Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"" There you go, Takimasu!

Waltz and Lucia in how they succeeded in securing a place to sit on the edge of the fountain, either because the streets were narrow but not half the time at lunch or dinner. That's what they bought: Inari sushi and fruit water, plus fried chicken and fries (?), etc., seemed to be so-called junk food.

The first thing two of them said was Inari sushi, which should still be called staple food.

"Hmm... well, could this be it? One way or another, it's a delicious category...... no, you could be in a pretty delicious category...... How's Lucia?

Waltz confirms the taste to Lucia after checking the taste of Inari sushi first.

At the end of her gaze like that, there was Lucia moving her mouth silently while holding Inari sushi with both hands, confirming the flavour of the food she mouthed for the first time, chewing it over and over again, and so on. It also floats a praiseworthy surface...

Look at that.

"Maybe... wasn't it delicious? If it doesn't fit your mouth, can I get it out?

- And although Waltz asks Lucia... The concern seemed to be a struggle to overcome.

"... what is this...?! ♪ Ha-ha-ha ♪

"Hmm?"

"I can't believe this food... is just in this world...!/(adv, vs) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk

"What..."

Waltz was unwittingly confused when he saw Lucia start crying as she crawled into Inari sushi. Neither did she, no way, think Lucia would like Inari sushi that much, and she didn't seem to have imagined this development. No, to be precise, I wasn't imagining it, I was beyond imagination, maybe I should say.

"You liked it that much? Inari sushi..."

"... yeah. But no more..." Guru

"... yes, money"

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"I've been walking around for three days, so you can eat whatever you want today or so, okay? And half of the money I have is originally from Lucia."

"Yes, okay?

"Yeah, sure."

"... I'm going for a minute! [incomprehensible]

With that mouth, Lucia runs straight to Inari Sushi Shop.

Then again, she even kept eating Inari sushi until the waltz stop hung...

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Afterwards, Waltz and Lucia walked around the city rubbing their swollen stomachs on bread. In doing so, they found not only clothing stores, but also shopping and guild districts, etc. to stare at places to go around the next day.

Others look around at the stunning highlands and stairs, the training centers where the soldiers seem busy going, and even the luxurious looking halls that were in the tallest parts of town...... I'd say that was exactly how it went, the tourists themselves.

And the sun leans. The waltzes of how they remembered the hunter's advice and decided to return to the inn early. They made it to a certain crossroads on their way home. If you turn right, there's an inn, and if you turn left, there's a triangular roof building with a sudden glass attached to a small window, it's such an intersection.

So Waltz stops inadvertently in the middle of the intersection without turning right.

"... sister?

At the left end of the intersection, Lucia notices a waltz pointing her narrower gaze, trying to learn from it herself, and turning her eyes towards the end of that gaze.

There, a few children looked dry (shaggy) while kicking something like a ball and giving it a pleasant look. And there's an old woman in black who watches kindly as she sits on the stairs of the building watching the children like that... Apparently, it was a church - it was an orphanage.

And then I realized...

"Sister..."

- Looking worried somewhere, Lucia asks for Waltz's expression. It goes without saying what that meant.

Then Waltz, realizing how she was doing like that, said these words.

"Lucia... do you think you want to stay with me?

"What... Ugh, yeah! I, I never want to leave you and your sister!

"Yes...... So, what does it have to do with me and Lucia?

"Um... sisters?

"Well, you're not a parent or a child."

Waltz narrows his eyes just a little by saying so. Then she began to utter an unexpected word, for Lucia.

"For example... for example? Suppose someone in the family is hiding something really hard, huh? Lucia, you know, I knew... you don't like that, do you?

"Ugh, yeah... but depending on the content..."

"Really? Well, what if I, against Lucia, am hiding something that surprises me?

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Listen to that word of Waltz, but Lucia didn't answer right away. However, it was not that I was lost in responding, but that the answer was decided and I was choosing words, etc.

Then she mouths like this with a determined look on her face somewhere against Waltz, who was silently awaiting a response.

"Whatever you're hiding... I believe in your sister! If your sister was actually” your brother ”instead of” your sister ”I don't mind!

"That's too shocking a hiding thing... No, of course, I'm a woman... but the truth is, I'm keeping a really big secret from Lucia... It's not about the level of gender, it's about hiding something big..."

"Also, could... of some country... Prince?

"Hmm, a little bit different... I mean, I've been telling you, because I'm a woman, right?

Waltz said so, turning his back on Lucia, one step and two steps forward...... And as I looked up into the sky there, I opened my mouth again and said:

"You know what? Lucia. I... honestly, I don't think I'm going to pass as your guardian. I know a lot of people, I'm a pain in the ass... and I'm not even human in the first place..."

"... Huh?

"Right...... In a nutshell - some distant sky, falling from a distant star not here, a bucket of stuff, I guess."

From around Waltz, who speaks so, she and people other than Lucia disappeared at some point, and the whole city was quiet as if only the place had been cut off. I can't hear the dryness of the children I was supposed to hear until earlier, the hustle and bustle of the city, or even the chirping of the birds...... By analogy, you might say that there was an atmosphere worthy of the advent of "bucket things".

In that way Waltz continued his words, looking back at Lucia, with a grin that could be described as somewhere lonely or self-derisive.