Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Merea still couldn't keep up with the changes that had happened to her.

But still, Merea, after a few moments, switches consciousness.

Merea looked at Kleilut with a golden tear.

"I don't know, it is. A ritual or something?

Clyroute, stared into Merea's eyes, tells Merea with a fearful grin.

"Saana."

Merea answered it with an invincible grin.

……

Then, Kleilut shows the motion of holding hands again.

The Secret Ceremony of the Thief King.

"Eh."

Merea shook her head in the opposite direction.

"I knew I could see it. I don't even know if I have an entity in this."

It's as if he sees the logic of the procedure. Kleilut snapped as she sweated from her forehead.

"Either way, if this happens, it looks like we're gonna have to do it without this."

While saying it, Kleilut was aware of how reckless it was.

The opposing Merea slaps her hand again, ignoring the golden tears that pound and fall to the ground.

"The White Thunder of Thunder God" was reloaded onto his body and he took a combat stance.

Merea's next anomaly appeared in her body there.

"Eh."

It lifts my breath.

The usual surgical development.

But when I did, my body was heavy.

- What the hell.

Increases heat around the eyes.

And the next moment,

- I see...

Too much.

Merea captured 'what is inherently invisible' in its sight.

Merea saw the "Art Ceremony" in a stone wall that was in the vicinity of no change of philosophy.

- Feeling, evil, yes.

Once you realize that, you begin to see the surgical formula in the different objects that enter your vision.

Water from walls, trees and fountains. Kleilut's clothing, a knife thrown down on the ground.

A slight amount of surgical formula is absorbed into the brain at a time.

A strong pain ran on her head and Merea accidentally meditated on her eyes.

"I knew you were a dangerous junkie to meditate in this situation."

For a moment, Kleilut went for it.

Pull another knife out of your hips belt and dive into Merea's pocket.

"Just... shut up"

But Merea sensed its proximity while enduring a headache.

Even as I meditated on my eyes, I could see Kleilut coming in from before the diagonal.

"Huh."

Handknife.

An unmitigated blow captures Kleilut's wrist.

Baki, and the sound of something breaking came through my hand.

"Guh...!

Further taking Kleilut's arm, Melea threw his body on his back as it was.

A heavily impacted Kleilut on his back coughs heavily as he falls on his back.

Still, Merea doesn't stop moving.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the "Ceremony" again on Kleilut's face, and it evoked a fear that Melea would not even gain.

This is something you shouldn't see.

I don't know why I thought so.

But Melea feels intuitive.

And impulsively, I tried to break 'it'.

"Merea!!"

But there comes a voice I'm used to hearing.

voice with the agony of lililium.

Melea finally returned to me there.

"Damn...!

Close your eyes again.

I can see that one again when I open it.

Don't look.

I'm sure that's...

"Calm down! You can keep your eyes closed!

My voice is approaching. Lilium must have rushed over.

"Lilium. No, I can't open my eyes"

"Then close it!

I could see Lilium taking her own hand and squeezing it in.

With my other hand, he's stroking my back.

"I saw something I shouldn't have seen."

"What did you see..."

"Probably -"

Merea couldn't deny it in the instinctive part, while judging by reason that it was impossible.

"All the events of the world can be expressed in a ceremony"

The words once spoken by Flander were resurrected behind Merea's brain.

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I saw the Human Ceremony.

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Merea-Mere put his hand on a dimension that could not even reach him that day.

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Then a while later, Merea finally got her breathing ready.

"Are you okay?"

"Probably..."

Intense tiredness.

Maybe the shortness of breath as much as just now is due to these eyes.

"Eyes, can you open them?

"... I'm still a little scared"

The golden tears stopped at some point.

But Merea still can't open her eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I feared that I would see the ceremony again in Lilium's face beside me.

"Slowly, open it just a little bit. You can't just keep meditating on your eyes."

"... yeah"

Merea never opens her eyes thinly.

Lilium was on his left.

So turn your face to the right so her face doesn't fit into your sight.

"Big...... looks sturdy"

When I opened my eyes, there was no ceremony there.

Like earlier, I don't even see a ceremony in every thing in my sight.

Then I looked at Lilium, probably more, and was heartily relieved that her worried face looked normal.

"Good......"

"What happened?"

"I don't know either."

Smile powerless. I had to laugh at the changes I couldn't keep up with my own understanding.

"Eyes, haven't you gotten weird?

Merea asked Lilium.

The opposing Lilium stares into Merea's eyes with a serious look on her face.

"The surgical pattern is floating..."

I can't see any particular change just looking from the side.

A little later, however, Lilium frowned, as she had found out.

"Wait. … a little bit of a change of technique."

Lilium has had Merea write the procedure in order to decode the procedure that resides in Merea's body together.

At that time, I also rewrote the "Devil's Eye of the Surgical God" technique on paper.

The original demonic eye is almost complete at the same time as the expression.

Especially those expressed abruptly because of the extreme power of man, like the Magic Eye of the Surgical God, have a strong tendency to do so.

That's a little different from the general "technique" that people's reason and will produce.

"Go home. I don't know if I can compare it to what you wrote, but you might have more letters than before."

