Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"Sorry, Waltz..."

"Nothing good... no, not good..."

Something (...) (...) Waltz came back inside the royal castle as he dragged his body through the dust all over his body because he had abdominal pain and could no longer get up as a result of mouthing something unsuitable for consumption.

Then, until my abdominal pain subsided, I was jizzed inside a made-to-measure (favorite) cleaning box that was in the main hall of the royal castle... and since I could get up and walk again.

When Waltz came to the party members' dedicated refreshment lounge, which was on the second floor of the Royal Castle basement... there was a large amount of tools there, not knowing where they had been purchased, and a silver enclosure and electronic board in a fragmented palm size, as well as the appearance of a blaze spreading all over the desk like a strap with tons of accessories for women...

Apparently, he was interested in accessories for women's objects... no, I don't mind disassembling the radio, but it couldn't be undone.

So Waltz had no choice but to assemble the radio that Blaze disassembled, the other way around...

"That'll help... My sister almost killed me."

"You're not thinking about the possibility of me killing you..."

From inside his head, it seemed that whoever that radio was made by had completely fallen out.

... it just wasn't because his personality was simply a forgetful personality, or because he didn't listen to people.

Blaze couldn't seem to think deeply about Waltz's skillful fingertips because of his heart and soul.

"Wow, your fingertips are clever..."

An amazing blade on the waltz that cleverly uses all the fingers of both hands to hold down the parts while simultaneously turning the screws and connecting the connectors.

Then Waltz... suddenly, he pulled in the hand he was assembling, and then he said this.

"Huh? No, actually, I'm not using my fingers..."

As Waltz said so far, what she had been moving her fingers was just a fake, and in fact it seemed to use gravity control to assemble the parts.

To make it look like a blaze, Waltz let go of his hand, but...

"Wow... you don't have to use your hands to assemble them, or how much training do you get to meet such artists?

"... I have to manipulate gravity, so maybe I can't train..."

Explaining the principle, there was no way he was listening to Blaze, and he seemed to be turning his gaze like an innocent, innocent boy, unimaginable from that usual language, towards the parts of a radio floating in the universe.

"... yes, go ahead. Don't break it anymore."

"Ho ho... thanks!

A blaze of gratitude with a glittering glance at it after receiving a radio that returned to look like a new one.

... except.

Can you say that the strap on a female object is forgotten on the desk... is more than a man who is not interested in those things...

Shortly afterwards, two Katarinas and a swordsman appear in the waltz lounge.

Anticipating from that combination... that Catalina had been treating swordsmen who had been forced to work and worn out for the past three days with little rest, something like that?

Maybe where the two were at the brave party, it was a combination to look at often.

Well, aside from that.

Catalina, who came inside the room, opened her mouth roughly as she turned her suspicious expression and gaze against the blaze, which did not match her appearance and the expression directed at the radio.

"... who is it?

"... ah. With that said, you didn't say. He's a blaze. Sylvia's brother?

"Excuse me for saying this... you're an unusual person..."

"... Normally, you'd think so..."

Two people smile bitterly with lots of bitter ingredients against the blaze, which had a boy-like look on their parents' first mobile device they bought.

Such, the contents were children, the appearance of a middle-aged man against a blaze, spoken roughly... a swordsman who wore a t-shirt with a large 'dying' on his chest.

"Ooh, blades. You finally got me to pay for the radio?

and a tame talking swordsman.

Apparently, he has had several opportunities to face the blades over the past few days and has been somewhat intimate.

"Ah? It's not me."

Well, if you're Blaze, it didn't seem...

... No, this is his usual way of talking.

"Well, whose is it?

It's my sister's.

"Sister... oh, Sylvia from Intelligence"

"Ah? Hey, hands on my sister... don't..."

Though Blades reacts for a moment to the name of his sister who came out of the mouth of a young man (swordsman) of his age, he decides it's unlikely that the swordsman is favoring his own sister... and then he exhales slowly with an indescribable, pitiful subtle look on his face.

"I somehow know what you're trying to say..."

A swordsman who takes that gaze of a blaze, drops his shoulder, and speaks so.

