Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

I reacted as quickly as possible to such Teresa's words, even Waltz, who had a general idea of the circumstances, alias the walking melting furnace (?) Not even Lucia with...... was Yuki and the brave man who had heard the words from the side.

"Is that true?!

"Finally, a country other than Endersia has acquired airship technology…"

and Yuki with a surprising look and a maid brave with an emotional look.

Mid-Eden already has two giant aerial battleships, but they were built waltz-centric (?) So it was the view of the two that it is not exactly the property of the Mid-Eden State.

But this time, the (former) brave men of the Boreas Empire, a country that did not possess spacecraft technology, and the spacecraft giant Endercia, who knew how complicated spacecraft technology was, seemed to have been purely surprised because the spacecraft that Teresa declared complete was created by Waltz and Homunculus, with no assistance other than knowledge or advice, solely by the power of man.

Against those two, Teresa said this with a serious look on her face once she tightened her loose face.

"It hasn't been fully completed yet, has it? Each of the assembled parts makes sure it's working properly, but if it doesn't float in the sky, it's just like crap. Besides... the flying boats built by the concubines are not of the type that drifts steadily in the air, like the Endelusian flying boats, so many problems have to be solved in the future. In that sense, this completed airship… No, the aircraft has not yet left experimental space…"

Listen to that word, now Yuki asks.

"So... you still can't fly?

"In the sense that we haven't made our first flight, it might not be a mistake to say so. But the assembly process is complete. What's left to do… do you need your first test flight, a test flight for adjustment, and a long test flight?

"One, I mean, you need a test flight..."

"Uhm."

and convincingly nodding Teresa.

Against her like that, now Waltz asked.

"Well, what? Next time you deliver supplies to Boreas, you said you'd come with me, to test that long-haul flight?

"Uhm...... Maybe it will. Hopefully by then I'll have finished all the tests and just want to fly away in perfect condition... that would be difficult. So maybe as part of the test, we'll be flying between Boreas and Mid-Eden."

"I know it's a long way from home... but is it going to be all right? (I don't think that's what I would call a test flight...)"

and Waltz, who tilts his neck, considering the distance between Mid-Eden-Boreas, which extends to nearly 2,000 km even at a straight distance.

Teresa, on the other hand, seemed even more optimistic.

"If you can't... then I'm sure Miss Lucia will do something about it!

However, Lucia didn't seem to think the same way...

"Yeah. It's a pain in the ass"

"Instant answer!? Him, that's terrible... Can you at least help me when I'm about to crash..."

"Because before this, you had Tempo experiment with an escape device. Why don't you just use that and run? (Speaking of which, you were blowing up every chair then...)"

"Ugh, um..."

And Teresa with a subtle look on her face.

Apparently, as for her, she didn't really want to use an escape device.

Then the barren exchange between Lucia and Teresa continues......

Waltz and Yuki, who quietly watched from the side, and three maid braves,

"(I knew we weren't close...)"

"(I wanted these sisters too...)"

"(I'm glad the two of you are... buddies...)"

And neither Lucia nor Teresa seemed to notice that she was smiling tenderly, thinking of that to each of them.

If they are such a barren exchange (?) When I was doing, some of the swordsman's rooms that were in the workshop... had a chaotic sight.

"Ha... right. A man...... no. Can you handle that?

"... what are you talking about?

I was in conversation with Blaze, who features brown wings similar to my mother Hermes, and a swordsman who, as usual, was dressed but whose way of speaking was no longer undone.

A day has passed since we returned from South Fortress to King's Capital, but apparently the hunter's courtesy training has had a huge impact, not only on the brave, but also on the swordsman.

It was never unusual for those two to chat inside the Swordsman's room.

Because of the small percentage of men among the members and, on top of that, their age was close, they had a close friendship so that they could speak with a broken stomach.

So there's nothing unusual about it.

So, what the hell is chaos...

It was in the room, and there seemed to have been a cause for someone other than them.

"Hey, Mr. Victor? How about this? Potentia-kun imitation 'Casa Casa

".................." Casa Casa

When he returned from South Fortress, Energia, who was acting with his newly made brother, was playing with the object G (Potentia), which could not be seen as a person in the Wang capital.

It also reproduces the appearance of a large number of insects that somehow glow black, in a micromachine for both of us......

"... energy? Honestly... it's not very pleasant, is it?

"What..."

Seeing how she behaved like that, the swordsman accidentally held his head, but there seemed to be something gushing in the heart of his one-word energy as well.

What those words directed at me by those I love were like for energy...... perhaps it must have been unimaginably damaging.

On the other hand, neither did the swordsman know that, to say the word, she would be hurt.

But even if he subtracted it, he really had to say the words.

Because now, inside his room,

Casa, casa...

Casa, casa...

Because it was covered up by an awesome amount of black objects that...

He was a swordsman with a head for those two micromachines... but on the other hand, his friends didn't seem to care much.

"If you're as cute as Energia, even a man at this time...... no, I knew you couldn't cross that line!

and against black objects, a blaze that seems complicated or in love...... what an elusive gaze.

Then he actually held his head with both hands and started to get stuffy... but then, at the earliest, he decides to omit anything but mental illness.

Sighing at the appearance of such a blaze, the swordsman, taking his gaze off of him, opened his mouth to the group of micromachines whose movement was dull like that of object G, which had been subjected to frozen insecticides, and the group of micromachines which were still active.

"I don't mind the energy or the potential playing in my room, but if you don't keep it to yourself, you'll get complaints from your neighbor, right?

and swordsmen who speak of possible problems that are likely to occur in collective homes.

But this is a workshop packed with state-of-the-art technology, made of special alloys made of waltz and lucia.

Since the sound of life in general does not leak or convey vibrations, and on top of that, the neighbors are in the midst of being stuffy in front of them, there could not have been anyone who would complain to them.

In fact, however, there seemed to be someone who wanted to complain about them.

If that's an analogy, you might say that even if for no reason, the same person who wants to stick with people for now is not many...

Gashon!

The swordsman's room door opened on its own, ignoring security, and came...

"... it's a whole lot of trouble. Potentia? You have to make sure you choose who you hang out with, don't you?

He was a grumpy temper, complacent of his potential guardian.

In the first place, it seemed rhetorical, such as the fact that Potentia and Waltz were in contact with each other, and for Tempo, who had not had much of a temper, the men who could not be known as the bones of any horse.

At that moment,

"Whew..."

"Ko, is this Tempo? What can I do for you in my room?

and mouth, then blades and swordsmen to bluish their faces.

It was generally a tempo seen as an extinct beauty, but apparently, in the eyes of the two of them, it looked like something different...