"So, the temp's gone home... what do we do? Coming..."

"I don't care what they say..."

"I may have punished the bad guys... but I may not have punished them all..."

Waltz and Atlas haunt their heads over a series of tempo actions that seem to have vandalized the battlefield, self-destructed, and returned to the King's Capital, plus Eve.

From the sky already, the enormous figure of the potentia has disappeared, and the tempo is with him, the burnt manoeuvre armor (?) I left only the wreckage of it and it looked like I was back in King's Capital once...

"Oh, my sister, my stupid brother, and Eve. Good morning."

That seemed like three thoughts.

As usual, a faceless tempo accidentally appeared from the townspeople.

Seeing that appearance, Waltz frowned and inquired.

"Tempo, you weren't home yet...... Not you. When did you build your own manoeuvres?

Tempo then replies this way, shaking his head, with an unfortunately faceless look on his face.

"I asked Catalina to lend me the floor of the workshop, and when I found time, I was solemnly building it. If your sister had just given me her manoeuvre armor, I wouldn't have had to write this hassle..."

"No, I can't give you my body... but if you're going to build it, make it, I wish you'd tell me... I'm not gonna disagree with you, am I?

and waltz with a frightened look at the tempo of speaking with the usual faceless expression.

Their interactions, which also seem to be as usual, … but they seem to have come here and had a new development.

"Really...... Okay, I'll keep it a secret."

Tempo declined Waltz's offer to cooperate.

It can be said that the exchange itself did not go far beyond the usual boundaries.

In fact, Waltz also seemed to have a tired look on his face, like, here we go again.

... but this time. The signs that the tempo was wrapped up were different than usual.

Anyway... it contained sad colors.

And here's what she said to Waltz, who had a disgruntled look on her face.

"... does your sister understand? Feel close to voidness with holes in your system…"

…………

"I don't get it. Honestly, I don't want you to get involved anymore."

and the tempo of always looking more and more grumpy.

It also seems to have roots in the fact that Waltz did not give himself manoeuvre armor from the beginning, while Prototype I of manoeuvre armor was exploded and inflamed.

Because I found that out, Waltz changed his expression until the last minute and groaned with regret.

"The excuse is... I won't tell you"

"... Then leave me alone. I'll keep this town safe for about a week, so your sister can go back to her job."

That said, stay away from the waltz...... and close to what was black burnt manoeuvre armor, you don't mind your hands getting dirty, tempo touching it.

Against her like that, Waltz seemed to have just narrowed his eyes without being able to say anything.

Then Atlas, who watched the exchange nearby, said this to Waltz after the tempo had walked away.

"I... I don't care about manoeuvre armor, do I?

Apparently he decided to say one thing to himself, the same homunculus as Tempo, before his sister cared.

Waltz then uttered this question to Atlas.

"... you want one too? Mobile armor"

"Well, I want... but as things stand, it's totally over-spec, so I'm fine"

"…… yes"

That's all you say, turn around toward town...... and walk away waltz.

Eve, who watched behind it, stayed on the spot, not chasing after her... because there was some sad color floating around on Waltz's back?

And then the sun rose, and after everyone was ready, a line left town on schedule.

Behind it it seemed that various carriages and luggage carriages, large and small, in which the knights rode, were drawn in long rows by animals instead of horses.

Apparently, some knights who can do demonic taems are letting them pull carriages by bringing demons from nearby woods and plains to tear up the bait.

Those in the big carriage leading the way seemed to view such a different sight with interest...

".................. ha"

Only Waltz, who was riding with them, seemed to see the view in the distance and sigh loudly.

Realizing how it was...... somehow Julia, who was building a neighborhood under her eyes, asked the situation aloud against Lucia and Teresa, who were supposed to have stayed in the same room as Waltz, and Eve.

"(To Master Waltz... is something wrong?

"(Come on? I wonder if I know anything)"

"I don't even know my concubine."

Lucia and Teresa tilting their necks saying.

The two of us who slept until breakfast time was critical didn't seem to know what was going on.

Meanwhile, Eve, who somehow knew the circumstances, replied with a difficult look on her face to that question of Julia.

"(Amen... Master Waltz, looks like he was looking for a member of the gangster?

"" "(Garlic?

"(Yeah. A five-man unit in black that fights evil! But, Master Tempo, I think I may have called to say," Wouldn't you like to join me? "

And Eve, who seems to be mistaken about something.

Not knowing exactly what mobile armor is, she seems to have gotten a weird misconception because of Waltz and Atlas's proper 'carrot' explanation.

Hearing that, Teresa, who had knowledge of the 'ninja', asked Eve with a slightly troubled look on her face.

"(Wow, Miss Eve? Lord, am I mistaken?

"(You might think there's no mistake, right? Because this morning, Mr. Waltz and Mr. Atlas may have told me directly)"

"(... are you sure?

"(Yeah!

And I said, Eve nodding with a serious look.

Sometimes there were no confusing colors at all in her statements like that.

"(Well, I wonder if so...)"

"(Hmm... I don't even feel different... I guess so)"

"(Dear Waltz... are you going to make it even with the special forces?

and each of the three seem to have decided to force themselves to convince themselves.

It should be noted that by then, Waltz...

(Boreas, that's a long way to go...)

I'm not thinking about 'Ninja' or about Tempo, but I seem to have been thinking about the journey ahead of me, recalling the journey I've made to this point since I left King's Capital a week ago.