And that's when,

Don!!

"... Mr. Victor, Mickey!

I opened the door of the room ramblingly and the energy of the girl's appearance came in.

She docked her hull (hon.) in the sky until recently, somewhere near Wang Capital, and came here with only a millimeter machine.

If you think about the effective distance of wireless power transmission to drive a millimeter machine and the communication distance to control it, you wouldn't be moored that far away.

"Seriously..."

"Yeah! Seriously!

Swordsmen flashing to see what energy looks like and what they get (?) Energy with a full face grin like a hunter who found.

And as a matter of course...

Dogowong!!

A mass of metal (mm machine) weighing more than 500 kg jumped into the swordsman's chest without hesitation.

But the swordsman, who was physically modified by Energia himself, seemed to have no big deal, such as his weight to that extent...

"... All right, all right!

Seems to have stopped her safely with words like that, which some animal enthusiast might be saying, against the energy that jumped in.

Look at that...

"... some kind of swordsman... haven't you been human apart lately?

"... that's an odd encounter. I think so too."

"I want her like that too..."

"... what?" "... Huh?

and waltz and catalina that react to each, plus a blaze.

Looks like Blades said something he shouldn't have listened to, but... well, it must be his fault.

Then around where Energia gave a satisfying look as she rubbed her own cheek like a golden yasri that was made of millimeter machines onto the swordsman's arm as usual...

"Uh... leave the swordsman and Energia thing alone for now... Mr. Waltz? What are you going to do now?

Catalina questioned the waltz in a rough way as she narrowed her eyes toward the swordsman's arm, whose skin was peeling off.

"What do you mean... the workshop?

"Yes. It looks like I can no longer use the place to park Energia, the workplace, or your private rooms, so..."

Guess from its mouthfeel, Catalina seems to have tried to go check on the workshop.

But he couldn't get to the workshop where the roots of the plants were spreading in large quantities, not to mention the elevator, using the emergency stairs.

In response to such a Catalina inquiry, Waltz... said this as he rambled up his hair on the back of his head.

"Um, that's it... it's about time, so I thought I'd do a lot of it."

"To a large extent...?

"Damn. I've been sneaking around in the basement until now, about the Cortex and Teresa aircraft, and the fact that Mid-Eden is only trying to industrialize, so from now on, I'm going to build a worksite (...) on the table with dignity..."

"Still... okay? If you're Mr. Waltz, about that Oki, you feel like you can do anything you want to hang up..."

"Yep. Sure, I might be able to figure it out, but... because I figured out that neither my presence, nor the existence of the workshop, could be hidden through anymore... So I'm going to change my shape and cover it up."

"That's not to say cover-up... Well, now..."

"Damn, now?

and waltz of how he decided to move forward with plant operations involving the Mid-Eden public once again with his previous policy of concealment of information priorities.

Of course, it seems that we intend to manage the spill of technology and knowledge as always... but in one of Teresa's cases we thought that we could disclose to the general public, and to a certain extent, information that would have already been known to some.

... or maybe I had to, you know.

The situation surrounding ourselves and Mid-Eden, the presence of reincarnated and transferred people who think we are in Ecleria, dealing with gods and angels who don't know when they will attack us, and counteracting the Magi Mouse who are starting to run wild in southern Mid-Eden...

Already, beyond the level that we could manage on our own, there was literally a pile of problems.

Exactly, I'd say a cat's hand would also be a situation I'd like to borrow.

"... that's why we're gonna get Blades to work hard, too, right?

Waltz inadvertently throws words against Blaze, who should have been next to herself and Catalina and listening.

Then Blades, what the hell were you thinking...

"... Alright! Build a workshop now, we'll build her!

... I said that abruptly.

What does that have to do with the fact that there was a bloody energy at the end of his gaze that happily hugged the swordsman's arm...

"Huh... Good luck..."

A sighing waltz with a frightened look against the blades.

As for Catalina's condition... needless to say.

Whatever.

Thus, the waltzes decided to abandon the large workshop that was in the basement of the royal castle and build a new workshop on the ground...