Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

8.6-16 Town of Zapato 1

After breakfast.

Cut a minimal path through the woods to the nearby streets….

And then again, in the carriage, the waltzes started running for their next destination.

I don't know about them.

Dossin ', Dossin'...

and it seems that a large number of dragons from behind and beside were coming after us, while maintaining a certain distance….

The atmosphere is full of dragons, safari parks, etc.

Well, one way or another, it seemed to be the side to be made, not the side to be observed.

"... You've been thinking a lot lately. I know there's a word for ideal and reality, but how can this always happen... Always, things will flow in the direction of the day after tomorrow…"

"Sorry, Waltz...... Looks like we did too much..."

Those in the carriage who see the sight and come up with expressions of various colors.

Among them, the hunter who created the cause seemed to have a look of sincere regret.

If I hadn't gotten on track, cooked a ton of steaks, and behaved like that to the dragons, this wouldn't have happened.

Though.

It was hard to imagine that this would happen only with the dishes made by the hunters.

No way, it's just feeding, the dragons are coming after us so far, etc., it can't be...

In particular, there is no denying that the hunter's cooking was enough to roar the tongues of the dragons.

"Um, Mr. Hunter? Don't worry too much. Because feeding is the only cause, and I don't think this happened. I don't know... I think it was the best cause of all the strong dragons..."

and waltz sending words of followup to hunters looking depressed.

Then the hunter asked this to Waltz as he raised his face with a hazy look somewhere.

"Could it be Waltz... you knew this would happen from the beginning, and you told me to take down all the strong guys?

"What... no..."

"That's just great, Waltz! I mean, the dimensions of holding them out and letting them pull the carriage! I see!"

That said, a hunter with the opposite look from a few seconds ago, who reacts like he was impressed.

But there is not always the right waltz acting with such nobility in mind......

With that glittering gaze of the hunter, Waltz...

"(My mouth is the source of disaster, or boomerang... Everything you say since you came to this world, a little something, will bounce back later... Could it be that you're cursed?

Inside, it seemed I was thinking about that.

... needless to say, she is not cursed by something, she simply deserves it,.

Well, aside from that.

Such a line of waltzes was scheduled to celebrate a particularly big event today.

That said, it doesn't mean we're having a party in a carriage running down a mountain road.

By noon today, he was due to arrive in the mining city of Zapato.

For this reason, the waltzes were on the mountain path, all the way north...

About an hour from the camp point, something seems to have gotten into their sight.

"Hey, sister. That black smoke, what is it?

Some black smoke stretched straight vertically, occasionally hidden from the slices of trees.

Did you see that, Lucia asked her sister.

Waltz then looks at it, too, and mouths his own view.

"Uh, that smoke... It's a mining city, isn't it burning something? Cokes, coal..."

"Kokusu? Seitan?"

"... With that said Lucia, you always use magic to refine metal, so you didn't know about fuel..."

A waltz of how he couldn't hide his bitterness against Lucia, who usually knew nothing about Cokes or coal, even though he was refining large quantities of ore.

Then she began to brief her sister on the fuel called coal.

"Coal is the coal of a stone, and as you can see, it's a burning stone?

"A burning stone? The ones that look like magnesium or sodium?

"Hmm, that's a little different (saying I know that one before coal... how to educate, did I make a mistake?

"Hmm, no... You may not be able to imagine..."

And, to my sister's words, Lucia leaning her neck.

Then Eve, who was listening to that conversation, interrupted the conversation between the two of them.

"Amy, Lucia. Coal is the one where trees and plants have been able to write for years, compressed under the ground... and fossilized? If you go to the river, you might see it once in a while, right? Seashells in stone. Maybe we should just think about that plant version, huh?

"That's right...... But as far as Eve's concerned, it doesn't seem to burn at all... do you really burn?

"Uh hey... Eve may have only seen it once before, but it could have burned like charcoal, too, right?

"Hmm. Fossils, they only look like stones, but they burn..."

"No, a fossil that's completely stoned just won't burn. Coal's just special, isn't it?

and waltz to supplement, showing a frightening reaction.

Eve's explanation continued after that.

"So Cokes is probably the one who steamed the coal. The way it's made may be a lot like making charcoal."

"So, what's the good news?

"Hmm, maybe Eve can't say it's clear either. But one thing I can say for sure... unlike coal, cokes don't stink, maybe. When I burned the coal, it smelled like oil, close to what Teresa smelled like (...), but Cokes didn't smell that bad."

"Hmm?! ♪ Kun-kun ♪

"For example... if you burn a tree directly, it might smell like a sucker or smoke, but if you burn charcoal, it doesn't smell like much, and maybe less smoke, right? Maybe the same thing. Maybe the cokes don't contain a lot of impurities? But... maybe Eve doesn't even know what kind of use that is in town. Thinking about it, getting to town could be what I'm looking forward to!

…………

".................." kun

My colleagues turn to Eve with a convincing look, a surprise look, or an impressive look when they hear such an explanation of Eve.

It should be noted that Lucia, when she heard it, seemed to snort as she said 'sokah'.

In her case, since she has been refining from day to day, using fire magic, it may have been possible, by and large, to predict how the cokes are used during that process.

... and that is the time.

"Oops. I'm sorry to interrupt. We got a little trouble here, huh?

Waltz mumbled like that.

That seemed to have nothing to do with coal or cokes at all.

So, what the hell was she looking at, stinking?

... Sole seems to have been (...) about 500m ahead of the carriage

The next thing I noticed about Waltz was Loricon and Capella sitting on your stand.

"Wow! Do it!"

"Hey, stop it! Loricon!"

Exchange that kind of interaction with your partner to make the carriage stop rapidly, Loricon.

In conclusion - there was a tank there.

That too, I've seen so many times before, an Eclerian tank.

However, the tank seemed to have blown black smoke out of the gap and burned up.

The black smoke that Lucia and the others saw, it seems, was the source

As such, it is not a threat in itself.

Because the tank was already silent in the first place and there was no indication at all that it would move.

But still, Waltz's troublesome retreat, and the Loricons stopped the carriage, seems to have been for a different reason.

Waltz squeaks when he sees the (...) figure of that (...).

"No way... that's the Dwarf..."

Waltz pointed his narrowed gaze 500 meters away while he said so.

There stood a short sub, as told in fairytales and so forth... and there was no.

Height is the same as a common human being or rather as big as......

My whole body looks like a mass of muscles...

On top of that, I held a hammer bigger than my own height in that hand - a chemical.

Those people, about three of them, flocked in an unspeakable tank...

Dogowong!!

And, in a group, he was waving the hammer down.