Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Tick tack, tick tack...

In a large room where only the sound of the clock rings.

the cathedral of some church if you want to give a concrete example, it is like

... Well, in fact, it's a cathedral...

There, four people were facing each other, three on one.

It also looks like an interview... but even if you are a church official, such as interviewing in a cathedral, it is normal, impossible.

So, what the hell were they doing...

"Well, we're going to have a court session ~"

... is a trial.

That guilt...

"Assault on Sacubus and attempted murder."

It seems that...

Normally, it should be the other way around... but apparently there were special circumstances.

"Defendant forward ~"

A white-haired blonde girl heads solemnly to the stand, even as she receives the voice of such a careless judge.

One thing seems harmless to humans and animals (?) Does this mean that this girl committed assault against Sacubus...

"The prosecutor is looking for a sentence."

Originally, there should be various proceedings, such as the presentation of evidence and testimony by the persons concerned... but omitting those proceedings as if they had not been there from the outset, the presiding judge suddenly asked for a sentence.

At the same time as the words, a long-haired woman with black hair, who was acting as a prosecutor, rises joyfully with no expression.

"Let's say the sentence is... 'island flush'. Along with that, you need to strip control of manoeuvre armor."

You were dissatisfied with such a plea, the frowning accused.

No, rather, I wasn't dissatisfied with the sentencing, I was angry at the woman herself playing the prosecutor, should I say...

"Now, the defense, please make a final argument"

Your Honor suddenly shortcuts to the final argument when he says he hasn't had a single opportunity to argue yet.

However, the person on the defense tried to open an argument against such a tyrannical presiding judge without any particular objection.

The only thing he seemed more like a boy than a man acting as a defense attorney... was that when he stood up on the spot, he began to speak with his eyes open to the material at hand.

"... testimony on the part of the victim is mandatory t"

"I will now hand over the verdict"

"Hey..."

Apparently, Your Honor, he's in a hurry for a verdict...

Or does it mean it's a felony, to the point that even the argument doesn't make sense...

And the verdict that was served...

"Death penalty"

... for those who were on the spot, unimaginable (?) It was.

"Uh, good, good. You won the lawsuit (if you really said something weird, you weren't sure what to do... Well, if it's about the death penalty, you don't have a problem. In the first place, I'm not alive...)"

... but apparently, for the defendant, it was a pleasure.

In fact, seeing the woman in the prosecutor's role remorse without expression, it must have been a victory for the defendant...

... but.

Gungan!

"Silently ~"

Seeing as the judge still slapped the gavel (gavel) like he said something... apparently, the verdict wasn't entirely clear.

"Death penalty. I'm putting my defense attorney to death ~?

"Wait, wait! Cortex! What did I do?!

"It's the death penalty because you won't do anything for me. If you don't want to be sentenced to death, don't you mind if I try to imitate you verbally ~?

"Why do I have to dictate to my brothers..."

"Come on?

Apparently, neither your honor nor the Cortex know the reason for the verdict.

When four people are in an early morning church making such a farce...

Gacha...

"Well... It's Mass Day. We have to get ready..."

and the pope of the National Church, who turns 80 years old, appears...

"... oh"

I noticed four people doing something on the altar of the diocese.

"Oh, excuse me. I'm going to clean up now..."

After saying that, the defendant, Toito Waltz, rushes to start cleaning up the prop paperwork he brought from the royal castle.

To her like that...

"Ah... ah?!

And, with a surprising look on his face, the Pope began to lag behind in his indelible footsteps as he kicked the chairs that were around him...

"Wah, Master Waltz!!

Raise her name like a scream...

Zusa!!

... and fell to the ground.

And

"Our National Church! Let me worship you as the only god, so please have generous forgiveness for the people!!

The elderly pope uttered such words as if he were eagling the people and pointing them against the demons who were still trying to carry them into his mouth.

"... hey, can I go home now? I mean, while I was gone, what kind of rumors were going on in Wang Du?

Acting President of the House of Lords of the Mid-Eden Republic (?) Waltz asking against Cortex, who is.

"Right ~. As far as I know ~... is it about the fact that rumors that this country is governed by a demon named Waltz have been known to children in every corner of the city? I don't think that's novel information in itself ~"

"... enough, troublesome information... it..."

To the boulder, I'm not sure I even knew who he was, but apparently, all over town, I couldn't easily give him Waltz's name.

... by the way.

So how does the Pope know Waltz's face?

... Apparently, at some point I was remembered for being face-to-face when I was once captured as a witch, or because Waltz had wrapped around him and pushed him into the nado during Lucia's brave noise.

Perhaps behind his eye lid, the suspicious grin that waltz floats when he masterfully burns firmly, in the form of a name of fear...

"... Hey, Pope's grandfather. Please, I worship God, it would help if you could stop..."

"Ha ha... I understand that."

Waltz with small doubts about the Pope, who was oddly well swallowed.

But just after cleaning up, when she pushed such a question into the corner of her head, she let Atlas hold all her luggage and walked out of the church.

Outside, in the eastern sky, a bright red sun and a white sun were coming out of his head.

The sky, illuminated by the two suns, is clear everywhere, exactly in winter mornings, and so on.

In such a scenery, Waltz opens his mouth with a melancholy look that is different from the color of the sky as he turns his eyes to a single prominent object.

"Uh... that square dice, it won't decrease inside..."

It's like a rhetoric that's going to be used on occasions like when you have to consume tons of non-tasty cookies... but the sole she was looking at was a giant monolith that was quietly seated on the south side of the city, not a square cookie, not a square dice.

About two weeks ago, Lucia founded a whole volcano, a huge mine (?).

They still seem to continue to be mined day and night by the hands of adventurers and those of mining guilds... but due to their too much hardness, the development is hardly progressing.

"But if you're using it, you've already decided ~?

Cortex, standing beside Waltz, asked, noticing her look at Monolith.

"Hmm, well. You're gonna be busy for a while, aren't you? Can you help me with that?

Then Cortex answers instantly.

"Yes, I don't like it"

... As for Cortex, I don't have time for that ~!, I guess that means...

Actually, I wonder if it's supposed to be on her assistant, if it's not working out well with Teresa and the water dragons...

"... no? You know you're making it impossible, don't you?

and waltz trying to just follow up.

Cortex then said, quoting an earlier tempo (prosecutor).

"... then, a continuation of the verdict. (...) Ri (...) Shi (...) Huh?"

"Oh. Cortex, too, seems to have gotten a lot better at telling things. And then I need control of the manoeuvre armor...? Are you going to be an island runner?

"... I mean, you want a vacation?

To such Waltz's words, Cortex turned his grin against Waltz, silently waving his tail (one) like Teresa's to the left and right.

Later, open your mouth slowly.

"I was actually jealous ~. Only your sisters go to see the outside world and all we see is always in the royal castle. If Atlas is going to give me a little slack, I can still put up with him, but he's not getting his hands on me at all ~. Right ~? Atlas ~?

"... sister. I want to escape somewhere without Cortex..."

With that said, a novel from a ghost daughter-in-law and an atlas with a tired, feeble salaried look on his face.

After all, his runaway seemed to be in the second reading phase...

"Right. Not only Cortex, but there are other people in the royal castle who are clear (Ma, so is Atlas...). Maybe it's a good idea to take those people on a comfort trip once in a while."

"Maybe it's good, isn't it ~? Your sister.... It's a verdict."

With a grin on his face, Cortex turns into a sharp color just for his voice.

Apparently, if we don't get her out of here soon, the verdict is going to be overturned and heavier sentences enforced later...