Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Dgowong......

Dodo dodo...

Zdwong!

On the outside of North Fortress, where sounds like a battlefield using such heavy firearms ring,

"What is zombie meat... can you eat it..."

And whining,

jue......

and a hunter in a meat baking apron;

"Hmm. I mean, the juicy meat is a little bit of zombie meat from the town there, right?

Theresa making a statement like a screw is missing, and,

"What?! Hey, I might not need dinner tonight..."

There was an appearance of Eve truly confused by it.

The hunters prepare dinner as usual, and Teresa and Eve are non-combatants (?) So it seems that I am going to leave a message outside of town.

By the way.

Other combatable members were heading out to North Fortress to exorcise zombies in the name of giving permanent peace to those who had lost their lives…

This roar was also probably caused by Waltz and Lucia, not by the soldiers.

Well, aside from that.

Until earlier, stare at the meat you were baking. Whoever Eve was swallowing felt pity as she changed her complexion and lagged behind, and the hunter sent word of follow-up with a bitter smile.

"... Eve. Sounds like you're mistaken... what you're baking right now is not zombie meat, it's just nik. Even if I ate zombie meat, I just don't want it served for dinner that everyone eats, so don't worry. The zombies were human..."

Then this time, Teresa, who made a statement that caused Eve to be bewildered, mouths like this, bewildered.

"Not at all...... Still don't know the noble joke about the concubine? Miss Eve, if you think about it a little bit, you can smell it, like you're not cooking zombie meat, right? I'm not a dog beast..."

In contrast, Eve returned the words in a grumpy manner.

"Yeah, you might not understand! Master Teresa, have you ever smelled zombies? There may not be Eve... What do we do? If it smells good..."

"Well, the good news is, I might smell like pickles... but there shouldn't be any fragrances or good citrus smells first. The hunter's house?

That's what I say, and Teresa talks to the hunter who's cooking.

Then the hunter turned his distant gaze to the sky, which was gradually getting dark, and said this to remind him of something.

"Well... isn't it by people?

"" What... "

and about a fifth of the time of the day for a female knight (?) Teresa and Eve doubt their ears about what the hunters say living as.

Combat-experienced hunters have apparently fought zombies and know their smells.

"Well, what does that mean? No way... some people would say it smells good, wouldn't they?

"Well, maybe I am. What kind of stinking fetish could it be, the guy..."

Two people who, while saying so, felt the smelly fetish.

The person is rumored to be in the intelligence department... well, let's put that story aside.

Seeing those two startlings, the hunter seems to have decided to go into more detail, combined with a supplement.

"I'm sorry to make a statement that breaks the expectations of the two of us... but the zombie smell I've smelled was a kind of rotten odor I don't really want to smell, eh? So, maybe by people, that's why I said... actually, because there was a strong man who used to say that just the smell of zombies allowed me to identify the kind. I'm sure he thinks he smells good about zombies.... Well, he's my brother"

"" What... "

"No, you guys... pointing that gaze this way doesn't mean our entire family has a weird fetish, does it?

and its very existence is spoken of by hunters like chunks of fetish, but neither Teresa nor Eve seemed to argue against it.

Maybe both of us have paralyzed our senses because there are so many people with strange fetishes around us......

Then this time, Eve, who was still wearing her favorite made-up clothes today, asked this to the hunter.

"What's a hunter's brother... what could he be like?

"Are those your brothers? Right...... It's hard inside to explain what kind of people... there were 4 of them all, and all of them... you were poor..."

""... oh, yeah... "

Guess...

Teresa and Eve get the exact look on their faces and shut up.

The two seem to have imagined, from a hunter's point of view, what the hell kind of person could be described as a man of inflexibility... but in the end, no convincing figure seemed to emerge.

The statue of a man from a skinny hunter at its apex of musculoskeletal knights defending the Mid-Eden Republic... apparently contained a vain number of components.

Then two, having sympathy for the hunter's brothers and the tenacious knights, opened their mouths again, frowning inadvertently as to whether the hunter had remembered something.

"With that said, just the brother at the top, don't feel like you've been working hard on martial arts. I haven't really talked to him since he's a year away, but he's even been to the semi-finals in a martial arts contest in Wangdu, hasn't he?

"Well, it could be... (Yet it could be poor?

"Wang Du's Martial Arts Contest...... Haven't you ever heard of a concubine?

"The royal family seemed to watch it every year, so did Teresa... Oh, I'm sorry. You're losing your memory..."

"No, you don't care. Isn't it good about the old days? If there is now, of."

"It would help if you could say that."

That's what I said after I lost my life in an accident, a hunter with a look of sorry for Theresa, who had lost most of her memory of the former Mid-Eden kingdom.

Then she just said, as a token of her apology,

"Look. Nik's meat's cooked, huh? Eat in the heat."

Theresa, who was standing by with a fork and a knife in both hands, and Eve, who was equally holding a total of four chopsticks in both hands, each placed a piece of hard-baked meat.

As a result,

"I might have it!

"Here you go!

Two people who do not hesitate to cling to meat.

"Hmm, hot, but maybe delicious!

"Hmm. Not at all!

"Oh, I like waltz!

And the hunter, when he gives a satisfied look at the reaction of the two girls, tired of the fight (?) He started baking the next meat for Waltz, who would return.

For the record.

I didn't even seem to think of dew at this point that the two people who are happily moving their mouths would get stuffed and hard on a real dinner later......