Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

From the infirmary, which was on board Energia, the (...) a (...) ru (...) room. That was the third largest room on board, the first in the hangar and the second in the main engine room. And the third ——

"Do you have to seriously think about fulfilling ~... the theory of time transcendence ~? That's very hard, isn't it?"

—— It is a laboratory in Cortex. To be precise, it wasn't just her lab, it was supposed to be a multi-purpose space, but it seemed to be in a state of near-exclusivity, not an exaggeration, because it was in a state of occupation that she was about to return to what she had said since coming to the past era.

There, in addition to Cortex, was the figure of someone who was helping her with her research.

"... Aside from the possibility of realisation, isn't it theoretically possible to think of some?

It is Teresa first. Her mechanized brains were largely compensated for by Cortex's knowledge, so she was just the right person to work with Cortex to conduct research. For Cortex, he must have been the other like himself to lend a hand when he was busy.

And one more.

"Cor? Did you get me lunch?

It is Lucia. Using immense magic, she is arguably the best assistant to the two...... He seemed indispensable in order to shape the idea that came to mind in minutes of things.

"... Miss Lucia? Lord, why didn't you just call me the name of your concubine now?

"Wow, Teresa says it's a pain in the ass again... I know you're here, and I don't have to bother telling you, but I just thought it was gonna be okay?

"... is it the concubine's fault that you feel faint malice?

and Teresa, who for some reason couldn't hide her anger against Lucia, who takes a transgressive attitude towards herself alone. Nevertheless, she will not be seriously angry with Lucia, who is also 3 years younger...... Looks like she decided to swallow it as just one of her plays.

"Yes, Cor. Lunch Box"

"Thank you for everything. Lucia."

"Yeah. That's all I can do..."

"No ~. That's not true ~? If it weren't for Lucia, our work wouldn't be going any further ~"

to the compliments of Cortex that ——

"Oh, that's not true, is it? ♪ Probably ♪

—— and Lucia waving her tail happily.

Teresa asked such a fox daughter this time.

"So, have you had your concubine's meal yet?

"Huh? Teresa, you ate this morning, didn't you?

"... Miss Lucia. I've been meaning to tell you, isn't your treatment of the Lord's concubine too harsh?

"That's not true, is it? 'Cause you see... Teresa's lunch is well prepared, too. Sushi I made!... happy?

♪ Biku ♪

"Hmm? What's wrong? Both of you. Looks like he's turning blue..."

The parcel offered by Lucia while saying so. That resembled the large leaf wrap used by the Inari Sushi Shop in Mid Eden to pack the product, which appeared to have Lucian-like decorations on the surface. In itself, it was like a very heartfelt lunch box. Maybe I can describe it as like a homemade lunch box that a girl gives to a boy of her own accord.

But the problem is its contents. There are strange phenomena in the world that can only be described as "curses," and the dishes Lucia and Waltz make are so ruinous —— no, there was a little problem.

"Well, come on. Yes, Teresa. Taste it and eat it, huh? [incomprehensible]

Lucia smiles and gives the parcel to Teresa. In doing so, Cortex seems to have distanced herself from Lucia in a casual manner with a lunch box made of (...) b (...). Because the behavior was too natural, Lucia seemed unaware of Cortex's evasive behavior.

Instead, in this case, from the beginning, Cortex's appearance should be described as not in Lucia's eyes. Anyway, there was an experimental bench in front of her that, hopefully, would eat her own lunch...

"…………"

Theresa, who will be half-enforced to have lunch boxes for Lucia's work, and will remain solidified. When I start writing its insides here, I'll discount it because it's going to be so spectacular in volume and content that it's probably not going to be able to be written out in about 10,000 or 100,000 characters, but she seemed to want to escape if it was possible at this time. But how about not receiving the lunch Lucia made for me...... Can I betray her expectations waiting for sushi thoughts...... Because such thoughts swirled in his head, Teresa barely seemed to have stood on the spot.

"Come on, eat! Teresa." Bump.

"... for once, let me ask you something. Does it taste... plain?

"Yeah, of course! I thought plain was the best sushi."

…………

Feeling the unspeakable pressure of flying from Lucia with a full smile, Theresa whips into her trembling hand and opens the wrap. Then from the wrap, there is a golden fried chicken wrapped in silver shari and a fragrant aroma of vegetable seed oil….

"... yeah! It looks good to me."

"(It just looks good...)"

"Yeah? Did I just say something?

"No, nothing..."

And Teresa never wanted to, and grabbed up that Inari sushi stained with juice using the chopsticks that were included in the wrap... I meditated on both eyes, and I decided --

".................. Huh! ♪ Ha-ha-ha ♪

—— and he threw it into his mouth.

……

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… Then, when she opened her eyes, there seemed to be a different view of the workplace than she should have been until now. Specifically, the ceiling of the infirmary-like room and Lucia's face rubbing tears and snot in her own arm......