Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Pretend Cortex slept (?) for the first time... and the debate ended up being saturated about what to do with the angels that they would leap inside Merclio...

Finally, I was listening until that point (?) Energia started putting that whole weight on the swordsman in an attempt to leave for the sea of dreams... around that time.

"... Ha! Hey, you're not sleeping, are you?!

... Syranui, who has been asleep since the meeting began, largely restarted.

"In short, cut and paste and repeat, right?!

"... sorry, Silanui. I don't know what you're talking about..."

In panic, Waltz responds with a bitter smile as usual to Syranui showing a gesture that somehow wields something like a long stick.

Apparently, as a waltz, she's not going to blame me for sleeping during the meeting.

"What? Ah... Shh, sorry... I was asleep"

"No, I know you're tired, so it's okay."

After such an exchange with Syranui, it's still important to note that, um, to the roaring Strellas, when Waltz returns that gaze...

Con, con...

The sound of the door of the meeting room knocking echoed through the room.

"Could it be Canopus?

"Well, what do you say? By now, your father... even though he's busy, I wonder if it's about time he was so busy killing himself that he didn't even have time to rest, swinging by the silencing of the noise in the mayhem of the castle town because of someone else? You said you'd ride the royal castle with energy, but you're my sister anyway, aren't you?

"... yeah. Sorry..."

and waltz sisters who interact barren.

... but while we were having such an exchange, when we saw that the visitors didn't come inside the room, apparently, Canopus didn't come.

In particular, I can't completely abandon the possibility that he, outside the conference room, is awaiting a reply from the inside... but it's unlikely that the king will be in his castle, waiting for permission to enter, etc... first of all.

"... this sign, that stingy..."

"Suzume?"

"Yeah, chairman of this country. Sylvia's mother. She, you don't care a bit..."

That's what I said, then Strella taking a seat on the spot.

Then she put her hands on her mouth...

"Yes, sir. We're taking it in now, so you're off-limits?

With an unpleasant look on his face, he threw those words toward the entrance to the conference room.

Then...

Gacha...

"Excuse me..."

What did you think of Strella's words... Hermes, Sylvia's mother in the chair, opened the door to the conference room and came inside.

In her hands like that,

Ragged, ragged...

And if you look at the wagon being pulled, something like some sweet-smelling food on top of it, and the massive amount of cups on it... it looks like they've prepared a night meal for the Strellas, who keep meeting late at night.

"I brought you tea and sweets"

With that said, Hermes stops the wagon next to the waltz and starts distributing green tea.

Then Strella, who saw how it was...

"You said no when you came in..."

I raised my protest with dissatisfaction.

"Oh, did I? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. But that's what I made it for, so I'll just leave it, right? Master Strella? Not if you stay up too late, right?

and Hermes, pointing a gentle gaze at Strella, turning to words that are completely childish.

On the other hand, if you're Strella, you've got an unspoken look on your face...

"Grunting..." Puffy.

It was desperate, swallowing the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

If you say something here, you'll admit you're a child... with that look on your face.

Although not in direct contact, Waltz (unilaterally) noticed how the two were in a one-touch state of immediacy, and asked Hermes if it was difficult to talk to Strella... who was trembling with patience for something.

"... is something wrong?

"No. It's not like something happened, is it? It's just... Master Strella is worried because she seems to be working without taking a lot of time off."

"... did you"

No sleep at all, day or night, the Strella of Homunculus, where you can continue your stewardship.

For Hermes, who didn't know about her like that, she couldn't seem to help but worry about Strella's health.

Could it also be said that Hermes has a near-aged daughter (Sylvia) who was unnecessarily concerned...

... but even when you hear her mean it like that,

Strella looking uncomfortable.

She seems to have a reason why she can't accept Hermes for much longer...

"No? Strella. If we quarrel"

"How do I look at what, this looks like a fight..."

And when Strella turned a jitty eye on her, with a freaking look on her face that Waltz said again that she didn't know why...

"... come on, still eat this and reset your head once"

That is what Hermes said, and he took a small plate... and distributed the strange things to those who were on the spot.

"... what is it? This..."

At least, it wasn't in my database, that... waltz asking what the mysterious object is.

Hermes then began to explain a slightly scorched sole, floating (...) or (...) bu (...) on the plate, with a look that he seemed to have said in his side voice, "Well listened to me.

"This is... this is the cotton candy transmitted in this region"

"Wow, cotton candy? Cotton candy, was it floating in the air? I mean, were you burning?

"I don't know about it in other countries, but in this country, cotton candy is popular like clouds that use small wind magic to float. Heating the surface with fire magic while exercising ice magic on the cotton candy body to keep it from melting makes it look a little burnt and like a cloud illuminated by the morning sun or sunset. It's not easy for anyone to make it because it requires meticulous magic control, is it?

and hermes bragging her chest out.

