Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"Well, shall we go to Mid-Eden"

Guillaume...

The king, bewitched by his companions.

... but he didn't seem to think of it.

(If you give me this far, I can only say that it is clear.) I would never, ever endure a situation like that...)

When Waltz thinks that,

"Um, Your Majesty."

Catalina opened her mouth.

"What?

"Where did you fall in love with Mr. Waltz?

Catalina asked instead of Waltz, who could not speak.

(Catalina... I knew you'd feel better)

Seeing that my fellow killers couldn't get their hands on me, I guess I was still equally concerned.

"Hmm... You mean..."

Then the king looked into the sky and looked away, and began to speak.

"No, I don't. In my long life, I have welcomed women of all races to my wife."

(Wow... that's not the word in front of the person... but you don't see it)

And, I think, Waltz, his companions seemed to listen to the king's words, without caring.

"Well, that's the king, but therefore, it's inevitable..."

(Well, if you don't have a legacy, it'll be a big deal later...)

With that in mind, Waltz turns his gaze to the ex-princess (Teresa), who has been taken over the country by half (ourselves) in a very difficult sentence.

"And as we all know, I'm an elf, so I'm almost immortal..."

With that said, the king tied his mouth to a single letter as he narrowed his eyes and frowned.

"I don't want to see it anymore..."

And he ate his teeth as he remembered his wives.

Did you remember the wives who were dead...

My companions, who had been hostile to the King until earlier, who spoke spicy, were also beginning to show some expression of sympathy.

"So I, to my next wife, wanted to welcome the demon god...!

A demon can live a long time together, I guess that's what you thought.

"Yes, was it..."

Leaked a voice like Catalina was convinced.

Everyone around them seems to be looking at each other and discussing what's going on.

... except for one.

"(... Catalina, could you ask me this?" Even though it's a poor minister's body? ') "

Waltz using parametric speakers to send words only to Catalina.

(Ghah...!!... If you had a heart endurance, you'd be cutting 5% by now...)

She was glad that endurance values did not exist in the spirit while spitting blood in her mind..., etc.

Meanwhile, Catalina, who was sent the word, opened her mouth without showing a noticeable reaction to the word.

"... Your Majesty. Mr. Waltz has a complex in shape from day to day."

"Ghah!!

"Hmm? Did you hear anything now?

"... no, isn't it your fault?

"Well... so what happened to Ms Waltz's poor physical attachment?

(No, Catalina didn't say that...)

"Yes. Does Your Majesty mind if Mr. Waltz, like a toddler body type?

(Uh... Catalina? Aren't toddler shapes too much to say?

To Catalina's relentless words, a waltz that makes you decide your mind.

... but that was the result of my own invitation, so I decide to close my eyes.

Meanwhile, the king also seemed to be literally meditating on his eyes and remembering something.

And

"... no, you don't have to be!

Kah!

A king who opens his eyes all the time and speaks of such a thing.

"... Catalina. You, too, will know when you get older..."

And, as he said, he glanced at Catalina's never-small chest.

Strange air dominates the place.

As if to break such air, the king opened his mouth.

"I can't stand it anymore... to see my wives' dripping milk..."

'Huh?'

"But Ms Waltz wouldn't have a problem. He's a demon, and on top of that, poor ny: Dgowong!! 'Bu ha!!

A king blown away by a manoeuvred armor (unknown force).

"... hoe? dalega, hi... lactating desutte?

Gogogogogogogo...!!

The waltz that released the optical camo manifests itself.

"HI... HI NO!! Hayake also said 'Dgowong!!' Guuuuuu!!

"Howe... vakething...?"

Dos A waltz releasing a black aura showers a flat hand at the king.

"I don't care about that at this point... so you're saying I'm a toddler shaped lactating milk, and it's pathetic to look narrow?

It should be noted that no one has said that.

Gashon!

Gashon!

Gashon!

Waltz approaching the king, raising footsteps he usually can't stand.

"WOW... are you... Ms Waltz?!

"You're too late to realize... disappear"

And it was the moment when the manoeuvring armor (waltz) tried to unleash a blow (flat-handed) on Todome.

"... I didn't know you were going to use this defensive magic that you once wore when you welcomed the goddess to your wife... an absolute bulkhead!

That's what I said, the king who unfolded the ultimate kingdom magic in that name without shame.

... Apparently, his G (cockroach) co-vitality is the ability he acquired to withstand DV (domestic violence) from his wife...

Well... there's no way that such junctional magic works for Waltz...

Generator Boost Y/N Y

"CODE: 0001 Accept"

Gowow!!

The king put purple electricity on her arm as she emitted the odor of ozone.

Pah!!

It was as if there was nothing there from the beginning, it was blown away.

It's also literally, being bloodshed...

"Yes, garbage disposal complete"

(Something's still coming up...)

Waltz thinks that about the red mist that drifts around him.

The figure of manoeuvred armor nestled in the red mist was exactly the demon god (machine) itself...

It goes without saying that the fellows who saw Waltz like that thought that he would never talk about body shape stories.

"Did you... did Waltz keep such a complex..."

... Well, Teresa didn't seem to understand.

"Do you want to go home?"

Again, Waltz declares while rendering the figure of manoeuvring armor invisible.

"Yeah... something, I'm so tired..."

Catalina squeaks when she says she was trying her best to find a way to save the zombies, but ended up not bearing fruit and breaking bones.

Well, I didn't just call it a broken bone because I got bacteria that could zombie people and manipulate them.

(Ah... I forgot to ask you about the heavenly realm)

As a waltz, I had no plans to meet the king, so could I also say that it wasn't on the TODO list from the start?

By the way, a wise angel (?) is a round throw at the brave.

(Ma'am, when the brave men return, you'll see.)

"... yes. Sister! I need to buy some souvenirs before I go home."

"That's great. Lucia is. You remembered right."

"Yeah!"

"So everyone? We'll go shopping in Endercia and then we'll go back, okay?

"Yes (yeah) (um) (I understand)"

And my people replied to Waltz.

That's when it happened.

"Ha... I thought I was gonna die for real..."

With that said, King Endelusia came out boiling again.

There is no gaze of contempt, half of them, staring in awe at the king.

"Hmm?... right. Guys, you finally understand my greatness and nostalgia!

rightly understood the wickedness of creeps and born-time wickedness, is

Even Lucia, who boasts absolute magic, could not feel alive in her eyes.

"You're there, aren't you? Ms Waltz. So, again... Me and" Gussa!! 'What?!

Suddenly grew in the belly of a metal jar (?) to the king who unintentionally interrupts the word.

"Dear Teresa. We apologize for showing you such an ugly place."

That's what I said, a small, fat, middle-aged man... Prime Minister Endercia showed up.

"Whoa! Shit King, we're going home!

The prime minister turns his words to the king, who is supposed to be his lord, as he pulls a number of pieces attached to him.

"Stop... you're going to ruin my generation of sunny stages (proposals)!

"Ahhh? I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm gonna sharpen it with a ghost eye, Cora."

Then, for some reason, the king stiffens his vikri and body while bluing his face.

... is it also an actual shredded experience?

"... then, Dear Teresa. I am truly sorry to show you something very ugly. The King will be with us, so please relax and watch Crestling today."

The Chancellor whose expression changes gallantly as if he had worn a face of energy.

"Mm-hmm. Let's get to work."

There was no way Teresa cared about it, and she was responding pale.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

After saying so and bowing his head, he took the king, who had gone quiet with his thrust...

Occasionally, the king was sadly turning the waltzes...

(... something, goosebumps...)

Creepy... waltz just thought so...