Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Until just now, the Royal Castle conference room was physically burning.

Along with that, it was noisy to see the energy moored near the roof of the royal castle... not only in the walls of the royal castle, as a matter of course...

I didn't bother...

The whole city of Carolis, the capital of Merclio, said it was midnight around the night, was no different from the day... no, it was surrounded by more than the bustle of the day.

Seeing the royal castle from anywhere in the city, he was talking to his neighbors and acquaintances as the citizens turned a worrying gaze.

The content of that conversation was dedicated to, 'Is this city okay?' It's about.

Girls of such age, who seemed to think they should not walk in such a small alley in such a town, walked silently to avoid noisy people.

The tallest platinum-haired girl (...) of them (...) throws her voice toward the three international little girls as she moves ahead.

"... the Poaches? How far are you gonna go?

With that said, Waltz fine-tunes it so that the manoeuvring armor (from) doesn't hit the wall of the house.

In that inquiry the Porches... but without returning any words, they continued to walk happily waving their tails.

"... ma, come on"

It seemed to Waltz that the current situation was as if he were taking a dog walk with no return of words, either because he remembered that the Porches were Cerberus until the other day, who went all the way through town in a heartbeat.

Then as Waltz walks, remembering the dog he used to own in the modern world by the name of 'Ibonne', Strella, who was walking beside her, sighs and opens her mouth.

"I'm sorry. Sister."

(Hmm... You've changed, Strella.)

Waltz feels unexpected, to his sister, who has suddenly apologized.

... but apparently, Strella's personality didn't make her elegant or sophisticated.

"Porches... once you run, you keep running everywhere... Is this all an inherent habit, you can't get caught in the middle..."

"Ah... yes"

I thought you said an apology in the sense that I let it accompany this one, and I'm sorry, waltz narrowing my eyes because I didn't.

The two of us exchanged like that, chasing the poaches along the town as if it were running water... and walking for about 20 minutes.

"Uh, you got it?... Gusu."

"It smells here!... Grrrrrrrrrr."

"..." I guess.

"... Huh?

When the Porches stopped, they turned to their husband and waltz and said that.

"What's here..."

"... are we really here, Porch?

Waltz and Strella unwittingly tilt their necks and listened back, not thinking there was anything around them that was suspected of being related to the former angels.

But he didn't seem to intend to alter his remarks to the Porches...

"Yeah... Gu Gu"

"Grrrrrrrr..."

"..." Kokuri.

All three, sharp towards the place (?) With his gaze pointed, he answered the Waltz query that way.

Where the hell did those girls get to...

"It's not a lake in anything... I mean, does the lake stink?

As Waltz put it, it was on the shore of a lake adjacent to the capital city of Carolis...

"Is that it, after all? You think there's some kind of magic prop that replaces an air cylinder, and you're lurking in the water? So, the pouches sniffed the smell of the air coming out of the water as they breathed... targeted?

"If so, how do we talk..."

With such an exchange... the moon sets and Waltz and Strella turn their gaze toward a lake in the dark.

The only light there was the light of the city that shined a little further away, the cold light of firefly-like worms, and the blink of the tiny innumerable stars floating in the sky.

If you didn't hear the sound of the lake, it would appear to ordinary people that there is an infinite darkness that doesn't even know the existence of the lake that is dissolving in the darkness and that is likely to suck in even the light...

Strella, a homunculus, opened its mouth as she looked at such a view with an ultra-high sensitivity camera embedded instead of an eyeball... somehow her eyes narrowed in a glare.

"... there's something here."

"... Ma, there's something here."

Occasionally, on the shores of the lake, where the little Sazano hits, in various stone gaps, large and small, Waltz mouths things off as usual while finding fish like Itoyo.

Without worrying so much about her condition, Strella continued her words with her narrowed eyes pointed as far into the lake.

"Maybe... people are swimming."

"... yes. Shall we go home then?"

"Huh?"

The clap level of Waltz's words (?), but because it was so expensive that I couldn't ignore it, or even though I've tried not to care about it before, Strella unwittingly listens back.

Meanwhile, the waltz questioned, with an unpleasant look on his face, said the reason for the statement.

