Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Approximately half a day since the carriage began to run from the campsite.

Over several hills, through the wilderness......

And the line plunged into the valley zone Clark was talking about.

In other words, the waltzes came to the place where the king capital of Olija could be seen.

There, a large town was spreading, built on a chopped cliff.

If an earthquake came, it was a town built in such a position that it would instantly fall to the bottom of the valley… should I say instead?

At least, people don't seem to be able to climb from the cliffside.

Exactly, natural elements, something like that.

Capella, who saw the view, shrugged, somehow impressed.

"Oh well... are you leaving here..."

Try it. He seemed familiar with the geography of this country, sometimes Olija was a living area, but the path he came this time was his first.

Usually, I guess I was just traveling the fat way.

Then Loricon in the next seat, who was listening to the crush, opened his mouth as he manipulated the reins.

"Ah? What's up? You talking to yourself?"

"Oh, a little bit of interest. Yesterday, we went off the sidewalk, and we went down a little road, didn't we? If I hadn't strayed from that, I would have been on the other side of the cliff by now..."

"... what's the way out?

"It would be a little different than the way out...... In the end, we have to cross this valley, so once we get down to the valley, we have to climb a steep uphill hill. Look, it's me."

That's what I said, a cappella pointing a finger from the top of the carriage podium.

At the tip of that finger was the sight of a slopey passage, which had been maintained to creep through the rocks, bent from the bottom of the valley, about 200 m deep, over and over again with Kunechne, connecting towards the surface.

From there, there is no other way, and there seems to be no other way to the King's Capital than to pass through that passage.

When things happen, they will stop the invasion from the bottom of the valley by collapsing or blocking it.

"It's a lot of bad traffic..."

See how it goes, lolicon squeaking in dissatisfaction.

Then, against him like that, Capella began to talk about this with a bitter smile.

"There used to be a long suspension bridge across this valley. I still have that residue... oh, I can still see it from here. There are two stone towers on the bank opposite Wang Du, right? He gave you a long rope from that place, and he was building a bridge, right?

"Sure, you have that... So, how come there's no bridge at all?

"... come on?

"You don't know the most important part..."

and Loricon, who listens to the cappella's description and gives a tired look.

Then this time, from behind them, I heard a voice that was familiar to both of us.

"... because once upon a time, King Olija's carriage, trying to march into a dispute with Mid-Eden, pulled off a rope of bridges over weight and fell into the valley, right? As it turns out, in Olija, we stopped passing bridges through this valley."

So it was Julia who had been back in the carriage since this morning.

Apparently, she has studied the history of this country to some extent before coming to Olija.

"" Yu, Yulia Sister (...)... "

…… What's wrong? Both of you. Such a bright blue face... "

"" Yes, no. Nothing...... "

And two silent men.

They had nothing behind them, but fuzzy behind their brains...... her magical sight of crushing the thick trees that were in the Mid-Eden woods as if they were twigs, or they didn't come...

Before the inexplicable behavior of such men, as Julia was leaning her neck, Clark's carriage running forward... accidentally stopped.

Seeing that, where Loricon pulled the carriage over...... Waltz, who was looking out behind Julia, opens his mouth.

"Have you arrived at your destination?

"Yep. Sounds like it. So... Master Waltz floats the carriage to cross over?

And when Julia inquired, Waltz said this as he waved in the right way in front of his face.

"No? It's hard for me to float a carriage for 3,000 people individually and go to the other side...... Lucia?

"Yeah?"

"Transfer magic, can you ask?

"Yeah, okay?

And when I say it, Lucia gets off the carriage.

Follow that and Waltz gets off the carriage too...

And the two of us, a convoy of carriages and travel to a place with a view of the destination, then

"Well, then, shall we?

"Yeah, I did it."

Lucia has metastatic magic (?).

Bun......

"Is that it? Did Mr. Clark get out of the carriage right now, look at me, look weird?

