Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The next day.

Waltz asked the Canopes, who are about to return to Merclio with metastatic magic, to serve in the country's administration for an even longer period of time.

Until last week, Strella wasn't much of a rider, so if she refused, she was a waltz wondering whether to send Atlas... but as a result, for some reason, both Canopus and Strella were happy to go home.

They either would have gotten Catalina to make a new homunculus, or Waltz himself had prepared an android and planned to prepare a new king, but both Canopus and Strella understood that they didn't have time to make it together.

... As far as the look on Strella's face that seemed happy somewhere, Waltz didn't know if that was really the only reason to fulfill it, but, anyway, for a while I didn't have to think better about Merclio's governing HR, so I'd say Waltz himself had a considerably smaller psychological load...

Well.

I refrain from leaving for Boreas tomorrow, when three people, Lucia, Julia and Sylvia, are packing their respective bags.

Waltz, who had business in Catalina, was walking in front of Tallap of Energy to see her.

Then,

"Ah, Master Waltz. Long time no see. Has your body gone back to normal?

I can speak to Shiranui, who hung his clothes in Japanese clothes.

Such, black-haired, japanese, ghostly girlfriend,

(Hmm, it looks pretty good on you. In the case of Syranui, spin is the best)

Waltz returns the words, thinking, etc.

"Yep. Thank you. You're right.

Waltz said so, lifting his right arm up... Pollo, and dropped his arm.

Of course, it was the holographic arm that dropped it.

"Right?"

You said you got your arm, but what did you say? 'It was Syranui who had no idea if it was, but because Waltz himself didn't seem to care, she also decided to try not to care.

"... Um, Master Waltz?

Is there something hard to say, Syranui, who opens her mouth with a slightly more difficult look on her face?

"I'm so sorry..."

"Hmm? What's going on?

"... it's about origami... but still, do I have to go on?

"Huh?"

Waltz solidified into Syranui's words.

... I completely forgot that I was asking you to make a folding crane.

In the first place, the reason I was asking Silanui to make a folding crane was a pretext to stop her from continuing her blacksmith by even shaking a hammer with only a scratchy hand when left alone... something like that.

But now, the bandage that was wrapped around her arm was completely removed, the wound on her palm was so beautiful that there was no shadow, and there was already no need at all for the task of having the crane continue to be folded.

"... uh... yeah. What do you think? How's it going?

... Forgetting the very thing you asked for, Waltz asked Syranui to flourish after nodding to escape responsibility, 'It was something I had no choice about' inside.

"Right... the first one I folded was made with a wrapped hand around a bandage, so I don't know if it was done very nicely, but after the bandage was removed... well, I think it's a satisfactory level"

"Yes... well, could you show it to me quickly?

"Yeah, that's fine."

And Waltz was to be led to Silanui's room.

"Hey... what's this..."

Waltz, who turned his gaze into Syranui's room, turned his head to the strange darkening of the room, and then stopped to understand why.

"Huh? It's a crane..."

"... how many of these did you make?

... waltz in front of (...) stacked fold cranes in (...) of mountain (...), terrifying inquiry.

Yes, half of Silanui's room was filled by a folding crane stacked unconstructively.

"Right... I've never counted, but I think you made 50,000, right?

It should be noted that if the actual working hours of the day were folded as 12 hours during the week when Waltz was not there, the calculation would have been folded in approximately 6 seconds per feather.

... that would mean that Waltz would have been folding at about the same speed as the demonstration where he used gravity control to make folding cranes at super high speeds?

"... you're not actually human, you're not a machine?

Somehow, Waltz feels that Syranui's appearance resembles his own sister who has left it in the original world.

Of course, needless to say, it is someone else in red.

"I'm a demon, but... you're not exactly a machine or a golem."

"... yes"

Speaking of which, Waltz cut out where words flew as expected from Syranui.

"This much origami, where did you bring it from?

50,000... that is, 50,000 sheets of paper, where the hell did you source it from?

"When I told Mr. Atlas to put the paper down, he gave me a lot of it, didn't he? Something, every day, made me look so surprised, but why..."

"... yeah. I wonder why..."

Apparently, for Syranui, consuming nearly 10,000 sheets of paper every day is not a big problem.

(... Atlas. For Silanui, you must have even cut the copy paper square every day. I'm sure)

Next to Cortex, who inspired the clerk in the chancellor's office, Waltz turned his raw warm gaze to the crane as he imagined his brother, who kept cutting paper...

"So, Master Waltz? And how many more should I fold?

"What?"

"Because just now, do you still want to fold it? When I heard that, you were overruled, weren't you?

"No, I've had enough. I didn't expect you to fold so much in a short time..."

"By the way, how many should I have broken?

(No, to the boulder, you can't say it was good for 1000...)

Waltz couldn't tell the truth to Syranui as she looked up at herself with some worrying look on her face.

