Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Merea and the others broke through the Mooseg Cavalry Army for just under a few minutes.

Harsim was looming behind them.

The encounter comes suddenly.

It was the first major event at a turning point in history.

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As the demon kings noticed the footsteps from the rear, they chilled the gall to see if the moozeg was spinning further back for a moment.

But when you turn around and put an approaching presence in your sight, that suspicion disappears.

Coming from the other side, not the black crest flag of a painful moozeg...

Located at its opposite pole, it was a white crest flag.

"That's..."

Merea narrowed her red eyes and identified the letters depicted on its crest flag.

"Lemuse".

That was indeed how it was drawn.

And...

Finally, 'he' came.

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"It's Harsim-Kud-Lemuse. The Demon King is on his way."

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Bright brown hair close to orange.

Aqua blue eyes when in the crystal clear southern sea.

A beauty that gives you a sense of neutrality while being tough.

The man, who bears the surname of the nation he was accustomed to hearing, looked brilliant (like this) sucking people's gaze in.

It was before the words of such a man - Merea.

Merea was still looking at the white crest flag, spinning the words slightly more flashly.

"-Remusee"

"Yes."

Such Merea was also sucking the man - Harsim's gaze.

For Harsim, that white hair had an emotional color.

Shortly afterwards, for the first time, I see each other.

The gaze Merea lowered from the crest flag and that Harsim lowered from Merea's white hair - bumped.

moment,

――

'Something' in each other, twitched.

The slight motion quickly became a huge vibration, and at the end of the day it ran from the brain to the tip of his leg, bringing paralysis like a current.

At that moment, the exact same words were floating inside the two of us.

- I think I know this guy.

It was like a resonance.

The same factor resonated and resonated.

For a moment only, they saw 'something' in each other and stopped time.

"... [Merea-Mere]. I don't know if I'm officially called the Demon King myself, but at least that's what my people are called."

It was Merea who spun the words first.

"- Oh, okay."

Harsim nods deeply with a serious face.

And now he was looking to the other side - the Mooseg Cavalry Army.

"... you don't have Celias"

Hersim says instantly.

"How do you know?

"Because if you have Celias, they attack you no-time. Even before these encounters, he takes no time at all to form commands and operations. He controls the war every time he fights."

Hersim looked at his men who would refrain behind him, as he said.

Neither does Lemuse's cavalry ever look bad.

Standing tall and uplifting his weapon, he seems to be a warrior as far as Pa can see. But Harsim himself was well aware that his bravery was close to what he called hattering.

Still, Harsim was proud that his men were dignified in front of that cavalry in Mooseg - proud.

"But if there's no Celias, it's convenient. Let me use the time of the formation of the other operation. We met early, but..."

Harsim turns his gaze to Merea again.

"I will save you demon kings. My Lemuse flips the anti-flag to Mooseg from this moment on. Now is the time to resist the course of their time."

The demon kings finally understood everything.

How could we have been helped by an earlier cavalry?

How could they have tried to save themselves?

Lemuse is trying to fight the tide of Mooseg's "Demon King Hunt".

I relied on it at first.

I praised it when it succeeded.

It was next.

I gradually puppeted him and forced him to make it at the end.

And now.

I was about to restore what I had produced at their convenience, and also at their convenience.

Both heroes and demon kings are shaped by the thoughts of men.

It's like a thing.

But neither the hero nor the demon king,

Alive.

Mooseg ignored that. And those who were flushed by such Museg intimidation, and who bowed down.

But there are idiots who dare to resist such a torrent in this day and age.

That 's-- I know.

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"Build a wall forward this one too! It's our first battle in the encounter! You can never fool around with a gallbladder battle between these ops! And let me know as soon as the enemy moves!

Harsim gave instructions to his men, and he went down the horse and came down to the same gaze as the demons.

And

"Let's hear the situation"

Ask.

It was Merea who answered Harsim's question.

"For one thing, the only thing I could do was to be surrounded by the whole thing."

