Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

And once I finished communicating with Cortex, who said he wanted me to sleep.

Waltz was consulting with those who were on the spot about what to do with the leaning world tree. It's also mainly between Waltz and Nike......

It's just that, between the two of us, there's something severely painful about it, and the consultation about the world tree didn't seem to quite go ahead. To be specific about that content--

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"... what?

"No... at first glance, you don't look like a demon god..."

"If you say so, you only look like a demon god... I mean, in my case, it's a machine, not a demon..."

—— and, like I said, demon rigging (?) It seemed like it was.

"You think the rest only looks like demons? Why?"

"Because... maybe it's rude, but you look like a black shadow, and as far as the magic that's floating in the sky, you seem pretty skilled at handling magic? That's your magic, isn't it?

With that said, Waltz looks to the light source that was still floating in the universe.

Then Nike realizes that the sky that was at the end of that gaze was becoming quite bright, palms in the universe (?) and turned off the bun and its light source.

Then she speaks like this.

"I guess I don't need the light anymore because it's getting brighter. Those Reapers, too, should disappear and stop coming out if they get brighter..."

"Hmm? The Reapers?

A nearby bear doll (Atlas) explains the situation to Waltz.

"It's an ecclesial monster. That's like a ghost made out of people's brains, too, huh? That's what showed up in this square... That's like kidnapping all the demonic citizens in town for use in homunculus making materials.... there was a big iron door in the basement. '

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'... what's up, sister?... Oh well. You're shocked...'

"What a scrupulous doll this Atlas voice sounds like..."

'... you know what I'm saying.

"Well, I was taught earlier, you know? But looking at it again... somehow, really no (...) fine (...) workmanship (...)... (considering Atlas, Cortex, Tempo and everyone makes something avatar... maybe Strella makes something too... And Theresa... isn't there?)"

'Why do you say that there, emphasizing the scrupulous... For once, it's a work of strength, right?

With that said, a bear doll throws her gaze toward Dahlia, who was nearby. It was an attempt to ask Daria for her consent, but she was ahead of the gaze ——

"Ah, sister...?

—— and whining, he seemed to have a rounded eye toward the waltz. Because of that, Daria didn't seem to notice Atlas' gaze... The bear doll seems to have lost its back shield and become sober.

"Did you find out about the Reapers? I mean, you saw me and Lucia. its reapers-like one (... in a world tree filled with holes)"

That said, with an uneaten look, he turns his gaze back on Nike again, and Waltz tries to get back to the point --

"... what... who is this guy..."

—— Turning around, they said there was a strange woman there...... The waltz seems to have solidified again. But this time, not intentionally, with a really troubled look on his face.

In contrast, the white-haired woman responded to whoever Waltz was as she put her arms together and exhaled from her nose.

"Hmm. The rest is Nike. I usually worry about sunburn, so I keep the darkness around me, but this is who I really am. Still, does your lord call the rest a demon god?

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"Don't you even have words? I guess so. Then change your mind--"

"... I'm sorry about something. You were a goddess, not a demon..."

"How can that be..."

and Nike frowns when he hears the words of Waltz, whose perception has changed nearly 360 degrees instead of 180. Apparently, after all, the situation has not progressed.

Because of that...... Now, Nike's mouth shot (?) begins.

"... who said that? If you're not a demon, why do you say you can easily defeat a world tree? Besides, didn't you come down from the sky earlier, with your daughter there (Lucia), unleashing tremendous magic? There's no way it's just that."

With that word--

"... Lucia? What do you think I should do when I'm like this?

—— and a sister who asks her sister for help.

But she seemed to have the wrong person to ask for help ——

"Hmm... well, isn't that okay? Even God. I don't care what they say, I've already given up, and I don't think I can care less, can I? Yeah!"

—— The words back from my sister seemed very different from what Waltz expected.

As a result. Waltz, like Nike, frowns and looks around with his mouth pointy, but should it be a shame or a natural...... There seemed to be no one, except Nike and Lucia, who sought to gaze at Waltz.