Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Well, no, you invited this situation, Caesar."

"Oh, yeah..."

In contrast to his normal seating posture, Salman, sitting in the chair he had brought with him so that he could hug him on his back, was peeking into Caesar's eyes (dust) from under the diagonal.

There is a lot of faint expression on his face, but Caesar himself honestly tolerated it as something he couldn't help.

Rather, I just don't get beat up at all in this situation.

I got them into a certain big stream this time because I'm the one trying to hide what.

- Half.

"Huh?"

Second, Salman cut his gaze off Caesar and said sighingly.

The meaning of the word is still uncertain.

"Good meaning and bad meaning. This time your actions meant two things to us."

"Good meaning?

No way. It would just mean bad. Caesar shook his head inside.

They were exposed to Juliana's demonic eyes in an almost defenseless state.

If I made a mistake, I could have been manipulated by the fanatics of Sisalis as it were.

I still can't imagine why Salman is here, but I did something bad to them in that regard.

I can't believe that's the 'good meaning'.

"Bad meaning is what you imagine. That you pushed us by the hand of the demon of Sisalis, as it appears in its sorry face."

"... yeah. There's no excuse for that."

Caesar relaxes and says.

"But..."

Then Salman continued.

"Conversely, you're the one who gave us the shortcut."

"Shortcut...?

Salman nodded as Caesar clenched his neck.

"That's right. - We're here to save the Demon King."

Salman said the same thing about Shaw.

Plus, in much more straightforward terms than Shaw.

Caesar had a conversation with Shaw the first night the Mereas came.

In it I hear the purpose of Merea and the others, somewhat distant.

Naturally at first I thought it was ridiculous, but Caesar felt that the words had gradually become more realistic in him now.

"So the fact that you pushed us near that enchanting queen, Juliana-Ve-Rona, on the other hand, is also a survival for us. So it's a theory of results, but this time I'm going to leave you alone for a moment."

Salman waved his hand off his disgust beside his face and told Caesar.

But then I put a sharp glance on that eye and just say it to Caesar again.

"But not for the second time. If you're going to be our enemy, then that's when. - Well, I'm not the one who decides how far to forgive the prank, Melea.... Oh, that sounds pretty forgiving because it's about him"

Saying it himself, Salman sighs.

"I know some of Shaw's feelings. Once he pisses you off, it's horrible, but he's too kind until he gets angry. - I'm an idiot. My nostrils are too deep for nothing. I'm an idiot at the point where you're saying it's 'Saving the Demon King' comprehensively in the first place. Anyway, not all of that demon king will respond to his kindness."

Caesar thought you were absolutely right.

"So if that decidedly tries to be evil for the whole thing, like this time Shaw, we have to 'do what we do' to some extent. Even if it's going to buy his repudiation, we're imposing on ourselves to do it."

"I won't say it with my mouth."

That's where Shaw pinched his mouth.

Shaw has a slight tone of grin and exhales small.

"Well, some odd maids say, 'I'm going to die for that one'"

"Ha, well said. You just said something similar."

"No, you won't die before you run out of money. Even if it is."

"I wonder"

Shaw rarely tells him to intensify his narrative and deceive, but Salman, as usual, just exhaled with his nose at the answer.

"Well no. That's why I don't ask what you did this time. This one's half as good. We don't have much time.... so from here on out, based on that, I'm talking about..."

And as Salman sat in his chair, he leaned over to Caesar for each of those chairs.

I have a grin on my face. It's a grin, like one day Shaw, like he found his prey.

"Why don't we make a deal?

To Salman's words, Caesar also slapped his neck.

But I also realized somewhere in my head that I couldn't say no to that suggestion.

Caesar nodded to Salman's words, slightly after it had happened.

◆ ◆ ◆

"I have to thank Shaw and Lilium for their skill."

Melea was following Mariza and Siladis behind her to run through the city of art as Shaw and Salman and the others secretly chatted inside a coffee shop near Rave-Opera.

Dare to go down the back alley, which is difficult to reach by the light, in the dark of the night of the city of art.

"I think it would have been safer if you had told me in advance."

Second, I heard a voice from Melea's back.

Melea had noticed that there was some angry hue mixed in the depths of that voice, with a cold, calm tone.

