Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"Damn, why doesn't he always listen to me..."

and the king who sends his gaze to Catalina resenting Lucia, Lucia, and Lucia...

If there was waltz here, it would have sent her gaze, too.

Of course, I'm in front of you just because I can't see.

"And they attack me with some kind of unexplained magic..."

Saying so, he rubbed his cheek.

It's like, I bumped into him a little bit, and so on, but he was hit by waltz with strength that would easily blow him away if it was about the automobile.

At the earliest, it is strange in itself that it maintains life activities as an organism.

Is it also expanding the so-called automatic recovery magic or the type of magic that activates when it is dying?

"The King."

Catalina turns her words to a king who is as foolish as she is to speak to herself (?).

But the light is back in my eyes, not the weakened look I had just seen.

"Is it true that you saved the zombies?

I guess it's because I got that hope back, that the patients who had given up might be helping.

"Ah. I thought I told you yesterday I'd handle it?

Processing... and he didn't mean sweep.

To the words of such a king, Catalina shrugs her expression only for a moment and says, 'Good...'

But as soon as I return to my crisp expression, I begin to question the King.

"... does that mean you knew from the beginning how to help those who became zombies?

"Oh, yeah. In the first place, the zombies... well, it's not a real zombie, it's a kind of magic to make the angels into puppets, so there's no reason I can't manipulate these angels into service."

"... So you knew how to undo it and you kept quiet?

Headed by her, her companions were desperately looking for the art of bringing the zombies back to their original human beings.

Does that mean King Endelusia knew such a Catalina, and everyone, and kept quiet?

Then the king,

"Ah. Bad for Catalina, but you're right"

I admitted it lightly.

"Of course, you did that for some reason, didn't you?

"Oh, it doesn't make sense. I can't do that."

"So what the hell is it for?

The conversation progresses as if to speak as if in a prepared script.

If there is something unknown about this script, is it why the King has never told the Catalinas about it before today?

(Well, I can generally imagine why...)

What would not have happened if the zombies had been treated (...) from the beginning.

That is,

"That's because you and the others... well, we needed you."

I guess that means.

In other words, they attracted the zombies to Dashi and the waltzes.

He tried to lock up the waltzes with a crestling, maybe it was a buy of time between him rushing.

But...

"However, this measure seems to be underdeveloped and overwhelming, but..."

and a king who, together, turns his gaze and groans unfortunately.

As his ruse suggests, what the hell is wrong with waltz parties being gathered here?

"... you said waltz or something. That lady hasn't come here?

He asked so, looking up at the energy that was orbiting the unlikely sky.

If people were on board, there must be a lot of terrible things going on in there, you must think so.

... it should be noted that the safety of the swordsman is unknown.

That being so, apparently, the king had some errands for Waltz, not his people.

to his words,

Biku!

The body of the manoeuvring armor (waltz) bounces small...

(Wow... why is that where my name comes up...)

As if to represent such a waltz question.

"Uh... can I run some errands on Mr. Waltz?

Catalina inquired.

Then the king, with his usual expression, uttered to the special (...) what should not be said in front of the waltz party.

"No, I thought I'd propose."

"Sorry, I didn't hear you very well..."

"Don't make me say it again and again, it's embarrassing. I officially asked Ms Waltz to sign up for the marriage. 'Pah!' Buha!!

Lucia exercises silent, psychokinesis-like, unattributed magic against the king, with no light eyes.

"... in battle... go Tatsuya!!!!

Teresa, whose eyes glowed red, her tail increased to three, and somehow the dos black aura is staining out.

Apparently, she's willing to give Mid-Eden and declare war on Endersia.

"... a garbage worm attached to Master Waltz... yes you are a garbage worm! I understand."

Forget about transforming into a human being too, Julia sends a cold gaze to the king without this, as Sacubas looks like.

"I thought you were a pathetic person... but no way, so far..."

That's what I said, Sylvia, with her hands on her mouth, with the look on her face like she saw dirt.

... and a king surrounded by such companions.

"Hey... what, you guys..."

If you are an aristocratic maid or a normal town daughter, you may not be able to flap an invitation from the king.

But they are waltz parties.

... Yes, something he wouldn't have understood without knowing the inside of the party.

This party is rotten (?) to...

"Ku, don't come...! Stop... stop! Whoa!

Dogowo!!

Baki!!

Gusha!!

And the execution began...

Waltz, on the other hand,

(Hmm, you don't like it)

And he thought that in silence as he watched the king turn to look like a borough rag.

Just one word, not a preference, while you know this irrational violence will stop...

The rest of us who didn't participate in such unilateral violence...

"Yes, is that good? If we don't stop you, you're dead, aren't you?

"It's everyday, so I guess I can't help it."

"Non is hungry..."

"It's about noon... I'm gonna go hunt for a bit."

"I think I'm a good match for your sister's marriage..."

"What!?

It was... that kind of interaction.

When the king, literally, became a meat chunk...

"Uh, neat"

and Lucia with a full smile.

"Hmm. Sweating for the world isn't bad."

Phew, and exhale, Teresa wipes the liquid dripping from her forehead.

It should be noted that the liquid is not sweat but returning blood.

"Stupid otko..."

Julia licks the king's blood perky on her fingertips.

"haha..."

... Sylvia looking broken in spirit.

I wonder if you're developing some kind of psychosis that you shouldn't...

Such they turned their backs on the meat chunks and came back to Waltz, shaking off and wiping away the dripping blood.

(Something scares you... this bunch of fanatics...)

Note that Waltz hasn't stopped them like that.

Yes, it could have been stopped.

It was such a moment when everyone strayed from sight from the king rolling on the ground...

"You think you can kill me, God at all?

... instantly the king (calling himself God) was resurrected.

"Wow..."

Friends who look at the bottom of their heart like they don't like it.

"Hmm, how about that? How inclusive am I?

That's what I say. A king with a nigga and a grin.

Take it all, even if you run into a mass lynching.

That's cool of me! Do you think... etc...

"Ugh!

"Hmm? Now Ms Waltz's voice..."

At the earliest possible moment, Waltz doesn't even want to blow the king away.

I don't get involved in any trouble.

They decided to thrust through that usual stance.

... Well, he still couldn't bear the stupidity...

"... there is no waltz here. Pick it up."

Teresa tells the story Waltz was asking for before she got off the energy.

"... well..."

Then the king recessed enough to see.

He gave a sad look like, "Well, I knew it,"

"Well, shall we go to Mid-Eden"

... to say things that didn't even clap like that.