Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

After the meeting.

In the conference room, only four homunculus and waltz remained.

"I'll take care of the rest, Cortex."

"You're manufacturing parts about a different world transfer system ~. Understood ~"

"And Atlas, while I'm gone, I'd like you to design the first and third ships."

"Oh. Leave it to me."

"You're willing to come home"

"That's right. You can't beat a god who only thinks of people as tools or something."

Waltz starts shadowboxing with Bum, Bum, and while answering Tempo's words that way.

"I don't feel like I can come home..."

and Strella, appointed pilot of the battleships of the Waltz and others, spills.

"It's okay. Because if my head is even safe, I just need Catalina to make it again. Next time you rebuild, you'd rather have a robust body like a brisket robot?

"... is that robust? Well, I have a sister, and I don't think anything rare happens..."

"It's okay (probably). So, Cortex? How did you get us together?

Yes, it wasn't Waltz who got us all here, it was Cortex.

"Actually, I thought I'd use wireless technology to deploy equipment that would allow me to communicate with all parts of this country in real time. So I'd like to get your approval on this matter ~..."

and Cortex, who cows the politics of Mid-Eden from behind, spoke.

Even she can't use modern world technology on her own.

"The Merclio Empire has connectivity technology that can be described as over-technology, as well as a rare (rare) airship technology in Endersia. But here in Mid-Eden, there's no technology for crossing countries other than fertile land."

Nevertheless, it was only on this earth that the bottom force that pushed Mid-Eden up to the great powers.

"I see. So we're going to dye our hands on information technology to fight other countries."

"Yes. I'd also like to deal with electrical and electronic engineering and medical if possible ~..."

"If you do too much, you're gonna upset the balance in the world, right?

"Uh-huh. So I thought I'd start by getting my hands on it from communication technology and see how it goes from there ~"

Cortex's thinking was not about the development of this country, Mid-Eden, but about how to balance it with other countries.

She assessed that this country is now inferior to other countries and seems to have decided that it will continue to be exposed (and more) to aggression from other countries as it is.

Therefore, I guess the desire is to use wireless communication technologies (such as Morse signals) that will allow rapid communication, thus speeding up the rate of information sharing across the country and preparing it for unforeseen events.

However, that is not the only effect that communication technology has.

It is said that the reason for the rapid development of the modern world after the industrial revolution is that telecommunications can now be made.

Rapid sharing of technology and knowledge, grasping of battlefields in wartime, faster communication of people...

Just to be able to share information fast with those far away will change the way the world works over time.

Therefore, there was no denying the fear that, if treated in the wrong way, it would upset the balance with the countries around us at once.

"Wouldn't it be nice if it were restricted? For example, we wireless only the part of information sharing that we're doing with metamagic, and we deploy telecoms to villages and towns that we've never been able to reach before."

"It's a question of how deep you let it go, but... it's a try there. You must not ~"

"Well, I'll leave the details to Cortex, so can you move on in that direction?

"Understood ~"

"Any objections?

No, I don't.

"No, sir."

"Wouldn't that be nice"

Therefore, a limited wave of wireless communication technology within Mid-Eden was determined.

"Anything else?

"Sister..."

Atlas opens his mouth.

"Souvenirs..."

"If only it were God and his neck."

"Yeah, I don't want it"

"I'll pack the fresh air over Merclio in a can and bring it back to you."

and Strella.

"Yeah, I don't need that either. Something to eat would be nice..."

"... well, if you're going to be able to go down to town and shop peacefully, I'll think about it."

"Please, sister!

So the waltzes finished a meeting that had almost nothing to do with this battle.

Yes, they are not more willing to lose this battle.

Gacha...

Waltz opens the conference room door and goes outside.

(... no one...)

Actually, I was wondering if someone was waiting for me or something.

For example, around Lucia said, "Can I sleep with you because you're anxious? like '.

But does the absence of anyone mean that everyone is not anxious?

(... well, good)

Instead, maybe waltz was the one who was anxious.

Looking a little faded, she went down the elevator and even came to her room, which was in the underground large workshop.

Bedrooms other than those living in the royal castle were built on the walls of this large workshop and, in size, were no less than superior to the royal castle's VIP rooms.

