Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

The hunter's sole... wasn't what could be called a fight, and it wasn't what could be called a hunt.

Normally, about twice my height, fighting the Minotaurs head-on is nothing but suicidal... but the hunter walked up to Minotaurs dignified against them, not using any tools to stir them up, not to hide.

What happened as a result?

Needless to say, a hunter who broke into their kill zone ate a giant Lobrus aside and was blown to the edge of the wall... not that.

For some reason, the Minotaurs did not attack her.

Previously, she had the ability to dilute her presence (?) I used to hunt a ton of demons... apparently using the same abilities this time.

In fact, it seemed from Waltz's eyes that her very existence had faded to a critical level of recognisability, as if it had been uneven from this world.

(Wow... isn't the shadow thinner than before? This is what happens when the shadow thins to the extreme...)

Waltz finally succeeds in capturing her figure by complementing multiple sensors mounted on mobile armor.

Seeing Yuki and Eve, who were next to Waltz, rubbing their eyes and looking around... they probably don't see the hunter at all.

On the other hand.

That seemed the same to the Minotaurs.

Mwah?

I don't know what happened, things like that, like wondering about the hunter disappearing in front of me... those little roaring minotaurs.

In that next moment,

Batang...

And all four Minotaurs fell to the ground on the spot at the same time, and they stopped moving.

From their bodies like that, there was nothing like blood blowing out in abundance, but if you look at the area where there would be a medulla extension after the neck that had been cut with something like a sharp blade... perhaps it means that the hunter, aiming precisely at the Minotaurs' steeple, slashed it sometime before they noticed it...

Thus, the appearance, as the opening words say, was not a battle, nor a hunt.

Rather, it might be more appropriate to describe it with the word 'harvest'...

"Yo! You don't seem to be blunt yet..."

Until earlier, when a hunter who thought his senses might be dull said so with a relief look on his face, her presence, which had faded, suddenly returned to the spot.

At that time, to deduce from the fact that she had accumulated a large amount of sweat on her forehead, she just seemed to be walking and, in fact, moving her body, using considerable nerves, for every single action.

Then the hunter turned to the waltzes as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, leaving a refreshing grin on the spot.

"Good luck. Mr. Hunter."

A waltz that looks at herself and hangs words of labor against her with a satisfying grin.

Then she asked about the hunter's movements earlier.

"What was that arr... magic?

"Hmm? No, we're not using magic, are we? If I tried as hard as I could to get rid of the signs... you'd just be like that."

"Oh really... (I mean, you're a vegetarian...)"

Waltz and two others who inadvertently narrow their eyes in response to the hunter.

All three seem worried about what to say to the hunter that he is using his shadow thinness to fight.

Then the other one.

He who was on the spot and should not have been conscious before opened his mouth.

"... waltz. Can you get me down?

Because he was injured, he was floated into the universe by waltz... and a brave man who had been brought here so far.

"Oh, you're up."

Dokah!

"Gu Hu?!

A brave man who is treated as usual by regaining consciousness.

Suddenly released from gravity control, he fell to the ground with a tummy...

Well, that leaves him uninjured additionally, a blessed brave man from the Boulder God, I'd say.

"Well... So, what do you say, hunter? Dismantle (Rose) Minotaur?

Waltz asks the hunter from a brave man who has fallen to the ground and then stopped moving as a gutter again, in such a way that he is forced to deflect consciousness.

Meanwhile, the hunter, who was gazed at by her, began to answer Waltz's query without showing how he cared at all about the brave men who were treated as usual.

"No... you feel like you've seen it, you've got nowhere to eat or sell it... Want some waltz?

"No. I'll do my best not to"

"Right? Well, even if it sold... about an axe."

and a hunter who ignores the bright red cloth cuts Minotaur had wrapped around his hips in response to Waltz's inquiry.

Then she seemed to have had a hard time lifting that axe, although she would hang hands on the Lobrus that the Minotaurs had... and the hunter, in the end, gave up bringing the axe back.

Seeing such a badly fought hunter, he was a waltz who thought he could help, but... he seemed to reconsider that he didn't have to bother to bring home an axe that only looked like crumb iron, and after all, neither did the waltz, he seemed to want to bring the axe back.

Later, she threw words to her people to re-compartmentalize them.

"Then... shall we move on? If we find one more part of the boundary of the junction, we might get treasure, right?

And, until earlier, I wasn't interested in treasure, but Waltz seemed to be starting to be a little concerned about the treasure content now.

She said so and then made the usual laugh at her buddies, back in the cave again (?) He turned his body toward and began to walk.

And following her like that, just like so far, hunters and Eves and Yuki.

... but here, something happened that wasn't always the way it was.

As he lay down on the ground, one brave man, who had been left behind, opened his mouth to call off the waltz.

"Wah, waltz. Wait..."

To that word...

"... that's unusual, isn't it? From the brave, I can't believe you stopped me."

Waltz stopped that leg and turned around the brave one.

At that time, at the same time as her, the other three do the same and face back.

The brave man with those four gazes pointed at him at the same time... but without cowardice, he kept crawling to the ground, turning his determined gaze to Waltz, and opened his mouth again.

"Train me... train us...!

"... what?

I don't know what the brave man is talking about, like, waltz with his eyes dotted.

His words seemed too unexpected to keep up with her understanding in her neuro-chip.

Such a confused appearance of her had also been conveyed to the brave man, who opened his mouth again in the form of a rephrase of the words he had just spoken.

"I want you to be one of them!

With that said, the brave man appeals to the waltzes in a desperate manner, waking up only his upper body from the ground.

Apparently, the brave want to go into a party where there is a demon god and a (former) demon king...