Hyaku Ma No Aruji

A man who is said to burn his way through to war and dye everything the same gray as his hair.

The spouse of war and the prince of the great kingdom.

Rumor has it that he even killed the Demon King.

- Woohoo (oh).

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- It's still you....... "Blood".

Without a doubt, it was' him 'in Harsim's memory.

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"-!"

Less than a second passed the brightness of the light of memory, and Harsim returned to me.

Harsim's brain had opened its mouth wide to make him raise his voice again, starting from the moment his eyes captured Celias' appearance.

Loud (because you want to) ascend into the sky.

"- Meleaaaaaaaa!!"

Harsim exclaimed Merea's name as he searched for the appearance of the Elmas who let him go around to the right.

In the blink of an eye I just felt, I was sensing that my measures had been spotted.

A gaze from afar. I might have ignored "impossible" if it weren't for this situation.

And now I couldn't ignore it.

My hair in my body was upside down.

And as if to prove such certainty for sure, in the next moment the 'ones' behind the sight were moving.

I saw Celias skipping instructions to a few black clothes who were also on the back of a red ground dragon.

I don't see fine tricks or anything, but I saw the black clothes start knitting giant 'surgical formations' in front of them, and there was no longer room for doubt about my certainty or anything else.

The surgical formation was leaning to the right where Elma and the others were.

- Not good.

Shortly after that, Harsim finally finds out what the Elmas look like.

She seemed to be unaware of Celias' arrival.

Probably in a bad position. What's more, it would be one of the factors that is concentrating our consciousness on losing sight of the enemy commander in that impending situation.

As it is, it is made into a sniper the moment it enters on the other ray.

If we can react in time, we may be able to prevent that surgery soldier's blow by the surgical mutilation of the Devil's Sword Chrysula, but there's no way a decent human being can react to a fast blow to a place he hasn't even anticipated.

The situation was beginning to flow in the wrong direction.

"Let the left hold even the will! You can fly to the sword emperor! - Go, go! Quick!!"

Harsim drove his horse from Mizu to the left. Move your sword into one hand without even bothering to step into the fierce battle department.

Melea, against whom Harsim had spoken, had swept away his surrounding enemies at once, quickly turning his neck around and wandering through the surrounding conditions.

Immediately thereafter, the face is stiff facing in the direction in which it is located.

A man with red ground dragons and gray hair.

Merea, who had concentrated on the battle in front of her, also seemed to notice what they looked like then.

And

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Merea's body bounced to the right at the best speed ever.

It was fast enough to no longer be able to see its appearance properly.

A storm blows around the point where Merea stepped in.

Having sensed it all, Merea headed straight to the right where Elma was running at a speed that would leave even remnants.

A white flash ran through the battlefield.

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"Noelu!!"

Along the way, Merea found Noel waving a dragon body fierce at the enemy in his place on the central battlefield and climbed to its back.

Noel had just swept away the enemies around him, and the position was still in good time.

Noel made herself jump happily at the unexpected visit of Merea, but she immediately perceived Merea's nervousness and strangled her wonderfully.

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To Noel like that, Merea sends instructions in dragon language.

One is an instruction to support the battlefield on the left that I just missed, and the other is...

Immediately after spinning the dragon language, Merea rushed off her back this time in a hurried motion and ran to around Noel's tail.

Then,

"Shake it all you want!!"

Melea says in a tense voice, "No."

Noel swung horizontally through the tail in a whimpering momentum.

It is an orbit that beckons Merea.

The demon kings, who were nearby, dashed, but Merea herself looked at its tail without moving a single eyebrow.

And...

Merea turned it into a 'scaffold' and flew through the air.

Take advantage of Noel's momentum on the tail blow and drive his body diagonally up at once.

Winged the six wings of the wind to add speed, and suddenly momentum crossed everything.

Merea's eyes showed Elma trying to turn to the rear of the enemy army with Lemuse's cavalry.

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- Let it arrive.

Elma let her heart kill her and looked at the man with the big body on the other side of the black hedge.

The Mooseg cavalry had already noticed and engaged along the way.

But in addition to the fact that Mooseg's main force was pulling over to the left, the fact that most soldiers were not noticed until he turned more than half worked in his favor of the breakthrough.

- It arrives now.

Elma didn't doubt it.

As if resonating with that confidence, the Devil's Sword made an international loud squeal.

but

- What...?... Light?

He circled back and poked behind the brilliant Mooseg army.

All you have to do is never push your will to where the commander is.

The skins on their butts are thin, not assuming they're going to go around in the back.