Besides, I borrow beds, carpets, furniture, etc. from the royal castle (?) It is a fine looking room because it is.

Inside such a waltz room,

"... why do you look like a pyjama?

Waltz party faces were rallying...

"I asked Teresa if this was a monster called a pajama party?

and Catalina.

"I've heard of it, but it's not the first time I've done it. So I don't know how to do it, but... well, you should have fun."

"I heard it was a party, so I also got the right knob... is it okay before I go to bed..."

The hunter's hand in a blue pyjama called had a large plate and a large number of bite-sized sandwiches and cookies on top of it.

Some of it, like little Inari sushi, is probably for Lucia.

"Small sushi?

"Oh. I tried to make it."

"... looks delicious"

Jullu, Lucia, how you've been.

I'm trying to enjoy the party, apart from them like that...

"Is this Master Waltz's room... chill?

"I smell like Master Waltz...?

Sacubas (Julia) and the Fallen Angel (Sylvia) were searching inside Waltz's room.

"... No, Julia? I don't know what you're looking for, but nothing? And Sylvia. It's pointless to smell, so don't... I mean, don't..."

"Huh?! Wow, Master Waltz."

"Ah, Master Waltz!

"So, what was Julia looking for?

"Uh... it's not a nasty thing..."

Julia looks hard to talk to anywhere, even though she does.

"... I wonder what Mr. Waltz's favorite thing is. But there's really nothing in this room..."

Apparently, Julia was going to give Waltz a present or something.

He seemed to be searching all over Waltz's room for it, but he seemed confused because there were no clothes, no accessories, no other hobby-like objects in the room.

"Oh, they found you?

Lucia raised her voice.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't..."

Apparently, Julia wasn't looking alone.

"Well... then you just have to ask directly, right?

"No, Lucia. We still have time, so why don't we just take a moment to find it?

"Yeah... but I can't find it inside..."

With that said, bend over, Lucia.

(... ma, let me do what I want)

Waltz decided to acquiesce in their actions.

"... so, what were you talking about?

Waltz didn't ask why he was having a party, but after changing into a pyjama, he joined the conversation with his friends.

After this, the pajama party lasted until late at night, when fellow hunters enjoyed the Russian roulette that only one heated hercherry was misplaced in a sandwich brought to them by the hunter, blossomed in Girls Talk to inquire about the hunter-swordsman relationship or Catalina's relationship with the sage, and cheered up with scary stories that are common late in the summer.

And Waltz worried alone after his buddies slowly fell asleep and put Catalina, who had been awake until the end, to sleep in an anti-gravity bed.

(I don't want to involve my people in the fight...)

Afterwards Waltz continued to look for ways to regain the resolve that should have been decided on his mind once and for all, until morning...

The next morning.

"Prepare all personnel for launch."

Waltz hangs the order on his people the same way he always does.

That said, apart from the pilot, Strella, and the captain Waltz, it's not like they have anything to do with getting to the decided seat.

"Turbine thrust for propulsion 0.01%. Micro speed forward"

"0.01%, slight speed forward"

Last time, Strella was in charge of the manoeuvre that Tempo was in charge of, and this time he will repeat it.

"Port hatch, open"

When Waltz said so, the ceiling of the underground large workshop, which was in front of the battleship, broke and the outside became noticeable.

"Uptrim 45 Degree, G (Gravity) Stabilizer Check Operation"

"Uptrim 45 Degree, G-Stabilizer Operation Confirmed"

Then the battleship became oblique in the form of lifting the bow, pointing toward the sky peering through the hole (port) that was drilled (hissed) in the ceiling.

The battleship was inclined at a considerable inclination angle of 45 degrees, but gravity control was sometimes effective, which didn't make it feel inclined relative to what it was on.

And when the hull slowly became prominent outside, and eventually the whole thing was exposed,

"Port Hatch, Close"

The Battleship Door (Port) connected to the Workshop is closed.

And Waltz declared.

"This ship will now be called 'Energy'. Energy Departure. Turbine for Propulsion, Maximum Output"

"Turbine for propulsion, maximum output"

Thus the battleships built by the waltzes went up into the sky with a roar...