Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The next morning.

Eve seemed to be facing one problem.

"This development... I might not have thought about it..."

She used to make breakfast as usual.

Regardless of the lack of hunters, Eve has always helped to make meals on previous journeys.

Today is just one of those days - it should have been.

... but at this moment she seemed to have been hit by an unprecedented critical situation when she was up earlier than anyone else and making breakfast by herself.

"(Duh, what can I do...)"

Eve waving a knife toward the meat of a big demon as she narrowed her shoulders even further in front of a low simplified desk adjusted to fit her height.

Why was she cooking in such a atrophied state?

The reason for this seemed to be in the surroundings where she was.

Gashu!

Gashu!

Gashu!

And, you make sure to envelop Eve and you hear it, something loud like a gas drain.

It is not the sound of the airflow that the wind flowing through the plains produces on the trees and other obstacles.

With the sound created by the air blowing out of two pairs of holes in a large rocky object with fierce momentum......

It was directed in all directions, against Eve, to concentrate.

... In short, she was surrounded by dragons literally waiting for breakfast while her neck was long.

As a result, Eve had narrowed her shoulders because of the pressure directed at the dragons...

Apart from that, there seems to have been trouble.

It should be noted that this was not due to the fear that the dragons might be able to eat them.

"(I may have the meat to use for breakfast itself... how am I supposed to cut it...)"

In other words, she was worried about her own powerless arms and how to amputate - with a short knife - a mass of meat from a great demon, the ingredient for breakfast that she would give to the grounddragons.

When this fails to dismantle, they skip meals, so...

As for Eve, even if he takes pride in being a cook (?), it definitely seemed like that was all I wanted to avoid.

"(If I had cut it a little bit, it might be lunch or dinner, not breakfast... I guess I'll have to call for help now...! Early in the morning, maybe he's asleep... but I might have to try!

Eve so determined in her heart with an indescribable look on the dragons surrounding herself without a gap.

Then she headed for the only open sky, warrior (?) shouted his name.

"Marie-chan!! Heelp!

At that moment...

Bassa, Bassa......

And I thought it sounded like a wing.

Stuff!

"Finally, do you want to make dragon steak?!

It seems that Rosemary, responding to Eve's words, flew in using the wings on its back, from the sky, which was still dark, and gained momentum.

At that time, she seemed to have a wholesale knife longer than her height, but it is unclear where she had procured it.

Well, in due course, at the Martial Arts store in the town of Zapato, hunted by a hunter - no, I guess he bought it.

Eve rushes to say the words of correction against her who was so full of jerking off.

"No, Marie? Maybe you won't eat about the dragons, huh? Instead, I might have wanted to make some rice for the dragons, but Eve might not have cut this meat..."

"Was it...... Dragon steak, don't you want to eat...... Marie, I'm so sorry......" shun

"Oh, I'm sorry...... (Marie, maybe you wanted to eat so much about the dragons? You might be a little scared...)"

For some reason, Eve always gets a gessy look at how Rosemary reacts when she sees herself restrained in baking dragon meat and remembers her best friend Fei Long.

Maybe someday, the day will come when the Fei Long will be eaten......

She seemed to think about it and haunt her head.

I just can't stop my hand forever......

Soon afterwards, Eve said to get her mind back on it.

I said this to Rosemary as I put my hand on the large chunk of meat that was in front of me.

"Bye, Marie. Can you cut this meat into 8 equal portions?

"8 equal parts......? How do you hang up?

"Hmm, maybe two times four. Why not?

When I heard Eve say those words...

"To, over..." puffy

Somehow, with a broken finger, Rosemary starts multiplying.

At that time, she was shaking in small pieces with a blue face because, after all, she couldn't multiply it...

Well, it's also a harsh story to have a 6-year-old ask for a multiplication.

"Uh hey, I mean... cut it once to the side, cut it three times vertically, it could be eight equal parts, right?

"Hmm... 3 to hang? You can only divide it into 3 parts, right?

"What... no, that could be 2 times 4 properly, right?

"But you only cut it once horizontally and three vertically, right? Where did the number 2 times 4 come from?

"Ugh... uh..." puffy

That said, Eve starts multiplying herself with a finger fold.

When they show the number of meat divisions they are trying to cut in the formula, they can be expressed in the formula (m +1) x (n +1)......

I can't seem to explain to Eve where the +1 came from at that time.

"And anyway, maybe cut it once horizontally and three vertically, right? If we keep this up, the dragons might be hungry and come gabbling!

"Well, that's troublesome. I get it! Then hang up, will you?

That's what I said.

Spa pan!!

And Rosemary, who cuts giant meat, bone-by-bone, or easily.

Because her arms, thinner than Eve's, don't look muscular no matter what...

Maybe he's magically gaining muscle strength.

Well, some people in the world, like Silanui, can do more than that looks, so there's no chance it's pure muscle strength, either.

And see how the cut meat is firmly divided into eight equal pieces.

"" Ooh... "

and two Eves who raise their exclamation.

Apparently to them, the meat cut into eight equal portions meant more than just meat.

"Right? I might have told you, right?

"But you only cut it once horizontally and three vertically, right?

"Maybe you are..."

Yes, the girls who talk to each other, tilt their necks, and hold their heads.

Then again, they cut a ton of meat to give breakfast to all the dragons...

Every time, I look at the chopped meat, the two of them were raising an exclamation or nothing......