"What? Clark looked weird? That's... no, isn't that the normal look on your face?

"Ugh, yeah... (I didn't say weird face... well)"

After that usual exchange... Waltz and Lucia rose to the sky.

… except.

It's a lot of hassle to be seen by people who don't know what's going on, so hang an optical camo and make it look as if you did jump using metastatic magic...

Then, after about 30 seconds of being delayed by the fellows, the two reached the other side of the valley.

Then there...

…………

How can we be ahead of ourselves across the valley... rather than with the Mid-Eden knights who don't know where we are.

…………

It seemed that as many as 3,000 knights, oligian soldiers who suddenly did not understand the circumstances of how they appeared in front of each other, were stiffened up in a stark fashion.

At that time, when the Orija soldiers were carrying something like a round giant rock, apparently they were trying to block the way up from the bottom of the valley.

Perhaps when the knights of Mid-Eden appeared on the other shore, they began to prepare themselves so that no matter what.

"... to a newbie organization (...) et al. (...) et al. (...) may this (...)?

With that said, Waltz unravels the optical camouflage, walks between the two and walks toward their carriage;

"Maybe not..."

Lucia passes after her sister, looking left and right in a chill.

Then the first thing you returned to me... needless to say, the knights on Mid-Eden's side...

"Oh, man! Battle Placement!"

………… "" "No!

Everyone seems to have begun to prepare for battle, showing undisturbed movement as usual and hiding themselves in the shadow of their carriage.

Meanwhile, if you're an Orija soldier...

"" "………" "Pocahontas"

And yet, whether the status quo has not swallowed, whether it will solidify with its mouth open, or whether it will take me back, it does not seem to have moved from there to earlier action, merely by making the spot urlow.

Suddenly enemies (?) You didn't think it would show up, you don't have a weapon-like weapon, and you only wore minimal protective equipment, so you don't know how to deal with it anymore.

Then, such a fold.

Waltz said Clark, who looked weird, finally got me back, with his usual look, and raised his voice to the soldiers.

"Everybody, I'm home now! It's my life! It's Clark! From here, we follow the king's instructions and invite these men... the brave men of Mid-Eden to the royal castle, so that everyone can prepare for their welcome! Also, would the person in charge of commanding this unit please come to my colleague? That's it!"

To that word...

…………

and finally, you understand what we need to do, soldiers who start to move vigorously.

Then while leaving some confusion, where they started pulling up troops...

"... This is Lord Clark. Looks like you'll be home soon..."

A strangely galloping, thin, poorly eyed military figure appeared.

Apparently, he is the head of the soldiers who were here… who are guarding the area around the Wang capital.

Clark replies to him with a sinister look on his face.

"Lord McNeil...... It's rare for a Knight Chief to go out on his own..."

"No, what. Heard reports of Mid-Eden guys looking across the valley..."

With that in his mouth, he looks around, a man called McNeil.

His lips like that, a little dark in colour, from where he was trembling into small pieces… seemingly calm, he, too, seemed perplexed by the current situation.

Though, that was also, for a short time.

"So... are these really Mid-Eden soldiers?

Is that the usual him, McNeill talked looking down at the Mid-Eden knights... and Clark tried to respond to that, at that time.

"Are you the captain who leads the Orija soldiers? … I will see you first. I'm in command of this unit, Atlas."

It is not an exaggeration that Atlas, the smallest of the Mid-Eden knights, only about 145cm tall, broke into two conversations.

Then, against him like that,

"Hmm......"

McNeil shows a bare gesture of laughter with his nose.

After all, a low-height Atlas, from a samurai's point of view, will look like a weak man.

To such McNeill's reaction,

"Are you being rude? Lord McNeil. This Mistress..."

and Clark tried to say the word of advice...... at that moment,

Kin......

Such a tall noise echoes around.

Its audio source is...... McNeil's sword.

It also seems to have been heard from the sharp blade he pulled out at an unobtrusive speed, as if he were a sleeping slayer...