Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

And at night... the sun sets again, at night, and again at dawn...

In short, two days have passed since plants like tentacles began rampant... which means that the day has come when a 'festival' named Sweet Festival will be held in King's Capital.

the day of the first festival that Mid-Eden turns into the new government, is

Even though it is winter now, Mid-Eden's king's capital was rarely surrounded by the cheerfulness of Lang (more).

The sky is clear, and it is unlikely that there will be any signs of rain today, as well as two suns hiding in the shadows of the clouds.

Such a King's Capital was busy with the hustle and bustle of people crossing the street in the morning, sometimes the whole town would be a festival venue.

A variety of decorations that colour the city, as well as opening stores with ingredients from Mid-Eden fame...

Among them, there was a model of wood carved energy and a shop selling authentic paper planes made of thick paper... which, after all, means that Wang Dumin is accepting about energy.

Other major highlights of the festival were the "Sweet Contest," and many other traders who had come from far (far) neighboring countries to sell specialty fruits and sweet-making ingredients.

Even for many of those attending this contest, there seemed to be a great deal of interest in those rare items, which are usually unusual, and even though the festival had not yet officially begun in the city in the morning, as mentioned, it seemed to have returned with more than three times as many people as usual...

... and the time will be 9: 00 a.m.

Straight from the royal castle, which was in the heart of the city, it stretches to a giant monolith in the suburbs... Originally, one change came on the boulevard that stretched to the southern streets.

In the southern Chase, where many people usually go, a special cooking venue was set up, as well as a screening venue, and a stage to conduct the event's progression, where the young and old people who participated in the contest gathered... but the moment time came, on the stage, the top of each guild belonging to the guild union of kingdoms, the Pope of the National Church, who looked a little (one), and the President of the Senate of this country... Theresa, who for some reason had created a large neighborhood under her eyes as a gessoli, began to take the stage.

"... I wonder if you're okay, Teresa..."

Looking at that disgusting look on her face and the three tails that drooped without power, Lucia, sitting in a special seat with a card marked 'Brave Man', groaned unexpectedly in a worried manner.

"Probably will be fine today or so. Earlier, I took care of the healing magic."

In reply to Lucia's whining was Catalina, who was sitting in a seat marked 'Dear Catalina (...)' beside her.

... Note that for the record, there seemed to be rumors circulating within their people that Teresa was better off before she was exercised restorative magic, but the truth about it is unknown...

Leave that...

More than the Teresa who took the stage and the Brave (Candidate) Lucia, there was, above all, a presence that had caught the attention of those who were there.

... No, to be precise, everyone was not looking in person, but concentrating their gaze in the direction indicated by that, should I say...

"... tired..."

A small voice heard from that chair where only signs are occurring...

Needless to say, it is a waltz of transparent appearance...

"Sister, what's wrong?

Question Lucia, turning to the bearer of a voice that sounded exhausted, heard from a chair marked 'Demon God' opposite Catalina.

Against Lucia, who looked so healthy as usual, Waltz began to tell her why with her voice as it was.

"No, come on... mowing doesn't go any further, you haven't been able to practice cooking... you only have a bad feeling..."

And, remaining transparent, waltz to answer.

... yes.

Waltz has been fighting for the last two days, day and night, with unidentified plants that had continued to grow, as if they were weeds with super healing magic hanging on them.

As she put it, she hasn't yet reached the point of banishing the plants... but for now, today, because of the Sweet Festival, she seems to have interrupted and come out to the ground.

Incidentally, while Waltz continued to grass, Lucia and Catalina seemed to continue the loop that, without knowing that the plants were flooding underground, repeating the practice of making sweets at the Royal Castle, they would taste and coma...

Because of this, he wanted to get enough sleep, and they both had a bright look, unlike Waltz.

And... there was another reason why those two faces were so bright.

If, as always, we knew that cooking would fail, it should have been possible to predict today that this would be the worst day for them, long before they entered the contest.

But their expressions didn't even include the word 'or' in 'Shadow'.

... In short, the hunter who was their lecturer was confident that neither of them was small because he gave the go sign.

It's just... somehow, that hunter who made two people feel confident he wasn't in this contest today because of his sudden illness... well, that's probably a coincidence...

... Well.

Let's get back to waltz whining.

Her mourning (?) In contrast, Lucia, who had previously heard from her sister about a plant that spreads sarcastically underground, returns the words with a bitter smile.

"When this is over, we're all grasshoppers, right?

"... really, please. I don't want to see any more plants or anything for a while... Especially weeds..."

"I don't know the details because I haven't seen them in person... but they were extra (softly). We'll hang the magic of apoptosis later."

"Yeah, please. But... watch out for other creatures, okay? For example, it's being used by energy... well, I guess."

Waltz answers to Catalina, who has pinched her mouth along the way, still remembering the swordsman and energy who would continue to mow the grass using his sword.

For once, so far, there was nothing like the main body of energy being swallowed up by a plant, but I didn't know what would happen if I left it like this, so Waltz seemed to want the plant to be managed because I could rather get involved with the swordsman as well...

And that's when.

"Oops... Looks like it's time to start, doesn't it?

Catalina looks like she finally noticed that Teresa stood in front of a loud magic device (microphone) installed on the stage after a whole story about the top of the Alliance.

At the end of her gaze like that... Theresa, who looked like she was sleeping, was desperately trying to say hello to the people waiting for her words as she bit down the stretch (yawn).

And I actually start talking, but...

"... Thank you very much for coming today to the first commemorative sweet festival in the nascent Mid-Eden Republic ~"

"... what is this? I'm talking to you on my own...?

Apparently, a completely different voice was heard from the speaker than the words he had spoken, and Teresa, standing on the stage, frowned for only a moment.

Soon, however, she seemed to realize who the bearer of that voice was, and with a reassuring look on her face, she began to move her mouth to match the voice she could hear.

"Today, we are going to have a contest for you to put on A and B about the sweets made by the concubines ~. Among them, maybe ~... there's a hit off, but even if you pull off, maybe you won't die, so please enjoy yourself carefully ~?

"Hey... Kol! What the hell are you talking about?!

"Especially in 3 sitting on the left side of the special seat there n"

Dogowong!!

... Thus, later, the first edition of the Sweet Festival, which continues as Mid-Eden's Founding Festival, opened its curtain...