Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The news that we were ready to return to the future at any time was a pleasure for everyone on board. A long two-month journey (?) and we can return to the future where our families and colleagues await. Many sailors couldn't hide a zero smile from their expression, and some of them seemed to cry without suppressing their tears.

In that, there were those who had a desperate look the opposite of everyone else. By the way, it's not the smaller Catalina. She seems to have embraced her destiny, and even when she sees that everyone is happy, she seems happy as if she is.

So who the hell had a dark look on his face...

"... Van..." No...

Eve and --,

"... I don't know if I can do this anymore..." Slowly

—— is the usual fox daughter.

Though each for different reasons, there was no laughing "eh" on his face, and all of them seemed to turn their sad gaze toward the dark base that spread outside the ship as he lowered his back to the energy talap staircase.

"... what's wrong? Miss Eve. With that dark look on your face, isn't happiness running away? ♪ Slow down ♪

"... maybe you don't want Teresa to tell you..." No...

"I see...... The disaster that struck the concubine was probably because of it. Miss Lucia... ha... I don't know if I can do this anymore..." Slow down.

"Right..." Noh...

And the two of them shut up. But what flows on the spot is a dark atmosphere that can never be described as comfortable. Even the two, whose faces were even dark, darkened their faces even more.

Theresa looked up in that. Her gessoli had become no longer chronic, so it was easy to get out, even if she was trapped in a dark atmosphere.

"So, why does Miss Eve have such a dark look on her face?

When Teresa inquired as usual, Eve answered with a sigh of relief.

"... Van may be gone. While Eve and I were in space, I might have left a note like this and gone somewhere by myself..."

"That dog, you could write letters... Which... 'I'm going on a journey to polish a man'? What is this... (Oh man, even though I'm Fenrir, I can write kanji properly... I'll do quite a bit...)"

"Eve might not understand..."

Van apparently left only one letter on the desk that was in Energia's private room. Its name is Eve. Although it was not Eve who first noticed Van's disappearance, the letter was delivered to Eve around.

I'm not sure why he wanted to polish the guy. He just knew that the Eves would soon return to the future, and he also understood that he could not go with the Eves in the presence of past times.

Eve, who knew it, seemed to have a general anticipation of what he thought and went away from himself.

"... maybe, Van, I'm embarrassed to say goodbye. Eve and I are going to have to say goodbye to Van in a little while, because we're going back to the future, right?

"It's more about loneliness than embarrassment. Well, it's about Miss Eve, so I assume you understand?

"Yeah...... If Eve is in Van's shoes..."

Eve, who said so, once remembered when she met the waltzes. Since the Waltz helped me in the town of Vixen, my desire to follow Waltz and Yuki has spread in my heart... As a result, she continues to this day in the name of wanting to accompany her.

But no matter how much Van wishes, Fenrill from past times. Unlike Catalina and Pixie, he can't go to the future with everyone without being certain to make a time jump.

Eve thought about it. If I were in Van's position --,

"... sad and lonely..."

—— I'm sure I won't be able to stand the loneliness anymore and get away from the spot, too.

As a result, Eve said he was patient not to spill the Shizuku that was accumulating in his eyes--,

Pough......

--Over her head, somewhat hands are placed.

"What, do you have a hard face? Miss Eve should be laughing at the brain weather as usual."

"Hey... what's brain weather..."

"Lord Van didn't die, so he couldn't help but worry. Or is that it? Was Miss Eve going to take that dog to the future world?

"That's... I know I can't, so I might have to give up..."

"Wouldn't that be good? Even Lord Van left himself because he knew it. I'm sure it's the result of being careful not to say a sad goodbye to your Lord."

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"Nevertheless, what will your Lord do with the scars twitched back?... Oh, I see. Lord, you're not a real dog, are you?

"Hey... Eve, it's not a dog!

"Then it's refreshing. If you don't want to waste Lord Van's meal."

Theresa brutally stroked Eve's head. Whatever you think, though it wasn't the kind of action a former princess of a country would... Eve on the caressed side --,

"... you may understand."

--It didn't even seem to be a good idea.

Gossip, gossip, gossip...

"... how long I might be stroking you!/(adv, adv-to) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (

"... still, if you're going to stroke it, it would be nice to have a real dog..." soo

"Huh?" Ila.

"Ha..." Slow down.

And the silence drifting on the spot again. But the air, unlike the one a while ago, did not seem blue like the bottom of the water.