Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"I'm really curious about that practitioner... What do you think, Catalina?"

It's my third day in the town of Rice. Previously, Waltz, who had been guided through the town, the world tree, and the royal castle, but had not yet met Vega the Demon King, seemed to be leaning his neck, thinking of the ”amazing practitioner” who was treating Vega. Vega, whom I met six months ago, was a healthy body itself, so she couldn't seem to figure out why the practitioner couldn't treat Vega.

In contrast, Catalina, who was directed to the question by her, replied this way, giving her a snack cookie to the shvar she had put on the chair in the guest room.

"Mr. Waltz thought Alborosa had a hostile opinion... you're unexpectedly worried about Mr. Vega, aren't you?

"It's not like I'm hostile or worried, but... you care about something, don't you? For example? Vega said, 'Evil Spirit Dispersal ~' or something, and the flag (?) If they're just treating you to shake, don't you feel any pity?

"... bent over, I'm a magician with the Demon King, so I don't think so..."

Even so, Catalina, who looked completely undeniable. Initially, when he began examining citizens in the King's Capital of Mid-Eden, he seemed unable to affirm that Vega's "practitioner”, whom he had yet to see, was a decent figure, as there were more curses (...) practicing rituals that he did not quite understand than using restorative magic and medical knowledge (...) magicians.

It just seemed like there were some things you could guess.

"But I think you're an excellent guy, right? You were talking about saving the Four Kings from the abyss of death that Mr. Waltz exorcised, weren't you?

"Well...... Messier was the only one who confirmed that I totally murdered him, so you hadn't confirmed what it was like until the others... I mean, they didn't care enough to remember how you knocked him out..."

"Really...... Then maybe, Mr. Waltz, you were actually out of hand for him."

"... maybe you're the only one who can tell me that."

With that said, narrow your eyes and loosen your mouth waltz. In contrast, Catalina also seemed to have wrinkles on her eyeballs.

Later, Catalina seems to have begun to refresh herself by putting him on her lap when she wipes her handkerchief at Shubal's mouth after eating a snack. Along with that, she threw this question at Waltz, who was looking up at the world tree she was seeing outside the window.

"What do you want to do? Mr. Waltz, would you like to go to Mr. Vega's?

"Honestly, I'm just worried about what to do, okay? However, I only came here to tell you not to lay a hand on every Boreas dispute, so you don't mind if I don't see Vega directly at all...... But..."

"... you care, don't you?

"... well"

That's what I said, waltz looking back through the window and looking toward Catalina.

Understanding what that meant, Catalina rose out of her chair as she turned Schwartz into the usual place.

And I checked my belongings and thought about leaving the room - that's when it happened.

Con con con......

We heard them knocking on the door of the guest room where they were.

"Did you find out?! There should have been no hidden microphone or hidden camera..."

"No. I'm making sure it's not rigged every time I come in and out, including magic and magic props, so I guess it's not there, right?

"... So, coincidence?

"... probably"

Answer that and walk over to the door.

Gachari......

- And Catalina, who opens the door.

Then, standing there - it seemed to be exactly who they were talking about.

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And the perspective goes back to the liquor store.

"... done!

"Isn't it a boulder? Bear, don't you think your lord is improving?

Handily wrought iron beatrix, not comparable to when making glassware. Large parts are created by pouring iron into a "mould” created by junction magic…. And the small parts appear to have developed a junction magic on the surface of the hand to grasp hot iron directly and process it as if it were to create clay finishing.

That's not all. If it took some time to process, naturally the heat would be taken from the iron and solidified, but the beatrix seemed to use its own fire magic to reheat it and keep it constantly constantly soft, constant temperature. That point could be said to have been a step further than Catalina, where fire magic could not be used.

"Bear...... Catalina, aren't you better than your sister?

"Oh, that's not true, is it? ♪ Puffy ♪

"Lord Catalina can't use fire magic... In that regard, the Lord is better off. If you can also devise and use thunder magic, it won't be the eyes of Lord Catalina."

"Yes, no, you can't beat your master yet, can you? [incomprehensible]

"Awesome...... Bear! I don't think I can ever imitate it!

"Oh, no..."

That's the last word I'm gonna say.

".................." pussy

- And a beatrice that turns his face bright red and flakes. Apparently, she wasn't used to being complimented, and couldn't stand the three compliments she got to keep standing, overheating.

"... Okay, so let's get it running, shall we?

"What do we do about Bear?

"Well, you should let him sleep around. Anyway, it didn't just get too hot."

"That's right."

"Um... aren't you guys, like, cold?

"... Lord Randy. This is war. The concubines have to move forward in order not to waste someone's cut blood path...!

"... Theresa says, Mr. Randy really shouldn't take it, right? Maybe, Bear, I think my head just got hot, so I just need to let you sleep somewhere cool. I didn't fall ill, I didn't get hurt."

"Really...... Now, it's rude to let a boulder sleep directly on the ground, so I'll let you sleep on the edge there."

"Um, I'm supposed to wake up one of these days, so it would help if you let me sleep in front of you."

"Okay."

That's how I know, Randy carrying Beatrice to the edge of the ventilated shade.

Theresa, meanwhile, watched it sideways without resting her hands, put the material into the drying and distilling device. wood for drying, firewood for fuel, water for cooling, and -

"So you're gonna keep this in at last?

- The weed that was growing on the side of the road there, the Tottori herb. Apparently, she thought about deluding the scorching scent of wood vinegar liquid with the smell of herbs.

"Well... we're ready. Miss Lucia, I want this firewood on fire!... but smaller so that everything doesn't get ashy?

"Small... yeah... I wonder if I can..."

"... you just need to light the end of the firewood..."

With that said, Teresa is quite far from the drying and distillation equipment and observes Lucia's fire magic from afar.

And the moment Lucia used fire magic. Large drying and distillation units built into liquor stores have finally begun to operate.