"Enough. You've broken through a lot with this number."

After Harsim took the word and deliberately praised it and showed it to him,

"- Hey, wait.... Is that a ground dragon?

I immediately distorted the face suspiciously and saw an object falling on the other side as I stretched my back.

Wreckage of a ground dragon without a neck.

In addition, he also noticed that the odd ringing sometimes struck his ears small.

It sounded like a groan.

"There were three earth dragons"

"One head without a neck."

"I killed him. The other two slashed their legs."

"... Alone?

"Yes."

The phrase "I don't think he's the same person" almost popped out of his mouth, and Harsim swallowed it all the time.

Aware of the stunning ride on my face, I nodded to force myself to convince myself after a beat, and now cut that topic open from the other side.

"... Mooseg has finally brought up something ridiculous, too. Was the rumor of that tavern true?

But how did you get it? I can't believe I stuck it in the herd and robbed it... I can't match the risks with the results. "

Harsim does his hand to his jaw and crushes his mind on the idea.

"Unless a ground dragon acting in a herd dares to let go of an individual -"

Merea was reflexively answering the words Harsim spun.

I remember hearing stories similar to that these days.

"- Dragon death."

"- I see. And if you do have dragon death, you will let go of it for fear of infection, but then the infected dragon dies right away...... no, no way"

Shortly after, Harsim roared.

And then I spin the word again with the strength of not just saying I'm confident in my predictions.

"Did you derive the special effects formula for dragon death...?

As a possibility, it wasn't.

Instead, I felt that Tsujitsu (Tsujitsu) would not fit without doing so.

Why a grounddragon moving in a herd dares to separate an individual.

And why the highly tempered dragon tribe obeys the moozeg.

At the same time as the temperament is high, the Grounddragon is courteous anyway. Discipline.

If the dragon's death was cured by Mooseg's special effects,

"That's possible. Naturally, Mooseg would monopolize that surgical theory... but damn, there's been more trouble"

He managed to contain the feeling of wanting to hold his head, and Harsim corrected his collar (Eri).

"No, not now. Just think about this place."

Switch your consciousness and look around.

Naturally, it was each demon king whose gaze followed.

Pa, just looking at it, some knew which issue the demon king had, and some didn't.

Moreover, they also realize that they are divided into two parts: the one who bows down, and the one who looks forward.

It was an impressive sight.

Harsim intuitively perceived what this reaction was caused by.

Then, as gives an answer to such a Harsim conjecture, now a voice flies from Melea.

"Let me hear it before then. - Are the men who saved us earlier your men?"

"... yes"

Harsim answered pale, watching the demon kings hold their fists in each one.

"Then I'll tell him"

In that, Merea said as she pointed her clear red eyes at Hershem.

"For us - they were 'heroes'"

"... oh"

After receiving Merea's words, Harsim found a man with his eyes peeled off next to it. It's Salman.

Harsim was Harsim and seemed to have guessed something from his appearance.

And

"For me... he was a hero."

Harsim lowered his gaze only once diagonally, spinning the same words.

"- Right."

"But their condolences will come later. - Be sure to mourn. And for that, now we fight."

Harsim immediately returns his gaze to the front eye.

"This is the situation, but it's important, so let's be clear here."

Harsim was shouting out loud so that all demon kings could hear him.

"Can you guys - fight with Lemuse? Can you fight with Lemuse on the battlefield?"

The answer didn't come right back.

Each of them took the weight of Harsim's words head-on.

'Let's save him and show him. So save your highness. "

The demon kings recall the words of those old soldiers.

And I was wondering what that meant.

This was not a one-sided contract.

'For each other to save each other' - it was a biblical contract.

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Among them came one step forward.

"We have come this far from the beginning to borrow the hand of Lemuse. I don't even think it's a wish word. On top of that, we have already been saved by Lemuse. I will not forget that they risked their lives to save us. - But"

It was Elma.

Elma rocked her black hair in the wind, not even flickering in front of her prestigious hersim, trying to spin words to the point of being insulting.

