Hyaku Ma No Aruji

187 words:

How many times would I have heard that voice?

How many times have you heard a heartbreaking old story from that mouth?

Born on a windy western continent, a rare hero who unwittingly suppressed a number of evil deeds and was stung by a fierce arrow of 'misunderstandings' created by people at times, and still tried to save someone.

The man, who suffered the aftermath of the 'war' more heavily than Flander, was once called the 'Wind God'.

- Really, is it you?

In Melea there was joy, sorrow and anger.

- Really, if it was you, I...

Merea was meditating her eyes unaware.

I hold her downstairs in an attempt to protect Lilium from the impact of the blast of the Black Dragon of St. Berceus.

If whoever unleashes the exact same surgical formula from the other side is an 'enemy', it is surely such a lapse that the English spirits make him meditate with that enemy on his back to his eyes.

"Merea......"

I heard Lilium's worrying voice in my ear.

I could see her hugging her body hard.

Perhaps, with her brilliant brains, she perceived her present inner self.

- It's okay.

I tried to answer that, but it doesn't make me a voice.

- It's okay.

Twice, I spilled the word in my heart.

"I know. I know..."

Merea told herself to tell her to finally get up on her knees.

Gently slap Lilium on the back twice and tell him "it's okay now".

I breathed heavily as I stood up.

"I care about Mira and the others. More than this, there could be other Mooseg assassins taking action."

So we have to get out of here early and make sure our people are safe first.

But...

"Probably won't get away with it anymore"

A hero who lived a time not long before Flander has the same speed as the world's fastest hero, Celester-Barca, who lived his time.

And some heroes were superior to Celester in an attack ceremony that extensively annihilated them.

If left in the wild, the aiose is instantly swallowed by a storm.

"Here, stop"

We need to stop this place now so that the storm does not harm our people in this city.

"Melea, I'm gonna go check on Mira and the others."

Lilium said.

Merea tries to shake her head on the proposal.

Getting away from yourself means that in the meantime Lilium has to run alone through the city of Iaus.

I don't care how many Flaming Horses there are.

"It's okay, I'm here. Let this child go instead of me."

That's how Lilium developed the surgical formula.

Slightly different style from the Lilium procedure I've seen so far.

The ever red "Crimson Flame of Life" was purple this time.

"Come, the violet blue snake lion."

And the ritual becomes an event.

It was the lion of purple flames, with the head of the serpent on its tail, that Lilium produced by the secret technique of commanding life.

"It is a phantom beast that created a synthesis of the vitality of" That Child "and my vitality. She's got a lot more aggressive animal life than me, so this snake lion is pretty strong, too."

That's what Lilium says, gently stroking the head of the snake lion who appears.

The serpent lion rattled his throat like a connected cat, but the purple flames that flooded his body covered the calories of not even burning out the air.

"Go, find and protect everyone."

Lilium said, the serpent lion rang his throat again and ran off the spot.

"Well."

Lilium corrects the collar and sees Merea.

"I can see you now."

At the tip of her finger, the dust rising sight is almost clear with a blast between as many black dragons as she just pointed out.

"'I'm here'"

That empowers Melea.

It was salvation for Melea at this time to have a presence on her back that she had to protect.

If she were alone, Merea might not have been able to confront him for real.

Because even if I knew with my head, the love Melea received from them was not much of a parallelism.

"Okay. Then I..."

As the head of the Demon King's Union, let's stand here as those who live in this day and age.

And Melea, she met him.

◆ ◆ ◆

"Thank you, Melea. We've been waiting a long time, haven't we?

"I know, Van. Long time no see."

◆ ◆ ◆

Silver green hair.

Beauty that leaves the boy in the shadow.

Wind-shaking ear decorations are wind-cut wings of an owl.

Him - Van Esther, the "wind god", stood in the land of Aios of this era, looking just a little younger than when he was once in Spiritual Mountain.

"Well, this way you can resist the Necromancer Ceremony somewhat because the operator isn't near me."

"Van can talk, right?"

"'Tied' is weak. Perhaps there are other English spirits besides me who call and bind to this world."

Van said in a floating tone somewhere, no different from that day.

"Well, in that tone, you met someone other than me, didn't you, Melea?

Van raises one eyebrow and asks with a slight angle of mouth.

I'm having some fun with that.

"Yeah."

I'm not exactly exchanging words.

But I guess you're right when it comes to meeting him.

I met Celeste.

"Ooh, was that stubborn fool first? Haha, did you call me" stupid "again?

Van opened his mouth wide and laughed.

The pleasant voice and its laughter were like innocent children.

Once upon a time, other English spirits used to say, 'Your grin looks a lot like Van's'.

"No, Celeste didn't seem to be able to speak the language. Next door was the Necromancer."

"Uha, don't pull the poverty lottery as usual, that guy. That's what happens because you're always face to face."

Van still doesn't move a step off the spot.

There would be twenty steps in the number of steps, but Van doesn't make it slight, as if he's trying not to move off the spot.

Merea somehow figured out why.

"... I've been talking a lot more, but I've been called out of nowhere, and I'm in a lot of a mess."

Van shrugged his shoulders and sighed deliberately.

Called.

In that word Merea slightly anticipates the nature of the necromancy ceremony.

"Van is sweet."

Melea says with a grin she used to turn to him many times.

"And you're strong after all. He informs me, despite being in such a state. He resists the ritual with his tough will to withstand the constraints of an unquestioned necromancy ceremony and not engage in an unquestioned attack. As a result, I had time to prepare my mind."

"Haha, as always, you're too conjectural, and you're not cute in that kind of place. I'm honestly delighted that I'm caught up in plagiarism."

Van put his arms together and shook his head "Oh man".

Then he scratches his head a few times, hands on his hips and says in a slightly conceited manner.

"Well, I'm a genius. I can't afford to fight a ceremony like this."

Melea knew it was a lie.

"But well, because this is how I was able to come down to this world, it's not a bad idea to see how much you can do"

Van's lies are easy to understand.

"So, Melea, it's been a long time since we fought."

His lies are all caused by kindness.

"Prove the path you've taken. Let it be here."

So Merea slapped her hand, to keep that lie lying.

He also spinned the ceremony in order to launch the most iconic surgical ceremony in the issue.