Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"... No, really, I wanted to show you Clark's expression back then..."

'Well? What if your sister... prefers to be older?

"How do we get to that idea..."

After everyone has calmed down, Waltz and Tempo use the wireless communication system in their body to have a conversation while pretending to sleep in bed.

On top of such a wave of communications, besides them,

'Ha... my stomach hurts...'

Atlas that looks sick or

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

Sleeping (?) There was also Theresa...... the four seemed to be having a late night homunculus meeting, which is held irregularly.

In the meantime, Waltz, who remembered that there was no one who was supposed to have to be here, roughly cut out like this.

'By the way... Cortex, does anyone know where that girl went?

Tempo then responds to that question.

"That macrophage disappeared somewhere as soon as we arrived at the castle, hiding in the shadows, right? That was an agility that I don't think Namekuji was. Next time, try it, hang the salt. '

I don't think that makes any sense, do you?

'Totally... your sister, you don't have a dream, do you? If you don't shrink by hanging salt, why don't you think positively about creating a shrinking' magic salt '?

'No, because I can't use magic... I mean, is that, like, positive?

'You really have no dreams, no romance...'

and every other word today (?) to tempo mouth shooting waltz.

Then this time, Atlas, who was creating some disgusting atmosphere, started talking as if he remembered something.

Though I didn't seem to intend to intervene in an exchange full of waltz and tempo thorns.

'Up...... You said you had something to do at the Cortex, the Royal Castle? And in the meantime, I want you to be alone as much as you can.'

"Hmm. I wonder where and what you're doing? That girl...... '

and waltz leaning his neck in bed thinking about Cortex, who tried to fly the radio once, but didn't respond, before starting the homunculus conference.

Nevertheless, that's also about a short time.

Recalling the purpose for which she held this meeting today, she cut the Cortex story up early and began to talk about the subject.

Cortex will be back. Rather than that, the problem is... you're talking about the angels coming here in a few hours, and Ecleria might attack you. '

Then I heard the words,

'After all, Julia's report wasn't a mistake...' sneaky

and an atlas that rings on disgust to create an atmosphere of heartfelt tiredness;

'... now this is the first time I've heard of you?' Gogo, gogo, gogo.

Half the time, the tempo seeps through signs of near intent to kill.

For those two, Waltz said,

"It was hours ago when I found out, and I didn't delay my report, did I?

And said the words of excuse.

Did that work, Tempo seriously on the topic of angels when he temporarily interrupted his mouth shot at Waltz (?) Initiate a response.

"Well, let's just say we call our kids and Energia."

'My kid... I think maybe he's talking about the potential, but that kid, he's not your kid... Well, that's good, but this time, you wonder if I'm gonna call you two...'

"You think the people of Olija will be confused?

'I have that too... I don't really want to show them my hand tags. Especially against the Ecclerians?

After I said that, I sighed small waltz.

Then, now Atlas threw a question that could be taken for granted.

"Why? Why? Personally, I'm in favor of calling those two ships because I don't want my men to die in vain... '

"No? I've been to Ecleria to help Eve, who was kidnapped before, and that's when you saw strangely modernized facilities and tanks... Besides, there was a Merclio submarine sinking in Merclio's lake... no, it sank... '

"'What?

"Is that it? Didn't I tell you?

…………

I didn't say...

Tempo and Atlas, silently, to contain such an atmosphere.

By the way, against Cortex and Strella, it has been reported.

'Well, that's why we can't show our hands any worse than we don't know the technical skills on the other side.... I don't think it's a problem for you to move around in the shadows?

"... your sister? I'd like to exude the frustration and mucus in this chest... at this point, why don't you try it, become a sandbag?

'I agree...... I mean, sister. So, what do we do tomorrow? It's not going to be a fight to get our men and the angels to fight... so I think someone has to deal with the angels instead?

"Ah, so the angels are coming to the right place. It's good to have a good sandbag, both of you."

"'.................. ha'"

Hearing Waltz's words, Tempo and Atlas seem to have inadvertently exhaled a deep sigh.

Nevertheless, neither of us seemed to disagree with Waltz's proposal.

"... I've had a painful eye before. Maybe it's not a bad idea to do that."

'... you have no choice. Let's decide to take one skin off here to protect our dear companions. The lack of manoeuvre armor hurts, but, well, about 10,000 people, it won't be a big deal.'

'Yes... good luck with that, huh? You're just backing up?

"You fight too, sister!

'... Next time, I'll mix the poison in your sister's meal. I'll definitely do it, won't I?

'Are you kidding me? Joke......'

Waltz speaks instantly of the word joke against a word that flew from two people.

Well, even if that word wasn't a joke, I don't know why, Waltz always fights in the lead, so this time again, he won't run away, he'll put himself on the battlefield.

… by the way, is

"... if you say so. Teresa, you're awake, right?

You remembered Teresa, who hadn't participated in the conversation so far, Waltz put such an inquiry on the radio.

Teresa was a non-combatant, so she didn't have to participate in the conversation... but if she wasn't willing to connect, she shouldn't be able to communicate, so Waltz seemed to wonder how she was able to participate in the communication when she was supposed to be asleep.

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

'No way... are you dead?

"Well, aren't you alive?

"You're awake..."

Didn't you hear what I said? Well, in terms of content, there didn't seem to be much that concubines could do, so I listened and did something else. "

"Something else?

'Pfft... isn't that a secret?

"I knew you... you've been cortexing lately..."

and waltz mouthing a grunt like a mixture of fright and fatigue that Teresa's words and actions seemed to wear with her sister's figure.

However, no further than that, she will not pursue about Theresa's behavior...

The Homunculus meeting that night was dissolved there.