... So...

"... yeah. 50,000 is enough, right?

We decided to increase the number of thousand cranes on an ad hoc basis (?).

"Really... good. I was wondering what I would do if they told me it was too little."

As for Silanui, if Waltz couldn't stop him, he was still willing to fold it.

To such a motivated Syranui, Waltz decided to do an extra favor.

"Then maybe we should do the next step."

"Is this the next step?

"Yep. Um..."

That said, some kind of transparent yarn... waltz to remove the so-called tegus from the container of manoeuvre armor.

This yarn is the cutting edge of the fiber optic cable used to repair the holographic system.

"Use this..."

And when Waltz floats some origami cranes into the universe... he relentlessly stabs them in the belly area and makes them penetrate.

"It feels like it, and I want you to keep it numbered."

"Uh, I see. Ok. That's the same procedure as isomerizing a fishing needle. Should I connect all of this?

"Yeah... that's some nasty analogy, but... please. The yarn uses this."

That being said, Waltz gives you about 5 km of fiber optic cable wrapped around a plastic drum.

It should be noted that although it may seem like a long cable, it is a thin cable, so it is not a large amount.

Well, if you're selling it, it's a big deal in terms of money...

"Yes, I understand. I'll do it."

With that said, Silanui turned her back on Waltz and began working quickly.

(Um, something, I think I forgot to explain... well, come on)

I felt Waltz wasn't explaining enough about Syranui, but seeing as how she worked so hard, it wouldn't be terrible if something happened, and I left the room behind.

So Waltz, who broke up with Silanui, took her to Catalina, where she was feeling half-drawn.

"Catalina ~? How's it going?

Waltz spoke as usual to Catalina, who was still working today in the intensive care and sterilization room set up next to the infirmary.

As far as the inside of the room, there seems to be no tempo that should be attached to the auxiliary.

It should be noted that the day Waltz came back to repair the hologram.

Needless to say, they turned an unspeakable Zito eye for leaving Catalina alone for a week.

For even more additional attacks of the novel by tempo, he was crucified, and Waltz's spirit was hunted down to the point of collapse, or he wasn't there...

By the way, while Waltz was gone, Catalina was doing her homework perfectly.

That, too, until you voluntarily prepare the assignment.

"Ah, Mr. Waltz. So far, so good. At last, the child was born with a magic specimen."

With that said, Catalina, dressed in something like protective clothing, turns her gaze to the cage in front of her.

Then, at the end of her gaze, in a transparent cage, a small, thumb-sized child rat, who had somehow released a yellow aura, was breastfeeding from her mother rat.

"That's good news."

But the look on Catalina's face is unbelievable.

"... Mr. Waltz... you have to take blood from this kid, don't you?

"... yeah. I know exactly what Catalina's trying to say. But there are things in the world that you have to fuck, even as you cry..."

"Right..."

With that said, Catalina tries to inject a sleeping gas into the case... but that hand was shaking, I guess I can't help it.

Gashu!

"You must have slept."

"Yep. You're not gonna die, are you?

"... okay"

And Catalina opened the lid of the cage and took the rat, the son of the magic specific.

"... warm..."

"No! Catalina! If you think about anything extra, they'll take your spirit!

Either way, in a moral direction, though.

And when Catalina ghosted her heart, by the machine, she stabbed a small syringe around the base of the tail of the child rat and took a small amount of blood.

"Huh..."

"Good luck"

"We're gonna have to keep repeating this, right?

"Yep. Yeah... but"

"Yes, but it's what you need to do to help Leah"

That's what I'm talking about.

Catalina applied a seal called 'Done' when she returned the finished blood drawn Magi Mouse child rat to the cage before manipulating a panel that was nearby.

Then,

Gashan!

The wall of energy opens and when you inhale every cage,

Gashan!

It closed automatically.

Perhaps it was automatically stored in a storage facility in the next room.

"The next thing you know, after you extract and increase the genes from this blood, you put them on the detector, right?

"That's right, isn't it? I know I've taught you how to do this before, but... remember?

"Yes, I think it's all right"

Catalina began to check the contents by taking one notebook out of a desk lined with tons of books.

"If you have any questions, please contact me at any time?

"... speaking of which, you're going to Boreas tomorrow, right?

"Yep. Now I'll make sure you get in touch with me properly, so don't worry, okay?

"... absolutely, right?

"... Cortex told me, but now I'm sure I'll be fine. Lucia and Julia are here."

"If Lucia's here, don't worry."

(Ugh... after all, I don't feel like I have any credibility from everyone...)

As a result of suddenly disappearing without telling anyone...

"Well, that's why you're free for about three days from tomorrow. So, it's my homework in the meantime..."

And waltz to prepare three days' worth of assignments.

... Then again, time flowed with Catalina after discussing future genetic analysis and research flows.