Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

… as a result.

"... what would come up unexpectedly if I asked?

If it were impossible, a number of carriages that could not be ridden by all 3,000 knights would be offered by the townspeople.

Most of them seemed small, like a luggage truck, but if people could get in, there wouldn't be a problem.

Or if there is a problem, is it the horse pulling the carriage?

But it also means that the knights under Atlas will do something about it by tomorrow morning, so it doesn't seem to be a big problem.

That's why the Waltz had decided to stay in this town for one night.

There were other reasons for that, besides preparing carriages and horses... later on about that.

As a result, Waltz, Lucia and Teresa, three men lined up in a room in a town inn controlled by the knights, seemed to be discussing the events of today and the schedule from tomorrow in the strict security of the knights.

Among other things, Waltz is the loot of the day (?) I grumbled my thoughts about...... In contrast, I replied that the speech (?) was Teresa, the person who called for the provision of the carriage in

"Hmm. Is that what you're gonna say?

"But I don't know about threatening you..."

And what I uttered was Lucia, who had not been able to hear a convincing answer from Teresa, who had been whining about the novel since noon.

For her, who hates every contention more than anyone else, she didn't seem to care about Teresa's forceful ways.

Theresa then began explaining to Lucia, who was swelling her cheeks and turning to her flattering face, how many times she could not tell, with a face like her heart was tired.

However, for this time only, come on, I seemed to be thinking about putting Keri on this infinite loop.

"Later? Miss Lucia, as I have said many times, my concubine was very distressed about this case. By mouth. Yeah, I said, well, let's also know that the Lord doesn't actually move into action, huh?

"Yeah... I know that, but I wonder if using fear to make everyone in town what they want?

"Hmm... what do you think the Lord should have done if he had?

After such a contrary inquiry by Teresa, Lucia worried...

"... after all, barter?

That said, he gave me a look that seemed difficult.

Apparently, the exchange of money and things is both a matter of deciding whether something really could have been done.

Theresa, who heard the words… somehow, with a satisfying look on her face, began to speak again to Lucia.

"If bartering means that the concubines have already exchanged things of sufficient value?

"What? What did you trade?

"It's a condition that instead of having the carriage provided, people in this town pretend not to see the riots."

"... ah"

"Well, if you report this to Cole later, he'll handle it appropriately. Of course, will you take into account the reprisals from the nobles against the townspeople?

And Teresa explains with a grin to Lucia, who just noticed, and so on.

Then, during those two exchanges, Waltz, who was listening, broke in.

"I'm talking about it... I don't think we'll make it."

""... Huh?

"No? Sure, Cortex has Mid-Eden's army, via Mr. Hunter, but how long do you think it's gonna take them to come to this town to break into the conflict?

"... hee, hee, mie... fast, take a week or so?

"I guess. So, in the meantime, there's nothing to protect the townspeople, but in the meantime, can we be safe from retaliation? We won't be eating footstops here for a week either..."

…………

Theresa and Lucia listening to that word and thinking.

They must probably be figuring out how they can keep the inhabitants of this town protected for a week.

It should be noted that the method of calling upon the upper echelons of government… for example from Cortex, not to retaliate, was unlikely to make sense.

When the former kings died and made this country a republic, Cortex offered them certain conditions in order to make a compromise with the opponent nobles.

… to recognise autonomous governments.

In other words, within the framework of a large country called Mid-Eden, we were presenting a compromise (at best) whereby nobles' territories could be recognised as before and within which they could decide on the law with some latitude and autonomy.

With that in mind, the nobles admitted to introducing a republican system into Mid-Eden... and for that reason, even with riots like this one, there was no rule that they had to listen to orders from the upper echelons.

Against that background, Teresa and Lucia had their heads troubled...... in fact they were already waltzes and seemed to have taken concrete measures to protect the townspeople.

As a result, she opened that mouth again so as to block the thought of the two troubled people.

"Cortex can't move from the king's capital, but there's someone else who can move right now, right? There's only one person who can fight on an equal footing with tens of thousands of people."

And it was the moment Waltz spoke.

Outside the window… more specifically, a voice flew from the other side of the black sky.

"I'm here to deliver my luggage -"

The voice was that of the black air battleship, the potentia.

His hull was packed giddy all the way inside and he shouldn't have been able to carry people or luggage.

If he comes to deliver something like that, there's a precedent...

"Potatoes are bringing you... tempo..."

"... tempo..."

It would be about the tempo, Homunculus, Cortex's sister and Waltz's sister.

And the next moment,

Dogowong!!

and the avenue road before the bombing inn.

When the waltzes peek through the window, there's a tempo that somehow wraps around purple electricity and slowly rises......

"... that, what are you doing?

"Come on? Isn't that creating an atmosphere? I'm sure."

"... can a concubine do that too? ♪ Exciting

"Yeah, I can't"

"I'm sorry to hear that."

The waltzes exchange such exchanges before the tempo of rising on the spot, entangling the atmosphere of a killing machine that appeared over time or dimension.

Note that, just in case, the tempo seems to be dressed.

"So... what are you telling me to do? Your sister. Honestly, you don't have much time for me, do you? ♪ Gogogogogogogo ♪

Carried to Potentia, Tempo, who came from the Wang capital, said so in dissatisfaction when he came to the room where the waltzes were staying.

Against her like that, Lucia explains, not waltz......

"You know, tempo. I want you to protect the people in this town from the nobles who might attack you angrily, because Cor's dispatched soldiers should be here in a week or so, until then."

"... okay, Lucia. If that's the case, I'll take care of the rest."

"Hey you, aren't you dealing with me and Lucia a lot differently?!

Waltz complaining because his tempo attitude was too honest.

"Isn't that right? Lucia is a hard worker. By contrast, your sister is always just gootala. If you regret it, why don't you say something back?

"Yes, no, even me, where everyone hasn't seen..."

"Uh, is that right? Now, please show me the results that you've worked hard where everyone hasn't seen you. Right now, too."

"Gu, gu..."

Roaring, waltz trying to find words to say back to tempo.

But in the end nothing came up, she just seemed to be able to hold her head to the mouth shot from her usual sister.