Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Long ago, it was shaped by piling up large stones and marble, the royal castle of Mid-Eden.

The biggest building in the country... in fact, the ground (...) above (...) part (...) minute (...) was only (...) the third floor, and the first floor was a building that was very widely built vertically.

Its appearance has never changed much, and in a way seems to have become a symbolic presence in this country.

... Nevertheless, the only thing that looked the same was appearance.

Inside, advances in magic technology and the introduction of science and technology had always led to the introduction of state-of-the-art equipment.

Especially since the waltzes arrived a few months ago. That was accelerating, I would say.

A wall clock with an unknown power source that cannot be judged to be either demonic automatic doors, mechanical elevators, demonic or mechanical...

The people and the people who work there about a castle where such fantasy and engineering live... seem to have embraced positively, however, the interior, as day after day, as if it were a tourist destination (?) It seemed lively.

Rather than... now this castle had a role like city hall in the modern world, so noisy and natural, should I say...

Well, aside from that.

In such a castle, two fox daughters and one fake (...) fox daughter walked through a special hallway that only some officials could enter and exit, letting them shake their tails in a similar fashion.

And they walk down the hallway for a while... to reach the room of purpose, or, more importantly, stop that leg.

Con, con...

Gacha...

"Delivered to Yulia."

That's what I mouthed... was Catalina, characterised by her red-haired tail and the white coat she was wearing.

Apparently, she had a package she wanted to deliver to someone in this room.

What the contents of that luggage are... because it was wrapped by a pink cloth, I could not pry from the outside to find out, but at first glance those who know nothing would not even look like a lunch box for a plug...

In fact, it looks like a woman who assumed it was a lunch box that she had in her hand got up from her desk and walked to the entrance to receive it.

"Yes, yes, lunch, right?

In response to Catalina, who came to the room... was Lisa of Sacubus, a newcomer to the intelligence department.

She, until last week, belonged to the intelligence forces of the Boleas Empire, which translated into stabbing Waltz in the back and then about to be killed... and just to conclude because it would be very long to explain, was drawn to work in this country by Julia, the same sacubus who heads the intelligence department in Mid-Eden.

Such a newbie, she didn't seem to know what Catalina was like when she came to deliver something like a lunch box... unfortunately.

Lisa had been treated by Catalina for the rest of her life when she was about to die of being blown away by these demon gods... but since it was now her colleagues, Julia and Sylvia, who nursed her unconscious afterwards, she had little memory of the treated Catalina.

And even more so... she was in the middle of psychotherapy with phantom magic by Julia so that she would never stab Waltz again, so she was also in a mild state of confusion at the moment when she was dealing with visitors.

For that reason, the figure of Catalina, which should be remembered as thin, and her plugging (?) I didn't even notice the suspicious aura seeping out of it.

Or could it be said that the fact that it was noon was one of the causes that made Lisa assume that the contents of the package were food...

"No, it's food, m"

"Sister Julia? I got your lunch. Okay?

I tried to correct it, and Lisa disappeared into the back of the room with a sleaze and a wrap before it, but for that, I lost my way to point the word, and I accidentally shut up, Catalina...

Then she looked back towards the entrance, against two Waltz and Lucia waiting in the hallway without entering the room.

"... so shall we go to the kitchen"

... as if he could have handed over his unharmed baggage.

"What... okay? Let it go..."

Lucia confused by that word of Catalina because she knew what the contents of the wrap were.

Then Catalina, shaking her head slowly, smiled slightly and said:

"If you open inside and look in person, you may be surprised at first, but you'll soon find out. No way, you wouldn't think of eating it wrong for lunch"

"... so is that."

On second thought, it was obvious, so Lucia is convinced by that explanation.

Waltz, on the other hand, who had been watching the whole room with Lucia, seemed somewhat anxious because Lisa's eyes had no light... but instead of putting it in her mouth, she turned her back on a room with an intelligence department and started walking towards the kitchen.

