Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"... seniors. Maybe you didn't always do it deliberately?

"... found out?

"I thought..."

Just like when we came in, Julia and Sylvia actually speak up and converse, just as we crossed the boundaries of the church and back to the safe courtyard.

As they say, an angelized man magically attacked and murdered (?) was apparently a phantom created by Julia.

"By the way... why did you deliberately imitate what you could find? No, I haven't found it..."

"Mm-hmm. How much do you have to say? You wanted to see the nature of your opponent, you wanted to analyze your fighting power, you confused your security and made it easier to escape..."

"But it's a 'say', isn't it?

"... watching the reaction... isn't that fun?

"It's a bad hobby, seniors... I don't disagree..."

"Well, that's fine. I didn't hurt anyone..."

And, as I say, two people smile at each other bitterly.

Such were the empty spaces in front of the courtyard, filled by the Orija government to stop the carriages of the knights of Mid-Eden.

In other words, they have come to pass the information they have seen and heard this time to Atlas, which is in a position to preside over the knights.

Weakest in a row (?) It is about the life of the knights, so it can be taken for granted.

As the two walked between the knights returning from town...... after a while they seemed to have found the Atlas of purpose.

He was just there...

"........................................................."

Looks like he was sitting in a simple chair in a glocky state for a long time.

"What's wrong with you?

"Sounds disgusting enough, doesn't it?

Julia and Sylvia ask worryingly because they didn't know why he was down.

Atlas then replied to the two inquiries as he rubbed his upper abdomen, which he could clearly tell was swollen, with a sluggish look on his face.

"Ki, disgusting..."

"" Disgusting?

As Julia and Sylvia repeated the words of Atlas like a parrot return… he turned his gaze to the simplified machine that was nearby.

Then there...

"" "………" "

Stick to the desk, the swordsmen men and the Sirius sisters...

So everyone seemed to be attacked by abdominal pain or something, just like Atlas was groaning.

It should be noted that there was also the figure of a brave man in a maid and of McNeil, the Knight Commander of the Kingdom of Orija, who seems to be stuck around for a different reason.

Seeing the large jock emptied at hand between the two was piled with mountains, perhaps they, too drunk, got drunk.

Seeing those fellows, Sylvia asked Atlas.

"Could it be dinner, waltz-sama's fee r y...... eh, wasn't it delicious? Or no way...... is it poison?!

"No, it's not poison. And it was delicious. But... you said you didn't have half the amount... Ugh. It gets a lot longer when I start this story...... now I feel sick...... please don't explain it to me...... ugh......"

and Atlas returns a response to the Wakeari mood with a bright blue look on her face.

It should be noted that in the context of their state of affairs, there were reasons so complex that it would be difficult to explain......

Simply because the leftover dragon who was in charge of the leftovers didn't come to the desk where Atlas was eating, only a few Atlas people had to process the meal for 50 people that was on that desk.

It should be noted that Fei Long, who should have eaten more food in bulk than anyone else there...

".................. zzz"

As he remained a person, with a satisfied look on his face, he wore a blanket and slept round the grass.

The stomach in her body, which ignores such a law of mass preservation, is probably connected to different spaces.

Well, aside from that.

"I had trouble with that...... I've been purchasing new information..."

"Man, are you serious... Hey now one drink at a time...... uhp"

"Really...... What do you want me to do? Junior."

"I don't have a choice, and I guess I'll have to report it to Master Waltz or Master Cortex?

"If you go in due course, you will, won't you? But..."

Julia turns her attention to her surroundings by saying.

In their sight like that, neither Waltz's figure, nor the macrophages that Cortex is manipulating, seemed to be able to report what they had seen and heard.

Alternatively, there was a way to use the radio to report… given the content of the actions that the Waltz and Cortex would be taking right now, as Director of Intelligence, Julia, it seemed inadvertently unspoken.

However, Atlas, who was there, did not appear to be in such a state of imminent death that he could not listen to him… He held his mouth down but urged the two who were there to report it.

"Up...... so, I'm fine. If it's enough to listen, what do you mean... ugh..."

"You don't look all right at all, do you?

"Kee, don't worry..."

"Really............... ok"

Julia, prompted by Atlas, while caring for his body, seems to have decided to make a report.

Well... Exactly, until the content of the report, I didn't seem to care.

"Tomorrow morning, 10,000 angels appear to come and ravage us"

"To? Ugh... * * * * * (self-regulation)"

"" Uh... "

Atlas reverses all sorts of things, either because I heard things that make my stomach ache, or because I crossed the limits.

Note that descriptions of what has been reversed will be omitted.

"Look... I knew you weren't okay..."

and Julia cleaning with phantom magic while rubbing Atlas's back, giving her a frightened look.

Sylvia seems to have started wiping Atlas's mouth when she took out the handkerchief.

Atlas then began to say words of apology to the two of them with a look of sorry.

"Sorry...... Really, I regret not eating too much...... But... it's my job to listen and judge. I just want you to know..."

"Yeah, I know. And don't worry, I'm used to this kind of aftermath."

"It helps you to say that... Is the report... is that it?

"Uh... Oh, speaking of which, did you hear that Eccleria might attack this country?

"Ugh! … * * * * * (self-regulation)"

"" Uh... "

And repeat the reverse Atlas......

Apparently, every time he hears Julia's report from now on, he has to continue to reverse it.