Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

After the exploration of the inside of Eccleria's airship is completed. The line went to the camp of the Sylvias, where they were debriefing.

Exploring the inside of Eccleria's airship revealed three main things. The first is that the basic level of technology is around World War II. The second is whether there is a focus on firearms or whether they are strangely well designed and designed. And the third is --,

"I think it's okay to have a radio, but you don't..."

There's no radio. This can be substituted using magic props, so you can also see that you didn't dare to make it, but there was another possibility that could be considered. Besides the fact, of course, that the technical level has not reached that point, it is.

The generation gap is that those who live in a generation do not understand or know the tools and techniques that were used by those before them.

For example, in the world where Waltz came from, analog communication using radio waves is not already used, and all communication is done in digital or quantum communication for efficiency. From those living in such a world, I don't even know how to modulate AM, FM, etc. used in the big (...) old days (...) to put analog signals such as voices on radio waves... It was no surprise that, because the technology was so advanced, he did not know the primitive methods that had been in the dawn of communication.

"Couldn't you make an oscillation circuit to make a radio wave ~?

"You know, if you hang a voltage on the right ore that's rolling around, you can make as much as you want. Without a spectrum analyzer, it is easy to measure the emission frequency using resonance as long as there is a speed of light and proper wire at 10 times 3... Besides, superimposing audio can be achieved by making a vacuum tube, as long as it has a glass tube, a suitable piece of metal and a syringe?

"Your sister easily says so, but how much better can it be achieved ~?

"Right... can you guys?

"" "Yessmum!

"You think you can do that?

and Waltz to give an example of a healthy response back from the soldiers at the Cortex Fan Club (hereinafter referred to as the former Corparent).

Towards her like that, Argus, the troop leader, opens his mouth.

"Dear Waltz. May I have your permission to speak?

"Yeah, that's good, right?

"Thank you! We are able to deal with something called radio waves thanks, for one thing, to the knowledge given to us by Lord Atlas. Mid-Eden knows if there are any engineer units outside of us that can do the same."

"I see... It's not an example..."

Cortex opens his mouth again as Waltz hits the match to his satisfaction.

"That's why I presume that perhaps those on the Eclerian side are generations who do not know the analog radio waves. So, when you become knowledgeable about firearms and weapons-related ~... perhaps from 2000 A.D., 2100 or so generations have been shifting around ~? I think it's technically impossible to mimic WWIII weapons, so I guess it mimicked the relatively simple WWII weapons."

"Right...... Does that mean, by and large, you're as old as I am?

"Isn't it reasonable to think so ~?

Watching Cortex's reaction nodded to his own confirmation, Waltz unexpectedly frowned. It doesn't mean, however, that there was something wrong with Cortex's statement. For assuming that the men of Ecclesia are from the same world as themselves, from the same time, certain problems arise.

The Waltz are unnamed Guardians. Its existence is hidden within the modern world. If the Ecclesiaans were to return to the original world, they would likely be hostile to the entire world if they were to inform the original world of Waltz's existence, without anyone's control or restriction.

One day suddenly, the rain of countless missiles falling from the sky. As retaliation for it, the Guardians fight back. Beyond that perhaps the future did not exist, and only the ruin of the earth should have awaited it.

A Guardian under no one's control is like a rabid dog without a collar, so to speak. There's no way people in the world are watching that in silence.

"... after all, should we keep it out of the surface and keep it in a drawcage?

"Still good, but instead of me and Atlas on the table, I'll leave Mid-Eden's internal affairs to you ~? I think I'm lonely when I'm alone, so I'm going to leave about my concubine ~"

"... I knew I'd be out, I'd be out"

With that said, Waltz drives the worries in his head to the corner of his thought. But the concerns that have sprung up once are hard to wipe... She's going to be disturbing herself about the existence of a Guardian every time there's something ahead.