Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Then another two days later...

... hunter's morning, I was still busy...

"Phew... finally 80% of the time..."

I first acted before the sun came up... and now I turned my eyes to two suns that were shining about 20 degrees diagonally high...

The hunter dazzled and narrowed his eyes, wiping the sweat falling from his forehead, not the handkerchief that was wrapped around his neck... but by hand.

Her back like that bore a solid backpack, as if climbing, and, in fact, something like a pickel for climbing in complex shapes seemed to be bracketed.

There are other things like ropes, iron piles, and anchors shaped like ship anchors that hang from the backpack... and from what I can tell, apparently, she's not hunting in the morning, which she makes routine.

"... the others, would they be following you safely..."

A hunter who will be far (...) below himself, taking into account the soldiers of his offering... and then staring at the place where he will hang his hands and feet.

And when she found a stable scaffold, she moved there... and in the right place, struck the iron pile deep.

Such a hunter... undisputed, rock climbing (?) He seemed to enjoy it.

However, that's not a rock... world tree (?) It seemed to be the trunk of...

Bwww!!

"You still have a good breeze today..."

While she felt the dry air characteristic of winter in the Mid-Eden region on her skin, crushing that, she began to throw it into her mouth, largely taking food out of the back in the middle of a cliff (miki) that would not protect her life apart from the pile, while waiting for the men who would be chasing her about her from the bottom.

Energy replenishment at altitude climbing is a priority, after ensuring safety.

"Is it my fault... I can't see the soldiers..."

A hunter whines as he carries sticky food into his mouth as if it were some calorie supplement, while at the same time sipping a drink like a little sweet fruit water, peeking towards the ground.

The tree itself is ho (...) bo (...) straight out, so if the soldiers are chasing after her, you should know at a glance... she's gotten a little thin because she couldn't see.

"... well, okay"

I learned from Waltz and Teresa, and decided not to care about the details... and the hunter, for now, seems to have decided to prioritize his tummy.

Then, by the break, a critical time went by when her body wouldn't cool down...

"If you wait any longer, my body is going to be damaged... so sorry, but let me go first"

The hunter... when he got here, what (...) degrees (...) he repeatedly muttered that word, again in his mouth... seems to have begun choosing a route from the spot to go up, retrieving the iron pile and rope he was stabbing in the trunk.

Yes...

Her strength and that of the soldiers were so overwhelmingly different that her men could not come about the hunters.

... No, to be precise, the soldiers had more strength, I would say.

Still, compared to them, the hunter's speed and endurance were overwhelmingly high... apparently due to the exercise law by Waltz direct.

Using modern world knowledge (databases) such as not only how to breathe and move the body, but also the timing of calorie intake and how to take a break, as well as other weight-balancing bags carried on the back, the hunter's overall exercise efficiency had improved considerably beyond conventional comparisons.

By the way, because this knowledge, as well as the medical knowledge Waltz teaches to Catalina, was outdoor information... the hunter seemed unable to coach his men and had some terrible thoughts.

In a position at the head of everyone... but hunters isolate themselves from those around them so much that they deepen their knowledge and acquire the skills of the movement...

Exactly, a lonely cat... the beast man, I'd say.

"... I miss you..."

She started going up again, only for a moment, with such a heart in her mouth.

Rendezvous with the other soldiers... is apparently going to happen at the time of descent...

"... Phew... Finally, we're here..."

Beyond the area where the green leaves that were lush to cover and conceal the sky...

The hunter exhaled heavily to his satisfaction toward the blue sky he hadn't seen in a long time.

"The air... it's just cold.... well."

Unlike the warm air in the town at the foot, not even stabbing himself... but the hunter who inhaled the air that was quite chilling all over his lungs... seems to have decided quickly to get to work.

She's like that... simply world tree climbing (?) I didn't come here to enjoy.

It was the same for the hunters that the national parliament could not open and spared time, as was Teresa and the others, because the royal castle, the heart of the country, was missing... but for her, who was entrusted with the head of the National Knights of Mid-Eden, and also the secretary of the Ministry of Defense, she seemed unable to honestly accept the two letters of 'rest'... she said, World Tree (?) We have come a long way to investigate ourselves, confirm the mysterious demons that the citizens witnessed, and carry out the task of installing radio relays.

... Well, it's a strange story that the secretary would risk herself, but if you think about her 'hunter' nature, maybe it's even more so now...

"... when I left, I wanted to go home in a refreshing parachute... but I have to retrieve the rest of them, so I'll keep the empty walk today..."

The hunter mumbled those words with a sigh as he removed the 30cm square radio relay from the magical backpack, which was more extended than it looked, looking at the backpack even bigger than the backpack he was carrying... imagining himself dancing down into the middle of the soldiers of his men who would be working in the royal castle from the sky.

Then she switched on the wireless relay device she installed and made sure it was working properly... that's when.

Gwow...!!

Out of nowhere, I heard such a cry... and shortly afterwards, a black shadow passed over the hunter's head, wrapped in a high wind-cut noise.

"... a flying dragon?

A hunter leaning his neck as he flew over his own head, his eyes turned to that reptile-like creature with big wings and long tails.

But that's obviously smaller than a flying dragon... and

Gwow...!!

Gwow...!!

Like, when I saw not just one, but a few... it was obvious that it wasn't a flying dragon.

"Wyburn..."

A hunter who sees that gray, gobbly, uncrowned, skin-smooth silhouette and speaks such a conclusion.

Apparently, a few Wyburns, the World Tree (?) I think I've settled on it.

"I don't know what to do... I don't think there's any harm in letting it go..."

Turning out that the shadows of the monstrous demons that the citizens saw were probably the Wyburns... the hunters, as those entrusted with national defence, figured out how to deal with them.

In this world, Wyburn... in the modern world, it was like adding raptors and stingrays and dividing them by 2.

They may be, indeed, the king of the sky alongside the flying dragon, because of the size of their bodies... cowardice, snacks, and if they weren't herds, they would die of stress. In fact, they were a weak (...) demon.

For that reason, or unless there was much left to do, there was no use of magic or weapons to strike back at people.

It was also evident from the lack of reports of Wyburn falling into a hive in the Wang capital, which is fully equipped with anti-aircraft equipment in vain.

If the flying demons were all aggressive... perhaps the Wang du would be turned into a mountain of corpses by now...

Nevertheless, the subject that people feel afraid of is directed against the unknown, which is not within their comprehension at all times and in any world, so even if they were harmless, they would be relentlessly crusaded just because they exist there...

However, in the case of hunters, I knew Wyburn's habits well, thanks to his daily hunting, so...

"... yeah. Do what you didn't see..."

After turning her tender gaze against Wyburn, who was swirling in the sky even higher than where she was... in the end, she decided to return to her original path as if nothing had happened...