Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

And the scene is again...

Quinn...

and, whilst raising the high noise, blowing out the high temperature and high pressure air, and with the thrust produced by the large fan turned in its recoil, returning to the ship of energy that goes through the sky.

"... failed ~"

Cortex suddenly whines about that as he looks at the view from the bridge.

The look on her face like that... but no matter how I looked, she didn't seem to regret it...

"Hmm? What's all of a sudden?

And Atlas, who was near her and tied her whole body with red strings... and bracketed into the bridge seat so she couldn't escape, asks.

"I went down to the city because of it and was there until after lunch, so I thought I could have had lunch or so ~,"

"Well... we ate lightly."

and atlas speaking satisfactorily.

He was acting with the waltzes, hanging out with his sister, having a light lunch.

By the way, its contents... like waltz, can be skewered (birds)...

It should be noted that the Atlas have purchased not only their own minutes, but also those of all their companions who would be waiting in the energy (except the already full Fei Long)... but Atlas did not dare to say that.

Apparently, he...

"Were you ~. You're jealous ~.... So, of course, you bought us our share, didn't you?

... and seems to have thought about keeping the truth down to avenge the recent beatings against the Cortex.

And Atlas, time is full!, just saying, for Cortex's sake for a long time (?) I tried to say the words I had prepared for.

"... hey! Such m"

"There is?

"Or, hunter sister..."

... but the hunter interrupts me from the side, and I fall apart that I've prepared a proper meal.

Apparently, he's become just a careless brother...

"The boulder is Mr. Hunter. My brother and I make heads as if they were different ~"

"Hey..."

Atlas, who, though voiced that far, can't say anything back than that.

Against him like that...

"..." chuckle.

And when I saw where Cortex was smiling with silent, unspeakable signs...

"Oh, my... you tried!?

Seems to her, from the beginning, Atlas's behavior, etc. seemed promising...

"Yes, sir. I don't care, we're good friends."

Where Atlas has become clearly disadvantaged, Waltz, who was sitting in the captain's seat, watching the exchange between the two, pinches his mouth.

Looks like Waltz decided to have his shoulder, intending to make amends for blowing up Atlas earlier.

Behind the constant interaction between such waltz and Homunculus... the meal was steadily being prepared by the hunter.

"... sure it was this switch? ♪ Poop ♪

A hunter tries to prepare a desk for a meal by manipulating the panels on the bridge walls in such a way as to fear, while reacting as if he were an elderly person who doesn't know how to use a mobile device.

Fortunately, however, the switch didn't seem to operate incorrectly,

Gashon!

and a movable desk with an air cylinder grew safely off the floor.

... by the way, is.

These operations on board should have been carried out by the energy that makes this ship its own body, not the hunter.

Specifically... 'Energy? Can you get your desk out of here?' 'Okay. Would we, in a way, interact like speech recognition, such as Mr Hunter?

But this time, the hunter did the manipulation himself.

I mean... there was no energy consciousness on this bridge.

"... at all, you're in trouble... The (...) of the..."

Behind himself, in all its hardship, Waltz grunts all the while watching the hunter as he prepares for lunch with a wide-angle camera of manoeuvred armor.

The words... were not against the homunculus, who, as usual, had a soft grin or cursed their own birth in front of them.

So who were you referring to... the energy that was supposed to be manipulating this ship and against the swordsmen who were supposed to be participating in the reconstruction project in South Fortress?

... In short, a swordsman who had been killed (cleansed) by Energia and had until earlier been treated by the Catalinas was still sleeping in the infirmary because he had not regained consciousness... and because the energy had not tried to leave him like that, this ship was now being manned by Waltz.

Just like that (?) Remembering the two of them, she became unexpectedly blurred.

"Well, don't say that. Even energy feels responsible, doesn't it? Even me, if I did the same to Waltz, I wouldn't be able to get a hold of anything..."

Looks like Waltz guessed what he blurred against, and the hunter, who had finished preparing lunch all the way through, replied to Waltz's soliloquy, which was addressed to no one.

"Right... maybe... (hmm? Something catches me, but... ma, come on)"

I felt like the hunter was putting some sort of para audio on the word waltz, but it seemed incomprehensible, so I decided not to care for it for now...

"Well. So, you want to call everyone here?

"Oh, I'm sorry. To the boulder... did you say," Kanno more so "? I don't know how to use it. Please."

"Ah, yes. Leave it to me (press the switch, I'm just talking...)"

Waltz speaks that way against a hunter who was preparing lunch by himself, remembering the onboard broadcast with only one button.

Thus, after boarding the ship, the companions scattered into pieces were once to gather at the bridge...

... it was supposed to be.

'Excuse me, Mr. Waltz. Because you spoke up, because the swordsman is dying again from a multi-organ failure... I'll ask him to pick up his meal later here.... Oh, and if it's true, don't disembark, and Master Sirius, who was going to ask you to help, is going to help us out here today, so her share of the meal won't be until breakfast tomorrow, is it?

and Catalina.

"Mr. Dragon," I can't eat anymore... "or something, because I'm sober, and now it's probably a pass?

and Eve.

Like... three Tempo and Yuki (and Cheval?) doesn't need to be clear to swordsmen, and neither do the two Eve squads seem to be able to attend the luncheon due to various circumstances.

The only thing that came...

Gashon!

"... I make too many chains and my hands hurt..."

... and it was just Silanui with her arms wrapped around a bandage, speaking to herself as usual.

Apparently, she couldn't get Catalina, who was busy, to hang her healing magic, and has wrapped a bandage around her hand that she worked out medication for first aid.

"This smell, this smell of damp cloth..."

Waltz whines somewhere nostalgic with her eyes narrowed to its characteristic medicinal scent.

"Is it plenty?

damp cloth, is this the first time he hears the word, Syranui asked with her neck clenched.

Then I reacted to that word... the hunter who arrived at the table I had prepared and waited for everyone to arrive now or now.

"Something about when I did an absurdity, and I put it where I bruised it, and the next day, it's easier. About the herbs... okay?

Apparently, in this world... especially in Mid-Eden, there are herbs that bear the name of damp cloth.

Maybe all the elderly people in Mid-Eden have green leaves on their backs and hips...

"I don't know the details, but I think that's more or less the case. Um, Syranui? Did you formulate the medicine yourself?

If you're Catalina, muscle fatigue and abrasions should hang healing magic, not medicine, even if you're busy...

Waltz inquired with such anticipation.

"Yes. A slight odor is the downside... crushing the herbs, dissolving them in the wrinkle oil, and dampening them in the bandage and wrapping them around the pain... Grandpa... uh, my grandfather taught me, it's a secret cure."

(If I say that, it's a secret... ma'am, let's go...)

Waltz smiles bitterly at the word 'secret', which is almost morphed.

Then she asked the questions that had sprung up, recalling the damp cloth in the modern world.

"Hmm. Is that, after all, warmer if you stick it?

"Yes. You know very well, don't you? I don't know why it gets warmer, but I sometimes use this effect to change the furnace on cold days, right?

(What about the pharmaceutical ingredients?

Waltz thinks that while remembering the proverb, "If the medicine passes, it becomes poison".

Then Silanui... with a hazy look on her face somewhere, she glanced at the view outside and opened her mouth.

"For example, on a day like this, a flask is essential."

"... Huh?

A waltz and hunter raising a bewildered voice because Syranui suddenly didn't know what to start saying.

When those girls look ahead to Syranui's gaze...

Buohhhhhhh!!

The originally blue view, visible from the gap between the clouds, was somehow blackened...