Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Occasionally, under a pleasant breeze, sunny skies...

"Phew..."

Nice to meet you, Swordsman Victor wiped the sweat from his forehead with his favorite towel.

Then he opens his mouth with a grin like he is experiencing a full day with his eyes on two suns floating a little above the horizon with nothing to block him.

"It's going to be a beautiful day."

Then...

"... it's Victor. Have you been inhabiting this town lately?

Such a voice flew from behind him.

"If you live in it, it's the capital."

"... a peripheral fortified city..."

And it was Nicole, the sage of the same party, who spoke affectionately to him.

Guess from the look on his face somewhere dissatisfied... the sage thinks the bigger city is more cozy than the smaller city (South Fortress) with no big bookstore or library.

The two people who interact like that were coming outside to repair the city walls that were being built to surround the town.

A giant white ring that used to fly out of nowhere, looking like a spaceship.

By its detonation, the town was destroyed to a great extent... and it was that the city walls were no exception.

Thus, the South Fortress Autonomous Government decided to restore the city walls, which were also a necessity for the protection of the town... the existing city walls had to be demolished and rebuilt in most places because they had suffered too much damage, and considerable major works were expected.

... I mean, if you think about the hassle of purposefully demolishing it, building another large city wall, like surrounding an old city wall, was going to hold the cost low, both in cost and in time.

... Driven there was the face of the brave party, where energy was exchanged for strong social contribution activities.

That said, instead of being forced to entrust unfamiliar work... the wise man used his head to design, and the swordsman was proceeding himself to manual labor.

In short, we both enjoyed our work, not hated it.

By the way, Leonardo the Brave, the leader of the party, is not here.

He's got him, he's got things to do, he's somewhere else... but let's go after that story.

So the rebuilding of the city wall was going on, mainly with these two people, but the work was going really well.

For a wise man who has seen the creation of various cities and fortifications while crossing the world as part of a brave party, there seems to have been no such thing as designing city walls in towns to the extent of South Fortress.

And it seemed easy for swordsmen who have continued to train, along with brave men who are usually out-of-popular in strength, to cut out stones and pile them up as ordered by the wise, or to create 'moulds' for pouring cement into them.

Those two people were tagging along, and they were working on it, so... it was precisely with the momentum of the electro-optical fire that the work went on.

The current completion of the Second City Wall is... 70%, etc.

Wouldn't it have been nearly impossible to get results so far without them, in just about a week?

"Until it's all over, about three more days?... Yikes!

Dogowong!!

A dedicated axe built specifically to cut stones, the swordsman asks the wise man while cleverly and boldly cutting large rocks carried from nearby stone cutting yards.

Then...

"... two days... but, Victor.... If possible, I'd like you to work a little further away?

Sage said so, pointing a grumpy look at the swordsman while removing by hand the fragments of stone that had scattered over the desk where the blueprints were pasted.

"Much worse. No!

When the swordsman utters such an apology, he tries to leave the scene, gently dragging a rock that has been carried by two horses, likely to weigh 300 kg.

That's when...

"Mr. Swordsman and Sage!

And, from the entrance of the town, I heard a girl who sounded familiar to them.

"Oh, breakfast time..."

"I'm always sorry. Daughter of the Inn."

Two people show the way they always react to the girl who came down with a big basket running in her hand.

To their words like that,

"No, because this is an important job too!

Her face also turned to the two of them when she put the basket on her desk as usual.

She is the daughter of... the inn where the Brave Party is staying.

I'm not originally a South Fortress resident, but they're coming from a village to help me get to my grandfather when they hear the town's in a terrible situation.

"Uh, for breakfast today... to the swordsman, it's a tentacle bore focaccia topped with the region's famous hercherries"

"Ho! You're full of volume in the morning!

With that said, gladly, the swordsman receives Focaccia from the grandson (...) daughter of the inn.

"So, this raw ham cheese sandwich is Sage's breakfast."

"Always, thank you"

The wise man also thanked him and received his breakfast.

It should be noted that from the swordsman's point of view, the sage's meal looks more like a much simpler breakfast, but I will once and for all decline that this is a request from the two of us.

If you think about the work and the calories, there would be nothing unnatural about it, even if you were to eat different kinds of meals.

By the way, the raw materials are the same...

"So now we're going to deliver to the brave man, right?

"Oh, please."

"Be careful."

The innkeeper's granddaughter, who delivered breakfast to the two, closed the basket lid and bowed her head to the two, walked away from the spot early in the arrow succession.

Perhaps she has someone besides the brave who has to deliver breakfast...

"... you feel like a town girl..."

"... well, you're a real town girl..."

A grinning swordsman and sage on her back as she runs with all her strength, while trying not to rock the basket.

Then... the clouds around him became suspicious, and suddenly the suns began to show off.

"What? There wasn't supposed to be a cloud until just now..."

That's what I said. When the swordsman turned his gaze to the sky...

"... well. Did the sun just hide?"

Something big and white came into my eyes hiding the sun.

Of course, it's not a cloud to say 'white things' floating in the sky...

"... Victor. I said earlier about you, that you were becoming a resident of town... and that seemed to be my fault..."

A wise man with a sense of respect for a swordsman who doesn't respond particularly when he sees the sky.

Because...

"Looks like the waltzes are here... It's grand too..."

In that sky where they turned their gaze, there was usually a huge amount of energy floating around that was supposed to hide themselves and dock somewhere away from town... because the swordsman, when he saw it, gave him no surprised look at all.

Plus, why the hell did he start stretching while he looked somewhere happy...

Dogowong!!

Energy that lowers sleigh-shaped landing gear and stands down to the ground so that it can land even on rough ground.

And the first thing that came out of it was...

"Oh, both of you, good job!

He was a hunter, daughter of Count Belz, who ruled this town.

"It's been a while. Dear Liese."

Sage to greet her like that.

... Meanwhile,

"Thank you for your help, sister (ah).... that, that's crazy...?

Somehow, as the swordsman greeted him, he frowned and tilted his head for some reason.

Afterwards, a line of Waltz officials comes out of the energy continuously.

And the swordsman asked Xu Ro against Waltz, thinking he had come out at the end.

"Long time no see, Lord Waltz. So... I'm sorry about the early arrival, but can I ask you one thing?

"Huh? What are you doing here in this city?

"No, I don't care about that"

"... I don't think I see the energy."

That's right.

There was no energy in the line.

It was supposed to be that she would get off the ship before anyone else and set a tackle from her head against the swordsman.

"Ho ho... This is what compassion is for..."

"... what?

To Waltz's words, the swordsman deepens the groove of the eyebrows he was praising.

She seemed to want to say a lot about such a swordsman... but she opened her tease to show her a little thought.

"Right... Maybe if we go to the bridge, we'll see each other?

"Good luck..."

The swordsman, who seemed unable to comprehend what the hell she was talking about against Waltz, who repeated only the profound words, turned his narrow gaze toward the enormous talap of energy that was pockingly wide open.

"... I don't know, but is that supposed to mean go see him from me?

"Yeah, well, that's the thing. Oh, but you better get geared up, okay?

"What?"

"... maybe if you go..."

"Ha..."

A swordsman confusing his head against Waltz, who does not try to elaborate and repeats a meaningful statement.

All in all, when he left the hospitality of the waltzes to the wise men who were there, one of them, towards the bridge of Energia, began to walk...