Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Stroll wide inside the majestic interior royal castle.

- You've made a lot of noise here, too.

Many people cross Merea's horizons.

Civilian rushing around in a hurry with a bunch of paperwork.

A soldier in armor in charge of guarding the castle.

Visitors from other countries dressed in luxurious looking costumes.

It was an unthinkable outing from the very beginning when we were based in Lemuse.

"I can't lose"

Melea snaps happily and takes another step forward.

After a while, I reached between the sights behind the royal castle.

Next to the large door stands two Remusse soldiers, showing a somewhat profound tribute to see the Meleas.

"I've been waiting for you, Lady Melea"

"Do you mind if I come in like this?"

"Yes, I'm fine.... I was initially planning to do this look in the office, but the..."

Two, one military man saw an arkham with a rope tied behind Merea.

With that gaze of motion, Melea also perceives what he will not say.

"Bringing outsiders to Harsim's private room is just as good."

That's a thief, too.

"I'm sorry I made you worry so much."

Merea smiled bitterly and took a step forward.

Along with that, the two gatekeepers open the door.

Merea's heart danced before her long meeting with Harsim, albeit in a somewhat tough place.

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Beyond the large door was filled with white sunlight.

During the sight, most of the walls of the room are glazed and overlook the green garden of the royal castle.

Merea slowly advanced over the red carpet as she narrowed her eyes to the light coming out of that glass window.

"You were late."

Then came the voice.

"I'm not as handy as you."

"Haha, lie"

Merea grinned with a grin and turned her gaze toward her voice.

The back side between the glances.

On the stairs about five steps, there is a throne.

But the voice wasn't released from it.

It was released from the same height, not from 'above'.

"Whatever it is, let's start by praising you for being back safe. I hear there's a lot going on over there."

And finally, Merea captured a shadow in the sunlight.

This silver silver armor is lightweight, yet of good quality.

Every time a king-like fine cloak speaks out, it's shaking small.

Bright brown hair is a lot longer than when we first met.

"It helped in Virginia, Harsim. The letter you delivered was helpful."

"Tell Lilium if you're grateful. Nothing would have worked if he hadn't moved. - Well, I might have been able to pay you back some of this."

The eyes of the sea blue (aqua blue) were gleaming with prank, but with a strong will.

Harsim-Kurd-Remusee.

The young king, unchanged, was a friend of the demon kings.

"Others are safe, more importantly."

Harsim walks over to Merea and the others in a relaxed walk.

The demon kings drooped their heads small on Hershem, then laughed with pleasure.

"Oh, my God, you've been like a king for a while."

"Your hair's stretched, too."

"Is that the new king of Lemuse..."

The voices raised by the demon kings contain admiration and surprise in each one.

"There will be stories to accumulate. I mean, it's on me. So let's do something first."

Then Harsim, who approached the Merea's five steps away, accidentally saw Arkham-Strauss, the leader of the Black Bell Brigade, who was behind Merea.

"Did you say Arkham?"

"Yes."

Arkham looked up into Harsim's sea blue eyes, and at the next moment...

"... 'Your Majesty'"

I laughed powerlessly like I gave up something and drooled my head (like this).

"You, too, have had a lot of adventures trying to plunder the Demon King."

"After all, these people are demon kings"

"Yes."

Harsim nodded and glanced at Merea slightly before continuing.

"- Defeated the Prince of the Black Country in the Battle of Zainas, the White God."

"White God..."

"Or would it be better to say" demon gods "to people like you?"

"Oh... rumor is, no"

Now Arkham looks up about Merea and laughs like he's given up again.

"If you knew" Demon God, "wouldn't you guys have worked the loot?

Harsim asked Arkham an honest question.

"... No, what do you think? Even if I knew, I might have stuck it right in there."

"Think of the enemy?

"About half.... because it's basically something we don't, such as fighting decently. If you were just going to steal it, you might have decided it was possible."

"So what about the other half?

"of the situation, out of a state of urgency"

"Ho."

Harsim curls his eyes curiously.

The opposing arkham began to talk as if he had cut the weir.

"These days the eastern continent has become an uninhabitable land for thieves like us. Firstly, security within the realm of the Kingdom of Lemuse has been tightened. It's your feat, Your Grace."

"Hmm."

Harsim nods small with his hands on his chin and his mind in the air.

"Secondly, in the realm west of Lemuse, the eyes of the" Kingdom of Museg "are harsh. Mouzeg is a single nation, but its interior is close to ours.... take, steal, make everything your own. In other words, it 'competes'. And when you compete with that black country, vulnerable thieves like us are instantly eaten to death."

"I guess."

Harsim answered with a true face.

"So once we entered the Southern Continent to make a living on another continent,"

"Is that why I didn't see you these days?"

"Yes."

Harsim arms up.

Melea was also reacting with a frown on the side to the word Southern Continent.

"But the southern continent wasn't doing well again."

"... the Sisalis."

