Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"... waltz. That flame...... don't you think it's just the right firepower?

"No matter what you think, you're on the verge of a fire."

That's right, Waltz starts turning the crank that leads to the blower that was on the spot again with the boom.

As a result, black smoke flowed through the windows of the duct that was there, with fierce momentum, and the smoke that was leaking outside from the side of the ox subsided in sight.

"That was critical. One more minute... No, if it was 30 seconds late, it would have been on fire, wouldn't it? I'm sure."

"... sorry"

"I'm sorry..."

"…………" …

"You're not actually on fire, and you're doing something that's not surprising in a fire, so you don't have to apologize, do you? And what the hell is Schwartz apologizing for?

Waltz tilting his neck when he saw Schwartz, who was defeating his head and thoughts and tentacles, in keeping with the swordsmen's apologies. Apparently, Schwartz wasn't apologizing for anything, he was simply imitating those around him.

The swordsman seems to have decided to disperse the scene after such a gentle glance at Schwartz.

"Well, we'll go back to managing the fire again. Firepower as strong as it is now, okay?

"Hey...... If the ceiling doesn't burn, we can make it stronger, right?

"Oh, okay."

"And don't get sucked in again, be careful, okay?

"Uh... yeah... pay attention..." Slick

'I will never let you go!' Gyu

"Me and mk1 are watching, and it looks like mk2 himself is reflecting, so he won't be sucked in anymore. So, you want to go?

"Yeah!

The swordsmen and the energies go back inside the device where the "" is.

Waltz kept turning the crank, even as he dropped them off like that, checking on the fans going around inside.

Then, unexpectedly, Schwartz's arm held Schwartz--

"............"?

—— and tentacles toward the crank.

"Hmm? What's going on? Cheval. Could... you want to turn this around?

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

"Yes, you can turn it around, can't you?

That's what Waltz said, and when he let go of his hand from the crank, he let Schwartz grab it.

As a result, Schwartz tries to turn the crank--

"............" to, to?!

—— His arm, just a pull and a tremor, never showed any sign that the crank would turn. Apparently, the crank was heavier than it looked.

Waltz smiled bitterly when he saw it, putting his hand on the crank that Schwartz's tentacles were grabbing --

"Well, I think it's hard being on your own, so let's turn it around together, shall we?

—— That's what I said, I put my strength into the crank.

Gogogogogogogogo......

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

"Turned, what? But you can't push it too hard, can you? 'Cause if you get hurt, you're in trouble."

"………"

"Do you really understand? Your tentacles, quickly, are tangled in the crank..."

Waltz stops the crank again after seeing how Schwartz's tentacles, which were grabbing the crank, were tangled up to wrap the yarn around it. That didn't seem to hurt Schwartz's tentacles.

"I knew it was dangerous, so I'm gonna turn this around, right?

—— If I kept going like this, I wouldn't have gotten hurt anytime... Waltz seems to have stopped Schwartz from holding the crank.

As a result, Schwartz ——

"…………" …

—— and lean down somewhere unwell (?) Shit. Though it's good that I came here with Waltz, it doesn't help her, I'm thoughtless, and so on.

Look at that, Waltz haunts his head.

"(Hey... I wonder if there's anything Schwartz can do...)"

It's dangerous to let them have cranks. Insecticides already installed. Take me to the swordsmen. I can't go anymore......

Waltz thinks about what Schwartz can do in a short time... And a few seconds later, I think I found just the right job.

"Oh, yeah, Cheval"

"............"?

"You... song, can you?

And, abruptly, waltz to say that. Apparently, she decided not to let Schwartz do any dangerous work, but to entrust her with a safe job.

That is —— it is the singing of a working BGM.

"…………" …

"What? You say you sing and you're not sure what kind of stuff it is? Catalina's not singing?

"………"

"Yes...... You don't sing much, do you? Catalina. So... I'll tell you what, try to imitate it?

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

Listen to your own words and happily neck (?) narrow your eyes to what Schwartz looks like swinging left and right then...... Waltz started singing in front of him.

—— an old nursery rhyme passed down to the modern world.