Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Then bring your perspective back to the waltzes...

"... Catalina, you were so angry. What do we do...?

'Why did you say, sister, acute alcoholism... I should have told you the truth.... acute mana poisoning.'

"You haven't changed much..."

One row was trying Julia's body to dissolve the super thick mana made of strella with water (...) to see to what extent it would not affect her body. More specifically, he was dissolving a drop of mana in a glass of water to see how sick it would make him.

In the meantime, when Julia had the eighth mouthful of aqueous Mana (?) I just drank it, without any foretaste, and it seems that the limit came. At that moment, she sat back, unwittingly, as if she had gotten drunk. Well, luckily, other than that, there didn't seem to be any modulation in the body.

As a result, Waltz called for help with Catalina saying that Julia had acute alcohol addiction, but she didn't become addicted to alcohol where she drank mana… A still conscious Julia asked Waltz how she said she was afraid somewhere.

"So... what did Master Catalina say?

"... I advised you, but you were addicted, so you said you'd turn it into an experimental bench on your stomach later?... about Atlas."

"Hey?!

"Um... Master Atlas? I will explain the situation to you on this matter. If it stays like this, I'm going to be used as an experimental bench too..."

That's what I said, stay seated, Julia, with the radio in her ear. Then she started calling with a bitter smile because Catalina was on the other side of the radio making the mistake she thought she would be.

By the way, on the spot, the hunter seemed to be drinking mana with him. However, she did not fall in, even if she drank the same amount of mana as Julia. Apparently, there are quite a few individual differences in the limit of mana intake.

With that in mind, Waltz asks the hunter.

"Is the hunter okay? I don't think you should drink any more, do you?

"Oh, if you think in terms of magic holdings, Julia should be higher than I am incapable of using magic... If you take one more sip, I'll stop you because you might reach your limit.... It's too sad to go down here and not be able to drink later..." blah.

"What?"

"No, it's nothing. Well, anyway, now you know it's not gonna work around the eighth mouth," he said.

"Well, it doesn't mean it won't work... right. Just in case you can spare 5 sips, it's 200ml a glass, about 20ml a sip, so... 0.5 drops? It's no big deal."

"Why does that happen..."

And Nike frowns when he hears the words that suddenly fly towards him.

Towards her like that, Waltz continued his words.

"'Cause Nike went down with a drop of mana, right? Julia put up with up to 0.8 drops in conversion, right? The hunter isn't down by even 0.8 drops, is he? I don't think one and 0.8 drops makes much difference, do they?

"Mmmm..."

"Well, there's a difference between diluted with water or stock solution? But good for you. A drop of mana is roughly 0.04ml, but if you drink 0.5 drops of mana per person with about 500ml of the contents of the bottle there... 25,000 people, you can drink up all the contents, right? If this was 100,000 or 300,000, or if the number of digits needed to be different, it would have been a straight world logging course..."

"25000 or... Even if we subtract the number of drinkers... how can we calculate enough? No, the total amount of magic you need to maintain your posture is probably not enough..."

"Well, worst of all, I think it's good for juice, not alcohol... but the biggest problem is that everyone drinks, right?

"... ahhh..."

Nike sighed heavily when he said so. I'm worried about how I can get everyone to drink, or how they can stop being scared of themselves. Alternatively, you may describe it as being in a good shape.

Waltz said this before such a nike could come up with any way.

"But it's not that hard."

"... what are we going to do?

"It's not like we catch each and every one of you and force you to pour alcohol into your mouth... is it? There's a simpler and easier way."

…………

"It's Vega, right?

"Vega...... is that the rose daughter?

"So. that rosemania. That guy, at the top of this country, he's got a lot of hope, so let's take advantage of that, shall we? Exactly who doesn't like it when the king tells you to drink... I mean, you can't refuse it"

That said, a waltz that floats a niggling (...) ri (...) face (...).

As for the interaction, the others were listening, but they all seemed, uniformly, to have a bitter smile. Maybe this is what they were thinking. … Alhara to name the country.