Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"haha - it's 'real'"

The red-haired boy laughed as he sweated on his forehead.

"The blonde demon king just now was out of expectation, so I was wondering what to do. - White hair, red eyes. You overwhelmed the Moving Art of Virginia.

……

Merea didn't even hear the boy's words, let alone react.

Its eyes emit a sharp light so as to discern pale gaps in prey, without being swayed by the boy's words.

"Well, it still didn't seem like you could get away with my 'stealing'"

The boy accidentally opened his right hand and showed off the brown money bag that was gripping there.

"This is your purse. I'll give it back."

A boy throws a money bag back at Melea.

When Merea received it unconstitutionally, she gazed at it for just a moment and immediately gave it to her neighbor Lillium.

Then this time I show my hands open just like a boy, laughing all the time.

"This is your purse. Let's give it back."

"Eh."

Merea throws the money bag back at the boy the same way.

The boy looked at the contents of the bag he had received from Melea and circled his eyes plainly beside him.

"And maybe you're getting hit by that Blonde Demon King, too. You should see what's in the bag."

In fact, Merea had noticed that the boy's money bag was' not his'.

When I pulled the bag out of the boy, I saw the Sherwood Chamber of Commerce crest burnt and engraved on its bottom.

In addition, I noticed that the contents were unusually heavy.

"This..."

"There must have been a stone or something in it anyway"

Says Melea, revealing just a little bit of fun.

Melea was convinced when she saw that the boy's expression had changed to a muddled one.

"Or maybe it was really gold coins at first. But..."

Blonde Demon King - Shaw-Jules Sherwood. Its demon king's issue is "Alchemy King".

Have all the knowledge about gold and gold and use the strangest smelting techniques in the world.

In a way, the man who uses the most contradictory technique in human society is not as busy as a passing thief stealing important gold coins.

"Well, that's good"

And then Merea returned to the boy who was surprised.

"I'm going to change the question a little."

Moment after moment, Melea's snowy gray hair fluttered.

Even though the wind didn't blow, white dances and the lilyum next door slightly strengthens his shoulders, as if swayed by a wave of pressure overflowing from its body.

"Do you know a child with creamy hair and peach eyes?"

In Lemuse, a man called the "White God" became, for the first time that day, the "Demon God" throughout the city.

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The red-haired boy reacted sensitively to changes in Merea's atmosphere.

Keep that body low and fit, like a four-legged animal in a battle posture.

Still, the boy didn't break his grin even though he was gone.

"I wouldn't tell you if I knew"

said the boy.

"By the time I got here, I might have had a child like that, or maybe I'd finally gotten my hands on him"

……

Merea stares at the boy without making his expression microscopic.

"We came here following rumors from the United Demon Kings (Meer-Nesaia). If that demon king's group exists and is a trustworthy organization, it's worth trying to make contact with - think so. Well, my way of measuring if I'm trustworthy or not."

"Is that how you did it?"

"I have my way. There are criteria for judgment."

The boy makes his expression slightly worse there.

"This world is basically shit. I know how the world works right now, so I know how stupid it is to just spit beauty out there."

I don't deny it.

Melea replied in her heart.

"So I hate people who spit beauty just in their mouths like Sisalis. Besides, those guys, they're a snail by the time they're desperate to hide that they're throwing up beauty. I can think of even those sweet children."

What are you trying to say, the boy continued.

"I hate things that are too pretty. If the League of Demon Kings were an idealistic weave, I'd go somewhere else with a proper prank."

"It's your freedom."

Merea finally opened her mouth and stepped closer to the boy.

"- I see Harsim's right. My rumors are beginning to spread somewhat."

Adding that further, Merea takes a second step.

"I'm sure you have a big idea, so let's get this straight first"

Merea declared with her arms open.

"- That's right. I'm the head of the Demon King's League, Merea-Mere."

The boy looked like a 'human' Melea who proclaimed so.

Funny story, but when the boy first heard rumors about the Demon God, he didn't think it was a real person.

Someone must have made the creation. Or a god or a demon who came down to a world like shit on a whim.

The rumor was so absurd, - I couldn't imagine an entity being the Demon King.

"Right."

But looking at the real thing up close, the boy is convinced.

What I expected to be so after seeing the vulgar appearance changes here into a solid entity.

"I'm glad you look like a pretty funny person, Melea-Mere"

The boy said this time with a slightly more enjoyable grin.

"My name is Kleilut." There is no last name. He was once known as the Thief King, descended from the Demon King. "

The boy recounted the past in just a few moments.

I'll see to reality soon.

Feeling a small chest ache for not daring to say 'Descendants of Heroes', the boy pointed his surgically tattooed carved right palm at Merea.

"Let me make sure you're not just a paranoid person."

And the boy - Kleilut kicked the ground.

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Merea entered an immediate battle posture at the same time Kleilut kicked the ground.

The moment I see a surgical pattern on Kleilut's palm, the "Magic Eye of the Surgical God" is operational.

Red eyes glimpse the same color of hair trajectory - the next moment.

Vision stained black.

- Eh.

Differences I just felt.

It feels like they've taken my vision.

- No, 'stolen'.

After a second, Merea's vision opens, but she completely loses sight of Kleilut.

"Melea!"

I heard a mixed voice of lililium from the rear.

"It's okay."

But Merea didn't move.

There is no clearly linguised thought, just as if it were normal to do so, Merea's body moves to intercept the enemy.

"Huh!"

From the voices of those around him who began to blurt, Melea's ears picked up the enemy's footsteps precisely.

Diagonal rear right.

Draw a mid-kick track with your left foot at the same time as you look back with your arms vertically.

"Oh, that's right, I need you to do this much"

It was handy.

A feeling of a sharp object peeking at the surface of a vertically erected arm.

In addition, my feet rubbed something slightly.

"And it's really a human body. The knife doesn't go through to the bone."

"If you killed my meat, that's a good knife."

The moment Merea captured Kleilut's redhead in the corner of her vision, her vision dimmed again.

"But it's poisoned."

"It won't poison me."

"Interesting joke."

Merea captures exactly where Kleilut is in footsteps only.

"Can't you even hear it? Then I'll have an ear."

Shortly afterwards, the sound disappeared from inside Merea.

Even the peripheral stiffness I've heard before stops flashing.

- I see, do you steal five senses?

While ascertaining the nature of Kleilut's procedure, Merea chooses the next hand.

- If this is the battlefield, I can do as much as I want.

All over the city. I don't want to be too fancy.

Merea, considering the situation, finally activated the surgical ceremony there.

"Art Expansion - White Thunder of Thunder God (Celester-Barca)"

I didn't even hear myself, but I could feel the white thunder dwelling in my body.

Melea, applauded, then drips his hands down to the side of his body.

He was weakening his whole body as if to welcome a blow from Kleilut.

And...

- Neck.

At the moment when the cold blade was only slightly sprinkled on the left neck muscle, Merea's body moved at such a rate that it could not be perceived by a constant person.