"You're swimming in a dark lake at this hour... and you're the only one with a crazy head, a mentally ill person, or a pervert who loves to swim extra long, right? Someone like that... no, I'd like to get involved with maybe someone (...) Chi (...) or, honestly, I'd like to spare you..."

"I don't want to understand how it can be such a thought... but I don't like to understand it..."

Hold your head with that said... Strella hates the fact that the making of her own head is close to her sister (?) while I said it back to Waltz.

"I didn't forget what you came here to do, did I?

With that said, Strella looks to the poachers who cling to the beef jerky rewarded for directions.

Waltz, who knew what that gaze meant and the answer to the query, said, frowning and looking troublesome.

"... you're going to hate it. It's a pain in the ass, so why don't we just shoot a missile against the exterminator?

"If you do that... maybe the towns and villages facing this lake will be wiped out..."

"... right..."

I meant it half the time, but because of its proper handling, I also wondered if unrelated people would be sacrificed, and Waltz seemed reluctantly to decide to deal with the ex-angels who would be lurking in the lake in a muddy way.

"So, do you have any ideas?

"If there was... maybe it's just me and your father doing something about it. Nothing in particular, so for now, I'm gonna catch a pervert swimming in the lake at night and interrogate him, what do you say?

"If you're serious, you will, won't you?... Speaking of..."

Swimming in the lake, with his gaze on the black shadow, Waltz opened his mouth with his hands on his chin, remembering something.

"Sure, Countess... uh, the hunter's mother said at the bottom of this lake, there's no dungeon or anything, but you don't think that's where Ajito is?

"Oh... I think that story, maybe, is just a superstition of the adventurers, huh? Because the government hasn't confirmed the existence of such a dungeon... What the hell are you talking about, you're having such a conversation with the hunter's mother..."

"No... there's a lot going on... For a more detailed explanation, even when the hunter wakes up later?

"... in short, you have trouble explaining..."

"No... it's not, but it's not..."

With that said, waltz reminds me of a hunter's mother who gets annoying when she gets drunk...

Then she returns to the subject, trying to mislead every nasty memory.

"So, how do we get him? You can't help but catch one or two of them, can you?

"There's not that much in a boulder, is there?

"No, you don't get it, do you? Try to punch a shockwave in the water and stun the people who might be diving?

"It's noisy... That would be nice if it came up, but wouldn't it be awkward if it sank the other way around?

"Ma, the only pervert should be swimming at this hour anyway, and it's nothing good, right?

"... so is that."

Because Waltz and Thoughts are similar... or Strella, who in the end decided to adopt her noisy proposal.

As a result, Waltz proceeded with manoeuvring armor into the lake in order to emit shock waves into the water.

"Well, let's go, shall we?

Waltz calls such a voice to Strella waiting ashore, or to the three poaches, where the depth of the water has been sufficiently deep some time from the shore of the lake.

And then she...

"I'm sorry about the people and animals sleeping nearby, but... be patient, okay?

And then I whine...

Pooh, wow...!

and released a pin (PING) like the active sonar of a submarine from a transducer mounted on the surface of a manoeuvre armor with an ultra-large output...

At that moment,

Bass bass bass!!

Gah, gah!!

Wow!!

and a lakeside area that gets noisy with the sounds of demons and other animals...

All of the scenery was lit by the likes of bonfires because people living on the shores of the lake woke up because of the roar...

While I realize what's going on around there.

"... yeah. Sounds good."

waltz (hologram) on the water that concentrates and whines around the center of the lake.

Her eyes seemed to show not one or two... but the shadow of a massive crowd of more than 20.

"That's a lot..."

Waltz counts the number of perverts swimming in the lake at night with their arms together, whether the number of those who have emerged has been greater than assumed.

Since then it has gradually continued to increase, exceeding 50 people... at that time.

Dogowo!!

From a couple of kilometers away from Waltz, a black, giant... mysterious object, like a whale, surfaced with fierce momentum towards the water.

"... what? Why was that thing sinking in this lake..."

Look at that... waltz holding my head by accident.

Because that black whale-like object... was a giant submarine, as it is in the modern world...