Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

And now it's Waltz's turn.

Lucia, whose tears and runny nose settled, inquired against her sister.

"Hey, sister. Teresa asked me if I have a nanomachine in my body... what are you doing with a nanomachine? Teresa told me something that scared me so much... that I wouldn't die in a straight way..."

After hearing the story from his sister, Waltz turned his gaze toward Teresa. Then, for some reason, I got a crampy, unwieldy wink back... Waltz decided not to see it and started explaining it to Lucia.

"Not having a decent way of dying... well, maybe it fits?

"Eh... but... yeah. If you did what your sister did to me...... I accept anything!/(adv, adv-to) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

"... Well, maybe it's not what you think it is, huh?

"What?"

"You don't die a decent way, you mean like a normal person, you don't die of illness? And then, if it's about half an injury, it'll heal quickly, so I don't think you'll even die about a little accident... Perhaps if it was about a direct hit of Fei Long's brace, wouldn't it be okay?

"Eh..."

"Well... if there's ever going to be a death, Irby back in the lava, holding a bomb and blowing it up... it's going to be hard not to do that much. I'm sure."

and waltz to mouth a sight (...) hopeful (...) speculation, recalling Catalina, whose physical abilities are greatly enhanced by nanomachines. It should be noted that in the case of Catalina, there may be precedents that did not die from the explosion.

"So I don't think there's anything wrong with living normally?

"Oh, wow... Me, I thought I was gonna be like a zombie because I told you I wouldn't die the normal way... but you're not?

…………

"... yeah? Sister?"

"Huh? Ah...... You're not gonna be a zombie, are you? Zombies have..."

Waltz solidifies for a moment to Lucia's inquiry and then responds in a gruesome way.

In her, like that, it was emerging that Endels boys and Ardelheit, who were given nanomachines, were masters even in the future 1300 years later. In other words, if it stayed that way, Lucia, too, could not deny the possibility of living for thousands of years to come.

"Yeah, you're not gonna be a zombie, are you?

"Why do you repeat it so many times? ♪ Puffy ♪

"It's okay, because I assure you that's all there is to it (when you're about 3,000 years old grandma, you're barely the same as a zombie... Maybe we should think of something to take care of? But it's a difficult problem…)"

"I knew you weren't hiding something?!

"Yeah?...... Ah! Sounds like Teresa's gonna do something funny, huh?

"Hey... all of a sudden I don't want you to talk to me! Look, it's Bear, right? Your Lord wants you to say something too."

"Something... Oh, yes, Theresa! Shall we start the ceremony now? ♪ Poop

"... Lord. Who told you to make jokes you can't laugh at?/(adv) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

And the chaos that begins to drift on the spot. Apparently, Waltz's "Operation Ariel Free" (?) was a success.

Nevertheless, her manoeuvres --

"(If I can be me, I can be a zombie...)"

It seemed pointless from the start.

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Afterwards, with the real zombie and undisputed appearance, Waltz went on a tour of the people of town with Catalina, who has been waking up with all sorts of shakes (?) After going out to......

The three of us who came back to the empty house bench where we were based ——

"... there's nothing to do."

--Looks like he was attacked by a demon named Freedom.

"Teresa, don't you have anything to play with?

"Hmm..." is "... paper and pen?

"" Why does that happen... "

I don't know how to play with paper and pen...... Beatrice and Lucia frowned unexpectedly.

As for Theresa, however, she seemed to think that paper and pen alone could be enough entertainment.

"Isn't painting a good idea, too?

to Teresa's suggestion that ——

"Is that what happened? I mean, you should draw a sketch of Teresa, right?

—— and the beatrix eats up.

"... wait a minute. It's Bear. In the face of the concubine, write the view. Look, look, it's good, that blue sky. You don't think it's gonna be a painting?

Listen to that, now Lucia goes in.

"It's empty... But how do you draw blue monochrome?

"You can't just try to paint the sky. We should draw the view of the town together."

Lucia and Beatrice look around when they hear that word. But their expressions were not excellent.

"Blow up the inn... That's crazy..."

"Why is that so ancient... Besides, it doesn't even have the word" oh "in it."

"Drawing bad stuff in this square is going to show ghosts..."

"It's your main thing to draw, so there's no way you can show it in. It's also a psychic photo... Already...... do we both have anything else to draw?

"... Theresa's the only one, after all?

"Right...... Do you draw about Teresa?

"... you got it. Then what about the concubines? Because I don't know what kind of terrible painting it is? Don't you regret it?

"Yeah, that's good, right? Well... what kind of Teresa do you want me to draw?/(adj-na, adv-to) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

"It's been a long time since I've painted. Shall I make you a regular Teresa? Or should I make it unusual, Teresa?

"... why not... I don't want to be too busy..."

And Teresa, who floats her face slowly. Apparently she didn't try and dug the grave herself.