"Knowing that, let me ask you something. - Let's apologize for the disrespect. Still, it's a very important word for us."

"Fine. Say it, Descendants of the Eluiza family"

Harsim saw the long sword Elma was holding in one hand and immediately spotted the issue. One of the Seven Emperors with Seven Imperial Instruments, The Sword Emperor.

The opposing Elma got Hershem's forgiveness before releasing the word with the cutting-edge of that demon sword slightly pointed at Hershem's face.

"Will you not betray us?"

Harsim's men have already risked their lives to save the demon kings.

How 'insulting' is this word spinning after it. - I knew.

Still, Elma never did that because she knew the horror of the name Demon King.

Or maybe it was for some other demon king.

Elma herself was determined to fight. From Elma, who has a certain temporal warrior habit of abandoning the small difficulties and fighting if there is a battlefield in front of her, she was immediately answered to Hershem's question, "Why?"

But the other demon kings, who have touched on the "dangerous parts of man" in many ways, had to see a solid basis for the opponent's all-generation Hersim - which was not immediately believable. So I'm sure I couldn't get the answer right back.

About that, the darkness that the Demon King has inside is deep.

As long as we dealt with our fellow citizens in the same situation, we might not have had to think deeply about it.

But Harsim is the representative of the state.

Even if we know that the Remusse was once a pro-Demonic Kingship, in this day and age it is something else.

What matters is the Remusse now.

So Elma, instead of them, who had not been able to spin the words well, threw the question at Hershem that way.

And on that question, Harsim said,

"Let's swear. I must never betray you."

I answered instantly.

"This is a 'reciprocal' deal. I brought the story with me. - It doesn't make sense unless it's reciprocal. So I don't care if you guys turn your backs on us. In other words, it's" each other. "

Harsim's answer was a pale night by the time it was clearer.

"Of course, I'm also aware that's at stake. Still, I believe this is the most decent form. So I won't lose my head either."

Speak up.

Harsim doesn't bow his head.

The demon kings, in the words of Hershem...

"-Okay."

Someone's voice rose.

Shortly after, the demon kings were looking up.

As I found something in Hershem's honest words enough to believe, I lit my eyes and looked into those aqua blue eyes.

Elma was nodding satisfactorily when she saw the demon kings raise their faces.

- Let's fight.

The Demon Kings decided for the first time then to be ready to risk their lives on the battlefield.

To be honest - my legs were shaking.

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Merea wasn't the only one.

We were all scared.

Most demon kings were aware that they were weaker than the 'old demon kings'.

Only the demon king of evil in the old days, only the demon king who was turned from a hero. The Demon King was overwhelming in his personal life at a time of transition, when it was just the height (at best) of confusion.

But such strong demon kings were gradually - and 'preferentially' hunted over time.

They tried to face the rough waves because it was dangerous to leave them alone, and they were also poorly strong.

Perhaps it was one of the factors that led them to be hunted, which was strong, that the strength of it resulted in stronger connections between states that were not yet largely antithetical at the time.

With the passage of time, the Demon King is also eliminated.

As the power of the Demon King weakens, this time nations turn against each other. You will no longer see the Demon King as a being of the same rank.

"Can I leave you alone now?" "Rather, neighboring countries have been making more suspicious moves lately." "We need to keep an eye on this one first."

Still, it remains unchanged that the power of the Demon King is a valuable force of war. The hunt itself continued.

At that point, the Demon King was instrumental.

After that he was also targeted in turn from the top, the prominent, the strong and the glowing.

And as a result of that, the only thing left in this era was a strong, intelligent demon king, or...

He was a weak demon king.

Even though they were weak, they had qualities themselves. The genealogy of power itself, which was able to survive to this age, was undoubtedly superior simply because there was not enough environment to polish to fight that qualities.

They knew it themselves, but were therefore also wonderful and convinced that Mooseg and other nations had begun to seek only the secrets inherited by the Demon King.

