Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Teresa looked uncomfortable in her own room, which was decorated in a luxurious manner, anyway.

With that in mind, the two fox daughters, for the time being, moved the place to the chancellor's office the size of a good one.

And Teresa, who still came to her desk in the Speaker's office, which is not remembered, looked out the window of the Speaker's office at the town of Wang Du... but seemed to have lowered her back to her seat there, trying not to see it as much as possible.

However,

"It's Cor... Concubine, can we live well here from now on...?

That chair, because it was too comfortable to sit in… In her, the opposite appeared to have raised anxiety.

"It's okay ~? Concubine ~. Because it comes with me ~"

and since Teresa regained consciousness (?) thing, Cortex, who has been getting here with me so far about her side.

Take responsibility for your lack of consideration and the consequent loss of Theresa's life….

I guess Cortex decided to show that regret as an action.

"... Well, if Cole is around, what can we do?

Though Teresa didn't know that background, she seemed to understand that under circumstances where she didn't know the right or left, she got a powerful helper for now.

Because of that, she looked like she could afford just a little bit of her heart, when she turned to her desk... she opened the drawer that was there in a rough way and tried to look into it.

... What was I, in my lifetime, doing there?

She must have wanted to make sure of it.

And when she opens that strangely heavy drawer, from there,

ragged......

and a pile of crap and thinking metal parts….

Look at that. Theresa says this with a happy look on her face somehow.

"... um. It's definitely my concubine's desk!

Cortex, who had seen and heard Teresa's expression and remarks like that, asked her what the hell she had seen.

"Is something wrong ~?

"Mm-hmm. I didn't think it would be like a concubine to put this piston, the conrot, and the ignition plug-like parts in my desk like this."

"Right ~. I've only seen a concubine or so do parts in an office desk like that ~. More than that, in this world in the first place, there will only be people who build engines, like concubines ~"

"... Huh?

Because I was losing a lot of knowledge about this world, or Theresa, who hears that word of Cortex and dots her eyes.

From the looks of it, about the engine, anyone would be able to make it...... maybe that's what I thought.

But Teresa, who was beginning to feel thinner that technology in the other world had not advanced than she thought herself, with surprise, threw words of confirmation at Cortex.

"In this world, about a concubine...... then? What the hell kind of work did you do? The concubine in life..."

"Uh-huh ~... you're the president of the national parliament of this country, who was also wasting his bedtime building engines and planes ~. Maybe even if you let it go, in the meantime, you were going crazy ~? (It's only a matter of time...... no, was it originally ~)"

"... or, again, it may be a little difficult for a concubine to live in this world..."

And Teresa with her elbows on her desk and her head in her hand, as she did in her lifetime.

Was Cortex smiling small watching that figure from the side... because Theresa there was doing exactly the same trick as her in memory?

and such folds, accidentally visitors to the chancellor's office (?) comes.

Gacha......

Needless to say, the person who opens the door and walks in without even knocking into the chancellor's office was not a general royal castle official.

So who was it,...

".................." Mussu

And one of the homunculus, Atlas, who was on the face of praise.

He stayed in a brotherly fight with Cortex and Waltz.

The cause of this was nothing more than Theresa's death... besides, there was something angry and she seemed to have an upset look on her face.

What the hell does a situation where Teresa, who is dead, and Cortex, who has revealed his body to save that girlfriend, will be gone from this country...

To put it more directly, who the hell is going to be in the chair if there are no longer both front and back chairmen from this country......

Waltz, who doesn't like to associate with unspecified persons, will not act on his behalf, so someone else will have to act in place of the chairman who is gone.

I mean, that was... Atlas.

In short, this chairman's office was now his room.

"Ha..."

He comes into the chancellor's office. No, he sighs loudly, and he goes to the couch that was in front of him, straight out of his head,

Dossa......

and sinking Atlas.

"I'm tired..."

With a sigh, whining such words, he is apparently not very good at the political world in which he travels.

Exclusive Made (?) Even if he is, he doesn't have a secretary to replace him with his shoulder, so I guess on both shoulders, he's got an extra concentration of work.

By the way.

As a substitute for Teresa, Cortex, who can officially chair, got a second generation of bodies and restarted it a week ago.

But the thing that has happened since she rebooted, that she didn't return to the chairmanship right away and that she was stuck with Theresa, who won't wake up much longer, may have also been causing Atlas dissatisfaction.

And this time, as before the accident, Teresa and Cortex came back to this room and stood on the other side of the Speaker's desk that was behind the room... but there seemed to be nothing for Atlas, who was exhausted, to realize that.

Theresa, who had felt it or was observing him from the gap between her hands, raised her heavy head and asked her a lot of questions about Atlas.

"How tired are you? Atlas."

"Ah...... Seriously, I thought I'd give that aristocrat 100% income tax............... Huh?

"At this point, so you should actually do it ~. Anyway, it's not like me and my concubine are going after the blame. ~?

…………

The moment I hear the two voices I'm used to hearing, Atlas suddenly solidifies with me stuck on the couch.

Then he takes confirmation against the Lord of his voice, in his steady posture, pulling and trembling.

"Um... Teresa?

"Hmm. At least it's not Cor."

"Right ~. It's not even like I'm a concubine monomaneuver ~, is it?

…………

And Atlas of how he lost his word again.

Then he never looked up,

"... good... Really... good..."

And I said it, and I didn't look up for a while... I'm sure it must be because I had a lot of fatigue in my heart.