Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

It was around sunset that the hunter returned to the waltzes.

The hunter who came was flattered by the absence of the large rocks, woods and hills that were supposed to be on the west side of town, but could it be that he was soon resurrected thanks to his not short relationship with the Waltz and the others?

Whatever it was, Waltz and the others safely entered the town (entered the castle).

At that time, it goes without saying that they made me a new ID for Tempo.

By the way, there was now a problem too enormous for Waltz.

The starting point was that the hunters were late to pick up the waltzes.

I mean, there's no inn.

That's the problem, but it can't be that big of a problem for Waltz.

So, what's the big problem?

It's...

"Make sure you stay home!

It's a hunter's word.

The hunter says you can stay in the Lords' Hall.

Trouble dying (?) For a bad waltz, nothing would be more troublesome in this town.

"What, if you think you're staying at a friend's house, there's no way?

(What the hell kind of world has a civilian going to stay by saying "it's a friend's house" the Count house!? I'd love to see your face if you were there!

"... Huh."

and waltz sighing in fact and in the heart.

However, given the other Members, I cannot say enough.

"I understand, Mr. Hunter. But if it's going to be a hassle, I'm going to run away again, right?

Just a statement of intent, be clear.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My father and mother would love that."

"I'm sorry, that's the line on this side."

And Waltz smiled bitterly.

That's why I decided to have a meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Alexandros.

It hurts my stomach, but I should be ready at this time.

(There can't be any worse hell than lunch today...)

When I think about it, my heart is calming down.

This is a not so big dining room in the Lords' Hall.

Warm colored decorations create a soft atmosphere, which is arguably a space to calm down and dine.

Waltz sits in the lower seat (though in the place where the dishes are located), and Lucia sits in its place, tempo across from Waltz, and Catalina sits in its place.

Note that Waltz is sitting in the lower seat, and if anything happens, I'll do everything I can to get out of here!, is an indication of will.

That said, the Alexandros and hunters hadn't come to this place yet, and the waltzes were the only ones sitting there.

(I don't know what to do... I don't know how to do it or anything... you can't talk while eating... of course. But you can't talk until you've finished all your meals, or if you don't have something in your mouth...)

I regret that I should have asked the hunter.

(If the former, you have to keep eating silently, but you might be able to stand it until you finish your meal... in the first place, no one can ask you these basic things anymore...)

I was worried about things like that, but I need company here!, so I ask Catalina, who seems to have experience with dining and dinner parties at brave parties.

"Hey, Catalina. You know what it's like when you're like this?

If I had real lips, I would be blue, I ask Catalina.

"Is it a manipulation... As far as the usual Waltz dining landscape is concerned, it doesn't look particularly problematic."

Yes, everyone else says so.

But I don't feel comfortable with it in person.

For example, a number of questions arise as to what to start with, for example, from which to take a knife or fork, for example, how to wipe your mouth if your mouth gets dirty, etc.

I should have learned how to do it, etc., but it's a later festival.

Looking at the tempo with the same brain as the Guardian, she sat quietly in her chair with her sleepy half-eyed as usual.

Apparently, I'm not nervous.

Instead, isn't he sleeping?

Lucia and Catalina were having a pleasant conversation about what food would come out for the two of us.

(Me too, I want room for this...)

Waltz was about to cry even now, not reaching the idea that if he could eat it deliciously, that would be fine.

Of course, I didn't show it to your face.

After waiting about 5 minutes, a woman with cat ears and dark hair enters the room.

Apparently, Liese.

Her appearance was not in her usual leather gear hunter style, but dressed in a clear outfit with the impression of an elegant woman.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, guys. My parents will be here soon, so just wait a little longer."

The tone is hunter.

"Wow, hunter's sister, nice..."

Even from Waltz's eyes, this one looked much better.

You shouldn't ask me why I usually... because I think I have a hobby of my own.

By the way, the appearance of the hunter was fortunate for Waltz, a lamb state who gets lost in his dietary practices.

In the short time before the Counts arrive, ask the hunters about the modus operandi.

"Hunter, I, I don't know how to do it or anything... but it's okay with the basics. Tell me, please!

I don't give it to the look on my face, but I ask as I almost cry inside.

"Hmm... why don't we just do what we usually do?

(Terrible... too bad... why are you saying the same thing as Catalina?! How can you guys afford it?! Are you gonna cry? Whoo-hoo!!

and waltz in a state of panic inside.

I thought I'd run away and check the window position.

Too bad, but it's on the other side of the desk.

When he was behaving suspiciously, the Counts finally came into the room.

"I'm sorry. It's late for business."

"Gentlemen, welcome to our home today. Please take your time."

and they both, for some reason, turn to waltz and bow their heads.

"No, I don't care..."

Even if my heart is rough, is it a habit stained in Japan that I accidentally give back my thanks?

(Yes! As much as possible!

and waltz I decided to leave it to the momentum.

This is how the dinner party started...

"(I wish I ate normally...)"

Seeing what Waltz looks like, it's tempo that I thought so.

For what reason?

Food runs out of Waltz's plate on its own.

Waltz, who is cornered without knowing how to do it, goes into one action.

That is... it is a meal cover.

Waltz thought.

(In dietary practice, what you shouldn't do, that's a coarse phase that deviates from dietary practice. But the crude phase is something that someone sees and is observed for the first time. Then, if you hid the meal itself, there would have been no presence of the crude phase itself... should be)

The point is, you can hide it even if it's coarse.

That's every meal, too.

With this idea, there is no one who can observe a meal, so there was no meal per se... but there is nothing I can point out.

Gravity control carries food into your mouth while concealing a diet that dances through the universe with holograms.

With gravity control, you can put it in your mouth without sticking it anywhere, even if it's a dish hung with sauce that droops and seems to stick to your lips.

Plus I don't use forks or knives, so I don't have to worry about how to use dishes.

It is a complete waste of ability.

And then there's the question of whether we can talk with things in our mouths...

The conversation did not arise because they were all flashy when they saw the Waltz dining landscape.

From the side, it looks like there's a waltz out of a plate of waltz, chewing something instead.

There was no one at the dinner party who could understand what was happening on Waltz's plate (except for the tempo).

In the end, even by the time Waltz was finished eating, there was no reduction in food from plates other than Waltz and Tempo.

Finally, the others who returned to me, for now, return to their meals under the guise of calm.

The hunters and the Counts thought, "After all, God is amazing" at how Waltz was doing.

Lucia and Catalina were impressed that "this is how Mr. Waltz (your sister) made his hometown..."

The tempo was frightening.

And the waltz at heart,

(What? There was a rule that I had to wait until the food was cold?!

And so on, I thought after I finished eating.

Of course, there are no such rules.

The Earl then stated his thoughts on the technology of Layer treatment the other day, and his desire to develop medicine in the town based on yesterday's experience as well.

Of course, from the inside of my mouth, the food (...) be (...) object (...) was (...) nil (...), and I was also talking about it during the meal (...).

The use of knives and forks is also slightly different between the Count and the Lady, and there do not seem to be any particularly strict rules.

Simply wipe around your dirty mouth with nafkin as well.

Which means it was just like Waltz usually eats.

Inside,

(... I should have eaten normally...)

And I regretted, and I was pulling and shivering with a crying face, but no one had noticed.