Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Next to it--

"... and I'm truly sorry that I can't seem to deliver rose seedlings by evening..."

—— Words of apology were uttered in front of those on whom Dahlia was on the spot. However, the apology did not appear to be for the inability to deliver the seedlings. Anyway, the Waltz are not Mid-Eden, but the Alborosa government.

So what was the apology for ——

"... For those reasons, Margaret... No, could you please help Master Julia (...)?

—— Like, cousin's boss (?) to Waltz, who was about to take the help of Julia. Julia herself seemed to say that it was unnecessary, but she wasn't sure who Waltz was, so she decided to get permission just in case.

"Yeah, you don't mind at all, do you? If it was, could you just keep taking me to Boreas?

"What?! Hey... Master Waltz?!

"That's right, Master Waltz, we're talking fast. It's an honor to understand."

"Ho, are you serious?!

"Of course I'm kidding... but I don't think there's a plan to get back to Boreas early and join the Sylvias, either? If you don't mind, join Mr. Dahlia..."

"I don't know what else to do if that's the case... but then the button (Dahlia) is going to have to deliver the rose saplings to the castle the day after tomorrow, leaving the job behind and fleeing, right? Uh, but I can't help it...... Boreas, my own country is in trouble, because of the button, even if my neighbor perishes..."

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"Hey, button?/(adv, adv-to) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

"... no. Adults, let me fulfill my contract with Alborosa. At least for what we're contracting now…"

With that said, towards Waltz, Dahlia bows her head respectfully (button). Shortly before that, she seems to have been attacked by some seduction, but has managed to shake it off.

Such a fold. Strella, who met Dahlia for the first time, said this question about rose seedlings, was listening to that conversation.

"Uh... Was it Mr. Dahlia? Is that Mr. Button? Well, either is fine, but with the help of Julia, procuring rose seedlings is a problem that can be managed?

"Um... what about you?

"Huh? Me? Oh, no, it's just passing through, isn't it? Hey? Julia."

".................. I'll make that up to you, Master Strella (that's Homunculus, where Master Waltz was made. You have a similar personality......)"

"Dear Strella... Are you the master of the Porches..."

"No, that expression is a little different, isn't it? Whatever you say, the Porches are just wild Cerberus, not slaves, not Tamed Demons, just living in a house..."

"Eh..."

"Well, that's good. So, how are you going to procure the seedlings?

and Strella asking about seedlings without explaining her identity in any way.

In response to that question, Dalia —— not Julia, who was supposed to help.

"I'm thinking of asking Master Catalina. So far, the seedlings that don't seem to arrive by today's deadline seem to be just for this evening, so it doesn't mean that there are so many in quantity."

"Hmm, I see. Master Catalina. Does that mean mass production using mana...... So, what mana do you use then?

"I'm thinking of making it for Lucia or using the stock Eve has."

"Oh, yeah. Well, it's my fault, and can you use this? Some sister told me to give her some mana, and she said she didn't want it to be the same day. So, what's left of it?

"I'm sorry."

"Well, it's good enough... Oh, yeah, yeah. Actually, this mana is specially made by me. So can you tell Catalina later what it's like to be user-friendly?

That's what I said, Strella, who turns her gaze to the tall accompanying woman who was nearby. Then the woman put her hand in a space of nothing, without saying anything --

Bun......

—— and somehow made something like a bottle made of metal appear.

The inside of Dahlia, who was watching how it went, did not seem very good. Strella with her entourage in exactly the same outfit, behind herself, that can't be released with a perfect attachment...... Needless to say who she is like that and what Dahlia thought... However, she honestly didn't want to admit the hunch.

Cortex and Teresa, presidents of the National Council of Mid-Eden, the former princess Beatrice of the Kingdom of Orija, Sirius (Yuki), the former emperor of the Boleas Empire, and the unidentified Strella who was walking with many of his entourages...... Dahlia, who in the last few days had looked back at the glimmers of those who had met her face, felt something like fear there. Namely —— who the hell is Waltz, the one who oversees such facial rashes, what this group is all about, and is Julia there, the cousin she knows...

But my cousin Julia spoke just like before, and because those around her didn't seem to have any particular strange points (besides magic)... Looks like Dahlia decided to mouth her thoughts about the bottle that suddenly appeared in front of her when she put that concern deep in her heart.

"... item box?

"No? You're not, are you? This is a 4D pok---"

"... Dear Strella"

"Whoa, excuse me. This was a trade secret-- no, it was a state secret."

And Strella tries to mislead the story as she is called upon by an accompanying woman who should have kept her mouth shut until now to show the wicked grin of a niggling person.

Dahlia, who was watching and listening to it--

"... I'm sorry to hear so much about you."

--That's what I was saying and it looked like I was pulling back heavily... Afterwards, she was shaking her elongated tail irregularly because the intelligence agents were fighting their own sexuality.