Hyaku Ma No Aruji

213 Tales

"- It's getting interesting"

In the centre of the Sisalis, there is a castle that emits a different atmosphere.

The magnificence of the upstream district. mess in the downstream area. An incredible look mixed with those two is illuminated by myriad surgical lights.

"This country is also quite a weasel lover"

Such a castle - a reaper with long silver hair sat at the top of Sisalis Castle by the creeps.

"That girl - it's very funny to see Pope Sisalis in good shape, but what do you think?

……

The reaper asks the other standing next to him as he gives his forehead a limp with one hand.

"You can talk, right? You must be untied enough to talk, right?

The man had gray hair.

The eyes are red, and the light that dwells there is deep everywhere with a sense of reason and tough will.

The man turned his eyes to Reaper only once, then answered without moving one expression.

"I just didn't answer because I didn't want to."

"Hufu, the god of art is no less mean than the White Emperor."

Flander-Crow-Mouseg.

A hero of tragedy once called the most powerful sorcerer in the world and was born into a hegemonic moozeg and certified Demon King by his homeland.

"I hate you."

"I guess so. There's no way you prefer eagles to anyone who wants order."

The costume, rocking in the wind at high altitude, is the same aristocratic white shirt as Merea with an ash vest.

Instead, "Flander", who looks even a little younger than when he was raising Melea, finally said with a muddled look.

"I do not seek order. I just insisted on the ethics that human beings should be asked for at the very least."

"You call that order, don't you?" For people to be like people ". I'm not sure who it is, but it's definitely your hair."

"Reaper" Necroa-Belzerut makes a demonic grin under his silver hair and sees Flander again.

The corner of its mouth was unhesitatingly connected to mimic the red Three Days Moon.

"You wanted to play with words, so you loosened my bondage?

"No way."

Necroa shrugs his shoulders.

"It's not so much that I loosened my ties to it. You, if there's a gap, I'll try to invert the eagle's secret trick, too. That's a hell of a talent."

……

A number of magic lines run at Flander's feet and disappear in the middle of nowhere.

That line, which ran over and over again, was accelerating with every overlap.

"It was a bit of a failure to allow you guys free time in heaven. The eagle also missaw the kind of human talent he called a hero in wartime."

Necroa rattles his fingers pattin '.

Then, from Flander's foot, a little black twitch climbed up his body.

"Your eyes and your talents regarding the technique will not leave the Secrets of the Demon Kings untouched. If you had endured the poison and lived forever for a few more years, history might have changed."

"History remains the same. In fact, I'm dead."

"Heaven gave no two things," he said. No, is it the only one after giving you two, not exactly three, not even four? "

"... why don't you stop asking this boring question. Are you actually lonely in that way?

Flander tells him with a light grin on his face.

"Merea's much more grown up."

Moment after moment, there was a sharp gaze of reward between them.

"... well, it's going to be something we can still use while we can slap our mouths off"

Necroa slowly rises and stares at the other side from the ceiling of Castle Sisalis.

"Your unleashed magic will have taken a lot of people's lives already. That was a beautiful sight. It's like a meteor rain that plunges the world into a vortex of chaos, no less than a black wind bell that announces the end of the world."

……

"But you have more to come. Let us use it to trigger the collapse of everything after more of the world comes in chaos"

"Are you looking for the end of the world?

"- No."

Necroa turns with a grin again at Flander's inquiry.

"It's a waste of time for this wonderful world to end. And there is no way that a human being who is chaotic enough to make that world disappear. The eagle just..."

Reaper says.

"I just want to look at these confused times with my own eyes."

There is an innocent light in those purple eyes.

"The world that will be more flattened by Mooseg, the world that will be indoctrinated by Sisalis, not to mention - a world in which the demon kings at the heart of the chaos today regain their natural rights, is utterly worthless"

"... you're broken"

"There are no unbroken people. Human beings and others are originally incomplete creatures. The Dark War Era proved it."

And Necroa goes on.

"Even before that, it was more broken. But after several experiences like that, it became better to hide what was broken. I was even born into a custom where I thought it was shameful to be broken."

"That is the power of reason that man possesses. People repeat their mistakes. Still, that's not infinite."

At some point Flander, who was covered up to his upper body in a black jaw, stares at Necroa with his straight eyes.

"Come on, how about that, too. Perhaps the future will last forever, as it is. And the eagle is - it is (...) and (...) (...)"

At that time there is an unprecedented and firm light in the eyes of Necroa.

There was an obvious manifestation of will there, separate from the unprecedented atmosphere.

"... let's say there was some room for sympathy before you did"

Flander lays his eyes down when he sees how that Necroak is.

"But..."

And he said again with a sharp light in his eyes.

"It's too late"

It was that moment.

"Eh."

The black clay that covered the flander is instantly devoured by the white clay that leaked out of its interior.

"Maybe there is no 'right answer' in this world that everyone can enjoy equally. And even if it were, I (...) would (...) be (...) Xing (...) Taste (...) would (...) be (...) Yi (...)"

Flander pointing his index finger at Necroa from under the sunshine at once.

The fingertips were lit with blue and white light.

"Do you remember? I am the Demon King. He betrayed his country for his ideals and turned the flag against the wishes of many people - the demon king."

Light runs from Flander's fingertips.

It wore easily between Necroa's brows at an unexpected speed.

"... Ha, this is, I'm surprised"

Necroa slowly collapses while holding down a hole in his skull with his hand.

"I didn't know it would still work, even if I tied it up so far"

……

"A little more from now on... we need to prepare a sturdy body..."

Necroa's body, which collapses from her knees, is once again wrapped in black.

And when the temple was clear, there was a dead body of someone quite different from Necroa.

- Really, it's an unsaveable technique.

Flander stares down at the body and smiles at his face.

But it doesn't look like he ate there.