And then...

"Wow! Looks delicious! '

"Whoa, whoa, whoa?!

'Ugh?!

... such a screaming scream (?) is the story that a few people heard it echo from the Information Department room...

And the scene took its place in front of the kitchen, and now Waltz opened its door.

Gacha...

"Oh, excuse me. I'm going to occupy this place now, so you guys go out and t"

"Oh, the waltzes!

Looks like Waltz was about to say something... but ignoring them in any good fortune, in the huge kitchen of the royal castle, a hunter who was cooking with the other cooks, calls out to the three who came.

"Ah, Mr. Hunter. You were here first."

"Well, you promised to teach Catalina how to cook."

The hunter keeps turning the foam in a way he's used to.

She came one step ahead of the waltzes and was making sweets, and seemed to be carefully stirring only the white body of the eggs.

Then, as the three of them focus their gaze intriguingly on the contents of the bowl held by the hunter who bubbles as they look... she opens her mouth again.

"Maybe Waltz and Lucia... are you here to practice cooking?

"Yep. I meant to."

"Uh, yes"

and to each, Waltz and Lucia, who answer to the hunter's inquiry.

Then the hunter, when he placed the bowl with the meringue, which had become appropriately stiff, on the desk on the spot... removed the chilled plates from the demonic refrigerator, which was nearby, and placed them in front of the three of them.

"This, I still don't have a name for it in the prototype sweets... I want the three of you to try it. If you like it, I'll teach you how to make it later."

With that said, it's like chocolate... or cookies, three sweets (?) A hunter offering.

Since the number of visitors was exactly the same as the number, the waltzes did not hesitate to take it.

Poli... coli...

I don't know what this is... "

Waltz raises the question because the touch was too unexpected.

Lucia and Catalina, who were beside her, also seemed to have a difficult look on their face... not that it didn't seem delicious, but it didn't seem like it was as sweet as I had imagined.

The hunter looks at those three faces...

"Hmm... I knew you would... I think the unexpectedness is a substitute for no more, but the flavor and texture still have a part to pack..."

... before hearing their verbal thoughts, they seem to have guessed what they thought.

Instead, I thought the same thing myself, should I say...

"... So, what is it? This..." Polypoli.

As a result of a chocolate-like sweet treat melting in his mouth, something granular about 2 mm in diameter lingered on his tongue... chewing it up like a gummy, Waltz asked.

As a result, the words spoken by the hunter... were far from sweet.

"This... actually, it's a bird cartilage"

"... Huh?

Let me think it's sweets, it was actually meat, to the words of the hunter who just said, three waltzes who doubt their own ears.

But her explanation didn't seem like a joke.

"I scraped the extra meat from the cartilage beautifully, simmered with strong liquor to eliminate the odor, then I soaked it in syrup made of honey or sugar for 3 weeks and cut it to the right size, then crushed and powdered with dried hercherry seeds, then solidified with honey candy"

"Sweets of meat... what is it..."

"Oh. Because you like meat! I made them because I thought they could be eaten by children and women who didn't like meat."

(I wonder why... Something seems to be going in the wrong direction, not wrong...)

I've often heard of the approach of trying to feed vegetables somehow to those who don't like vegetables, but because I had never heard of the approach of trying to feed meat, I think of waltz.

Still, it seems that the hunter's made that meaty sweet was a clean sweet, so he decided to wonder if it was these dishes.

Well, if you consider that the ingredients of cartilage are made of collagen, the method may not be the same, but you can't even say gummy...

"Hunter, I think it would be better not to stiffen this with honey candy, don't you?

"... Huh? So, waltz better stay in its original form?

"No... not..."

Then again, Waltz manages to continue explaining Gummy to the hunter who tries to provide the cartilage as it was originally shaped.

Thus, cooking classes involving hunters who are supposed to act as teachers (?), but it opened the curtain...