Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

And the Eves came... in front of the old royal castle, a large square.

Three days ago, in a sweet contest, there was a main venue, a junction of boulevards stretching southeast (north) through the Wang capital.

Three days ago there was no shadow left at all already.

That said, it's not because I removed everything because the festival was over, or because the township hadn't kept the prototype because the erosion caused by the roots of the world trees and thoughtful plants was terrible.

So what the hell had changed, and how much...

"Your old boat's still stuck on the ground today, isn't it? Mamer."

"Oh, my God, she checks every day."

"Totally spectacular..."

"You were..."

And, as the voice heard from the gathered crowd, there was an energy hull stabbed.

That, too, with the pointed bow directly underneath...

"... no matter how you look at it, it might just seem like it's crashing. Whatever, why do all the people in this city seem happy..."

moored to stand in the sky (?) Eve looks at the hull of the energy he was doing and the crowd he was able to do around it from a distance and thinks with his arms around him.

I answered her question like that because...

I don't know what you're talking about, but your sister says it's the best part of the city.

... was the energy of the girl, who looked like a black shadow.

There is rarely a swordsman next to her today, and there is only one appearance of energy.

For that reason, she looked... halfway through it, not like a complete people-shaped figure, but like a slime that had only a person's upper body.

If you want to analogize... the day you don't meet your boyfriend, maybe it's close to her living a troublesome life at home...

"Hmm? Ah, Energia. By the way... what are you talking about?

Eve asking because there was a word I didn't understand about that bearer of the voice that flew from behind.

Then Energia, after worrying about, um, started mouthing the explanations that Waltz would have heard.

'Uh, hey, it's usually in some old building, in some special place, something I'd appreciate. Sounds like we're all in this together, right?

"Hmm... in an old building or special place, something to be thankful for..."

Eve who shrugged so much, then leaned her neck and somehow began to imagine it in her head.

In her head like that... it seemed that the characters were all hand in hand for objects such as wooden boards and blocks of stone with someone's name on them...

"... that, maybe, isn't it a grave?

"Hello? What's that? '

"Uh... yeah. I don't know if it's appreciated, but it's in a special place, the one where everyone hands together... maybe?

For energy, which is not even a creature in the first place, it seems that he did not understand the concept of 'death', or the very existence of the tomb, he did not know.

Eve, against her like that, seemed to have tried to explain what the tomb was... but she herself couldn't explain in detail what a 'tomb' was, and she uttered vague words with a troubled look on her face.

... at that time.

Two people, Teresa and Julia, who were walking in front of Eve, apparently noticed a maid who wouldn't follow them for long, and as they turned to her... they approached with a full grin, for some reason, to break the air that was just a little bitter.

"Ooh. Didn't you just stay here? Miss Energia."

"Dear Energia? Hey, I need to talk to you..."

'Hmm? Something wrong?

Against two people who are giving strange signs... but without surprise (a lot) about it, the energy to ask.

Against her like that, Teresa said this with a nimble grin.

"Now I want you to put your concubines on the Lord's ship and go after Waltz! The concubines can't keep up with the speed of Waltz or Miss Lucia right now!

"Did something go wrong?

"No, that's not what it is. As a matter of fact... the concubines have to observe Waltz's behavior in detail.... mainly the job of having to observe the swordsman in detail (? There is, right? It's just like that!

Hear what Teresa said... some, heartfelt, important switched on energy.

"Whoa, I can't do this!

When she says that, she turns her back on the three of them and tries to walk away from the spot...

But then I'm in trouble, so... now Julia stopped talking about energy.

"Please wait, Master Energia. According to an investigation by the Intelligence Department... today, the swordsman looks like he is getting close to Master Blaze... Doesn't being alone here today have anything to do with that?

With that said, against Energia's back, Julia, director of intelligence with a smile.

Exactly, it is a waste of state power...

But either because she called it off with a specific reason, or because Energia was moving her own feet so that amoebas and slimes were moving (?) When I stopped... I started shuddering with pulls on the spot... and turned to Julia, who called me off, with a crying look on her face.

'But patience... You have to be patient! I told Mr. Swordsman today that I decided to make time with your friends!' Guru

"... I'm here for you, Dear Energia"

And tears your own white handkerchief, as if you anticipated the timing (?) Julia offering to the energy that was floating.

"Gushu!... Phew. It's refreshing! Thank you, Mr. Yulia!

"You're welcome... (I expected that...)"

And Julia, from Energia, was to receive her own handkerchief, which had become all over her tears and snot...

Well, actually, not real tears and snot all over the nose, but secreted from the millimachine (?) It seemed to be all over the mechanical oil that was...

Well...

Here, once again, the perspective changes.

The place was... a tavern in Wangdu that had been open since daylight, completely disregarding the holidays and opening hours.

There, it was crowded with the appearance of those who had eaten lunch... among them a young man with a look of about 20 black tattoos all over his body and only a middle-aged man... once, a young man his age, pinching a small round table, had been exchanging cups from day to day.

It is Victor the Swordsman and Sylvia's brother's blaze.

When the swordsman saw that the cup of blades was empty, he asked his owner in large measure.

"Mr. Blades ~. What are you drinking next?

"Huh? You, are you drunk already? You've changed your character, haven't you?

"Totally... there's no way an awkward person could get drunk with this much cheap alcohol?" Hick

"No, you're totally drunk..."

and two people who have a tremendous conversation while carrying liquor and dishes (small) into their mouths, just like men's friends.

In that conversation, the swordsman mumbled about this.

"Ha... I want to go home..."

"Oh, no, your house... where was it?

Until now, it has been transformed into a room reserved for brave parties, a guest room in the Royal Castle.

That suddenly disappeared three days ago... and the swordsman, outside the royal castle, was supposed to have rented a detached house that wasn't that big.

Blaze was right, there was something (energetic) wrong with that renter the swordsman started living in new, and he said he wanted to go back to the guest room at the royal castle, which was cozy, but... it didn't seem like that was the story.

"The Awkward House is the eastern edge of this continent... It's also on an island that floats above the sea."

"Well... that's tough. You can't send me home drunk, can you? Good luck getting home, huh?

"Huh... If it's a long way to go, I'll be home a long time ago..."

And, inadvertently returning to the original way of speaking, the swordsman narrows his eyes as he narrows them towards the liquid shining golden in the jock in his hand.

What was in that liquid was either the liquor store ceiling that wasn't flattering or the subtle look on the face of an old faceted young man sitting across the street... but perhaps for a swordsman, I could see something different...

As a result, the swordsman began talking about his own hometown, as he could no longer bear the words that crept up from the back of his throat...