Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Meanwhile, in those days.

Teresa and the others at the workshop at Randy's liquor store seemed to be taking a break after completing the exorcism of a large number of bugs who appeared to be chased by smoke.

"Ha... it's over..."

"Good day, Master Teresa."

"I don't want to see a bug for a while..."

"Something tells me it's a cliché... I totally agree"

With a mouthful of that, Teresa and Julia turned a distant gaze across the blue sky that was spreading outside the workplace. At that time, it seemed like something like a big black dragon crossed across the sky they were looking at, wrapped around something like a black particle...... They seem to have decided not to look at the figure.

Because of that.

Teresa changed the subject and started talking.

"Speaking of which, it looks like Lord Randy went out somewhere in a terrible hurry earlier... What if Lord Randy, the sleeper?

"Come on, what do you think? But... if you slept in, isn't Mr. Randy's place of work this house? Look, she's a liquor store..."

"Hmm...... So, are you sleepwalking or something? Like Miss Eve."

And when Teresa says so in half a joke......

You understood what that meant, and from the edge that was in the workplace, a voice like this flew in.

"Maybe you don't want me to tell you something or something appropriate anymore? Dear Teresa."

It was Eve who was getting a late breakfast from Dahlia there after she woke up.

"Hmm...... Then can the Lord affirm that there has never been a place where you slept and where you woke up, such as something different?

"Around that..."

That's what I say, and then somehow I shut up, Eve. Apparently there was a verse in her memory that came to mind.

Having seen how it went, Teresa seems to have decided, however, to stop pursuing that story any further. He thought about if Eve was really sleepwalking, and he's starting to get distracted.

Results ——

"Well, are you kidding me? Shouldn't you care too deeply?

—— and Teresa tries to pull the curtain...

"Could it be Eve... sleepwalking... That's true today, and that's true yesterday... I mean, all these days, I woke up with a futon I was supposed to have slept in. You probably don't remember..."

"(No way, Miss Eve...... really isn't sleepwalking, is it?

Apparently, Teresa's jokes have gone beyond her intentions to be merely jokes.

Then, you perceived the air, and as Julia shook her head, she uttered a word of help.

"Eve is never, ever sleepwalking, is she? I guarantee it."

"But... then how could Eve wake up where it's not always her own futon?

"That's... that..."

…………

"Eve... I have a very sleeping minister..." Boo.

"... you might wonder if that's..."

and Eve who listens to Julia and gives her a different look than the last one and speaks like she's tired. It should be noted that, in a brief analogy to how terrible her sleeping minister is - if I let her sleep on the upper level of the bunk bed, would you be able to tell when it comes to the level of being sure to wake up on the floor every day? For Eve, who has ever lived in Boreas, a cold country, the climate of Mid-Eden and Alborosa seems to have been felt hot even in winter.

Then Eve turns away from Julia as if to mislead the embarrassing story...... Now next door, Dahlia gave me a sandwich and turned my words to Rosemary, who was cheeky.

"Uh... maybe... Marie, have you slept with Eve and you haven't been in terrible shape? Um... I don't know... Eve's kicking my ass..."

"That's not true, is it? Master Eve will be gone from the futon as soon as he goes to bed, so Marie can use the futon spaciously?

"I don't think I'm bothering you... but maybe I'm not convinced..."

"Then Master Eve. I have one suggestion from Marie!

"Proposal?"

"... how about I try sleeping bags?

…………

"If you sleep in a sleeping bag, I don't think you'll ever go outside the bag. Then you don't have to worry about the sleeping minister, do you?

"I see..."

Eve takes a convincing look at Rosemary's suggestion. At that time, Teresa, who was listening to the exchange, whilst blued her face, wandered through her sleeve and then, for some reason, held her head... It is unclear what she found there.

"Well, to try it, you might try sleeping with a sleeping bag today! Marie. Maybe you want me to tell you later how Eve sleeps in her sleeping bag?

"Yes!

"But... may I use sleeping bags in your futon?

"Uh... you don't mind Marie, do you?

"Then in your futon, you might try sleeping with a sleeping bag!

That's what I said, a heartfelt, happy look Eve. Thus, from this night on, she decided to sleep with a futon and a sleeping bag.

However, she seemed too distracted by the fact that she was not sleeping well and did not realize what was important.... Yes. I don't know why I'm sleeping outside the futon or what caused it in the first place...

"Well. Miss Eve, Miss Marie? It's time for breakfast —— no, for lunch, are you done eating?

"Eve could be over, right?

"So is Marie!

"" Mr. Dahlia. Thank you (it is)!

"Yes, you were crude (good, like this......)"

"Mm-hmm. So it's time to take the finished wood vinegar solution and head over to Waltz's? Next... it's a spraying job!

That's what I said, Teresa turning to a container like the massive one can of dough that was there. It's filled with wood vinegar liquid that they took all night to create... Teresa is going to take it to Waltz and use it as an insect repellent for a total of (...) paintings (...).