Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

In a town not so far from where Teresa and the others were.

Right there.

"Itchy......" Porripo

"Master Eve? Master Eve said before that just because you scratch it makes you itch, right?

"Isn't that right? Catalina also said that too much scratching can cause inflammation, make your skin sensitive and itch excessively."

There were three Eves, who exchanged such exchanges.

"Eve... maybe you know that well, don't you? So maybe I'm trying to put up with scratching as much as I can..." puffy

"... Are you totally itchy?

"... yeah" pourring

And Eve scratches a puffy little swelling on the back of her hand, intolerably.

Apparently, the event was traces of a bug bite that had just been stabbed...

He seemed to be annoying about her, along with the bug bite marks on his previously stabbed arm.

In response to her like that, Julia said this with a bitter smile.

"If you go a little further, you'll get to your destination, so bear with me until then. Perhaps there are medicines…"

"... where the hell could you be headed? Just now, don't tell me..."

"... don't tell me"

With that said, Julia will be off the road again.

Then.

Not too itchy (?) Eve, with a subtle look on her face, said these words of confirmation, thinking about Yulia's position.

"Maybe, but maybe it's not the novice torture of taking your hands around about itchy Eve and letting her create a new worm bite, is it?

"... I see. That might be a good way to torture..."

"So maybe I just wanted you to deny it..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

And it was when Eve raised an odd voice, like a bitten bug that had been chewed up.

"We're here, aren't we? This is the destination."

Looks like Julia, who was leading the way, stopped in front of a certain store.

Seeing how it went, Rosemary inquired.

"... are you a florist?

"Yes. It's also nothing to stand talkin 'about here, so let's go inside. Besides... here you get stung by bugs, don't you?

"Also, Eve no more... maybe not... right..." pompous

and eve scratching both arms with a look that is dying now.

Her blood type like that must be type O......

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"" "I'm sorry. Are you kidding me?

Three Julians walked inside the store, hand retreating the draped warm curtains.

The moment I walked in there, the sweet fragrance characteristic of the flowers and the lines of wormwork and the scent of thoughts tickled their nostrils.

It's just...

For some reason, there seemed to be no flowers there.

And at the same time, there was no sign of the clerk.

Eve realizes it opens her mouth with her neck tilted.

"Here, really... maybe a florist?

The smell is so bad, I can't see him...

Eve seems to have given such a florist a surprising look.

Julia tries to respond to that word...

But somehow, her expression seemed happy.

"Ho ho? Eve knows this isn't your florist, right?

"Eh... 'Cause here, flowers, I may not have left... According to Julia's reaction... this is not the florist, but the skin of the florist... it could be the safe house of the people in the information bureau?

"Your answer. However, I'm not a member of Mid-Eden Intelligence, but an acquaintance of Boreas Intelligence...... I (...) live there (...). And... for once, I'm not wearing the skin of a florist, I'm really supposed to be a florist..."

And, with that said, Julia turns her gaze toward her surroundings.

As mentioned above, although there were no flowers, a vase made of glass was displayed….

As long as there were flowers, they were indisputable and the florist itself.

To deduce from the point where the smell remained, perhaps until a few days ago, there was also a large array of flowers there.

Look inside the florist who was giving me such a sad vibe.

"But you're in trouble...... Without flowers... I was going to make a pill for worm bites, but I can't seem to make it..."

and Julia, who unfortunately speaks.

Then Eve responds to the word and raises her voice.

"Eh... bug bite pills... maybe not?!/(adj-na, n) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

"Yep... The juice that crushed and squeezed the leaves and stems of a certain plant works well for insect bites...... there's nothing you can do about it if you don't keep it here, is there?...... yeah. Instead, crush the leaves growing on the side of the road there and put them on?

"Eh... that's how it works..."

"No, it works, doesn't it? Would you like to try it?

"Marie does it a lot, doesn't she?

"Honestly..."

I thought it was something that Julia was saying the right thing, and Rosemary also admitted it, and realized that it was true...

Eve seriously worried about whether to put up with the juice of the grass growing on the side of the road and put up with it.

Then I glanced at a plant like the dokudami she was seeing from the gap between the warm curtains and tried to pick it up - that's when.

"... I can't believe I haven't had two kids in a long time... Isn't that a little too much fun? Margaret."

From behind the counter, a woman of about Yulia's age appeared, one (...) sees (...) su (...) and (...) looks like a demon tribe.

Julia responds to her like that, with Zito's eyes on her.

"That's not true...... Dahlia. How can I be the mother of two children when I'm your age..."

"... Age fraud?

"Colo......! Ha..." Slow down.

And, although I almost said something, did you realize that the two girls were on the spot, interrupting the words along the way, and sighing loudly, Julia.

You guessed the weight of what she carries like that......

When a woman called Dahlia stops stroking Julia's emotions more than that.

Towards the three of them, with a gentle grin, he uttered his greeting.

"Hello? Ladies. I say Dahlia, the owner of this florist. This is Margaret's cousin, Sacubas. Nice to meet you, huh?"

That's what I said, Dahlia spreading Sacubas-specific black wings that I had hidden in my clothes.

Apparently, nothing was the only reason Julia came here this time because of the work of the Intelligence Agency.