Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"... here it is"

In a strangely extra (approximate) tone, Strella led the waltzes to...

"... Huh?

Bedroom for visitors... it wasn't.

"... look, did you get into the room properly? Let's get this meeting started, shall we?

The moment the door to that room was opened, as Strella said back in her original tone, it was simply a conference room lined with long desks and chairs...

"... Strella? Really, you're not gonna let me rest?

How the Relentless Strella Works (?) before, waltz who accidentally takes confirmation with her.

But Strella didn't bring everyone here for a joke, and it seemed like she was even serious...

"Huh? No way, you're not just here to sleep, are you?

It was Sarah who said such a thing, ignoring the hope of the waltzes.

"Of course, you came to help me and your father (Canopus), didn't you? I've been having a rough time lately, but I haven't had a tone out and... come on, I've been thinking about declaring war on Mid-Eden, and that's your sister coming at this busiest time. You feel like a hero running for a pinch."

Waltz and the homunculus who can't seem to find the words to return because the paraphonics contained in Strella's words were stabbing, and yet had a final circular connotation.

Then they... they had no choice but to go inside the conference room and when they took the right seats, all three of them held their heads with their elbows on their desks...

Then, fellows who get brief reports from Strella.

But Eve and Silanui didn't seem to be listening because it was a trip into their dreams... and because the swordsmen were busy dealing with the entangling energies.

Of all those people, I was listening to Strella properly...

"Hmm..."

What the hell was interesting about her story, the flying dragon who was listening in her foreboding appearance as she slowly rocked her tail and

"Right... That's what happened..."

A hunter holding an important post in the Mid-Eden government.

And

"That's embarrassing..."

"Let me sleep now..."

were the homunculus of Atlas and Cortex.

Well, of all the homunculus, the only cortex to get some sleep was going to have physical limits soon...

"Hmm. So, you want us to wipe out all those traitors?

And, at the party leader, Waltz, who never gets any sleep, asked in anticipation of what Strella was trying to say.

... It should be noted that this is what Strella explained to the waltzes, in summary.

Recently, those who overthrow the government have been occupying peripheral villages, occupying mines and disrupting logistics in various parts of the country.

That, too, seems to limit the response, as a Merclio government, not to happen intermittently in one place at a time, but almost every day, simultaneously in multiple places.

For soldiers and canopys who hit the response, and for Strella, I guess it's just sleepless days going on.

"Yes. I really want everyone to just turn it off... But you can't kill them all because you don't care..."

Strella responding, with a bitter look on Waltz's words.

Behind the radical remarks, she also seems to have some understanding of the causes of the rebellion of the rebels.

"... for a long time, don't you have the other guy's shoulder?

and waltz asking because he couldn't see the background to Strella's thinking.

Strella then began to say something about who the rebels were, sighing loudly.

"... until the other day, when you think that the elites who have defended the order of the country and the world suddenly, for irrational reasons, become unemployed without a single sentence, you pity them..."

"What's that...?

"... angels"

"Uh... that sort of thing"

Once ruled this country, the Merclio God (...) country (...) self-proclaimed God.

It was by his special magic that those chosen from among the people were in service, the use of God... that is, as angels.

At the time, those who had been chosen as angels were the elites among the elites in this country... and it was no exaggeration to say so.

Such are they, Waltz's invasion (?) God, the Lord who was enchanting (?) died, so he returned to being a normal human being without a grudge.

Besides, I lost most of my memory when I was an angel and its status and honor at the same time...

There was no way they... could have been unopposed to the waltz they had invaded, the new king she had set up, and the government.

I want us to give ourselves back when we were shining... or until we take it back with our own hands...

Even if I thought so, it wouldn't be any surprise.

"I didn't even think about re-employing angels..."

Waltz now remembers that in our own thoughts at the time when we heard Strella's words and thought about leaving this country to Canopus, our security of identity to the angels was completely missing.

Meanwhile, after being entrusted with this country, the shadow ruler of this country (?) And the strella that became...

"Even we noticed about them only recently... Then I tried to notify the ex-angels about the re-employment story, and the answer to that is that, in fact, there's not even 10%, which is the worst situation..."

And as a result of losing sight of this matter, he seemed to regret not returning to the water-covered basin and falling into a state...

If you're going to reverse her words... I guess that means that the remaining 90% of the angels, not even all of them, have turned to the anti-government side,

"... so I need you to help me do something about it. Hopefully... physically."

"You have no body, no lid..."

And, when working in action, Atlas will be the first to squeal.

Strella then returned the words, sighing again.

"Even I don't really want to. But with the pain. But if you don't do something about it as soon as possible, you think you'll leave a root cause later... If there's any other way to deal with this, I'd love to know. This is why I brought everyone to the conference room..."

Even though the root of the problem is not deep, it is because the cause was on us, starting with waltz, or together with our mouths shut and heads held together.

Among those fellows, the first to open his mouth... was the Secretary of Defense at Mid-Eden (?) He was a hunter serving.

"... right. I think we should avoid screwing things down with force until the end, if possible. Maybe for the waltzes, it's as simple as twisting the baby's hand... but I feel like if I were put in the same position, I'd do the same thing."

To such a hunter's words, he opened his mouth to follow... was a swordsman who thought he hadn't listened, or listened firmly, because he was busy responding to energy.

"... right. I agree with you too. We members of the Brave Men's Party... actually have the same situation as the former angels do today. Demons take the country, and chase it... So you know exactly what the ex-angels feel and think."

"Heh. Mr. Victor, you have such a magnificent past."

"Yes, no... yeah... right... (what's spectacular... now, this is the time, don't feel the most spectacular...)"

Before the energy of hammering your words... swordsmen who don't even feel like everything that happened in the past is going to feel small.

The next thing I opened my mouth... was a flying dragon that twisted its urchined tail thicker than its arm in the gap on the back of the chair and waved it regularly so that the metronome would take its timing.

"... Not at all, a person is an interesting creature. Think about the past and future of others and decide what to do. Isn't it... good? Eliminate all obstacles that stand in front of you. I've heard somewhere before that it's the king's qualities?

"I don't know about that... Tyrant kings are surprisingly cumbersome, huh? Later, I overdid it, because I can't have my own remarks swayed any more than I can at the head of people - what can I say, I can't have my actions and my remarks withdrawn... I don't know if I want to be sweet but I can't be sweet. I wonder if it's lonely... You're going to tie your life to something like that until you die."

"Hmm... maybe if you say so..."

and Fei Long thinking with his arms around Waltz's pointing out.

When she looks at Eve sleeping with her mouth open as she scratches Ibiki next door and narrows her eyes gently... perhaps she thinks of Waltz's words as applying themselves... and what time is sweet to others.

"Ma, just because there's a tyrant there, why don't you ask him what the truth is?

And, slightly derailed, when Waltz points the water against Cortex...

"... I'm sleepy already, so why don't you just kill them all ~. If things go wrong, you just have to clean up the next day slowly ~. Even though... if you don't have the political skill, you'll have a pile of problems later and you won't be able to turn your neck ~"

She said such a response in the right way, rubbing her eyes in a really sleepy way.

That statement by Cortex sounds utterly appropriate, but the truth is, I guess that's her way of doing it.

Well, Mid-Eden politics is still spinning around fine, so even if it's tyrannical and appropriate, as long as we have the ability to put together the massive amount of information that comes together and process it properly, the consequences of our actions, etc...

Against her words like that...

"... so, after all, should we ask Cole to kill them all?

While Strella nodded as she convinced Unh, when she said so...

"... zzz"

... Cortex has finally begun to fall asleep in a fox that is not a raccoon.

Is this also her political skill, the one...