Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events
10.0-07 Modification 7
"... well. I've met your lord somewhere before..."
………… Biku
"No... this is such an exotic land. No way..."
'..................' ho.
"But Vixe... there are examples of Catalina..."
………… Biku
"Yes, that's right. Take that demonic helmet, but it's good. And let me see your face. Hi, I'm upset that the signs are similar to those I know."
and it is as if to admire the sentiments of King Endelusia (?) As if, ask Nike. It should be noted, of course, that she is not interested in it.
Against King Endelusia, for some reason, did not seem to respond immediately. I don't know what to answer...... That's how it is.
But with a strange look on his face, he's been unable to penetrate his silence step by step before Nike tries to peek into himself from the gap in his helm... King Endelusia leaned down as if he had given up, and said:
'I'm sorry, but I can't take this helm off. I had an appointment with a certain lady...'
"I can't show you my face. Promise? You made another rare promise, didn't you?
'No, I didn't make a direct promise. I can't see the result. I'm sorry, give up.'
"Hmmm... then at least let's hear your name"
"... Rosenberg"
"" "Who is it!
The moment King Endelusia falsely uttered his own name, the voice of a penetration rising in unison there.
As a result, King Endelusia renamed himself this way, although not his real name, when he sighed loudly as he was tired.
'... is a joke, call me King Endelusia. That's what they call it. "
"With the king? No, is it named Cockoo...? In any case, it doesn't seem like a good idea."
'... I don't care how you take it there. Whoa, time. I'm in a hurry. Let's go, Polaris.'
"Uhm."
Leaving those words behind and walking away from the spot, King Endelusia and Polaris, both of whom look like they haven't eaten... He really didn't want to get anywhere near Nike.
After dropping off those two backwards, Nike shrugs as she leans her neck.
"What is it? He..."
I heard that. The Beatrice...
"Is that King Endelusia, the king of the country next to this Mid-Eden? I'm not sure why, but for some reason I keep staying in Mid-Eden. But the name is end--"
—— and it was when I tried to utter the real name of King Endelusia.
"Well, it's Bear. He said he didn't want to reveal it, so the concubines shouldn't reveal it here. Wouldn't you reveal it one day when you wanted to say it in person?
Teresa pinched her mouth, stopping Beatrice from speaking.
It seems that Beatrice, on the other hand, decided to think about it for a moment before agreeing to Theresa's proposal.
"... right. I thought I might be able to get some tips, but it's not fair..."
"... I didn't think the word Fair would come out of your Lord's mouth..."
And, against Beatrice as I say, Theresa turns a jitty eye.
On the other hand.
Even Nike, who was surprised (a lot) about King Endelusia, didn't seem to be going after him any deeper. rather than ——
"Hmm. Then let's wait. But suppose you don't want to reveal your face or your name... well, maybe you know the rest of us."
Maybe I should say that Nike found out.
That's what Beatrice asks her.
"By the way, Master Nike? Um... can I ask you something about someone you know?
"Well, no way. A brave man who came to the rest of the world a long time ago. I was only about this age, but when he got older, I thought he might show signs similar to the other Cockoo."
"Signs... do you understand that?
"Mm-hmm. Even if it's a sign, it's a sign of magic. Because the signs of magic are different from person to person, there is no such thing as discernment. Especially since I can't forget the rest about that brave kid. He said he was a brave man... but he was so cute that he took the rest for his mother."
…………
"Hmm? What's going on? Both of you..."
"No... I just felt like something had broken in my head..."
"Uhm...... Even if we go deep, it's not going to be a big deal..."
and Beatrice and Theresa who say so to each one. Such they did not seem to actively seek to explore the relationship between Nike and King Endelusia any further. Apparently they both felt the smell of a mine that couldn't be helped.