Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

In the morning the sun showed its face, and lit the town of Rice brightly.

It is a sight that should have been repeated every day for hundreds of millions of years, and the day itself seemed no different. However, if you say it only in the last tens of millions of years, it seems that the sight never existed before was spreading there.

And when they saw him, the men of the city were hardened. Everyone was rubbing their own eyes all together, not just because they wanted to sleep.

If there were those who were there, who had not shown a bare gesture that doubted their own eyes —— surely it was not the people of Alborosa, and yet, about those who knew the circumstances.

Of those who showed such exceptional behavior, three sat on the roof of the castle, which was illuminated by the morning burn.

"Something tells me... it hurts..."

"How can you get a crack like that..."

".................. zzz" Kokurikokuri......

Black furry (?) and a threesome of fox daughters characterised by red furrows, and yellow furrows - Waltz, Catalina and Lucia. It should be noted that Waltz's beast ears and tails are a holographic disguise.

"How do I get a crack in the side? I knew it... wasn't because they pulled it up and down? The wind stirred me up, and because of the force applied to the trunk, the limits came to the weaker part,"

"... if you pull the folded paper as much as you want, it feels the same as cutting a thousand clean pieces, right?

"Maybe. I haven't seen the moment the crack came in either... well, you know what Catalina's trying to say?

After saying so, Waltz said this sentiment as he looked up at the world tree with the painful crack.

"... it's like being slashed," you want to say, right?

The trunk of the world tree contained a straight crack, spanning several kilometers, as if it had been slashed by a horizontal letter. From a distance it seemed as if it had been slashed with something like a giant blade. To Catalina, that didn't seem like a natural phenomenon.

Though I didn't seem convinced by the phenomenon.

"Yep... But if you wield a blade big enough to make such a scratch, I suppose there could be a wind cut sound or a corresponding phenomenon, but there were no reports that you witnessed such a big blade... Maybe it's a coincidence."

"If it was Rosemary, I'd probably do it... but sure, it'd be hard to leave a big scar that far..."

"If you get a little older and work hard... you're going to be able to do it, right?

"Right. Uh, yeah, yeah. Speaking of which, I walked into that crack last night and explored the world tree."

"Were you?

"No? While Catalina and I were working on growing plants, we were investigating some cracks, and then we went. What, Cortex says we go together? So... it was hollow inside, and for some reason the forest was spreading... and the surface of the crack that passed didn't feel like it was slashed by something, it felt like it was ripped off, right? I saw it nearby and it was decomposing...... The hunter I went with seemed to have had a really hard time getting around in the first place."

"What... but Mr. Hunter, you're not here, are you? Could it have been before I knew it?

"Yeah. Cortex lent one of the macrophages to the hunter and remotely manipulated it from Mid-Eden, so he's not here, is he? Maybe by now, you're watching the knights practice in the morning or hunting? I can't deny the possibility that you're sleeping, can you?

That said, last night —— rather than waltz remembering a hunter who was exploring the world trees together until near the early morning, via macrophages.

At that time, Waltz seemed worried about the hunter, who had only two hours of sleep... It is unclear today whether the hunter really went out hunting or morning practice with only two hours of sleep.

"If you use" macrophages, "you can do such a handy thing..."

"... Hey Catalina? Maybe you're mistaken... because you're not a real macrophage, are you?

"Yeah, I understand it right. I just... I just thought. I said," Macrophage, let's make it. "

"Uh... well, good luck? (That... I only have a bad feeling about that...)"

With that said, Waltz, smiling bitterly, supports Lucia, who was nagging and shaking next door, with a gravity control system to keep her from falling off the roof.

Then she cut to the chase with Catalina.

"So, what do you say? If you're ready..."

"The stock solution is made of about 50L. What about thinning and spraying?

"You made a mess...... Well, so is Lucia, but you'll be tired too, so I'll do the rest for you? So, where's that stock solution?

”stock solution" made by Catalina. It is the flower shop Dahlia (?) Neurotoxicity dedicated to the insects, extracted from plants grown and grown from seeds received from - a so-called insecticide stock solution.

Waltz seemed to think that the insecticide stock made by Catalina was stored in something like a container...... Behind her expectations, it does not appear to have been.

So, where the hell is it ——

"... Cheval?

".................."!

—— and, in response to Catalina's call, seemed to have kept it in Schwartz's body, a black shadowy object that came out of her white coat.