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A loud sound echoes between the royal castle and the world tree. It was the sound of five waltzes making something. The ingredients are wood, by the way, but they have been cut out by the waltz from the woods surrounding the town (?) with……. Decline beforehand that it is not something that has been processed by cutting out some of the roots and trunks of the world tree.

The things they were making were as big as the nobleman's mansion, or as a substitute for what might be described as a smoking machine. Burn a tree inside, collect that smoke, something like a duct (?) into the world tree.

The waltzes used it to produce gases with little oxygen and seemed to intend to send the insecticides vaporized with it into the world trees to rid the bugs.

In the meantime, the swordsman had cut a piece of wood so that the device could be assembled without a nail in order to make the device... The question came to mind, and he asked Waltz this question.

"Hey, Waltz. Me, I thought... you just send in smoke, you don't need insecticides, do you? That's all, I feel like the bugs inside are coming out, chased by smoke..."

and a swordsman who speaks so, watching as the bugs still intermittently emerge from the trees of the world are crushed by the tentacles his armor (energy mk2) rolls out. He may have seen the sight of smoke being used in bee extermination, etc.

Waltz, in contrast, replied without stopping his hand while receiving and processing the mountain-like marutai that had been felled in the woods from Schwartz.

"But then, the bugs just run away, don't they die? Just imagine.... the sight of massive bugs coming out of the world trees and swallowing the town. That's too bad, don't you think?

"Well..."

"But if the smoke contains insecticides, I think most of them will die before they come out of the world tree. Of course, I'm sure some of the bugs come out alive... but it feels like Teresa and the others are going to do something with the wood vinegar solution, right?

"I don't know if that's gonna work... well, I have to believe it..."

That said, a swordsman who hammers black fleas (energy mk2) and resumes woodworking.

Then now Waltz seems to have had more of a thought for the swordsman's words, and she returned this question.

"Speaking of which, swordsman"

"Yeah? What?

"You... aren't you used to it lately?

"What..."

"For example... my name, I used to say" Lord Waltz, "and now I'm calling it off... and like brave men and wise men, I'm not so close..."

"Right...... Because you don't really care about the details... If you don't like it, do you want me to name you" lord ”?

"No, it's nothing good... Oh, maybe you are, aren't you?

"Huh? Yes, no... not that..."

and a swordsman who speaks the word of denial, anticipating the next word that would fly from the waltz. I don't know what he was thinking like that...... He seemed to be blushing, panicking for some reason.

But......

The words Waltz actually uttered seemed very different from the swordsman's expectations.

"... the one who can afford to carry it?

"What? Carrying?

"Look, you're here, right? Two there......"

"... did you call me?

"... right?

"Hey... no, the energies, they may indeed be family... well, are they the subject of support... With that in mind, when you say carry, do you carry...?

"... for once, I'll tell you, it's a joke now, right?

"Right...... I, at some point, became the big black pillar of the family..."

The swordsman said so, exhaling deeply, he began to look up beyond the distant sky. have their own house, where two sisters (?) As for him, who is determined to live with, Waltz's words did not seem to sound like a joke.

"So we have to work hard?

Yeah, I'll do my best!

'Course I am, too, aren't I? Uh... in many ways?

"Er... me too!

"(If you just listen to that story, it just sounds pathetic... you guys are taking it very seriously...)"

Waltz seemed to have a lot to say about the swordsmen who looked motivated, but she never actually put it in her mouth...

Looks like Waltz, along with Schwartz, who was in his arms, decided to concentrate again on the production of large quantities of wood.