That's what I thought. I just tried to put my sword up on the last inspiration and all, and Elma saw a strange 'light'.

It was a familiar, white light.

"-!"

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Intuition.

Elma's rare warrior quest led him to report the identity of the light with reflections that exceeded even his reason.

But at that time,

A big white light was already looming in front of me.

Time to move your body, etc. - It didn't exist.

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The white light 'blurred' Elma's cheek.

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I didn't take a direct hit.

It was just a piece of paper.

Elma still didn't understand how she was helped.

After a moment of physical rigidity, the thought finally returns.

Shortly after, Elma saw.

the figure of Melea pinching herself between herself and the white light.

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The arrival of Merea and the landing of the white light cannon were almost simultaneous.

The white light cannon struck her from the front of Elma, with no doubt in dimensions, but Merea, who had likewise jumped into the next moment, was sliding her hands in between with a sudden momentum.

Left hand with an inversion technique knitted with reflection while flying.

Melea's inverting technique formation and the tip of the white light cannon clashed, and the white light in the back, which did not partially arrive, altered its orbit and pushed through.

That's what blurred Elma's cheek.

But most of them vanished in a dry sound after a slight rivalry.

"-Me, meleah!?"

Elma looked at the horse as she fell to the ground with the momentum flown from side to side.

But I realize that such Elma was also targeted.

While I turned my gaze to Merea, I tried to see where and what kind of attack I had received from.

See where the light has flown.

"That's..."

Elma found a red ground dragon at the end of her gaze, and a more familiar human form a moment late.

A man who met only once on his way down from Lindholm Spiritual Mountain on a golden boat in Shaw.

Gray-haired...

"... Celias-Blood-Moozeg!!"

It was far away and I couldn't see the details, but I felt my gaze return from the other side, and the hair in my body turned against that gaze again.

My instinctive reaction.

With that, Elma gained certainty. I didn't want to get it if I could. It was a certainty.

"Go! Elma!

And Melea was waking up quickly and raising her voice.

Elma instantly understands the meaning of that short word.

You can't come all this way and miss the Misumi enemy commander's neck.

Along the way, some Lemuse cavalry strained and fell off.

Even for them - I just can't go home.

Elma switched consciousness and quickly drove the horse.

Position and storm Mooseg's army into a wall against as many white cannons as you just did.

Thanks to the current offense, the turnaround was shallower than originally planned, but this is the only move we can make.

- And then I'll cut myself open.

Shortly after Elma ran off that way, the burst sounded again behind her back.

You don't have to look. Okay.

"Second shot."

"Don't turn around! I'm all right!

"- Oh, I'll definitely take my neck home!

Elma didn't turn around, just left her voice and just walked forward.

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- The same ones who were in Spiritual Mountain...!

Merea floated inside as she received the enemy's white light cannon with an inversion technique that she let unfold on her left hand.

This procedure is not unlike that seen at Lindholm Spiritual Mountain. It's a collaborative technique that Museg's operative soldiers have been using.

If, as Elma said, it is Celias who is coming this way on the Red Ground Dragon,

- So you brought him from Spiritual Mountain...!

Perhaps he brought in enough elite surgical soldiers to ride on his back.

- It's troublesome.

It was a thankful element for Melea that there was no operative soldier on the Mooseg side who could carry out a decent ranged attack.

I didn't have to leave the processing area for the inversion procedure, so I was able to use one more English Spirit procedure than usual.

But now only the six wings of white thunder and wind.

Santao just released the blow to Elma when he prevented it with an inversion formula.

"You're the persistent ones!

Abominable at all. Looks like a hound coming after me everywhere. I admire him for what he sees, but he is the worst opponent from the side being chased.

And a third omen came where Merea was evil in her heart, not letting her rest. The white light glowed hard in the distance.

Melea, who saw it, immediately showed movement.

"Don't think I'm just taking it quietly......!

Now put your right hand forward and open before the white light lands.

Merea's red eyes emitted pale phosphorescence, causing a strange pattern to float on its surface.

No less than a handful of artistic craftsmanship, it is a beautiful demon's eye print.

"Aggressive inversion technique -"

Immediately after the Spirit floats in the universe, the surgical ceremony unfolds at an unusual speed on the right hand of the open Merea.

Formed in a mixture of numbers, letters, geometries, and different systems, 'formulas' intertwine like living bugs, instantly giving birth to an elephant.

"-" Black Light Cannon. "

It was almost at the same time that white light was emitted from the other side and Merea completed the procedure.

The white light dawned in the distance, and the black light shined in the center of Melea's begotten surgical formation.

