Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

When the waltzes were having breakfast...

In a completely dark room in the energy that was still stabbed in the square in front of the Royal Castle site today, Acting Speaker (?) of Cortex and regular weekly meetings with local councillors, including aristocrats scattered throughout (?), but it was over the radio.

"... don't you think it's terrible at all ~? Suddenly more demons rub their neighbors against each other until recently because they devoured their crops ~? What the hell can I do for you ~?

At the earliest, I answered Cortex's, boyaki-like proposal that I was unwilling to pretend to be Theresa (?) of... was a nobleman ruling the West Fortress region.

'That's not the time! Volcanoes erupt in our region, and crops, livestock, and people are terrible! If you want to support me, I want you to start with us who are inside, not from people outside the country, etc!

Then a senator from North Fortress, who was listening to him, raises his voice in protest.

'If you're gonna say that, so is our place! The sudden increase in demons is preventing us from entering and leaving the woods in the middle of nowhere! Plus, you said the town was surrounded by woods... You're not the only one whose territory's industries are devastated!

And then, just saying..., the nobleman ruling the East Fortress region also opened his mouth.

"Um..."

"Shirap!

... but because Cortex blocked the word, after all, East Fortress lord of how he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

He was still young, in fact, always in meetings, abused (did) by the Cortex...

It just doesn't seem like Cortex blocked the word this time because he didn't care what the lord of East Fortress said.

"Everyone ~, calm down but good! If you still want to make a scene, don't... waltz me!"

As soon as...

And suddenly shut up, nobles and senators...

Apparently, they're not comfortable with Waltz.

That said... all the people I'm talking to here are local councillors, so they didn't seem to know exactly what Waltz was like because they never met her in person.

That, on the contrary, seemed convenient to Cortex... who was using the Yulia intelligence department to spread rumors of unknown origin about Waltz.

... said, when I'm hungry, people (blood of) speak too.

... said, if anyone doesn't care (a crime), I kill them relentlessly.

... is a demon god (machine) capable of obeying demon kings and brave men.

Well, I just don't know where it came from, and I didn't seem to be lying...

Other suspicious rumors about waltz (?) was out there... and all the senators seemed to wish that the waltz would not come to their territory.

Cortex, who had a satisfying look at the reaction of those senators... then began to say why he blocked the conversation himself.

"Everyone ~! Hey, listen to me! There's no support ~...?

"What...?

To that one word of Cortex, needless to say, the senators who look suspicious about their ears.

He said, "Help me," but he didn't seem to understand it immediately because it was like he was being poked at unilaterally.

The fact that the economy has taken the form of a rejection from the central government, which should be good, can also be said to have caused the words to be unnecessarily incomprehensible.

It just didn't seem like Cortex's words ended in an unbridled rejection of a plea from the senators...

"... but it doesn't mean I won't totally support you. Above all, I am going to push for regional regeneration before the centralization proceeds. You can help me do that ~? Since the country grew up, it's hard to do."

"Chi... is that because of you?

"... what is it ~? Was your head so stupid that you couldn't even understand the words ~?... seeks to add value and efficiency to local industries, and revitalizes... aiming to escape centralisation... that's the idea. I haven't been totalized yet ~?

"Ha, ha..."

As for being abusive... suddenly Cortex said the word 'escape from centralisation' and so on, a boy from Lord East Fortress looking confused.

He didn't seem to be the only one who didn't know what that word meant... and all the senators seemed to have their necks around the other side of the radio.

Guess what... Cortex stayed put, kept the word going.

"... why, everyone, would you ask for support? Are we really in such a tight neck that we can't help ourselves right now ~? In the territory, are the seeds of wealth not rolling ~? Now this pinch is your chance... haven't you ever thought about that ~?

And, continuously, a questioning Cortex.

By contrast, for the other senators... I know a hundred things about that, and I seem to have created an atmosphere of reluctance to say that I'm actually asking for support because I'm suffering.