Apparently, this cotton candy was made by herself.

"Hmm... touching clouds, that's the one..."

After saying so... Waltz remembers what happened a while ago with a ha-ha-ha look on his face.

(Ah... speaking of which, I feel like Yuki was promising some impossible challenge about Eve showing a cloud that she could touch, but isn't this good?

With that in mind, I turned my gaze to Eve, who was asleep until just now...

"Mockingjay cum... gokun.... hmm? Anything wrong? Dear Waltz."

... Soon she was awake, sooner than anyone else on the spot, throwing magically floating cotton candy into her mouth.

"Yeah. It's nothing... (Oh, Yuki. Now you've blocked one escape route again...)"

One small, bittersweet waltz laughs at Yuki as time stands and her options gradually disappear (her tits).

Later, it was... the hunter sitting next to Waltz who opened his mouth.

"Hmm. I see. Cooking with magic... I didn't think so."

"What's wrong with you? Mr. Hunter."

"I don't like it? Next time there's a sweet contest in Wangdu, right? I thought I'd use this for the story then... Even so, it's not the cotton candy I think of as an exhibition, is it?

"Was it... But, hunter, can you use magic?

"That's... that's it, isn't it? Here... yeah..."

Then again, a hunter who tries to get his way into his mouth somehow to use magic.

... but at last words never came out of her mouth... she was grieving over the golden scorched cotton candy with a crying look on her face...

(The only person in my crew who can use fine magic that seems to be used for magical cooking... is about Silanui. If she says she's going to the contest, she's going to be a competitor, so you can't ask for help...)

And while I turn my gaze against Syranui, who cheeks cotton candy deliciously... waltz to deliberately get rid of and think about Catalina, who doesn't like cooking, even if she's good at fine magic.

Then she started thinking with a twinkle of an eyebrow about what kind of dish Lucia was trying to cook, also about to compete in the contest... that was the time.

"... Oh, that?

Bataah...

Hermes, who was collecting empty plates by rationing, somehow, suddenly fell on the spot.

"What?! So, are you okay?!

"Uh... suddenly... drowsiness... zzz"

Waltz narrows his eyes to Hermes, who suddenly lost consciousness and looks like he's fallen asleep.

Right after that...

Gasha...

"Hey, it could be Nemo... zzz"

I try to have tea... and Eve overflows on my desk, and I stick around and fall asleep.

Then again, butterflies and fellow unconscious people one after another.

As a result, there was no unconsciousness left in that room until the end of...

"So, are you okay?! Guys!"

and the Atlas of Homunculus, who speaks up and...

"I knew you were poisoning something with this tin (Hermes)..."

Strella in homunculus as well.

Besides,

"... sleeping pills? Or magic?"

waltz that, unless it is a lethal poison, does not even cause abdominal pain;

"Monkey cum... zzz"

... while pretending to sleep, it was Cortex cheeking on cotton candy where sleeping pills might be mixed...

"... it could be a pinch, come on, get up, Cortex"

And even if Waltz calls out...

"zzz ~..."

Cortex said with his mouth, not (z), not (z) ~, and showed no signs of waking up.

She was here on vacation in the first place... plus, given the time, it's usually already bedtime, so I guess it's completely out of business hours.

Can you even say that your office work is superb here...

"Ma, it doesn't look like it's poisoned, so maybe you don't have to rush it..."

If what we all ate contained lethal poison, we'd have to pull out the walls of the castle right now, straight back to the hull of the energy, and rush to get Catalina treated... but seeing that waltz wasn't causing abdominal pain, it seems that the ingredients in the food weren't poisonous, or extremely strong, even if they were sleeping pills.

Well, I can't deny the possibility that it's like sleep magic either... but in any case, Waltz decided not to rush away and wait for everyone to wake up because there weren't any major problems in the very fact that his buddies fell asleep.

Such a fold...

Con, con...

"I need to talk to you, Master Strella"

A soldier-like person can be heard knocking on the door of the conference room.

"(So, what do we do?

"(Summer bugs flying and on fire)"

"(zzz ~)"

"(It's already a pain in the ass, so I'm starting to feel good about killing them all...)"

It was obvious without bothering to think about what kind of soldier came at this time, so... the waltzes discussed their future behavior in a super-fast space of thought that only those with neurochips could interact with...

"(... so be it)"

"(That's Plan G)"

"(zzz ~)"

"(Huh? You didn't have a plan like that, did you?

The soldier who came... had begun an operation to deal with the former angels who would be wearing the skin of and the others who seemed to be behind it...