Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"Weeds ~... no matter how much they pull out, they grow, so you're in trouble. Right ~? Atlas ~?

"Huh... Because you don't think so, do you? Worst case scenario, you're thinking about burning it down with man-made sea tactics, right?

"No ~. That's not true ~? Before I move, I believe it's all something Atlas will clean up ~. Like this, with each bottle of butch ~"

"... hey!

Cortex and Atlas interact like they always do, looking at the sights you can see from the terrace in the conference room on the north side, which was on the top floor of the Royal Castle (3rd floor).

In the eyes of the two, not the weeds as far as they look... but rise from the hatch for access to the energy that was on the north side of the city (?), I could see a giant tree-like thing, made up of tons of snails teasing each other.

"Though I'd like to sprinkle herbicides out of the air, it's hard to say that I haven't finished developing powerful herbicides and if I do that, your sister will be mad at me ~"

"Always, you don't care about getting mad..."

"Yes, because I've never been angry ~"

"... ha"

Atlas breathes a deep sigh again before Cortex without a bad appearance.

Nevertheless, if we were to rephrase Cortex's words, it would not be like confronting a waltz with basic, conservative thinking, because there is nothing like spontaneous natural destruction.

Instead, Waltz seems more serious about spraying herbicides...

"But what are we gonna do? That's right. Even me, when I'm that size, I can't pull it out or anything, can I?

When Atlas said so, he looked up at the huge plant that was so lush as to cover the sky over the king's capital, with his hands on his hips, and a frightened look on his face.

At the end of his gaze, branches and leaves of this and unusual size stretched out their arms to the sky, from a large trunk that spanned hundreds of meters in diameter, as they sought the sun's light.

Looking up from the bottom, the size of the area of branches and leaves, which had spread circularly, appeared to be a few kilometers in Yu (yu) and part of it hung over the city of Wang capital, blocking the sun's sunshine.

From there, aside from the fact that the sun is blocked, it did not appear to have any effect on the King's capital... but it would go without saying that we have to consult closely on the response beyond what we cannot afford.

"But honestly, isn't that something good ~? You can leave me alone ~"

... Well, there doesn't seem to be any way at all that I cared about that at the top of the substantial in this country...

"I mean, I don't care about that story. The question is whether the festival's 'night section' can be decided ~... that's the only problem! ♪ Don't

"No, even if they say that... I don't think we're the only ones who can decide... Tired of it, the star of the festival isn't us, it's the citizens, and everyone says, 'Not if you're festive!' If you start saying what, there's nothing you can do, right?

"... come on!

Show Atlas' words how he thought about it only for a moment, and then Cortex eating his teeth off, like he chewed up a bitter bug...

Apparently, she was planning to do something at the festival's "Night Department," but as the current formula stands, she thought it had a better chance of falling apart, desperately contemplating whether there was any way to open it.

"This feeling... you, again, you're thinking about something that's not even Rokuro..."

"It's rude not to be Roku ~... I don't deny it. ~?

"Deny it... rather, deny it..."

Cortex's "Not even Roku Thoughts" had a very high probability (100%) that he would be sacrificed from previous experience, so... Atlas turned a tired glance at his tyrannical sister.

But for my sister, she doesn't look like she cared about it.

"... when this happens, we'll have to go out and exercise our strengths ~..."

Cortex shrugged so, then turned his back against the giant tree and proceeded to its feet somewhere...

Meanwhile, around that time.

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

In one of the beds in the senator's quarters, which was also on the property of the royal castle... only the tail was out of the blanket of the package (coming), and there was the figure of a hunter shrinking in it...

She taught Lucia and Catalina how to make sweets, and as a result of that taste, she had sunk in her own room until now.

Still, the last time I tasted it, it was a ratio (...) comparative (...) matmo, so it was combined with the time left, and I gave it a go sign... but after I signed it, after a while, I couldn't get out of bed because I was attacked by severe abdominal pain, headaches and tiredness... and to this day.

Well, if that's all, it won't be a big problem.

The problem... was that the dishes made by the two could have been behaved by an unspecified number of citizens.

The result was... just a small number of casualties, which did not pose a major problem (?) So... a hunter who doesn't know that, just the last few hours, on a bed he can't get up, even seems to have been frustrated with regret.

Occasionally, the roars and screams heard from the outside, coupled with slight vibrations, also seemed to be a factor fuelling her anxiety...

... It's also a strange story that cooking and roaring connect thoughtfully, but I'd say that's a boulder, a long hunter-like mindset with the waltzes.

"(Ugh... trouble... I was going to get some medication, but the cause is the Catalinas, so you don't know what face to look like and go get some medication...)"

A hunter who was scared of what she would look like when she said that the cause of her physical disorder was in Catalina herself and couldn't go get medication.

If this is simply what happened as a result of being told 'I want you to taste the dish' and tasting it, then honestly offering it shouldn't be an issue... but the hunter couldn't seem to complain about it now because it was a dish he himself 'inked' and he was late inside (ah).

"(I have no choice... I decided I caught a cold, so let's sleep hard today)"

Reaching such a conclusion, the hunter lays powerless the tail he was putting out, wrapped in a futon.

... and that is the time.

Dogowong!!

The room shook up unexpectedly as the explosion sounded.

Kaha...!

A hunter trying to get out of bed for a sudden event.

But she seemed to be in the worst shape, and her temporarily awake torso seemed to have been sucked into bed again soon after.

"To, I have to run..."

Though she tries to get up again, seeing the ceiling of a stone dormitory that is still about to collapse and the oddly wavy floor...

"Mm, I can't..."

If you just put your strength into your body, there never seemed to be any sign that your body would try to move, even if your sweat would drip...

Right after that...

Dogowong!!

From the ground that was waving, something green showed up and relentlessly knocked down the bookshelf that was directly next to the bed.

"(Ah... I bought a little book with more preliminary magic instead of just a massive magic book...)"

A hunter who turns a blind eye to a bookshelf that slowly falls toward himself and the unusable wide-area extermination magic written book that was in it... and thinks that this may be his final moment.

Instead of dying in a hunt or battle, she took a defensive stance, holding her head tight, thinking that her biased studies would cause her to die... etc.

At the very least, I was wondering if Catalina could fix it if it was about a crushed fracture in my hands and feet...

And as soon as the book was about to grab her, she murmured the name of a certain man.

"... waltz"

Dogowong!!

And splashing around, one 10kg is likely to be huge books...

This is how the hunter traveled to heaven without any hesitation... not that.

Even though the book fell to the floor, the hunter's body had no pain at all... or even the feeling the book touched.

Instead, in her ears, she seemed to hear a familiar voice.

"What are you doing? Mr. Hunter..."

"Ah... huh?... Lucia?

"Yeah. Hey, there's a big problem, I was evacuating people from the royal castle... but I didn't think the hunter was running away. I thought I'd be the first to run..."

"... Ugh... it's not nice..."

The hunter accidentally lowered his head with tears in his eyes to Lucia, who was about to strike himself, using fire magic to turn him into ash in an instant... and a frightened look.

And the hunter who was saved seems to have explained to the brave man (Lucia) who saved himself, honestly, it depends.

As a result, on the contrary, words of apology seem to have flown in from Lucia as well... but then, for some time now, I wonder if you can roughly imagine the subtle look that the two of them had on their face, even without going into detail...