Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The Sweet Contest, the highlight of the Sweet Festival, finally opened its curtain by skinning the speaker who could hear Cortex starting the rampage (?).

And the cooking for the tasting, scheduled to begin at 3: 00 snack time, began all over the city... but a strange crowd was being made at the corner of a large, publicly available cooking venue (along the boulevard running vertically and horizontally through the city)...

Needless to say, it's a booth cooked by a waltz called the Demon God by people.

"Naturally, this happens..."

and whining waltz.

In front of her like that...

"Ooh..."

"Wow..."

"The cookware is floating in the universe on its own..."

and each had the appearance of a spectator who raised a surprise voice.

She was now looking transparent because she didn't like to be seen in person, stirring even ice chicken (frosted chicken) eggs in order to make a sweet for 20 set by policy.

Specifically, I was just handily putting only 10 egg whites in a bowl floated with gravity control and stirring that in a manual foam machine...

Wynn!!

"Ooh..."

Instead of stirring the foam machine with your hands, use gravity control to turn it at high speeds... if you like, the result of stirring the eggs on the same principle as the electric foam machine was a cheer from the residents of the town who first saw it.

Apparently it was the first time for them to see a hand (...) move (...) bubbler spinning like an electric (...) bubbler.

Some merchants from Merclio who watched it seem to be consulting on whether they can't make a demon (...) guide (...) foam machine that moves quickly and in the same way.

Well.

Apparently, the waltz has finished bubbling.

"Come on, leave this for once..."

and mouth, waltz to be placed in a creamy white, so-called bowl with meringue in a tarai with cold water.

Then she melts and mixes tentacle goat milk, sugar, a small amount of salt, heavy cao, and the extra yellow... but if we explain this far already, can we roughly predict what she's trying to make?

That's right.

It is a preliminary pancake, hot cake.

If you cook too complicated, an unexpected 'mine' may be included somewhere in the process...

Waltz seemed to go for better sweets instead of the best, by omitting elements where possible the food would fail.

Meanwhile, in the booth next to it...

"Your sister's place, an amazing crowd..."

Lucia was impressed when she glanced at the spectators that were overflowing from her sister's to her own.

She seemed to have seen her sister gathering everyone's gaze and wondered if she would be able to cook properly if she had been turned to gaze from as many people as her current sister... etc.

Fortunately, there was a waltz next door... and there was Teresa, the former princess, on the other side of it, and at Lucia, almost no one was looking at her.

Not at all zero, of course, but there were faces nearby that I found out about, and her mental burden didn't seem so great.

By the way, that 'found out face'...

"... hey, Lucia...? That massive frying... what the hell do you use it for?

In the name of being around the venue for security... is Atlas, who was appropriately paying people around the Waltz.

Too many tourists around the Waltz are dangerous in many ways, so he was regularly guiding tourists to adjust the number of people staying below a certain number.

"Huh? This fried chicken? Of course, it's not for me to eat... it's for sweets, right? Atlas."

"What... are you really going to use it for sweets?

"What... shouldn't I use it?

"... good luck with that."

And leaving a gentle grin, Atlas walking away from the spot...

Apparently, something unspeakable drifting from Lucia's booth moved his leg...

"Weird Atlas..."

Towards Atlas, which was walking away, leaning its neck... Lucia takes the fried oil and dips it in a golden specialty syrup full of sugar and heats it with fire magic.

And then her cooking goes on, but...

"... sounds delicious" Jiru

By the time the sweets are complete, it is unclear whether they will remain fried.

Plus in that next booth...

Spa!!

Demonstration sale of a junctional magic knife by Catalina, who frowned in a grumpy manner as usual... was underway to make sweets using her crafty magic.

"(... because your desk is not made of metal, you cut off every slab easily. Trouble...)"

... but it doesn't seem to have reached the point of using the magic that is rapidly growing lately...

"(Huh. I have no choice. Let's tie the line to the desk as usual and replace it with a slab)"

And on a desk with so many cleavages that it's about to collapse now, Catalina puts up a junction magic for magic defense and performs a process that can withstand her own junction magic for cutting.

Then she cuts the hardest fruit in this country, the Vajra pear (Crystal Pier), which she had cut until earlier, on the (...) plate (...), which remains special.

Spa!!

"(Yeah. I don't think I have to cut my desk for this)"

Spa!!

Spa!!

Spa!!

And, as if it were a flow task, or cutting soft fruit, Catalina would cut the Vajra pears one after the other... but the truth is, cutting this fruit was generally very difficult.

Because, as can be inferred from the name 'diamond' of this fruit, its epidermis was so hard that it did not appear to be food.

How hard the hell... a big soldier without a blindfold uses a battleax that seems to weigh 30kg and does his best to watermelon (?) It was such a hard substitute to make a split... and if I could crack it, I could unconditionally become a troop leader.

Therefore, Vajra pears were not originally eaten by men, but rather fruits such as demons whose jaws developed specially, like earthly dragons, or demons who threw up special acids from their mouths and melted and ate their subjects.

But its contents were so sweet, intense, and so bright that it was on the market as a super luxury product.

The problem with eating such a Vajra pear was that the outer skin would be cut (...) ru (...) and its fragments would also adhere to the soft fruit inside, so eating poorly would result in missing teeth.

But Catalina's cutting junction magic makes it easy for her to cut without worrying about the problem, so it was just the right fruit for her.

"(... shall we give it a taste to see if it's really sweet)"

Katarina carries the cut yellow Vajra pear into her own mouth, cut even smaller and spooned inside.

Then he also divides a small amount into the shvar who was in the white coat.

"(... yeah, yummy. You don't have any problems at all)"

Of course Catalina, Seeing as Cheval was satisfied with eating every spoon... apparently, it is a delicious fruit as rumored.

It should be noted that in the booth next to her, a fox daughter watching that tasting,

"..." Thank you.

And I seemed to have swallowed my saliva many times watching the fried oil I had at hand... well, let's skip that story.

Thus, the work of the sweet contest progresses, but all three seemed to have a convincing look at their performance at that point.

From the side, there was nothing wrong with the dish itself, and everyone seemed to look forward to tasting it (?).

But... the three of them, they hadn't noticed yet.

Already at this point, of the two letters of 'Failure', I had stuck one foot in the letter of 'Loss'...