"I guess it's because of the" cause of the dragon god (Karel-Noosa)... "

"I'm not sure that's exciting either. Anyway, you get some rest."

Lilium says.

But Merea didn't shake her head vertically.

"No. I care about the Servis."

Then Kleilut raised his voice around it.

Kleilut still fell on his back to the ground, looking up at the sky.

"I think you mean the boy with the cream-colored hair just now"

Lilium was sure to stare at Clyroute, who raised her voice, and set herself up with a "Crimson Flame of Life" lit on one hand.

"Don't worry about it. I haven't got my hands on them."

Kleilut continued with a small spill, "Oh, come on, the prank's behind it," he said.

"I saw them near the east gate of Lemuse. An orange-haired girl and a boy with blurry robes on his wings? - I guess I'm with you. It wasn't easy to tell if she was a man or a woman.... Anyway, it looks like they were having a fight over 'Who Faces Lady Melea Best'"

Kleilut coughed loudly again and smiled on his face.

So finally, Melea exhaled.

"Then why didn't you say so from the beginning? If I told you that, it wouldn't have happened so much."

Merea looks at Kleilut's broken hand and says it looks like one evil.

"I told you earlier. I have my criteria. [M] - But, well, I guess I did a little too much. It's my bad habit."

With that said, Kleilut woke up physically.

Covering a broken hand, he sometimes stands up leaking a distressed voice.

"Not that I'm allowed to apologize now, but I'll apologize properly. - I'm sorry."

Hostility had already been lost from the red-haired Demon King.

I can feel sincerity from him apologizing, even though he wraps up some drifting air, as if he were born.

"That's kind of not working. Then I'm the bad guy. I'm angry with myself for adding or subtracting my own twist"

Kleilut says so, widening the knife that fell to the ground at the hands of those who were safe, falling into the sheath.

Then I looked at Merea again and said I was sorry.

"Really, I'm sorry. Hopefully you'll just keep missing it."

"I don't mind that..."

"Thank you."

That being said, Kleilut tried to turn his heel back.

……

Melea stared at it, and, uh...

"Are you leaving?

Retain Kleilut.

"I tried to harm you, and I don't deserve to talk to you anymore."

"- That's not true."

Merea told a decent Kleilut.

I can see no room anywhere in that figure, with my shoulder borrowed from Lilium.

"I'm the one who decides if I'm qualified. Especially those who win the battle are more or less given some right"

Kleilut looked at Melea even more pompous.

"I mean, you lose trying to harm me, you have a duty to follow my advice."

"Awesome theory. Well, it's not off-the-box."

Kleilut, saying so, was visionary of the gray-haired man with an invisible vessel at the bottom.

"And if you just do me harm and you're disqualified, some Demon Kings who belong to the Union of Demon Kings will be disqualified as well."

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"Heyyyyy!!"

"Let it go, Alter! At least cover it with your hands when you sneeze!

"I'm sorry, sister! It was an unexpected sneeze!

"You got a cold!? I'll get it because that maid was sourcing cold medicine earlier."

"Really!? You're so sweet today, sister! Probably snow tomorrow!

"Sometimes you say something worse than me..."

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Melea approached Kleilut and gently slapped her on the shoulder.

"Whatever, let me talk to you first. I'm not really smart enough to give you the answer right now, but I can do enough to listen."

Kleilut knew that the first step in listening to that story was what was most sought after by those called the Demon King in this world.

"Are you sure?"

Kleilut asked Merea to hesitate.

Merea responds with a smile.

Kleilut noticed a stiff hot seep in his chest.

"You have a wide bowl."

Probably more than anyone I've ever met.

"That's not true. My vessels are always full. - But I have company to pick up the spilled water, so it's full, but I can pick up the droplets that fall off again at will."

Melea said so, shy of her head.

Then, around it, another voice comes from afar.

"Hey, hey, sorry to keep you waiting. Do you feel good?

It was the fox-faced young man with blonde hair who came with a floating grin to the three of them.

The moment that voice arrived, Lilium, who was a little far away, blatantly flaunted his face.

"Hey, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I found an interesting product along the way. - Oh, it looks like it's over, doesn't it?

"You threw it at me, Shaw."

"Huh? What are you talking about?

Shaw-Jules Sherwood, that person.

As Shaw walked over to Melea and Kleilut's side, he looked at the two alternately in a groan.

"I knew you were the Demon King. I was actually pretty thrilled when we ran into each other over there, wasn't I? I'm fragile, so if we get along properly, it's a bummer!

"The Alchemist" said with a big gesture.

Shaw, you threw it at me.

"Is that it? You're surprisingly persistent this time? Merea."

Shaw openly answers Melea, who has thrown the same word again.

"Ha..."

"Sort of looks like it turned out well, and good - ahhh!! Hey, Miss Lillium! My flank meat will tear! Hmm! It's been a long time since I felt this feeling!

Soon, Lilium circled behind Shaw and connected Shaw's flank from above that garment.

She has blue muscles standing on her forehead, and those raised brows are more angled than usual.

"You'll preach later."

"Er..."

Shaw groaned at Lilium's words, which were unleashed with force without being allowed to say whether or not.