Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"How could you do this..."

Lucia had her head. To Esta, who offered to un-curse, a curse that would make it impossible to cook (?), and as soon as Esta exercised her technique, she fell in front of her.

By the way, the only reason Lucia had a head wasn't because Esta had fallen. A curse so powerful that it defeats the sorcerer who tried to decurse it...... Something like that may be hanging on you. Where the hell did you get the curse...... No matter how many times I thought back, I couldn't remember Lucia.

Then she fell. When I float Esta in the air...... With Catalina and Waltz, I peered into that face worryingly.

But Esta doesn't seem to have lost consciousness, and this is how she speaks to the three people peeping in.

"Haha...... I think I failed. Sorry for not meeting your expectations..."

"Are you okay?

"I'll examine you just in case, won't I?

"Not if you can't, huh?

"Yes, I'm fine. And I'm not even forced to. If the curse is too strong, this is how I get recoil. But don't worry, it's because you've used too much magic, and the curse moves onto my body or something, and that won't happen."

"Really...... So, I'll get you some mana so you can replenish the magic?

When I hear Catalina say that, I realize what Waltz is.

"Speaking of which, Catalina can usually make pills, right? In the sense that food and medicine get into people's mouths, it's something similar..."

"If you say so, that's true...... I didn't care until now."

"Well, other than that, if it's a medicinal meal or something, can you make it?

"... so if you're harming yourself, there's no point in medicinal meals, is there?

"Sure..."

and while striking a correlation...... Waltz seemed to think of this at the same time.... I was wondering if cooking a poisoned dish would, on the contrary, be a normal dish. Well, I never said that.

Then when Catalina put her hand on her desk, from her white sleeve, something nuzzly black shadowed appeared... A metal container with concentrated mana was placed on the desk before returning to the white coat of Catalina.

Seeing it, Esta raised her voice close to the scream as she finally changed her complexion to earthy.

"What, what?! Now!"

"He's my excellent assistant. Right, Cheval?

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"" Chi.

"... Esta, I think I passed out with my eyes open"

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"Cheval won't be depressed, will he? Esta, originally, she didn't seem well."

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Cheval returns to his white coat as Catalina tells him to. At that time, he was looking back at Esta several times because he felt sorry for her, or because he thought she was being rude.

"You're in trouble...... My guest is out of magic, and then she faints..."

"My heart is moving, so I think I'll wake up one of these days. Even if you can't drink Mana, if Lucia uses strong healing magic --"

That's what Catalina said, turning her gaze toward Lucia. Then it seemed that Lucia was leaning down there somewhat difficult.

"... Lucia? What's wrong with you?

In response to Catalina's inquiry, Lucia answered this with a seemingly offensive look on her face.

"... are we, after all, cursed?

Waltz opens his mouth when he hears that.

"What do you think? I can't cook either... but do I get a curse for being a machine? Even though I don't receive Theresa's spiritual magic or Julia's phantom magic... Thinking about it, I don't think it's just a curse..."

"But how did this happen?

"Come on?"

When sisters are leaning their necks against each other, Catalina speaks of the possibility.

"... Is it Mr. Altair?

"Hey... that name...!

"I don't think you're right in this day and age, am I?

"............ right. Piles, they don't fly..."

"It's about her that could curse... but how can you just be unable to cook? Besides, only these three...... There must be a lot of other people who can be called buddies..."

"If I could tell that, I wouldn't be in so much trouble..."

"... in the meantime, let Esta have her healing magic, okay?

And against Esta, Lucia begins to exercise healing magic that has the effect of healing magic. As a result, light enveloped what could be described as violent about Esta, and dazzling light leaked out of the gaps in the windows and doors of private houses.

At this time, the people who were drawn to the smell of the curry made by Teresa fled, as if scattering spider sons. It should be noted that if you can tell why they fled --yesterday, one inn became charcoal.