Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

After completing the (magical) sweep of the workshop and rendezvous with the hunter, the waltzes returned to the energy body once again in a row.

Then as they entered the bridge, there was the Cortex who were returning as soon as possible...

"... that's why I don't know what kind of red balls were floating in the basement workshop. Looks like it was just one..."

"Really ~. You're really not sure ~. … please explain from the beginning"

"... yeah"

Trying to fold the description as usual... but Waltz getting dumped by Cortex as usual.

After an exchange that seemed to continue every day for 365 days, I explained (Eve, Silanui and Fei Long) how it happened again...

"Were you ~. Then you have to catch a bad guy peeking and put him to death ~. Right ~? Atlas ~?

Cortex actually has his own personal life (?) I also looked at Atlas with a dark grin, wondering if they were peeking, sneering...

"Yes, I did say I had to catch him!

Come on, why don't you do something about it yourself... and so on, but swallow Atlas without putting it in your mouth...

Later, I spoke to him, frowning and mushing... was Syranui, who had some restlessness and a troubled look on his face.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Atlas! I'll help you find that killer, too, won't I?

"What... you do?

From time to time, it was Syranui who had many opportunities to deal with something, but because it was rare to stick his neck in these topics, Atlas is heartily surprised.

Then, apart from Silanui, the other, opens his mouth to the contrary.

"Hmm... then I'll work with you. So far, I'm the only one who sees the sphere."

This time it was the first flying dragon to discover the sphere.

Until earlier, he thought it would be good to hear a lot of knowledge from Waltz, but not only would he receive something, but he could also contribute himself to the activities of the party.

"Oh, yeah..."

Atlas suddenly had two girls (?) from which, at the same time, he seemed to have a slightly puzzling look with the coming of a medical examination of cooperation.

... Well, 99% of that confusion seemed to stem from the floating grin of my sister who was next door...

Rather, for 100% confusion, 9900% pressure added, should I say...

Then when he's showing a flirtatious bare look at Cortex with an unspeakable grin at himself...

"You don't have to worry about me ~? Atlas ~?"

She... somehow said those words while pointing a pure smile at Atlas that seemed to have no inclusions.

"(Ugh, wow... I'm scared the other way around...)"

Oh, my God. It's supposed to be just a laugh, but that's the other way around, because it looked horrible like the tranquillity before the storm... or he decided to shift his gaze from Cortex, whoops, and not look at it as it was...

Then, when he managed to push that unseen pressure to the corner of his head, he uttered a response to the two people who had been diagnosing the cooperation.

"... well, then, when we get back to King's Capital, do you mind if I ask the two of you to help me out as soon as possible?

"Ha!"

"Uhm!"

To the words of Atlas, Siranui and Fei Long snort vigorously.

... should I say naturally if I do,

"What... so I might have to work with you, too?

Looks like Eve came with it on the set.

With Cortex and Syranui, and with Fei Long... somehow between Eve (?), behind which there was an atmosphere that could not be described as spark, aura or magic, something difficult to describe...

"... Swordsman.... you, Sole, where did you get this?

... A hunter had such a question in his mouth as he turned his gaze to a swordsman who came in strangely stylish black armor, containing the colours he yearned for.

As far as that look goes, you definitely think you want..., too...

"Monsieur... Actually, this armor..."

A swordsman tried to say what that pitch-black armor was made of... at that time.

"To the hunter, Mr. Victor won't give it to you!

When the energy that was shaping the armor solved the simulation, it returned to the human form with a swordsman holding him in his body wearing clothes that had become like a worn rag

"... Huh?

Look at that, about what the hell the hunter had on his face... well, you don't have to tell me.

"Hey, Mr. Victor?

"Is that Cortex-sama's mane? I'm not a thing in the first place, am I?

'Things, people, it doesn't matter! Mr. Victor, it's just me!

"... (How did this happen...?

What the hell reason is Energia favoring itself...

And why, even if she held me full of strength made of millimeter machines, if I never felt her weight, my body would never suffer...

Regardless of what the cause of the former was, the swordsman made a terrible inquiry against Waltz, who was nearby, to ascertain the cause of the latter.

"... hey, Lord Waltz. I want to ask you one thing... did you do something to my body?

"... Huh?

"... Huh?

Energy and hunters who unwittingly ask back because they suddenly didn't know what the swordsman had mentioned.

Several interpretations seemed to exist in that language, and they seemed to take it in a different way for each of them.

Then the two of us and the swordsman focused their gaze on Waltz, including many meanings in that gaze...

"... Huh?

Unlike what the swordsman expected, she, too, had the same reaction as the other two.

"... did you do something?

"No... like, for example, being blown up about 50 meters would stop you from dying... a human modification or something"

"I don't remember doing that... Could it be that worn out clothes... really blew you 50 meters?

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's the clothes I was borrowing... A little... to Master Cortex."

(No, no, he's a biological person, so he usually dies, right?

and waltz with his head in the tyranny of the Cortex.

Anyway, apparently Waltz has no idea what happened to the swordsman's body.

Then when she turns to Cortex, flickering her gaze...

"..." Niccoli.

And, Cortex was somehow turning his far-reaching grin to Waltz and... and somehow energy.

(That girl, what did you do to the swordsman... so you couldn't have had time for Cortex to do something about it... So you asked Catalina to modify it or something?... No, Catalina couldn't have done that to me without permission... and I wonder what that means?

I waltz to think about what the hell that laugh of Cortex meant...

(... ma, come on)

In the end, as usual, it wasn't a big deal, so it was to stop thinking deeply...

"Isn't that all right? I'm not sure, but you don't have any trouble with that, do you? If anything goes wrong, I'll talk to you, but..."

"I have no trouble... but I would have liked you to talk to me in advance if I could..."

(No, so I don't know... but you won't believe me... I'm sure)

I just clarified, I felt like I was somehow digging a grave, and Waltz gave up arguing any further.

"Yes... I'm sorry you did that. Can you tell me if there's any physical abnormality? I'll tell Catalina to undo it."

Cortex had some thoughts, too, and silently treated the swordsman (?) So Waltz decided to take this matter as his own...

"... let's see..."

Waltz told those who were on the bridge the next schedule when he lowered his back to the captain's seat, thinking that he had simply stopped by the village but that a lot of trouble had happened..., etc.

"We're moving to our next destination, right?

"What, your next destination?

Against Waltz... with a tired cut look on his face, Eve asks the other way around.

After being trapped in a labyrinthine underground space in the morning, attacked by a rat by day, and tangled by a troublesome female knight at night in a liquor store, he took a tour of the Waltz house (workshop).

For a still young girlfriend, a hard hard schedule (?) I guess it was.

In contrast to such an Eve, Waltz smiled briefly at the description of his destination.

"Next up, the royal castle in Carolis, capital of the provisional kingdom of Merclio.... today's inn."

"The royal castle is the hotel..."

"There's been a lot... I'm not going to explain it because it's going to be a long story..."

... Again, as usual, Eve and the rest of us who didn't know what was going on, listening to that conversation, with a look like a jerk as we turned to Zito's eyes against Waltz, whose explanation seemed troublesome.

Afterwards, folks, as I said, I had a simultaneously sad look on my face... forcing Waltz, who couldn't stand the pressure that look created, to explain what happened in Merclio as a result... after all, because I had pre-signed it in the back...

... Whatever.

Thus the waltzes took off air battleship energy from the city of Alc, which had developed at some point, to its royal castle in Merclio, a country surrounded by mountains and lakes...