Hyaku Ma No Aruji

150 Stories

Merea and the others took Kleilut, the King of Thieves, back to Startree Castle.

On the road, Merea was sure to care about her eyes, but I could find the Servis who were arguing in front of Startree Castle that she was going to have to, and lose the look on her anxious face.

"Servis."

"Ah, Master Merea! Welcome home!

Servis rocked his cream-colored hair and ran over to Merea.

"Good -. Lara used her time because she was reluctant. I thought the East Gate had already slipped, and I was coming back to the castle."

"What? Because you lost your bet, you looked like a loser, didn't you?

Then a step behind comes Lara, the orange-haired (Yanggod).

She pulled Servis' ear with a musty look and then circled her eyes when she realized that there was Lilium next to Melea.

"Is that it? Was Master Lilium with you?

"There's a lot going on. Oh, and you guys can preach later."

"What!?"

Lilium accidentally said she seemed in a bad mood.

Lara and Servis were frightened by that expression and words, "Hino," he said, "Is that it? You, too?... I wonder if there are other victims... 'I see them with a soggy face.

"Merea, welcome home"

Then at the end came the [Spirit Emperor] cult and said to Melea as she floated a fluttering glowing bead around her body.

"How you been, cult"

"Yeah. I'm fine. The spirits are also very well here. I think it's because I'm getting lively with Remusee."

"Right."

The glowing yellow-green beads drifting around the cult flew beside Merea in a fluffy and light manner, and danced around it to flash the shape of Merea.

"We're all happy. The spirits love the smell of melea."

"Ha, I don't hear spirits, but somehow, I feel like I know what emotions they have"

Merea reached out to the beads of light to mercy as she borrowed her shoulders from Shaw.

"Still, is something wrong? Sounds kind of tired though."

"Kind of. It may have something to do with seeing the Spirit more clearly than before"

Cult strapped his neck to Merea's words.

"Anyway, let's go inside once. I feel like sitting in a chair."

That's what Melea points to the castle gate at Startree Castle.

The demon kings walked into our house with their footsteps in place.

◆ ◆ ◆

Merea entered the large hall on the ground floor - a room with a throne - and sat down more and more in that chair as she borrowed Shaw's shoulder.

Take a big breath and get your breathing ready.

Then before long, the big hall door opened again.

"Melea, I've brought the Demon King!

It was Elma the Sword Emperor with small cuts to her arms and feet who came to the scene late to Merea and the others.

Next to Elma is a tall man with a tall back.

A swordsman (like) with long hair tied at the top of his head and his eyes hidden away with his forehead.

"Ah."

When I saw the man, Kleilut, who was sitting on the stairs under the throne, raised his voice.

"Muras Sharks."

"You know him?

"He came to Lemuse with me, another Demon King."

The man was dressed like a relaxed kimono, but his chest was cut open thoroughly.

Behind it are cuts that run sideways.

If this looks like it, they probably got that wound after a fight with Elma.

"Sounds like the descendant of the Knife King. He's set up a serious battle for me with a single hit. I don't know much about it because I don't have a lot of mouth, but I'm pretty sure I heard the rumors of the Demon King's Union."

I said as Elma shrugged her shoulders to do it.

"It was a good arm. I won."

Elma said proudly, with a face that seemed to say "ehem".

Merea sees it and laughs a little bitterly.

"- Well, maybe he was out of his hands. I didn't feel any killing from this man's slaughter. Maybe it was a match to see the power from the edge."

Though it was a serious battle, there was no thorough exchange of life there.

I say that Elma seems a little short, but as for Melea, I think she's safe and more than anything else.

Then a big man, standing quietly next to Elma, stepped forward and fell on one knee.

I glance at the similarly quiet drifting glance from the gap in my forehead and look up at Melea.

"... the power of the Union of Demon Kings (Meer-Nesaiah) was shown only"

The man shook the two swords he put on his left hip properly and drowned his head deeply.

"I want you to forgive my disrespect. I can only measure things like this."

The general circumstance was to see and guess what Elma looked like.

Merea looked straight at the man as he sat on the throne, then called out.

"Give me your head."

