Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"I don't know... actually, I came to this continent in a metamagic accident (I think)"

"Ha... is that a problem?

Are you drunk or not drunk...

Are you listening, or aren't you...

The conversation between the two men proceeded slowly, entangling the intoxicating-specific air that we occasionally see in the liquor store.

"So come to this country, with the brave, and sell a fight against the waltz... So when I realized, I was hugged by energy."

"Huh? Temé's love story is fine! I mean, give it to me about Energia!... not what happened to Temehe's hometown!? Ah?"

"... you want to hear that much?" Niyali

"... no, fine," Gatta.

"No, no! It was my fault!

A swordsman who, desperately, calls the blades to stand up and return.

The way he talked, he was totally drunk himself... but the blaze sat back in the chair again to see if that desperate call worked.

"Come on down. If it's a story, why don't you go home on the way home?

And, Waltz said, 'harmless to humans and animals' blades.

He still tries to hang out with the swordsman because he was vulnerable to alcohol or because he was already drunk, maybe he's a really, kind middle-aged man s... a youth...

"Don't put it down...? It could be a nagging story for sure. But to me, I miss it... and I'm talking about a place that matters."

Yes, a swordsman who foreshadows and then shuts his mouth for once.

Then he turned his narrowed eyes toward the contents of the jock again... and poured it into his mouth all at once before finally starting to talk.

"The hometown island that I came to was so big that even if I walked from end to end, it was going to take about a week. Unlike this continent, spring, summer, autumn and winter are clearly divided, each season has its own distinctive features... In an island country like that, I... I was an apprentice to a carrier."

"... ha? I thought you were swordsman."

"Oh, it's the carrier. The island itself is small, but long to the east and west... To travel north and south, from sea to sea, roughly a week or so. What, but if you really walk from end to end inside a long country... maybe you can't walk after 3 months... I don't know, because I've never done it before, okay? So... because it's such a long country, there's a lot of demand to send baggage and letters to acquaintances, and wages are high, and shipping was a popular profession."

"Hmm? If it's Merclio or this country... ask an adventurer to use metamagic, it sounds like a job you could do?

"Actually... I don't know what it is either, I just don't know... it was my country, an island that probably couldn't use magic. I've never seen anyone use them."

"Hmm... well, how did you get to this continent? That's right, you were talking about coming here with metastatic magic, weren't you?

That's what I said, then a blaze that tilts the contents of the jock into your mouth.

Then the swordsman, too, moistened his mouth with the contents of the jock so as to imitate his tricks, then... for some reason he exhaled a great deal and began to answer Blaze's questions.

"It could be a repetitive explanation... but I'm actually not sure either. Situationally, I feel like it was metastatic magic, which may not have been metastatic magic. However, when I realized that I was in front of the King of the Kingdom of Endelusia, southwest of this country... and I was forced to be one of the brave ones, to this day, so..."

"I don't know what it is..."

"Oh, I think so myself..."

And a swordsman with a bitter smile to mock himself.

Against him like that, Blades asks again.

"By the way... what's your country, what's your name? Maybe you've heard of it. You don't know, so tell me, okay?

"Hmm? Didn't I tell you..."

"What, don't be shy? If it was a demonic country, I wouldn't fool around, so be honest with me, okay?

"... I believe that word."

and a swordsman who mouths and then meditates his eyes to remember the name of his own country.

If my country is a Demonic country, then I will be the 'Demon' first, so if someone found out about it, because it could have developed into a major problem as the other side of the brave...

Until now the swordsman seems to have laid down the name of his country of origin without telling anyone.

But the demon god (?) It seems that the swordsman decided to reveal the name of his country to his friends thoughtfully, as neither the demon tribe nor man had anything to do with the status quo at the source of Waltz, who is.

... but it is.

"Um... I don't know what you said..."

"Whoa... That's it, can't you talk..."

An old face blaze with a frightened look in front of a swordsman who can't remember the name of his own country and is thinking with his hands on his chin.

Against him like that, the swordsman...

"Nothing, I'm not trying to hide it... but for some complicated reason, I think I forgot."

And I said that because I was drunk, or scratching my bright red cheeks.

"Huh... This is it, so the drunk..."

"He said he wasn't drunk! My country just doesn't get it because so many small countries stick together and each one names another. But lately, I should have started naming the country after having a government that heads up... something like that, that flips the whole country, and somehow... I can't remember that at the heart of it..."

"So what is it? Are you already busy?

"Um... maybe so. After all, I can't remember... If it was the name of the area where I was, I'd remember..."

"Then say it."

"Tell you what, maybe, I'm not famous for foreign countries, so I don't think you know... So, the name of the place where I lived..."

And spoken from the mouth of a swordsman... was the name of a place where Waltz, who was trying to hide himself from the present (...) generation (...) world people, might, be erased by mouth sealing... might.

"... Far River Country."

"And oh... ah?

"Far River Country. If you're describing it in the name of a wider region, it's about the middle of an area called Tokaido."

"At all, I don't know... I've never even heard of it."

"That's why I told you. I don't think I know..."

That said, after sighing... but to the best of Blaze's knowledge, a swordsman with a palliative look, either because it was not the name of a region within the Demonic Nation.

Then he introduced his friends to the brags of his hometown, details of his original profession, or what was going on in the country, which he would not know for those on this continent, such as that tea is delicious in his birthplace...

Well, for Blaze, as mentioned, I don't understand it at all... it sounded as if we were talking about a place that wasn't this world, but we were listening to the swordsman as we complained... because he was still a heartfelt young man unlike he looked... or because listening to strange lands was a pleasure to be in this world that was lacking in entertainment...

In any case, Blaze gaveled at the swordsman's story while ordering a few extra jock contents without going home (?) He kept hitting it.

... As a result, the swordsman's story gradually heated up.

"... actually... hick... just talk here... hick"

"Ome... I knew you weren't drunk..."

"Oh? Well, shut up and listen... hick"

"... you, you're changing your character again..."

"Actually... I had a pardon daughter-in-law in my hometown (...)"

A swordsman said that... it was the moment.

It's as if that word was a summoning spell...

Dogowong!!

"Bi, Mr. Victor?! Did I have a son-in-law?

Energia fell to the spot as he pulled out the liquor store ceiling and destroyed the round table surrounded by swordsmen.

Fortunately, it was not the hull that fell, but the millimeter machine...

"What, what!?... duh, how..."

"Mr. Victor! I won't move from here until you answer me properly, and I won't miss it!

After I destroyed my desk, I got horseback ridden by a swordsman... and put my hand around his neck and held it like a rag...

Apparently, as Energia said, the swordsman, instead of running away, would not even make it home alive, unless he told her honestly everything he was hiding from her.

Well, even if we talked in the shortest amount of time, we can't deny the possibility that we'll be ascended before we finish talking...

"... So, I'm going home, huh?

Blades of how they decided to go home first because the exchange between the two was going to be longer.

Then when he left the tavern, he also paid for the swordsman's share of the meal and left... after all, a youngster who is kinder in heart than he looks (?) So maybe it was...