But no one actually had anything to say about it... after all, to Cortex's back, a political threat named Waltz (?) Is it because it existed...

However, for Cortex, it seemed convenient.

She kept talking about what she wanted to say, good thing the disagreement didn't go up.

"... about the volcano in West Fortress, for example. Indeed, we have also heard reports here of terrible territory due to volcanic ash. But that shouldn't be all bad ~?... You know what I mean when I say this? The volcano in West Fortress... is the only one in Mid-Eden,"

"There are as many ways to utilize volcanic ash ~? Materials of concrete in building large buildings, additives in making glass resistant to breakage, applications in improving water quality... Ashes alone, there's a way to make use of whatever you look for... but with hot springs and geothermal heat gushing out of the vicinity of the volcano, you can create a new major industry, right? Well, it's certainly not stingy (yabusa) about supporting people if they say that their fields have turned into acidic soil and they have trouble eating. But in the end, the Lords should understand that it is only a temporary occurrence. I don't even know when a volcanic eruption will subside, and... I wonder if it would be nice to just be supported all the time in the meantime ~? When it comes to where the funds for that support will be twisted out, it's the tax (...) money (...) collected from the people of the country ~"

"Oh, yes..."

West Fortress lord of how he accidentally lost words other than agreeing to Cortex's machine gun talk and to the two letters' taxes'...

The spearhead of Cortex's words was then directed toward Lord North Fortress.

"Next we're talking about North Fortress.... at all, the lord of North Fortress, don't you find it embarrassing ~? I'm scared of demons, I can't get out of town or something... what boxed son is he ~? What do you think you name a nobleman for ~? When the country is attacked, as a representative of the people, a being who presents himself and fights... that's nobility, right?

"Of course, I'm not saying that in this day and age, demons eat me to death for the people. But you guys are supposed to be people with the power to think. Weren't we, humans, able to thrive more than the dragons with greater power in this world... because we had that power of thought ~? Join forces to set a trap, and push... There should be as many ways to get the demons all over the grid. If that's not possible... that's synonymous with renouncing living ~? Don't you find the present way of life embarrassing to your ancestors who settled in the land of North Fortress ~?

"... Guru"

And for some reason, Lord North Fortress crying out on the other side of the radio...

Apparently, he's had a full heart against his ancestors with no apologies...

So Cortex opened his mouth again, once he separated the words... and summed them up.

"You all should have your way of life and an important territory. Let's figure out how to make more effective use of that together ~.... I'll let the senators, who look big in the center and flutter around on a couch that looks comfortable, blow a bubble... Don't you need that much momentum today?"

To that word...

"... right."

"I'll do it!

"Local Generation... Good Word"

and motivating local councillors.

In that, the young lord of East Fortress...

"Um... Mr. Speaker? Our territory is... '

And, although I ask...

"Huh? I'm tired today ~. Think appropriately."

In the end, I treated Cortex coldly because... nothing, it didn't seem, Cortex hated him.

"... Oh, yeah, yeah. One thing, I forgot to mention ~. Applications for assistance are scheduled to be reviewed by us by writing a plan on the documentation provided here. At that time, if it says something nagging... you know what happens ~? Oh... I'll beat Master Waltz. ~? So... we'll get on with the consultation, but basically with our own heads, think hard about the future of the territory ahead. So... Sir Corona? You can talk to someone, so think about it properly ~?

'... uh... yes. I'll do my best...'

And... apparently, in the notebook at hand, Corona, lord of the East Fortress region, how he writes the words of Cortex.

The reason why he doesn't show how angry he is, however... is unknown, when he gets stuck like every time from Cortex.

Whatever...

"So that's it for today's meeting. We'll do it again next time at the regular meeting next week ~"

'Ha!'

"Umm."

"Please."

Thus, the meeting between Cortex and the local councillors was over...

... Well, one way or another, it sounds like a study group...