Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"Before I do, I'll ask you one thing, good news... isn't that really good news?

"It depends on how you receive it ~"

"That's not necessarily a good one..."

"So, which one do you want ~?

"... well, in the news of the bad guys first"

and waltz making the choice to report somewhere tired.

Neither news, I don't really want to hear, that's exactly how it is.

The others seemed to be deafening to their stories like that

It can be argued that the ears of Lucia and the hunters in the sleeping bags were moving pimply at all costs.

Cortex, even if he notices how those fellows are doing, doesn't stop the words.

She opened her mouth about The Bad News as it was.

Apparently, she was going to let everyone hear the report.

"Ecleria has officially declared war ~"

…………

"Oh, yeah."

"That ~? Doesn't your sister surprise you ~?

"Sooner or later, you knew it would happen, and you knew it was more inevitable than having me in Mid-Eden..."

'Really? ~. By the way, it looks like they sold the fight to Merclio and Endercia too ~? Against the will of the gods, it seems to be positioned to give to the evil' demon gods', the outward-looking ones ~, etc. Oh, yeah, yeah. Do you ask what Eccleria has said to Mid-Eden and sold her fights ~?

"No, you don't have to tell me because I can predict clarity... But you know, words can be dirty... aren't they stupid? If you sell allowances and gradual fights, the countries around you will beat you up and you will just end up killing me. Or what? Are we confident in our own power? He said he could live in one country alone, without having to rely on other countries. Do they even photosynthesize?

"Come on? But if you don't think so, it's a declaration of war you can't explain ~ '

"By the way, even that top rumor Al O (Pee) Le, have you said anything?

'That's what I don't have ~. Are you up to something, or was the information itself, gasse ~...'

"What? Now that Al O 'er is not the head of Eccleria?

"I don't actually see and confirm with my eyes, it's a report via the officials of the Intelligence Agency, so what a hard place to say ~ '

"Hmmm... whether that information is correct or not, it's a headache problem in any case..."

And, with a sigh, with the palm of your right hand, waltz to suppress your temples.

Then she asked Cortex a question, staying in that state.

"So, what's the other report? I don't want to hear any more, if possible, bad reports?

"No, it's never a bad report ~?

When Cortex speaks like that, he looks happy somewhere and speaks like this.

"Actually, there was a lot going on in the Wang capital while your sister was out in Boreas."

"... I don't want to hear it anymore, okay?

"So it's not such a bad story ~? So, there were two big changes ~ '

"Report, you're getting one more..."

'First of all ~... I used to have a concubine on board and it was a plane that burned when I landed ~, but the Blades worked hard to rebuild it ~. Except for the engine, though ~. Right? Concubine ~?

"zzz............ hmm?! Engine?! Is it a composite cycle engine?!.................. zzz"

"This is probably a bad one... If Teresa built the engine now, even if it was a reciprocal engine, she'd probably make a W32 cylinder with a variable valve timing mechanism, an octet turbo engine or something..."

"Well, that's where we need to talk to you."

"So, what's the end of it?

and waltz to Cortex, who would be on the other side of the macrophage with a surprising gaze.

Then Cortex looked casual and said this.

'No, not a big report, but in collaboration with your tempo sister, we have developed a basic frame for mobile armor ~'

"............ what?

"That's it." Butung.

"No, wait a minute!

But a conversation with Cortex that will hang up as it is.

Apparently, things are changing dramatically in the Wang capital while the Waltz are away.

"(What? You're going to build a basic frame for manoeuvre armor, even mass production? I mean, if you got a declaration of war, do you no longer have to fucking move? That was such a terrible, indigestive report...)"

Waltz thought about that in his head, using a gravity control system and crowding his own sleeping bag (?) Pull it out of the...

And when he took out Theresa, who was getting in there at some point, and drove her to the other side of the tent, he spread his sleeping bag on the spot and showed the bare gesture of getting into it.

From then on, she seems to have interrupted her own restoration work and begun to haunt her mind about what is to come.

At the same time, the population density around me has increased again….

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The next day, as never before, a line of waltz carriages proceeding over the snowfields.

But Waltz's expression in it, like the surrounding weather, was pretty poor.

…………

When she heard last night's report, she was supposed to be most anxious to create the most painful atmosphere in this carriage right now.

The hunter, the chief commander (nominally) of Mid-Eden's army, who was next to her like that, didn't seem so thoughtful.

In her case, she had detailed radio talks with officials in Atlas and Mid-Eden, and besides, if she wanted to go home, she had nothing to worry about, as she could always go home with Lucia or Cortex's transfer magic.

As a result, she inquired with a bitter smile at Waltz, who seemed to think more about Mid-Eden than she did.

"What's going on? Waltz. You care so much about yesterday?

"I'm lying if I say I don't care...... but I think Cortex and Atlas will do something about it appropriately over there, and Merclio has Strella, so I don't think he has anything to worry about. It's not about Mid-Eden that I care... it's about us here now..."

"About us?

"Yep. Until now, I was going to say something and sneak around. Wherever possible, even if it stands out a little by using only technology common to this world, I guess we should cover up the truth, to the extent..."

"Right...... Compared to normal, you've traveled at much slower speeds..."

"But I don't think you need that anymore, either... I don't know why the other side has declared war, but I feel like the group of tanks that were coming to take back the town of Aruba weren't what they obviously assumed to be interpersonal combat. Well, it's just a guess..."

"I mean... you said you were trying to fight energy against them?

"Maybe. Well, I don't think it's energy or potential that can be managed with that degree of force."

That's what I said, waltz to gaze at the carriage that follows me from behind.

There's a whole bunch of black carriages in there...

Even today, Potentia seems to be using extra micromachines to carry the people of the town without anything while boarding the carriages of the wise and the brave.

In short, all the missing carriages, except Waltz's carriage, which leads the way, and the carriages of the brave men, and some of the other carriages, were shaped by the potential micromachines.

If you change your appearance, you can become an energy-class air battleship at any time.

"Then what do you want Waltz to do?

"Right...... On the boulder, I don't think you need to give all these bills over here, but for a little while, maybe I can show you the bills (and there's Lucia's Inari sushi depletion problem...)"

When I said that and got up in the carriage, Waltz walked to the rear, not looking like he cared at all about the waving of the carriage.

And to the view of the forest from there, she narrowed her eyes...

"... Do you want to!

When he said so as if he had decided something, he ordered the two men sitting on the podium to stop the carriage.