Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Shaw looked at the demon kings fighting on the front line in a fed up manner, "No, no, I don't like brain muscle," but in response to Marisa's odd words, he now looked back with his eyes pointed.

Turning a surprising glance at Mariza as to what to do, Mariza at the time was stopping by the eyes in a streamlined motion, kneeling on one knee.

He was in a grumpy position.

"Dear Eyes,"

"What? What? Dear...?

"That's right. I now certify you as my Second Master."

"What? - What!?"

Suddenly, Eyes was freaked out and frightened.

Next door, Shaw says, "Wow... this is tyranny..."

But Marisa didn't mind Shaw's reaction, she went on to say.

"Master Eyes isn't very good at fighting, is he?

"Ugh, yeah, just... duh"

"Then I will impose on myself to safely take Lord Eyes to the foothills of Spiritual Mountain (at the foot). As a deadbeat maid. - Yeah, as a deadbeat maid."

"Why did you say it twice? Is it that important there?" Such a tsukomi of Shaw was played into a mysterious space that spread between the two of them.

Mariza's face was as faceless and doll-like as ever, but her eyes seemed to sparkle somewhat to Eyes.

"Oh, um..."

"Don't you like it?

"Ah... please... I will"

For a moment, only Eyes was discerning the sad color on Marisa's face.

And Eyes, who had spotted it, was snorting by accident.

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I was never going to say no.

Eyes was aware that he had no power to fight, so the offer was truly appreciated.

But aren't other demon kings full of their own hands?

The reason Eyes couldn't answer right away was because he had such thoughts.

- Guys, the hard part is the same... right?

That's what I thought, and I was going to dilute my presence as much as I could.

It's bad for them if you let them care.

Let them think about surviving first, and if they can afford it, let them give us a hand.

The desire to live was also real, but the anticipation that someone might be in danger of life because of me was weighing enough to hold back my thoughts like that.

Between the two thoughts, Eyes was drifting.

- It's the last one, okay.

I can't help anyone.

I don't have that power.

So, I want your help, but it's the last thing you need.

Eyes thought so.

There,

A doll-like beauty named Mariza has reached out.

Besides, it was a hand with a slightly more forceful color, as if to say 'let me help you'.

Then if that's what you're saying,

"Me too - because I want to live. If Mr. Mariza reaches out, I will grab your hand."

Eyes and I wasn't humble enough to pay for it there.

From the hand of Marisa, who grabbed it with disappointment, the power returns.

Mariza smiled slightly so that she could only see Eyes,

"It's my pleasure. I saw a thirst for raw life worthy of being my second master. In order to realize my dream of becoming a deadbeat maid, Eyes must live. It looks like your 'first master' doesn't need to be taken care of in battle, so I'm going to work as a maid of honor with Eyes' safety first in battle."

…… I don't know, but, oh, thank you...?

Eyes had a troubled grin on Marisa with some question marks over her head as she wore her little neck like a small animal.

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"Now let's make a calculation from here down to the foot of Spiritual Mountain. - The Golden Victim there."

The somewhat enthusiastic look that Marisa was giving Eyes turns into an icy look in an instant between turns.

"Hey, the temperature difference in the way I treat you is intense..."

"Hurry up and give me your hand for Eyes."

"In the end it was me!

"I'll go down myself if you can't use it. But I'll use it if you seem to be available."

"I think that's usually the word you say in your heart"

"Oh, was it in your mouth"

Probably no more sarcasm. Shaw realized that.

Therefore,

"- I get it, I get it. I've kind of been wondering if I've been possessed by a plague god or a poor god since I climbed Lindholm Spiritual Mountain. While you were interacting in mysterious spaces, I thought about it a lot myself, so let me explain it to you."

That's how Shaw turned his gaze under his eyes.

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"First of all, Mooseg's sent assassins, that won't be all. Mooseg's army is famous for its abundance, but also for its large numbers. It's hard to imagine that that's all I've ever broken in pursuit of a demon king."

"Is that a scourge?"

"- Probably. You sent a team with fast legs to see how it went. Powerful reconnaissance, that's what I think. If so, you will definitely see that there is a main unit a little further down the spiritual mountain"

"Then it's foolish to go east."

"No, I'll go east on that"

"... why?

Mariza frowned.

He's good at the look of disgust.

"You don't mind being chased from multiple directions by multiple forces, do you? Either way, it's no different to being chased, so it's still better to focus your attention on Mooseg.

Yeah, when I try, it seems like Mooseg is a weak country because of our 'Lord', but because he's definitely the superior in power relations between states. Let them be 'walls' against other nations. "

"And then what? On the other side, there's Mooseg's country, right?

"We just have to bypass it so we don't grab it. Slightly to the south, there is the Remusse Kingdom, and at this point you may want to look at the glory of the country's past."

Shaw continued, laughing sarcastically with his nose.

It was sarcasm about myself, which was the only place I could find myself, and a laugh in the name of the Demon King who created that situation.

"What a full expression!"

I won't deny it.

Shaw laughed again.

My eyes were serious, but there was some optimistic color to shrug my shoulders to show.

I said this to Shaw with a body like Marisa's last question.

You're a merchant, aren't you?

"Yes."

"If it's for money, it's really utilitarian, it's rational."

"- Yeah."

"Would you risk your life for money?

"I don't want to hang it, but if I die, I can't make money, so is life a priority first"

"So at the end of the day, that's how you decide you should use the power of other demon kings to help?

"Yeah, sure."

"- Good, then believe in your rationality as a merchant. Your manoeuvres, which require the power of the Demon King, are creditable because you know you are a Golden Deceased."

"It's a terrible thing to say - well, let's just say it."

Shaw smiled bitterly.

It was a strange grin that made me feel a good young man's freshness and a nowhere old cunning.

"- So on top of that, what method are you going to take?

Marisa asked Shaw about specific measures.

"I use earth and pure gold coins to smell metal 'ships'."

Listening to Shaw's words, Marisa also expressed an obvious surprising color on her face.

To its complexion, on the top of a mountain without even such shards of water. I didn't expect to hear the word 'ship' - a surprise and

"This guy may be turning into gold to the contents of his skull after all"

Such a concern about the 'contents of the skull' of this golden deceased, who had spoken a different language, was riding on the dew bone as brilliant (like this).

……

And Marisa was showing her maid, a serious curse (often), to her neighbor's golden deceased.

It was such an unusual gaze of aggression that if something weak in my mind was seen with it, I would happen to break my heart.

"Ha......, I knew I had a little concern.... to clear up that concern, let's hear it with excitement. Here, go ahead, go ahead."

"I've never seen such an arrogant maid...!

Shaw was Shaw, and he seemed to be getting used to the way he dealt with Marisa.