A man slowly raises his head according to Merea's voice.

Melea's red eyes shot through her eyes from between her black forehead for a few seconds.

Wordless conversations took place during those few seconds.

"Ask one question"

Melea asks without blinking.

"Can you be proud to be the Demon King"

……

The man shut up.

The answer came after that silence.

"of the Union of Demon Kings, as the Demon King."

"- Right."

Merea frowned just a little and then nodded.

"Still. - Yeah, let me ask you one more thing."

Melea laughed there and now happily.

"My sword emperor would have been strong."

In the words, the man solidified in an understandable and proper manner.

After a few seconds, the man smiles slightly at his mouth.

"Oh, it was strong. As the same swordsman, I respect"

When she heard the man's answer, Merea laughed more happily.

Elma was beside him, pointing her mouth in embarrassment.

"Then let's talk. How did you get this far? And what do you want to do now?"

"White God," he said.

"I'm ready to accept you."

Or it could have been a quick word.

Around Mariza, even to gauge the power, we may not have allowed them to once blade at the Merea's.

But when Merea allows it, Marisa stops saying anything.

They knew best that this kind of situation could happen, probably the same (Demon King).

Those who are called demon kings of this age are in easy and unbelievable conditions.

That's why I'm sure I can't help but turn my suspicious attention to those who lean on me.

Still, Merea won't stop leaning even further, even if the blade is pointed at her.

While it's all scratched up, you have to touch their hearts first.

I had decided a long time ago to take that path.

Melea laughs.

so that all sorrow can at least be alleviated a little.

Might make some of my colleagues already beside me anxious.

- Still, I'll reach out.

The will of the "White God" was cut off one or two of his arms, not shriveled.

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"So, where did you two come from?

Merea asked Servis and Cult after they sent for the demon king in the castle.

"I'm from the South. I stopped by the North before that."

"King of Thieves" Kleilut answers.

Kleilut was sitting in the prepared chair while getting Lara, the only remaining "Yanggod" on the spot, to provide first aid for her wrist among the "Trio" - commonly known as the "Triple Fool" -.

"South. Speaking of which, you were in a bad mood earlier about Sisalis."

Merea remembers what he said he heard before he crossed his fists with Kleilut.

He seemed to hate Sisalis a lot.

"Yeah. I was' solicited 'at Sisalis. If you don't have a place to go, come here. - Sisalis has recently gathered demon kings. Just like you guys."

"Ho."

Merea raised an interesting eyebrow at Kleilut's information.

"So, I was a little frightened, but once I met with the Pope of Sisalis in response to that invitation,"

Shaw now reacts to Kleilut's unleashed words.

But the reaction was very nuanced, and there was no aftertaste.

Only Merea caught Shaw's eyes narrowed thinly.

"Well, when I said I saw him, I couldn't face him."

"What do you mean?

When Merea asks, Kleilut shows her how to cover her eyes with the hands of those who are safe.

"There was a partition. On the top half of my face. I didn't know exactly what kind of face it was because it was an interview over that compartment"

"I see."

"But she was like a young girl."

Clyroute shrugs her shoulders.

After first aid for a broken wrist around there, Kleilut thanked Lara.

"Then I spoke to the Pope, and I cut them loose."

"Why not?

"Because she told me her dream story."

The look on Kleilut's face gives me a slight crease.

"No, it would still be good if it was just a dream story. From a public perspective, you have the same goals. [M] But this is how she told her dream story - it was too beautiful."

You said that then too, says Melea.

"Pope Sisalis' story of dreams was flatly lacking in every effort, consideration and will for realistic obstacles to achieving it. That's the difference between you guys."

Will for disability.

Merea and the others will not forget to be objective from a realistic point of view, even as they set it as a goal when it comes to saving the Demon King.

In particular, Merea is constantly searching for a way out of a realistic perspective, whereas changing the meaning of the word Demon King means.

In the art city of Virgilia, I got lost when saving Juliana.

That was also what happened because Merea took the positions and circumstances of the [Light Demons] Zaras seriously in the same position.

"Whatever it is, saving it on the spot isn't everything. Of course, the majority of Demon Kings would be looking for help at the moment. But some of them have to stay there because they can't stop."

