Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Before the evening when the sun was leaning. Mirage shines on the horizon, in the middle of the desert...

"Hey, hunter. Can I get this?

"Ha. I can't."

"Right."

The hunters and waltzes were wondering what was going on before the sandworm, which had only kept its huge neck out of the ground.

However, the problem they were having is not how to handle it. Huge sandworm meat (?) how to consume,.

"I'm asking Lucia or Rosemary to help me. Do we have to keep the cut meat, for now, in the freezer of energy, whenever possible?

"At this amount, not even 10% of the total will go into the freezer. You're a little out of shape..."

The demon named Sandworm, from the percentage of the body as a whole, eats not so much. However, the individuals there were expected to be large enough to be able to strip away an uninterrupted amount of meat and material to even easily describe them as "abnormal". However, there is no place to save it, and there are not enough people to consume everything…. I had to dump it on the spot if I stayed here.

"Sure you're not... When I snuck into the castle of Acerdyne, I was watching the adventurer's guild that was in that town bring in a sandworm about the size of a house... even then, it was a little festival, but if I took all this big stuff, I'm sure it would be amazing..."

"I'm pretty sure it's gonna be a mayhem, right?... Oh, yeah. Shall I leave you outside that town as harassment of the goddess? Here's the thing, Bong."

"... I'd like to see that too, but I don't think harassment is a good idea, do you?

"Well, harassment is a joke, but think about it. Mr. Hunter, don't you think there's nothing wrong with throwing all this meat and ingredients out here like this? Then I guess we should take it to a town where a lot of people live and consume it all together. Finally, if you register your name with the Adventurer Guild, you can rise to the highest rank in a single delivery, right? I'm sure."

"... I can only imagine the future when the people up there look at me."

"Oh, sure..."

Was it also an experience similar to what the hunter said, waltz snorted emotionally.

Such a fold. To both of us, Alexandra comes.

"Sounds like a lot of interesting talk to you, huh?

"Yeah, I was just talking about how I could use this sandworm meat for nothing instead of harassing the goddess a little bit?

"Hmmm... harass the goddess... You're too busy thinking, you don't seem to understand.... by the way. Before you go harass the goddess, can you carry such a big fat ass? As far as I can tell, I think the argument was only right for what I couldn't consume..."

"I don't care what happens around here, do I?... See, like this?

Shortly after Waltz said so. There was a giant sandworm lying behind her --

Zuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu......!!

—— and slowly crawled out of the ground.

Those on the spot who see how it is, set up, open their eyes, and take their breath. That was no exception for Alexandra and the hunter, and everyone was on maximum alert to the suddenly moving sandworm.

But in the meantime, only Waltz seemed to be standing with a grin on his face.... of course, it was frozen as it was because I felt different signs from the one on my back, not that.

Whatever --

"Oh, it's me lifting this, don't worry?

—— Sandworm moved because she was trying to use a gravity control system to lift the sandworm and drag it out of the hole.

And Sandworm's body, when fully on the surface, stays slow--

Zdwong!!

—— and was to be put to sleep on the surface.

"" ……… "Pocahontas

"... Alexandra? Besides, Mr. Hunter? Are you okay? You look very similar..."

…………

"... No, I don't think so"

In the same position, with the same look on his face, waltz seems to have decided to give up any more voicing before the cat beasts who were equally solidified

Then she clings to an emergency deer jerky to compensate for the energy "mass"... Alexandra had a fierce momentum and turned to Waltz. Specifically, with the fierce momentum that you are likely to hear the sound of Gun......

"Temple of Demons! I need one favor"

"Yeah? You want power? I can't. Is that self-service?

"What? No, I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm not. Could you take this big sandworm... to the town we're going to?

"I see. We all eat, right?

"Oh. But that's not all. Instead, what I want is material. If you don't eat meat, it will rot in time, but the ingredients won't rot so easily. I can use it even if I want to, and I can sell it."

"The immediate gold measure?

"That's right. Besides, sandworm skins can also be used to make sturdy protective equipment, so I want to take them if possible."

"... you have no choice. That would be nice, wouldn't it?

"I'm sorry, I'm grateful. I will tell the dawn when the town has developed to celebrate the Temple of Demons."

"That's kind of..."

"Oops. The word" demon god "was a strange expression... Well, let's make it a goddess."

"No, hey..."

Waltz tried to raise his voice of protest because Alexandra's remarks contained unacceptable words. But she stays silent, no more than that, without continuing the words.

That's not because it's better to be called a goddess than to be called a demon god. Words directed at a certain aristocratic couple and their daughters in a distant future era. She couldn't deny Alexandra's words because she remembered what it was.

A fairy tale about the goddess passed on not only to South Fortress, but to Mid-Eden as a whole. There are various theories about its origin…. Waltz seems to have somehow guessed where one of its sources is.