Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Looks like Mr. Lillium isn't back yet."

"Right. Looks like Marisa and Mira are still here. There's only one way, are we eating first?"

Merea and Servis were returning to the inn in the Blue Rose section one foot away.

The Iaus night is just beginning, but it's also a problem to act too unsolicited than even dispersed and moving. I can't move for my people when I have to.

"But there was a delicious meat restaurant along the way."

Merea remembered the meat restaurant she saw while walking in the Blue Rose compartment and decided to go there with Servis.

"Is that the Palook Fantasy Restaurant?

"Yeah, that."

"They're famous for the shops where getestuff lovers go over there..."

"Uh."

"There's a lot of meat from the abscess creatures that normal people don't talk about..."

"It's okay, it's okay, Dijoub"

"Master Melea is fine, but I may not!!"

This can't stop Melea from happening.

Servis knows Melea very well when she gets younger but sometimes younger than herself.

Not anymore when curiosity shines in your eyes.

"There must be some delicious meat."

"That's a word that won't come out unless you anticipate that the meat that doesn't taste good makes up the majority."

"There is no meat worse than ice meat in Lindholm Spiritual Mountain"

"Lady Merea has a very low hurdle of meat..."

Not much I could say about Elma.

The Lord of these Demon Kings is a man who can swallow more than one poison.

Alongside the unfortunate beauty of the Demon King's Sword (Maane Emery), which is said to have a steel stomach, this Lord is also the owner of a futile adventurous desire for the end of the world with regard to food.

"Oh yeah, let's at least take the cult one on the road..."

That's why Servis rushed to the room next to the inn.

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Open the door without even knocking, and give voice to the (Spirit Emperor) cult of whether he was leaving a message.

"Cult! We're going to dinner!

"Hmm? Oh, Servis, I was home."

"You didn't notice..."

"haha"

The "Spirit Emperor" cult was sitting by the window of the room with his usual nagging grin.

Glowing beads I'm used to seeing around my body.

Weaving a blurry robe conceded from Melea, he is still in tune with the Spirit today.

"More than that, see, rice is rice"

"Uh, that was a good place right now."

"What the..."

"There's an interesting spirit in this city. Meet me there just now. We've been talking for a long time."

The cult opens the window of the room and reaches for the sky, where a slight cloud illuminated by moonlight floats.

Then some unfamiliar purple beads of light approached the end of the cult's stretched hand.

"This kid is growing up so much. Doesn't that look like Servis, too?

"Oh, oh."

It's the first time I've noticed discomfort when I was told.

Apart from the constant beads of light drifting around Servis until now, I had never seen the Spirit clearly in this way.

Cult said, 'It's always because you're such a big spirit flying around me,' but still it just looks like a glowing bead to Servis.

Melea also said recently that she "barely looks human" but still would feel the same.

"I think there's a place nearby that's easy for the Spirit to live. - What is it, The Forest of the Knower?

"That's the only kind of forest you had."

And I heard Merea from behind Servis on the pretend.

"He said it was a forest where not many people would step in. At last there is a Lord in the woods."

Merea also seemed surprised to see the purple beads of light at the tip of the cult's hand.

I keep my eyes round and the ball moves.

"Yeah, it seems so. So maybe he knows a lot about the Demon King."

"Oh, is that true?

"Spirits don't lie like humans."

It led from an unexpected line to the Demon King.

I also eat a little melea.

"But he doesn't seem to see me much because he hates humans"

"Isn't the lord of the forest of intellectuals a human being, to put it that way?

"Yeah. Even winged creatures."

"Wings..."

That alone doesn't narrow it down to the type of organism.

"Cult, if it were you, would you see me?

"I don't know. Sure, I'm a favorite of all sorts of creatures, but I don't necessarily think so about 'him' either. 'Cause' he 'seems a little different from normal creatures and spirits."

……

Merea thinks with her hands on her chin.

"Oh, I think maybe Merea should go"

And suddenly the cult told Merea with a bare gesture exactly as he had just heard from the Spirit at hand.

"Melea, I think I smell something similar to what 'he' likes to smell."

"Smell..."

"It's the same human smell that used to be close to 'him'."

I don't know more and more.

"Right. Then let's go to the forest of intellectuals later."

In the end, Merea decides to go to the woods herself.

I still want to avoid letting the cult go alone to places I don't know what to do.

There is a possibility that danger is lurking.

"Then take me with you."

"Oh, okay."

Cult said to Melea with a nostalgic smile.

"Well, let's just get this over with and go to dinner."

Yes, it was right after Merea said it.

"'Killier' Chan!

From outside the inn comes the voice of a woman with luster.

I walked over to the side of the cult with a fun grin as I looked out the window upstairs from the inn one foot away, and Melea looked out as well.

"Good living boy, I've found you!

In the alley of the inn's table, you can see Mira waving dressed in a luxurious dress.

And next door is an unfamiliar blonde youth.

And finally, behind him, there's Mariza in a purple dress who's somehow pushing her anger to death.

"I don't know, I think Mira and Shaw's methods are somewhat alike..."

That woman shortens the process in a different way than Shaw.

He may be an excellent stepper in a way.

It's just that when you see Mariza trembling her fist as a mess behind you,

"Is it incompatible..."

It was Merea who couldn't help but think so.

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The blonde looks at this one with a strangely determined look.

Did Mira blow you into anything?

"I wonder what's going on"

Melea twinkles with her head to do it.

"He wants to duel Kirie!

Mira said pleasantly from the alley on the table.

"Duel."

Melea puts her hands by the window and looks downstairs blurry.

"Okay. Fine."

That's what Melea replied in the end.

It's about Mira. I wouldn't let them form a duel that doesn't make any sense at all.

- Though, you don't look like a martial artist if you feel like it.

Melea looks at the youth from upstairs and makes such a decision.

I'm never weak, but I couldn't feel anything like the unique intimidation of a martial artist or combatant from him.

"… give it a try"

And Merea showed her a trick that was inadvertent.

I meditate on my right eye, mostly, with a cheek wand by the window.

"Go."

Immediately afterwards, Melea's body filled with black foggy magic.

"Servant of the Shadow God (Johan-Araquez)"

From the stone floor stared at by Merea, who opened her eyes again, a shadowy black human form appeared.