"That's right, I'm familiar"

"Though it's another continent, it's close, Sisalis is. And..."

Harsim looks at Merea again.

Melea was also gazing at Harsim again.

"There was a lot going on. - But I see. So he came back to the Eastern Continent again."

"Yes."

"I know what's going on."

Harsim exhaled with her nose and felt comfortable.

"So,"

Merea sees Arkham's body trembling at the edge of her sight in words released by Harsim to return to the story.

"I don't have time to confess my sins to you on this occasion. And about the sentence."

"... Yes"

Arkham lay his eyes down and drowned his head as if apologizing to something.

"Repeated burglary in Remusee territory. In addition, I have done harm to the people. Miraculously, there have been no deaths."

Arkham had a slight relief that confirmation had been taken from the Lemuse side.

But that's not a relief from the prediction that your sentence will be lighter.

It was a relief that our insistence on not only killing was protected at the edge of the line.

- And then, I don't mind a maximum sentence.

Arkham was tired of this business.

"It is a fact that I have avenged the kingdom of Lemuse. So, to you..."

Arkham strives to pretend to be calm.

Prepared for the next word to come out.

"Orders ten years of service in the Union of Demon Kings (Meer-Nesaiah)"

"............ what?

Arkham didn't immediately understand what he was told.

I look up at Harsim with an unexpected suspicious face.

The opposing Harsim was laughing like a prank.

"Encourage me at best. - You may not understand, but this sentence is probably heavier than death. From now on, you will probably be sent to an intense land." It was better to die then, "he regretted," to live. "

"Oh, in awe, let me tell you again.... hard work, is it?

"That's right. Well, I don't know much about it. I know these demons better than I do."

Harsim said with his thumb up Melea.

"And I won't allow you to die on the way beyond ordering ten years of hard work. Whatever. Live and be useful for ten years. After that, do as you please."

With that said, Harsim turned her heels back just to say that the conversation was over.

"After ten years, this lemusee is also bigger than it is now. Let's get bigger than we can do with the act of pillaging in its territory."

That's a lot of bullshit.

What can you do in just ten years?

That was the arkham I wanted to say, but somehow Harsim's words had the power to make me want to believe.

"Oh, and"

I'll add as I recall Harsim keeping his back to Arkham.

"The Rouit Orphanage, which was on the northwest border with the Kingdom of Kushana, was moved to an empty house near the Royal Castle. At the fall of the former king, the noblemen, who had good mouths, left the house. Surprisingly, it's empty around Royal Castle."

"Hey, why, Luit, name the orphanage?"

"I was informed by my men that the orphanage often produces talented people. But you're from the Louit orphanage, too. - Anyway, along the northwest border is also close to Mouzeg. You don't have to leave a treasure trove of talent in such a critical position."

"Really?"

"That's really all. Okay, back off, I don't want to talk to you anymore. And then follow the orders of the demon kings there. You can defy them if you want, but the demon kings there have an alliance with the kingdom of Lemuse. Remember, defying the Demon King's Union is synonymous with defying Lemuse."

Saying so, Hersim returns to the throne once.

When I sat in that glorious chair in a familiar motion, I waved one hand and told Arkham to 'leave'.

Then, now Merea turns to Arkham and raises her voice.

"Untie the rope. - Elma, Siladis, take Arkham with you."

"Okay."

Hearing Melea's words, Elma tried to pull out the Devil's Sword.

However, the rope that was tying the arkham is cut first with a hand knife gently shaken by Merea.

Arkham was no longer even surprised by that amputation, which was easily carried out.

I finally felt clearly able to recognize that what was next to me now was an immeasurable monster in my common sense.

"Okay, then we'll wait outside first. Juliana, Zarath, Alter, come outside after you put your face through Harsim. Let's take you to Startree Castle."

That's what I'm saying, Elma takes Arkham.

Siladis and Eyes also followed it, and left between the sights.

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"Well, that's a new face. Were there three demon kings in Virgilia?"

After confirming that the Elmas had left, Harsim told them to be amused.

"Two, to be exact."

"I see. - Let's hear it exciting. As I said, I have a lot to tell you."

Harsim finally rose from the throne there and began to descend the stairs again.

"Damn, ever since I became king, I've been more concerned about the formality"

From Harsim, who comes down with that said stretch, the tattered atmosphere has disappeared until just now.

"You look great."

"I see it as something that has loaded up a lot of bad sarcasm practice in Virginia. The city of art seemed like an out-of-the-box place."

"I don't deny it was vulgar, but the irony comes from the beginning"

"More unfortunate."

"Don't you say that."

and Melea walked in the direction of the throne with a grin on her face, greeting Hershem.

The two of them approach each other one step closer - giving them their hands at the same time.

"Well done and back, Melea"

"You too, Harsim."

The two take each other's offered hands and shake hands with a soft grin.

At that time the two were like friends to each other, everywhere rather than the king of a country and the Lord of the Demon King.