Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Sylvia, who descended from the castle all over the town of Caloris... was not destined to go.

In fact, it was a lie that the city knew each other.

(What are we going to do...)

When I was traveling all over the continent as an angel, I should have experienced many wild lodgings and outings without.

When it is corrupted, such knowledge and memories are also lost, because she can no longer even stay in the inn.

In a way, it's probably the same waltz you can't still stay in the inn on your own.

(Oh, shit... I never had anything to worry about)

It was a distressed Sylvia for a moment, but she seemed to remember what she was going to do from now on.

And she walked slowly through the town in a certain direction, without wings.

The town is not built in a flat place like the king's capital of Mid-Eden, but on a slope on the edge of a ragged lake.

So if you walk through the town to the lower and lower, the destination will inevitably be the lake.

Sylvia walked all the way down the hill from the castle to the shores of the lake.

And she lowered her hips on the tip of the elongated pier.

Is there no one around, because they have all arrived at the Royal Castle after hearing Canopus speak, or simply because it is night?

But because of it, there was no wind, no waves, the view of the great moon on the surface of such a lake, and the mountains that it lit up, was quiet and very beautiful.

Sylvia was watching the landscape with her knees in her arms.

... but with a vain eye without light.

You were thinking of something, or you weren't thinking of anything...

She stayed in the same position all the time, trying to melt at night and just squatting (groaning) on the spot.

By the time she moved out again some time later, the moon was also largely inclined, trying to sink its appearance to the horizon.

"... ahh."

Sylvia leaks the sound small enough to make sure her voice sounds right.

And towards the no-one night sky, she began to unleash her little words.

"God... the real God... please forgive me"

Then comes the tears that I should have endured until now.

"I'm like the one who kidnapped the brave men and made them like that... and about the monk girl..."

What have you done as an angel?

Sylvia had vague memories, but she met with brave men and monk girls to reclaim some of them.

But the content was never acceptable, and now it was only a mere girl who had mercilessly torn her heart apart.

When I was chosen by God as an angel, it was a joy.

To be the use of God is honor for those who live in this land.

My parents, relatives, and the people of the village were happy to send her out.

More importantly, Sylvia herself was making her breasts dance to the bright future she would be visiting.

... but it didn't actually turn out to be the future I had in mind.

Soon his hands hung the brave men, who could be called synonymous with dirt and justice, and he fell into heaven at the end of the sentence.

Of those, I met the Waltz, who seemed to be the only stable place.

... but it's also a story between bunches.

Only a few weeks of my memory came back, and I lost that place.

"Gentlemen... I'm sorry"

Sylvia was strong and hugged her own knee.

... a while later,

I'm coming to you now.

After muttering so with words that seemed to disappear, Sylvia took off the shoes she was wearing and aligned them at the edge of the pier.

And

"Huh!"

... jumped into the lake.

Waiting for Sylvia, who jumped into the lake, wasn't water...

Of course, we didn't run out of water.

It should still be noted that it continues to exist at her feet.

But the water never swallowed Sylvia.

Should I rather say I refuse...

In other words, she was standing on the water.

"What..."

She herself had no idea what was happening to herself, who was supposed to have jumped into the lake.

If you turn your gaze from foot to front like that...

"... Anything?

It came into my eyes that something was floating dull and radiant off the lake.

(... scared, but... let's go)

Actually, Sylvia thought you were already dead, etc.

Then I decided to move on to a shining object in the distance, with nothing to fear anymore.

And what I've seen after a while of walking...

"... Master Waltz"

Even though it was night, it was waltz standing on the lake with a beach parasol and lying down.

It was dark around, but the beach parasol sparkled slightly, so we could see what she looked like.

"... how about we fall asleep on the lake together and watch the stars?

Quietly Waltz asked.

"... why not?

Having her, Sylvia, who understood why she could stand on the lake, asked why she was here.

Or it also includes the meaning of why you won't let me die.

"How could you? It's easy."

To such Waltz's words, Sylvia expects to be watching herself and coming to save her.

But...

"Because today the sky is not the most beautiful. You think there's any reason you're floating in a lake unexpectedly looking at the sky like that? Well, I don't want to see a dirty sky."

Waltz said such a thing in a cherooked manner.

"Sometimes it's good. A quiet place with no one to see the sky without meaning."

It was Sylvia worrying about what to do with her invitation, but...

"... right. We'll hang out."

In the end, Sylvia decided to pinch the beach parasol with Waltz and put him to sleep on the other side.

... in each ocean, like when I tried to sleep beside a waltz desperately.

Then strangely, she realizes that the inside of the beach parasol is as transparent as if nothing.

And most importantly, he was blinded by the way the full stars were shining in the sky.

While I was walking, the moon seemed to have set at some point.

Looking at such glowing stars, Sylvia noticed tears spilling on her own from her own eyes.

Even as I tried to contain it, I couldn't stop the tears flowing out like I had decided to.

So at least I was putting up with my mouth shut tight, not to mention my voice...

"... silly... there's nobody out there, so you can cry out loud"

"Uh-huh!!

Finally, she raised her voice and began to cry about the lack of anything to contain...

When Sylvia noticed, she was on her knees pillow by Waltz, floating on the lake.

He was asleep at some point, and the sky comes into his eyes with a white bang.

"Oh, woke up?

"Huh?! Shh, excuse me!

To Waltz's voice, jumping up Sylvia with her wings accidentally splashed.

As far as that goes, it seems to have gone back to normal.

To her like that,

"Ha... you're hiding a lot, aren't you?

Waltz asks with a sigh.

"Uh... yes... sorry..."

And she started talking without divulging what she remembered.

That I brought the brave men from Endelucia.

And that you put them inside the cylinder.

What's more, the brave party monk girl also knew she was one of the angels...

As a waltz, there was no particularly novel information, but Sylvia's self-blame for being a part of this case was tightening her mind.

But how refreshed she was by her exposure to the wash, her expression was much clearer than when she came to this lake.

"Totally... if we'd talked that way from the start, we wouldn't have had to have had a hard time..."

"Ha ha..."

Sylvia smiles bitterly at Waltz's words.

Waltz, who decided that it was all right for her to look like that,

"Well, I'll be back."

I told him so, watching as the sun began to manifest itself from the shadows of the mountains.

"Oh, because I don't have a veto. And say goodbye later."

"Uh... oh, yes"

Even before such tyranny, it goes without saying that Sylvia looked somewhere happy.

And when Waltz and Sylvia come back to the pier at Caloris...

"zzz"

All the companions, solidified in one place, slept in blankets.

"... I'll catch a cold, you ladies."

With that said, Waltz rolls each blanket and then puts him to sleep in a gravity-controlled bed.

"Maybe you guys..."

"Come on... right. Well, everybody, it's like something similar to each other..."

That's what Waltz said and smiled.

To her and her companions like that,

"... thank you"

Sylvia shrugged.

... At that time, my buddies' mouth was moving a little bit, maybe it was the shady flirting created by the morning sun.