Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Red pancakes.

Purple pancakes.

And yellow pancakes......

There are different kinds of pancakes in the world… but there were outrageous kinds of pancakes placed in front of Cortex that clearly deviated from their scope.

... that too in large quantities.

"... you want me to eat this by myself ~?

Cortex reminds me that I haven't specified as many pieces since I said so.

Apparently, if you order a bespoke pancake without specifying the number of pieces, in this store, they will bake it in 10 pieces......

Against her like that...

".................." Niyali

and the smiling shopkeeper, showing his white teeth.

I couldn't even take that look, like I said... Eve said, it doesn't seem that way.

"Heh... it's the shopkeeper's self-confidence, so maybe you want me to taste it and eat it, because?

"... is that really what you're saying ~? Eve." Gogogo.

"What... Ugh, yeah..."

"Really ~..."

If Eve and the shopkeeper are conspiring to fall for themselves, how good was it...

If that's the case, I'll pack the suspicious pancakes in Eve and the store owner's mouth relentlessly......

Think about it that way... but it didn't, and Cortex seems to have exhaled a great deal in his heart.

"... ok ~. Because you made it, while it's warm, let's have it. By the way, for what you couldn't eat, of course you can take it home and eat it ~?

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"Really?"

"... Mr. Cortex may have gotten used to the shop owner for a long time, too?

"I only know for sure ~"

When Cortex said so, he turned his gaze to the pancakes that were placed with the warm tea.

At the end of her gaze like that, two large plates and a large quantity of pancakes on top of the Japanese paper laid there were sitting in a soaking hot air just because it was made.

As for the pancakes placed on the Cortex side of them, as mentioned earlier, they seemed to be of the same colour dyed with paint... Eve seemed a little different.

A contrasting black and white pancake, about 10 cm in diameter, containing something whirlpooled in white......

I was stretching a ton of thin branchy stuff around, brown pancakes......

And it's like crushing something white and solidifying it with pancake dough...... pancakes......

Each is a udon pancake, a baked noodle pancake, and a dumpling pancake.

Eve ordered it, something she wants to eat.

At first glance, they were all novel-looking pancakes... but they weren't that novel until the taste.

"You may have it -!" Bariboli

The first Eve to say so was... a black and white udon pancake.

But not as cosy and soft as a freshly boiled udon...

"Udon... maybe a pancake?" Bariboli

The flavor seemed like udon sauce, but the hardness seemed to be pancakes themselves.

"Hmmm... I'm sorry to hear that."

"... Eve? Could it be flavor tone deafness ~?

"Well, maybe that's not true... maybe I could have been a little more mottled. - Maybe I just thought?

"... Really? (Maybe Eve likes to cook gete stuff ~?

Cortex lets such suspicion spin its thoughts while watching about Eve chewing the pancakes looking delicious.

Then shortly after, Eve finished eating the first one......

And the next thing she took was... a roasted noodle pancake.

"I don't know what's next." Ballyboli.

"If it's a pancake with a grilled noodle flavour, I think it tastes similar to a regular pancake ~..."

With that in her mouth, Cortex waited for Eve's thoughts... she began to talk, holding her cheeks down as she suddenly sparkled her eyes.

"Yeah! Maybe this is the kind of pancake Eve was looking for!

"... that was good ~ (normal pancakes or not roasted noodles?

Crispy grilled noodles should be delicious just that...... do I need to pancake that on purpose?

Such a question seems to have sprung up in the Cortex, but today it seemed like there was nothing like her mouthing it because it was a stance of getting tired of hanging out with Eve.

And the last thing Eve took was a dumpling pancake.

That looks like a pancake with a dumpling pattern, not crushed dumplings with the contents popping up...... but, to some extent, staying in shape......

"(I doubt this needs to be a pancake too ~... I want something unusual like that, I guess it's your age ~)"

"Hmm? Do you want Master Cortex too?" Bariboli

"No ~? Because of this, please taste and eat. Because I have my share ~"

and when Cortex said no, Eve had some unfortunate look on her face.

That look should have included the implication that Cortex wanted him to eat too... Cortex didn't seem willing to eat until Eve's minute, even though he knew it.

Yes......

She's going to have to fight three kinds of pancakes...

The beginning of it was... a word of Eve.

"... Master Cortex may not eat?

"... I'll eat. Of course, I'll eat ~. But... there's something in the world that you need to be prepared for ~?... What would Eve taste first ~?

"What? Are you okay? Then... you might want to try that red one!

"... I knew it wouldn't work"

Cortex shakes his head before Eve reaches for a red pancake, not knowing about Hercherry native to Mid-Eden.