"From Mariza's point of view, I might have been a little unhappy."

"Not at all. If we had that golden deceased in the vicinity, we would have shredded the meat on his flank."

"Ha..."

Melea stopped her legs as she answered Marisa, realizing that a triple path had appeared in front of her.

Then, this time, I turn to Ciradis and ask him.

"Which way does Juliana smell from?

"-Right. Over here."

Siladis, in armor, answered Merea's question immediately, sliding himself into one of the alley paths.

A definitive foothold no longer gives the Mereas any room for suspicion.

While appreciating her rare sense of smell, Merea went down the road again.

While I was here, I slipped away from some men in white clothes. Meleas, who fled the scene on the verge of the first white outfits coming onstage, will not be particularly noticed, even if they differ from their reinforced white outfits.

But on the contrary, from the Merea and the others, those white outfits were unusually noticeable.

The Meleas already knew what they were going to do in that theater.

- Are those the fanatics of the 'Sisalis Nation'?

Because the fanatics fanatics and the Shaw say, they want to describe it that way, but if we fix it in a more flat way, they are followers of the 'neo-Saisaris'.

Old Sisalis - that is, the treatment of being divided from the first Sisalis, which was said to be pure poverty.

I've already heard why.

The neocracy's policy of expanding factions until the creation of a religious state was at odds with the old.

- But I don't care about that.

It's not like I don't mind at all before I was actually threatened by them in this way, but Melea now had more reason to care than that.

- You forced me to use it.

That "Queen of Enchantment".

Juliana-Ve-Rona.

Her tears and her heart, Melea found out in the narrow of that play.

After Juliana hypnotized herself using that demonic eye, Merea was listening in her awakened consciousness to the words she spun as if seeking salvation and redemption.

Only Melea was then, unlike the rest of the audience - not asleep.

"Dear Merea, how far will you go?"

"'Everywhere'. Everywhere until I help her. And explore other information if you can afford it. They may still have something similar in their nostalgia this time."

"Yes, sir."

"It's okay, I won't force you."

Merea said to reassure Marisa as she went all the way down the path indicated by Siladis.

But Marisa's face, which was behind Melea, didn't look as relieved as the hairs.

◆ ◆ ◆

- There's nothing harder to believe than the word that you don't force yourself at times like this.

Mariza was vomiting those words with a sigh in her heart.

Not really.

But that makes no mistake.

I've seen this man do things that he can't do again and again.

"Merea."

"Hmm?"

And, where Marisa sighed inside, her voice accidentally flew to Merea from the side of Siladis.

She was trying to line up her words with a somewhat reluctant rhythm that resembled Eyes as she crouched her helmet and armor.

"From now on, besides Juliana, it smells the same"

Siladis said with a little nervousness in his voice.

"Maybe someone's with Juliana"

"- I see. If you think it's hard to keep up with him, that's probably how he's pulling Juliana over there."

Melea answers.

"So maybe we found out we were after Juliana."

"Was there someone else in the audience? - Speaking of which, the upper floor of the theater was sealed off."

"Could be there"

Marisa immediately gave her consent to Melea's candid predictions.

"Then let's hurry up"

"But the position is close. Over there."

Siladis gives Melea directions with his finger pointing again.

"Okay."

Then Merea accelerated herself at once. Tough leg strength gives propulsion forward.

As Merea quickly climbed to the roof of a nearby building in a light workman-like fashion, she pushed herself from there in the direction pointed by Siladis at a rate that made her jump on top of each other.

"... Melea, it's fast"

"You don't have any moderation"

Siradis tells him like he's sick of it, and Marisa answers him with a nod to it.

"Let's hurry, too."

"Without armor, I can run the roof too..."

And that's where Siladis says he seems sorry.

She could have moved as quickly as Merea had even taken off her armor with her, but she had to do something about her trauma as a demon king to do it.

But I can't do that right away.

To the extent that I can think of and make up my mind in the first place, I am taking off my armor and so on.

"This is not where you should be forced. It's not like you don't have eyes at all, and if you don't want to look yet, just keep running."

"... yeah"

Marisa hung her words gently on Siladis like that.

The voice itself was the usual cold one, but Siladis felt strange about the care held within it, and I honestly appreciated it.