After each other's light became huge to cover the entire formation in an instant, it converged with treble noises toward the center again,

"Go!

Released.

White flashes and black cold lights ran on the battlefield.

It was as if it were a reproduction of the sights we saw on the summit of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

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White and black light offset and a flashy bursting sound echoed around the area.

In the wake of that pleasant sound, it seemed that most of those who were on the battlefield noticed a change in circumstances.

Movement occurs.

It was the Mooseg army that showed a particularly remarkable move.

When they saw the residual light of the ruptured white light, and also the direction in which that white light had been shot off, it seemed that they finally realized the presence of Celias.

The light of the eighteen (18) collaborative techniques of the native soldier was an easy landmark for them to understand.

And such. At the same time they realize the existence of Celias,

- Back off? How...

It was nothing short of a surprise for Merea.

Instead of storming with morale, they abandoned even the opportunity in front of them and began to retreat in unison.

I know if you're losing. I know if your attitude is broken.

But Mooseg is the side he was pushing.

That was definitely the case, at least on the battlefield on the left.

Yet I even 'renounced' it.

Understood, I can't.

As the whole army proved that it was not even a waste of time in its judgment, it made Melea feel a chill that was neither gained nor told, retreating in a controlled motion. - That neatness just seemed creepy.

- No way.

But in Melea, who looked at such a sight half-heartedly, a certain anticipation descended.

It was an odd prediction that I had come up with because I was listening to the intensity of Celias scattered.

The presence of Celias in the Mooseg kingdom...

-... is it that huge?

Didn't they 'interrupt' the command from the current commander at that point?

Since a commander came to reign higher, he interrupted the previous commander and tried to re-divide it once.

- Stupid.

If that's true, I think it's even morbid anymore.

So I thought it was a strange prediction.

Yet...

Once I thought of it that way, it just seemed so.

A Mooseg army that shows a movement in tune as if it had stopped thinking at the same time.

A sight that seems convincing even if you say you're brainwashed.

- That's it for that guy...

And the sight of Merea appeared in the actual sight around it, as if to prove her miserable anticipation.

That was reflected in Melea's vision, which sent a glimpse (strawberry) onto Elma's back.

The commander-like man that Elma was after until just now was taking off the big helmet that only one of them wore.

It was as if taking it off and letting Mizu return to her graduation.

Elma, who saw it, also looked confused.

It was a really unusual sight.

"This is a doll. -" A doll with a fever. "

Merea couldn't move properly and looked at the wave of black people retreating.

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"What... this..."

In front of Elma, there was a dead person.

That was just like a hell of a deceased walking carelessly for the light on earth.

Thus he dived deep into his nostrils, blind to himself, and let himself be brought closer to the distant 'light' like a broken doll.

Elma had missed the opportunity to poke her sword.

The simultaneous retreat of the entire army resulted in the reconfiguration of a thick protective wall around the Commander. One step earlier, I might have been able to get the cutting-edge delivered. In the present state, it would be more likely that I would not be able to go home where I had been forced to take my neck.

But the biggest reason I missed that opportunity - there was something else.

Above all...

"What did he do now...!

The moment that man threw down his helmet, which seemed like a symbol of the commander, I felt like there was no point in discussing him until I dared to overlap him.

He's...

"I'm no longer a commander".

- I'm not kidding. Can you do that?

Naturally I thought so.

But even so, it should be noted that the man's behavior was' unnaturally natural 'to the point of obtaining unpleasant certainty. The man seemed to have no suspicion whatsoever of the action.

"This is ridiculous...!!"

It would still have been better if he had retained his position to the extent of Squad Leader, at least by handing over total command to Celias.

But even that body, which seemed so big until just now, seemed to be getting smaller at some point, and with the other soldiers, he approached Celias without saying anything.

It was' assimilated '.

It was the same.

He was no different than any other cavalry, just an unnamed soldier.

"Stop..."

Raise your voice.

'Step back to His Highness, Celias' and give me an order.

"Don't back off like a doll in silence..."

Prove yourself higher than any other soldier.

Prove to me that you have excellent control.

That if we hunt you, it will be in our favor.

"Prove it...!

Elma's cry didn't make sense. He ran silently toward the light.

"Huh...!

Elma recalls the initial great purpose there.

Harsim said he would buy time until reinforcements from the Three Kingdoms arrived.

If that's the purpose, this Museg retreat should rather be auspicious for Lemuse.

There will be room for the Lemuse cavalry to catch a breath, and it will have the same effect on the Demon Kings.

But...

- This is too...

Elma's consciousness was geared towards the cavalry of Lemuse, which had come this far.