Kleilut said with a serious face.

"Maybe Sisalis would ignore all those circumstances. They just have to be able to help the Demon King 'at their convenience'. Their salvation heart is so self-righteous and childish"

"I'm similar, though."

Merea replied with a bitter smile, as she nodded to Kleilut's words.

"You're not. Even if you try to help the Demon King at your own convenience, consider the circumstances that will not stop you from doing so. [M] Prepare to be resented in time, help the Demon King. So when I proclaimed myself the Demon King, you didn't immediately tell me to help."

Of course, it would be one of the reasons why I didn't know what I was good at - Kleilut adds that, and goes on right away.

"But when I tried to leave the place without saying anything, you said, 'I don't know if I can give you an answer, but let's talk'. These words are everything. You are trying to take into account our circumstances. Funny story, Sisalis doesn't have this. Ask nothing, blindly. Or blindly, say, 'Let's help' me, just the Demon King. - It's creepy."

At the end of the day, throw up.

Kleilut said as she rocked her red hair.

"I'd rather still have a little room, compared to the Demon King who lives in other critical places. I managed to acquire the art of surviving in the process of living as a demon king, though I didn't used to. I might have taken the Pope's hand back in the day. Because I wanted to stick to straw. But then I jumped the Pope's hand. When I took her hand, at the end of the day, I felt like I was losing something important. Specifically - I have gained it because I have survived this far, the power to think, the will to try to resist, that sort of thing."

Kind of a pain in the ass, Kleilut says shyly.

"Sisalis..."

"I'm guessing you ran into them in Virginia."

"You know that much?

"Nothing came from Virginia. The rumor of 'The Art of Moving' isn't the only rumor. That the pirates of" The Pirate City "have been sneaking in. That after the pirates' raid, Mooseg put in a medium-sized force as if it had been prepared in advance. And beset by the fleeing aristocrats, the white outfit of Sisalis stitched the darkness of the night. That city often gathers rumor lovers. And as it turns out, Virgilia is still independent. Surprisingly."

Virgilia, the art city, never went down to its territory after being attacked by pirates and moozegs, and was about to regain its former vibrancy.

One factor would be that Mooseg did not attempt to attribute Virgilia so enthusiastically.

"That's an 'empty city' if you open the lid. Though it is said to be an urban state, it is not strictly a country there. It's a playground for the nobles around here. It's people hired by the rich who manage the city. Or an outside person doing that kind of work for a living. In other words, there's no one in Virginia who spits blood and tries to protect the nation."

Therefore, there is not much left there when it becomes a possession.

The nobles will easily abandon that city and create another playground.

By dominating the artefacts that remain in the city and the functioning distribution network, the first may be able to receive a variety of golden-eyed objects, but once the aristocrats in the city have been hustled and told by the aristocrats of the world that Virgilia is not worthy of a playground, the value will drop once and for all.

Continuously not profitable.

"If so, it is more futuristic to preserve the culture as it is and continue to serve certain interests behind it. Museg probably took that way. I know you naturally get some rights, but I guess it's an arithmetic that doesn't actively involve Virginia's survival."

"I see."

Merea decides that Kleilut's story can be enough as one of the possibilities.

"Whatever, Sisalis pulled his hand from Virgilia once. I guess I thought the clash with Museg was premature even for them."

"But now a fire line has been drawn between the two countries. If one of you lights it, it will immediately cross the ignition line and ignite the other"

"I guess. Sisalis is very popular these days, maybe because he envisages a match against Mooseg"

Upon Kleilut's information, Merea conceived as she elbowed on the throne.

"... I'd like to take a closer look at the situation in Sisalis once and for all"

There is no longer any doubt that Sisalis is gathering demon kings.

Melea saw that in Virginia, too, and there's not much room for doubt about Kleilut's story.

If so, it is possible that there are still a number of demon kings in Sisalis like the (Light Demon) Zaras.

"Try going away again for a little while..."

Melea said it was pompous.

Then,

"No."

Merea's proposal is cut off by the sharp voice of a certain demon king.

"- Lilium"