Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

ragged......

A carriage tire that rocks to the ground of a decoy and vibrates as usual.

That was supposed to be a familiar sound to the carriage riders over the past few days… apparently today, unlike usual, it sounded terribly heavy.

The cause of this...

"... civil unrest..."

It was because everyone knew there was a civil unrest between the residents in the town that was due to pass today.

When Atlas told Waltz about the reconnaissance, everyone heard about it.

"Why... why do people in the same country have to contend?

And Lucia squeaks with her knees.

That, in a way, replied to a question that could be said to be ultimate… was Lucia's close friend and, more recently, Theresa, who had lost her life.

"Well...... I don't know the details, but from what I've heard about Mid-Eden, perhaps before Waltz came, this didn't happen?

With that said, Teresa turns a troubled gaze against Waltz.

That's with a gaze that asks Waltz if we can talk ahead...

"... yeah. You can tell me. 'Cause someday it's gonna be an inevitable problem no matter what you do."

Waltz, who knew what that meant, shook his head vertically with a bitter look on his face.

As a result, Teresa slowly starts talking, turning her gaze out and looking at the small settlement she was seeing ahead of her.

"... a metaphor? Until recently, there was a girl in a border village in Mid-Eden who sold iron with ultra-high refining..."

"Something metaphorical I've heard somewhere..."

"No, what. We're just getting started.... so she sold it to the caravan team that came to the village because she couldn't carry it herself?

"That's your sister..."

"No, no. Not yet, we're going to talk about it. So, the caravans bought that iron for a tenth of the market price."

""............ yeah ""

"Well then... unfortunately, the girl didn't realize that the iron she refined was being bought cheap. As a matter of fact... she had advanced technology but could not calculate it and could not determine the right selling price even if she had the information"

…………

Listen quietly to the words of Theresa.

From then on, Teresa's words continued, gaining knowledge of the modern world.

"Yes, in fact, not only this caravan squad, the girl who sold the iron, but also the farmers who make vegetables in the fields and the hunters who sell the meat of demons, they were buying goods for profit. Wasn't that... Mid-Eden until Waltz arrived?

"What... you don't have an och?

"Uhm. Because that's the traditional Mid-Eden thing. The people accepted that as normal."

That's what I said, once, Teresa, that separates words.

Then she opened her mouth again as she moved her gaze into the carriage and turned her gaze straight to Waltz.

"That's it. One day, someone like God appeared in this country. She gave people knowledge, created wealth, and enriched their country."

"No, nothing like that..."

"... No, you didn't say waltz, did you?

…………

"Well, if the book (originally) is positive (just), is it waltz? So he (...) woman (...) tried to rebuild Mid-Eden's various systems to make this country the best country in the world. … such as building a resource recovery system, installing sewers, creating a preliminary stock market and streamlining defence systems…. Among other things, she... what business did Cole go on weighing in the most... what do you think?

"If it's Cortex, it's the aviation industry... The stage before that...... maybe?

"Mm-hmm. In order to grow advanced industries within the country, starting with the aviation industry, it was necessary to develop the basic knowledge of the people who lived there. As a result, what we made in villages and cities everywhere was learning."

"" Learning building?

And, ask Lucia and Eve.

In contrast, Teresa stayed a little while before starting to explain.

"Learning halls… they were called schools in the waltz world. It's a place where not only children, but also adults, learn Mandarin and Mathematics and improve their basic academic skills."

"Is that... is Eve a place where you don't have to go? Just a few moments ago - you may have heard of a place for ladies as old as Eve to go..."

"Well... if you want to go, don't you think there's nothing wrong with going? Well, if you're in Waltz's workshop, I'm pretty sure you can learn more than that."

"Hmmm......"

and while I was only half convinced, Eve, who seemed interested in the presence of a learning house.

Seeing that Lucia had a largely similar look on her face, she also seemed to have asked Cortex or someone about the school.

Theresa's story continued after that.

"So, let's get back to the beginning. What happens if a girl who made a living refining iron, a farmer whose business it is to sell vegetables, and a hunter whose business it is to sell meat, acquires the basics?

Julia will now respond to questions that are not addressed to anyone.

"Well, 'how dare you fool me before!' I'm angry. Normal..."

"The Lord says... no, it's nothing. Perhaps you're absolutely right. Then the people will protest against the intermediate caravan squad." I want you to buy it at the right price, "he said."

"... where does that lead to civil unrest? Even the caravans, under pressure from everyone, would have to buy it at a fair price, wouldn't they?

In response to such Yulia's words, Nur, who is now ruling in a progressive form, opened his mouth rather than now ruling the country as the Demon King...

"... Little Girl (Julia). You think it's the Caravan Squad that's eating the rampant?

"Ugh... (Nah, why, Master Null, are you only so high-pressure when you talk to me...)"

"The caravan squad has a lower end and a lower end...... What really devours the profits are the nobles and those who are better than that, who receive their payment. I've often said that ignorance is a sin."

And, as if you know the truth, talk null.

Perhaps she had experience exploiting it, too.

"Mm-hmm. I mean, no matter how much you slap the caravan squad, it's never going to cost you more to buy. The amount of the purchase is determined by the guild that buys the goods through the caravan squad… so it's not supposed to be the nobles and the luxuries who set taxes behind it and collect them, or the likes of them, who don't show up on the table"

And Theresa, she mouths the core.

"And what do the people think before the purchase price that complains about the caravan squad doesn't improve? Where the hell does the discontent, jealousy, and anger in them go?

"That's what caused the civil unrest..."

That's what I said, Lucia, frowning.

Theresa against her like that...

"... maybe."

... clouded the tea with one last irresponsible word.

"... why don't you answer there, seriously?

"No? Actually, concubine, I'm not very good at serious things. Like this, I don't know, my shoulders tense... Besides, not all civil unrest is caused by what I just said. There are countless reasons to be angry more than people are alive."

So, against Waltz, Teresa flies a wink for some reason.

Though Waltz, who was ahead of him, had a small sigh, he seemed to have a thankful look on his face to Theresa, who had clouded his tea.