Even if the Demon King himself is weak, the system of secrets mature enough to be given an issue about it over the years brings immense power by using it.

While I feel impudent (fuzzy) about a situation where I can only be asked to theorize about secrets, I even thought that maybe giving me secrets would save my life.

Such pale hope was scattered when he saw how to hunt for the Demon King of Mooseg, but he was not brave enough to dare try to fight it head-on.

Killing or getting killed, I'm sorry.

I was born in this name, so this is what happened.

I want to throw it out.

Yet I can't throw it out.

Looks like my ancestors' curse.

What they had built up over the years, the glories of the past, the thoughts, and looking directly at them, it was not easy to throw them out.

I wish I could still throw something out.

Anything that has been carved into your body, you can't throw it out.

Think slower, maybe there was something else you could have done.

But when I realized it, they were after me.

I ran away.

I had no choice but to flee in madness, though I was dying.

When we saw their eyes looking at ourselves like things, it seemed like there was nothing else we could do.

If I could feel nothing, I wouldn't have escaped so much.

I would have risked my life for all the last hua and scattered it on the battlefield early.

I ran away - because I was scared.

Such were they determined, at last, in front of a nation seeking to treat Mizuchi equally.

Some were tired of running away.

Doesn't running any further improve the situation?

If we do not stand here, will we break the name, hateful but, on the other hand, familiar, of the name that we have managed to bear?

After all the reasons in myself - but

I did try to fight.

And.

Even as he fears more than anyone else in it, he has tried to twist it down by tough will--

I was making a decision at this time.

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Wet, sliding into a soft bottomless swamp, he was stepping into the battlefield when he realized.

For Melea, that's exactly how it felt.

Even though my body was in a proper battle posture, I had the feeling that my spirit (Nakami) was fluffy somewhere.

But that shaky spirit was about to be anchored at the point that triggered the earlier incident.

Salman's cry of sorrow was still in his ear.

- Right.

Melea found out.

That's unconscious.

I didn't realize it myself, it was close to the feeling of being noticed.

- Can you throw your life out?

The biggest shock to Melea was not that we were being chased as demon kings and targeted for our lives.

I noticed that in one of those spiritual mountains, and I was somewhere convinced it was something like that.

But what just happened made Merea recognize the difference in the world more than that.

- Is this a world where people who don't know me can throw their lives for me?

For their righteousness, they tried to help themselves, who had never even spoken a word - dead.

That was more shocking to Melea than anything else.

How many people's thoughts does the name Demon King involve?

I felt like I'd never known it before.

And at that moment, the world that Merea was watching cracked.

Until then, there was a broken glass that covered the world.

What emerged from the other side of the crack was a definite world of colors.

As if the world I had been watching until then was monochrome, I lived in a vibrant colour flavour -.

Shortly afterwards, Merea felt like her body was being reconstituted.

It was a feeling of old bodies falling apart until now.

The sight in front of me comes with color, and now it's at the center of me - from my soul, something floods me.

It grew more and more stacked and gradually became like flesh covering my soul.

Tingling.

I heard a noise.

At his feet, he visions the remains of his former self.

The wreckage was of some nostalgic colour.

Previous life.

The 'self' of the previous world.

The wreckage was white.

It was a terribly beautiful white with no stacks of colors.

Scattered over it are grey wreckages.

Lindholm Spiritual Mountain Monster.

It could only exist there, being halfway between whether there is color or not.

And...

I saw my hands.

The body now had a bloody lighted skin tone.

This is it, now.

Perhaps,

myself for trying to exist in this world.

- White, gray, it's all my color.

But now, I was more than happy to have this skin tone.

With that in mind, Merea finally looked forward.

I see a wave of black people over there.

Mooseg.

Melea was determined then.

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And determination - gave fangs to the demon gods.

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It wasn't the words of a fellow, the death of a fellow, or his own crisis that prompted the monster to get his fangs.

It symbolizes the world of today, someone whose name is unknown.

- It was "Death."