Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"... would there have been any herbicides somewhere..."

Tempo thinks with his hands on his hips with that green tentacle that extends from a giant folding crane in his eyes.

In her head, the structure 'green = plant' seemed to have come to mind... but unfortunately she didn't have herbicides on hand because this was sometimes an underground workshop and had nothing to do with weeding.

"(Worst of all, it doesn't have to be herbicides... well, let's just say that's okay. The problem...)"

... and she looked around.

"... why is no one here, only today?

As the saying went out of her mouth, there was now only one tempo in this underground large workshop, except for the main body of energy and the unconscious rear that would be in it.

Awareness of energy (?) If it was in the main unit, she would have reacted first and issued a warning... but she was now exactly in the communication room of the Imperial Castle, in the swordsman's garlic (...) bi (...) kake (...), so on the contrary, the main unit was in the same condition as the loose shell.

Given that, it wouldn't be a mistake to say that you're here entirely alone in tempo.

"We have to review the security of the workshop..."

At this time, I think about going to Atlas or Cortex, where I'm usually at the Royal Castle, and then asking for security.

But both of us, considering we're already busy at work... in the end, it seems we've decided to stop asking for extra work.

Normally, he was tempted to take a good attitude toward his sisters, but that doesn't seem to mean the same toward his sisters.

"I have no choice about this one. Anyway, let's set off an alarm."

Tempo shrugged so, then when he got his hands in that magical pocket of a casual dress that had the same color as his own hair color, he took the radio out of it in large measure.

Nevertheless, there is some special button on the radio, and pressing it doesn't mean the entire workshop will be wrapped in a siren storm...

For once, the royal castle and the workshop also had a system like the emergency bell... but the story was more convenient, using the characteristic that it would pass to everyone because the radio did not have functionality like a channel, to issue verbal warnings to the fellow radio owners.

It can be described as a tempo way of disliking mechanical sounds like sirens and beeps.

And she pushed the radio transmission switch and started talking.

'Uh... ladies and gentlemen, it's an emergency. There were countless tentacles in the workshop.'

So once, the tempo that separates words.

Because it was a half-duplex wireless communication, and I keep talking to myself, I can't hear a word from the other side, so... it looks like she decided to tell me briefly what she wanted to say and wait for a reply from her buddy.

As a result, naturally the first person to respond was my sister Waltz, the owner of this workshop and the leader of the party.

... I just don't know how.

"Hey... Catalina! That's not food! Lucia said it was a drug! Oh... hunter, you're cramping... '

It was a response that had nothing to do with what Tempo said, like a scream...

"... finally, are you out of your mind? Your sister?

Tempo inquires with a jito eye against the radio with a return of a response that was too far from expectations.

Then...

"Sorry tempo! I can't right now! Can you keep joking about the myriad tentacles that have occurred?

Buzz...

... Leaving those words behind, my sister stamped the correspondence.

"..." mekki.

Listen to that word, grab the radio at your disposal... and the tempo you're about to break.

But somehow, I seem to have succeeded in restoring calm in my mind and putting up with the radio on the verge of breaking...

"Phew... if it weren't for Schwartz, I would have almost destroyed the radio"

She uttered such words of gratitude for the appearance of Schwartz floating in her head to keep her mind calm.

Well, Schwartz herself is in a difficult shape to describe, just because her body is black, and it's not an exaggeration to say the tentacles themselves...

... by the way.

That Cheval should be in Catalina's white coat by now.

Perhaps in the kitchen where Waltz would still be screaming, Catalina must be feeding me some poison b... homemade sweets...

"Still... it's troublesome for your sister. I didn't know you were going to treat this as a joke when you said it was a really critical situation."

Tempo grew still after grumbling like that with a frown (?) Tentacle Crane (?) I looked up... at that point, the tentacles had already stretched their root-like bodies to one side of the wall, some of them seemingly entering a personal room or a compartment with a maintenance room for Homunculus.

Moreover, the body does not seem to have all the visible parts of the eye, and even within the stiff walls, it seems to dive a part of the body.

Its body looks like a folding crane that was pulled up from the ground to a height of about 100m in such a way as to be dragged by the tentacles... but if the body spreads wide to this point, I would have to say that it is in a dubious state whether the folding crane really is the body at all.

"... you're disgusting..."

The thing about the black-black Shvar that I am drowning in, I put it up on the shelf, and temper my aversion to the tentacles like the roots of a green tree.

Then she wonders if she can use her energy uniform to attack the tentacles without collapsing the ceiling, or...

"... you said something that sounded interesting ~? Tempo sister ~?

Did you consider the tempo that Waltz didn't deal with? A radio wave flew from Cortex, who would be in the chancellor's office.

"Sounds interesting, is it... I don't even mean to do that, do I? Cortex."

and tempo to respond just a little frustrated.

Then Cortex's people... say these words about what they thought.

'Was it ~. Excuse me for that ~. Well, whatever happens, don't just do what the royal castle will blow up ~? For example, a small G (cockroach) ~... was it tentacles in this case ~? Against such a small bug, like firing a rail gun of energy in a row ~...'

"... okay, Cortex. Let's now head to the chancellor's office and decide to illuminate the microwave with a pinpoint. That way, at least, we can wipe out the incompetent administrators of this country without causing damage to the buildings."

... the moment Tempo said so,

'rattling

And somehow the radio got noisier over there.

Apparently, the Cortex thought the tempo was going to attack for real, and they hurried to start dodging from the chancellor's office...

"..." mekimeki.

Tempo, where the sisters get dissatisfied with not listening to each other and are about to crush the radio again.

But also this time, it seemed to have been suppressed to the extent that the hand marks were attached, and I didn't seem to have to break the radio somehow.

"... ha... heart support is still a great thing"

Again, it seems... it was Schwartz who saved her heart.

It should be noted that where in Schwartz contains ingredients that soothe her mind... is completely unknown.

"But what shall we do..."

Tempo, who regained his calm again, seems to have decided to observe closely the tentacles spreading in disregard of himself there.

As a result, it has been revealed.

"... this, after all... sounds like a plant root"

Due to the leafy green body and thoughtful green epidermis, longitudinally extending muscular fibers, clear moisture seeping out of hard ground and scratches made when rubbing...

Except that it was moving slowly, all the characteristics visible to the eye were the same as those of the plant.

Apparently, it is no exaggeration to say that this green tentacle is the root part of a plant that grows at a tremendous rate.

"... I still want herbicides. Aren't you rolling somewhere..."

The tempo where the tentacles are found to be the roots of the plant, sighing and nagging.

But she seemed to think that one person alone was moaning, that nothing would turn around... and she tried to put her voice on the radio just once more, using a radio that was about to break.

"Somebody get the herbicide m..."

But before she finishes,

Bohun!

and a radio that blows smoke and breaks.

"... I'd like you to bring me some herbicides..."

And Tempo had a slight (scuffling) regrettable look on the radio that broke because of his own grip, then... he looked up at the roots of the green plants trying to fill half the workshop and sighed deeply by himself...