Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"... the role I have been given by Master Deprexa is to take over this crestling--"

"Oh, then it's over, isn't it?

"What..."

"You just heard from one of our members that the transfer of authority has been successfully completed?

"So, let's explain the crestling manipulation --"

"I think that's gonna be okay, too, right? I've mastered the control system, so I was just talking about testing things..."

…………

What the hell was I made for...... The waltzes will digest most of the work that they should have done, and the cumulus will be on its way. Some of the work he received from Deprexa included a description of the facility in the crestling, but apparently he thinks the Waltz have even ended it.

Seeing his reaction like that, Waltz opens his mouth with a bitter smile.

"What's with the end of the world..."

"I already have nothing to do... No longer, my existential significance etc…"

"Yes, sir. Well, I'll give you a job that won't end inside, so you can live with it."

"Eh..."

"Oh, my God, no? I want you to be Enders' right arm.... No, I'm not telling you to be a real arm, am I? I mean, be a supporter of Enders. Deacon... that's a little different. Instead... no guardian... yeah, guardian. 'Cause, you know, if Enders did, he'd still be a kid, and I don't know what to expect or be anxious about."

"... I think you have more experience than I have in not too long to be made?

"... by the way, how old are you?

"... about 0 years and a month"

"Oh, yeah...... Well, let's start with the brothers."

Waltz looking like he couldn't find a proper relationship other than "brothers" before Cumulus, who doesn't match his appearance and age. It should be noted that Cumrus looks old, not because the waltzes made it look that way, but because it was originally designed that way.

By the way, Cumrus himself seemed to be aware that he looked old.

"Brother...? So you look old," brother. "

Having heard his words, Waltz gave him a subtle look as soon as possible. We were the ones who thought about the colour of the wrinkles and hair on the skin of the current cumulus, so we were worried that he might care about it.

"... could it be that you look old, that you care?

In that inquiry of Waltz, Cumrus gave a hazy look. Apparently, he also understood the reason for Waltz's reaction.

"Oh, no. I was aware that what I would say since I was made by Master Deprexa, my appearance, would fall into the category of looking old if it were in the light of humans. But you don't have a complex there. This is who I am. … yes I am telling myself"

"... if not for the last word, it also sounded like a beauty story... If you really don't like old faces, you can have plastic surgery, right? Whatever. Look, the swordsman there... I don't feel much different with his face, like that."

"Wait a minute, Waltz! What does that mean?!

"This is all Mr. Victor needs!

"I'm so sorry!

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. My mouth slipped a little."

"" "Mon!" "Pussy

"Just kidding, kidding"

It is noteworthy to hear the Waltz exchanges that ——

"... no, you can stay like this"

—— I didn't seem to intend to change my appearance to Cumulus.

"This is the look you gave me because of it. I'm going to take care of it for a while. If there really seems to be a problem, are you sure you want to change your look then?

"Yeah, that's good, right? Except in the future before 1300, right?

"... that's a long story."

"Well, it might take a while, but I'll keep my promise?

Waltz narrowed his eyes there and, once, punctuated the words.

Then she turns back on the subject and starts talking again.

"That's why I want you to stay close to Enders. You can be a brother, you can be a friend, you can enter into a subordinate relationship... Finally, now that Deprexa is gone, I want you in the position she was supposed to fill. Okay? Well, I don't approve of the veto."

"... I thought you'd say that. Actually, I was just wondering what I was going to do, too. I'll take care of it. necessarily about Master Enders, to a fine person--"

"Oh, yeah......"

"... could you stop reacting like that? You'll see the future..."

"No, it's fine, isn't it? Yeah, fine, fine."

…………

With a subtle look on his face, Cumrus thinks in front of a splendid and repetitive waltz, frowning. Such is he, maybe, a transfer (?) Probably worried about it.