To be more precise, it is to the 'fallen off' cavalry with their bodies stretched out on the way here.

When I thought of them, words were floating around Elma's chest.

-... pity.

Elma couldn't put it in her mouth.

But I did spill it in my chest.

That was probably the same with the few Remusse cavalry men who were in the vicinity of Elma.

Their thoughts of putting up their bodies and losing their lives while we got here... what happens?

Has this assault gone to total waste?

Elma found the answer to the question herself, and could not contain her fist from being gripped hard.

Untold remorse was running through Elma's body.

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"Not yet. We haven't wasted their sacrifice yet."

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But those words wore Elma's ears the next moment. He had a powerful voice.

"Merea......"

Elma immediately turned to her voice and found the Lord of her voice.

Melea had stopped by at some point to her rear, reaching from under the horse to let Elma's fist open.

The gesture was so gentle that I didn't think it belonged to a man who had taken people's lives until just now.

"As a result, Elma was able to get here, and then Celias started shooting the surgery early. At a point where I still have a distance from the Mouseg Cavalry Army, I was to let the whole battlefield know that I was approaching. Then - use this place."

"What?"

Elma didn't know exactly what Melea was trying to do.

But for some reason, I felt like I had to stop Merea.

Perhaps this man will do something about it.

That's a very strange thing, too.

It was not perception by warrior's inquiry, but by 'woman's inquiry'.

And Melea was grinning from under the horse about that kind of Elma patrol.

"Elma stay back like this. - I'm going."

"Ma'am..."

Go.

To where?

- Definitely.

- To that red dragon.

This man would do it.

At the same time, Elma was convinced.

Even if this man is pressed into the troublesome position of Lord of the Demon King, he is the man who tried to serve it with all his spirit.

This man shields himself easily for the Demon King.

That was the case from the beginning, and since entering this battlefield, that trend has become stronger.

- It has a unique air.

The fragrance of unsolicited mercy at self-sacrifice for someone and the fragrance of the lonely strong opposite.

Perhaps the latter scent is due to the tough will to cut off others for the purpose and try to exhaust their hands.

Two scents that are likely to contradict you if you take one wrong step.

That's the mixed, strange air.

Maybe they call this kind of air 'heroic air'.

But that's why it has to stop.

There is little room or anything between Celias and the Mooseg army anymore.

Certainly we haven't fully rendezvous yet, but even in the midst of such a surgical meeting as just now, the other side was getting closer and closer to this while riding the ground dragon.

I can already see the outfit from here.

We'll get there soon and rendezvous.

That's what happens when you go in there.

- It's too dangerous.

Elma reached from horseback to melea.

Soon, Merea's hand, which had touched her own until about earlier, was apart.

"I really need to keep him informed. - For" Dreams Outside the Battlefield ""

When I heard the words that followed out of Melea's mouth, there was a scene of 'then' coming back to life behind Elma's brain.

I still remember clearly the temperature of Melea on my shoulder.

"We also need to make sure that we discussed this with Harsim before the war began. To do this, even if it's only a few moments away, now is our chance to still manage to slip ourselves in with the army."

He said to add as Merea took a step back.

There was a smile on his face that floated to reassure Elma.

Elma had a bad feeling, and now she jumped off the horse and went to grab Melea's hand.

Soon the anxiety began to spread all over her chest, and she seemed to be overflowing from her mouth.

"Besides, if we take Celias' neck off this opportune occasion, that could end the war. If Celias is a big presence for Mooseg so far, that is at the same time the biggest weakness. If everything goes well, that's a good thing. Everybody needs less scratches."

Maybe so.

But...

- What happens to your wounds?

Will you come back safely?

Are you yourself in that 'everyone'?

The hand I stretched out trying to spin...

"It's okay - I'll be right back"

I grabbed the sky.

Melea was another step away from Elma, and she had nothing to do in response to her extended hand again.

"No, don't - don't go! Melea!"

A scream coloured by Elma's agony rose to the battlefield.

When the voice sounded in the sky, Merea was rushing with white thunder.

With Melea's back, the wings of the wind winged mightily, and the wind of the wilderness with the wings of the wilderness gently stroked Elma's cheek.

"Ahh."

Elma was still reaching for Merea's back, which was getting smaller.

The sight of sight progressed slowly.

A lot of thoughts run through my body, and at the end of the day...

"Don't go..."

Shizuku floated at the edge of his eyes.

It was tears flooded with uncontrollable anxiety.

The moment I realized for myself that tear, for the first time, Elma...

I learned that I had 'special thoughts' about Melea.

No more - I can't reach that.