Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

That night.

The dishes prepared by the Kingdom of Orija, it was lavish.

A number of seasonal ingredients and luxurious court dishes only available in this country….

Since the Royal Castle kitchen was not the only way to behave against the 3,000 knights, restaurants around the city seem to have succeeded in working together to make it.

Exactly, hospitality by citing the country, something like that.

provided that

"... Atlas? It looks like the knights are gone, but where the hell did they go?

"If I tell you to eat here or in town or judge in front of me... looks like we're all out of town..."

"... it looks like none of you are waltz?

"Seems like your sisters would have been in the room... but when you saw where they didn't come out, you stumbled on them, didn't you? Around Lucia, you'll always have Inari sushi..."

"So... just us, we have to flatten this, right?

"I guess it will..."

The courtyard set up as an extraordinary supper venue, as the exchange between such maid braves and Atlas, seemed to have nothing but their appearance.

To put it in more detail, he is four men: the brave, the Atlas, the swordsman, and the wise.

The courtyard they were in was a beautiful garden filled with flowers, handy in every corner.

The promenade stretches east, west, north and south around objects that mimic the Orija National Chapter in the centre….

The promenade is arched, and the flowers shine there… it is such a place.

There were brave men in a castle-like garden, not found in the royal castle of the industrialized Mid-Eden... but the interaction that was being exchanged there seemed to be something that could never be described as beautiful.

"Victor...... How far can you eat alone?

"No, you can only eat normally, right?

"Even if you work hard and eat 10 servings... 2990 servings of noodles... you can't"

"10 people...... I mean, you don't count your share, Nicole...... I have no choice. Let's call those two as reinforcements here."

and a swordsman with a radio in his ear after such an exchange with a wise man desperate enough not to be able to make the right calculations.

…………

As a result,

"... hey swordsman. I appreciate you calling... can I ask you one thing?

"Ah...... I have something to say to you too."

"... what is it?

"" Why did you call me?!

The swordsman, outside the royal castle, seems to have called Capella and Loricon, who would be taking care of the horse with a twitch.

Well, with a total increase to six, I can't possibly get rid of a meal for 3,000 people......

McNeil comes to the spot when the Loricons, who have come to a place where the despair of the opposite pole from hunger spreads, have their heads on the status quo.

Apparently, he's a dedicated entertainer for the braves.

"... where did the other guys go?

As unfathomable as ever, Boso, asks McNeil.

Then Atlas answers his query, looking somewhere grumpy, with regret.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... With the meal here and the meal outside, I decided I was free to choose. As much as possible, I want to reduce the burden on the Orija side...... Then all the knights shy away and go outside..."

And, darkly, Atlas mouths that I didn't expect to be ready for the meal on Orija's side in time.

It's just that McNeil didn't seem to care much about that.

"... right"

He spoke briefly and gave an unfortunate look.

Guess from how it went...... he wasn't angry, he just wanted to interact with the Mid-Eden knights.

Nevertheless, if it stays here, it will leave the majority of the meal, and it will leave no difference to the oligian side, with extremely rude consequences......

General Manager to lead the troops (?) It seems Atlas decided to take a second stand, in addition to preventing its worst.

"Give me a minute..."

That's all I'm saying, put your hand on your ear and start the built-in radio Atlas.

That correspondent...

"Hey, Flying Dragon. Where are you now?

As the saying goes, it seems to have been a flying dragon.

However, there was no direct response from Feilong to the question.

Instead, a reply flies from Yuki, who would be near her.

"Mr. Atlas? Yuki. Hey, Dragon's in a state where you can't use the radio right now, so I'll get back to you instead, right?

'... As far as I hear that, I only have a bad feeling... well, fine. So, dinner's ready... the Yuki's not coming this way?

Yuki, who was thrown such a word, responded this way to Atlas while giving out an atmosphere that seemed somewhat difficult on the other side of the radio.

'There's a bit of a complicated situation, I can't get out of the room right now...'

"More and more, you only have a bad feeling..."

and Atlas, when he shrugged.

'... Huh? Oh, wait a minute, please. Uh... what is it? Dear Tempo'

Yuki seems to have started a conversation with Tempo on the other side of the radio.

Something tells me he's talking about what's in there.

And after a while,

'... I don't think you can get out of the door, but would you like to come out the window?... I get it'

Looks like we've come to some kind of conclusion.

Then Yuki answered this to Atlas, who was waiting for a reply over the radio.

'Uh, I got permission from Master Tempo, so I'll go now, won't I?

'What? Oh, whoa...'

A 250-year-old former demon king is confused Atlas because he doesn't know why he has to give permission to tempo to act.

Either way, he seems to have loosened his cheeks slightly to what reinforcements are likely to come.

... Well, that was also, for a moment...

Dogowong!!

The sound was equal to that of the earliest BGM to those of Mid-Eden.

It is the sound of something crumbling, falling to the ground, and crushing.

Nevertheless, this is Olija.

And it broke...

"Hmm?!

And, McNeill and others, as the soldiers of Olija blaze, it would be more unnatural not to make a scene if it were a wall in the guest room on the corner of the royal castle.

And from there...

Bassa, bassa...

And a giant flying dragon, who came with maid clothes, flew up into the sky.

To some extent, Atlas, who knows the circumstances, seems to have accidentally held his head to the sight as well.

"Ha... sorry. Looks like our guy's got a rough phase. I want you to charge me later because I will pay the full cost of the repair in Mid Eden"

And, with a tired look on his face, Atlas tells that to McNeil.

It's just that... McNeil, who was staring at the flying dragon coming towards us, didn't seem to get his word.

Thus, consideration is given to some of the royal castles of Olija (?) The meal for 3,000 people was supposed to fit safely into the belly of the flying dragon, which had returned to its original appearance.

It should be noted that it would go without saying that those who were on the spot began rushing to dine together in an attempt to secure their own dinner before the Fei Long, who proceeded to eat at a fierce rate.