunity, and you have to get it done. 」

Not to mention how the things that have been lost for a long time are here, he doesn't even care too much about the strange thing that "El Nesty" will appear in front of "El Nesty". With only a serene smile, it is natural to act as usual.

He held the nozzle pliers in his hand, and tools such as cutting pads, pen sharpeners, sharpener sets, files, sandpaper 400 to 1400 meshes, and adhesives were neatly placed in front of him.

This was his habit "in the past". After the tools and pieces of the model frame are neatly arranged, the assembly begins solemnly, as if performing some kind of ritual. It used to be his usual routine.

Ready-to-prepare, Al was in a good mood and stretched out his hand towards the box floating in the air.

Open the box, take out the model parts and start reading the assembly instructions.

It was a blissful time indulging in a personal hobby, but I don't know what was going on, and the box moved coldly, avoiding his hands. Several times he couldn't reach for the box. Not only that, but the chests were getting farther and farther away from him, and they were about to disappear into the unknown depths of darkness.

"Huh, huh, wait a minute, I haven't done anything yet. Obviously, there are still a lot of "unfinished", and I want to keep doing it!! 」

He hurriedly chased after him, but every time he stretched out his hand and was about to reach it, the box slipped out of his palm and escaped.

Angry, Al finally got serious and started the chase. The pliers in his hand unconsciously changed and became a cane "Winchester".

Magic and magic flow into his favorite alien wand, which is transformed into a magical phenomenon by the action of catalyst crystallization. "Atmospheric Compression Propulsion" - The air pressure of the explosion caused by the magic caused Al's body to accelerate as if it had been catapulted, reaching an overwhelming speed that ordinary people could not match. Unfortunately, he still couldn't touch the box. I saw them swaying in the place where they were only one step away, as if they were laughing at his efforts.

"Don't try to escape...... I won't let you escape. My, my plastic model!! 」

It was just a little bit before the outstretched hand was about to wipe it. Al finally lunged at the box.

He finally managed to grasp it into his arms, holding the box firmly and refusing to let go.

The "plastic model box" should be made of thick cardboard.

However, the touch in the arms feels inexplicably familiar, and there is a kind of elasticity with moderate hardness and softness.

For the first time, he had strong doubts, and he raised his head as if he were bouncing upβ€”

- Then, the dream awoke.

The residual drowsiness on the eyelids was suddenly swept away.

Al blinked, then sighed deeply. The consciousness is sober, but the mood is terrible.

γ€Œ...... It's a dream. Actually stopped here...... Since it's a dream, at least let me make it to the end. 」

The light penetrates the thin curtains, gradually increasing the brightness. It's dawn. I think back to the dream that gradually became blurry a moment ago, and even if my heart is not a taste, I still habitually prepare to get up.

At this time, he realized the fact that something was close in front of him, and he was being suppressed.

Because of the proximity, I thought it was a quilt, but when I looked closely, it wasn't a "thing", but a "someone".

Raise your head slightly, and you will immediately recognize who it is. The person who fell asleep with Al in his arms was the girl who grew up with him, "Adelchu Ota". He seemed to understand the reason for the end of the dream.

γ€Œ...... Ahh 」

He didn't understand what was going on, and he couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment, but he quickly remembered why.

That was last night.

According to Artie, the exclusion of him and others from something that had involved him and others the other day seemed to make her very unhappy.

So, after she announced that she was going to sentence Al to "pillow punishment", she got into his bed, and it is now being carried out.

Artie slept soundly, as if she didn't have any troubles, and her face was full of peace of mind. Because the sleeping face looked so happy, Al hesitated to wake her up.

If he hadn't been in a situation where he was held tightly in his arms and couldn't even move, maybe he would have let her go back to sleep.

"Artie, it's morning, get up. 」

Unable to move or helpless, Al shook Artie's shoulder to wake her up. After a moment, she opened her eyes in a dazeβ€”and then smiled, hugging Al even tighter.

γ€Œ...... Uh-huh, it's El Ye...... Oh, it's so warm, it's so happy......"

Winter is the time of attachment to the warm bed, and the teenager who is just right in his arms plays a powerful warmth function.

"It's time to get up, Artie. You can't sleep all the time just because it's cold. 」

γ€Œ...... Three more hours, and you'll be ......."

Endless. She rubbed her cheek against Al's hair, smiling as she literally smiled, as she looked to be on her journey to Sleep Paradise again.

Saying that it was probably useless to say with his mouth, Al died of heart and decided to take extraordinary measures. He quietly reached into the hem of his pajamas, and in a slender and cautious motion, he scratched her flanks and back. Artie slept quietly for a while, then quickly developed a twitching reaction and began to wave her hands and feet wildly.

γ€Œ......!......!! Whew!? Wait... Live.... Stop Al, it's itchy, it's itchy!! 」

After struggling for a long time, Artie finally held down Al's hand to prevent further attacks. She maintained this position and lowered her gaze, meeting the eyes of Al, who was looking up at her with a gentle smile, and her face was flushed, and she moaned half with tears:

"Ahh......h

"Nothing like that. Good morning, it looks like you're finally awake. Come, let's get up on such a refreshing morning. 」

Then he pulled the reluctant Artie to get up.

Artie looked displeased by the sudden cold, while Al stretched out his limbs and didn't know why he was waving his arms.

"Now is not the time to lose to the cold. Come on, let's start the activities of the Silver Phoenix Knights. I couldn't do it in my dreams, but I won't give up this time!"

"......, are you unusually excited after the formation of the Knights?"

Seeing that Al was inexplicably motivated, Artie tilted her head in confusion, and was finally urged out of the bed by him.

"That's right, the model is a dream...... An unattainable dream. In that case, until a 'substitute' is made, ......!"

A dream of a past life that has been absent for a long time.

This gives El the others an incomprehensible and somewhat inverted motivation.

At this time, it will take a while for his thoughts to transcend the world to blossom and bear fruit.

"Wait for me, my droids!"

In short, he is also very energetic today.