It will be obvious why she suddenly went into such behavior without even telling everyone what a substitute Herchery is......

"Then ~... I'll take it (just eat one, and for the remaining nine, press Yuki)"

And Cortex... when he was prepared not to let Eve distract him from the despair hidden behind his expression, he put his first bite on the corner of the red pancake.

Pari......

"... excuse me. Sweet ~ I'd like one dust, extra please. That too right now ~"

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Then Cortex put his hands on a single pancake.

As a result, nothing seemed to change her expression before and after eating... but that complexion seemed to have changed dramatically.

Especially at the moment of her last yellow pancake, her complexion changed markedly blue... along with tea, asthma, and various other beverages she had ordered additionally, she seemed to be forced to pour the sole into the back of her throat... but still, it seemed unstoppable to pharynx (or rather).

"(... Inari sushi pancakes only seem to be eaten about Lucia ~. At the very least, I think some of it would have been better if the vinegar ingredients had been removed and made into 'Inari Pancakes' ~...)"

The moment I mouthed the pancakes, the gas of acetate that came out of them with the steam (?) Cortex also tries to recall about flavor, remembering.

But no matter how, all I could seem to remember was the spiciness of my breathing.

Such a cortex and Eve who was next to it...... was walking around town now.

Unlike the unreadable waltz of the air, Eve, who can think of the other person properly, seemed to realize from the small changes in Cortex that she didn't really like pancakes and suggested leaving the store early.

But what I've been saying since I came out of the pancake shop, because Cortex has been silent... Eve seems to be getting worried, step by step.

As a result, she asks questions directly to Cortex with a soggy look somewhere.

"Could it not have been delicious, Master Cortex?

Whether it wasn't delicious......

Now at this moment, Cortex couldn't remember what the hell it felt like to be delicious... but he didn't put that heart in his mouth, he said a substitute word.

"... conversely, how was Eve ~?

"Uh hey, Eve... might have thought it was delicious?

"Really ~. Then I'm satisfied too ~? (I just want to crush that store later ~... well, I think Eve will be sad, so let's stop...)"

Then Cortex... tried to switch and seemed to get the same soft look on his face as usual.

… and Eve and Cortex walking around the town toward their next destination, interacting like they said.

The next thing they were on their way... was a clothesman.

Eve suddenly began to say that she wanted clothes as if she remembered what she had said since she came to Mid-Eden and what could only be described as mattomo clothes, like maid clothes paid to Cortex.

It's just... it wasn't weird or weird.

Until now, for Eve, who lived with two fathers and, on top of that, had no one who could be described as close friends, he had no close acquaintance of the year to go to the clothes store with me.

This time, Cortex, dressed close to me, said she'd be dating me for a day... so I guess she decided to say my utmost thoughtfully.

"Could it be fun to walk around the city with Master Cortex?

That said, Eve walks away in front of Cortex, shaking her yellow tail with joy.

Against her like that...... Cortex said.

"... Um, Eve? You can call me Cortex-sama, not Cortex-sama, like Lucia and the others, Cortex ~?

The apparent Eve was supposed to be a maid dedicated to Cortex, … but the truth is that the relationship between maid and chancellor was merely a decoration.

One day, all of a sudden, he was brought here by Waltz (?) Eve is nothing more than a remnant of Cortex's creation of her place in a slightly tyrannical way so that she can get used to it as soon as possible.

As a by-product of that, Eve decided to call Cortex something like that... but it was a strange story that she would call Cortex something like that, which should not have been in an upward or downward relationship.

Though Cortex, who thought about it every day, considered the opportunity for Eve and the two of us to be walking alone a good time and roughly cut it out... Eve's seemed a little confused as to whether that word of Cortex was surprising.

"What? You call Master Cortex, Ko, Ko?

"Yes ~. The truth is, Eve doesn't need to call me like that anywhere ~"

"... ugh, yeah..."

And once I snort...... Eve how I leaned down and thought about it.

Is it good to call on Frank like that... from the side, it was obvious that she was worried about it.

Then after a while... Eve, who seemed to have an answer to her troubles, gave a determined look when she raised her face... and for some reason she said this, blushing.

"Well... from now on about Master Cortex, co..."

"Co?"

"Dear Co... Col..., I might decide to call you that!

"... Huh?

"... Master Cole? Come on, we might go!

"... that ~? Something's getting worse, I think ~... is it because of you ~...?

To that word of Eve, on the contrary, perplexed, Cortex chasing her back.

Either way, what Eve calls herself is her freedom... so Cortex doesn't get any worse (?), I tried not to touch on this topic......