Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Your Highness, it's time for him to..."

"Oh, I know"

Ahead of Mihai's gaze. A white-haired man who runs past his ally, the Mooseg Cavalry, at a sagging speed and storms single-handedly.

"Single ride......"

Mikhail looked at Melea and breathed.

Whatever Celias thought, I just didn't think I'd be relative to that one.

Of course, if it was for Celias, I was going to give myself up regardless of what I wanted, but if nothing, I don't want to touch it if I can.

"I don't know what you mean."

But Celias seemed different.

The grey-haired man had a grin coloured by the exaltation of the battle.

The next thing I see a lot with a flashless look was such a serial grin. Mikhail thought the smiling face of Celias was beautiful.

"Fine." I'll give you a ride ""

"So, Your Highness..."

"Don't guide me, Sergeant. I'll hang up about insurance too. Can you still shoot a white light cannon?

"Ha."

"Then prepare it. You'll just go by if you're close. - But don't get any closer than you need to, I'm too heavy for the Warlords to deal with properly."

"So, where?"

"You just have to hide in Caligula's mouth."

Caligula was the name of the red ground dragon on which Celias and the others are now riding.

"Is it in your mouth? That's going to be a pretty cold situation."

"Don't show me that, either. Caligula is submissive, and it wouldn't be a problem to even give instructions because he's an individual with a particularly deep understanding of humanities. -" For My Mooseg ""

"- Happy to"

The captain was also unwilling to say no, but the dialogue had turned out to be a no push.

The word is the supreme word of all Museg military men. The word that came out of the mouth of this prince is the supreme.

The captain dripped his head gently, shivering and moving to the neck root of the red dragon, which began to hang the fudge brake.

before Merea came, positioned to be its shadow,

"Who's going to follow?"

"Let's give him a hand later"

"That would be a relief."

He stepped in the mouth of the Red Dragon, who had turned his neck and opened his mouth wide, along with several of his men.

Seeing those warlords, Celias tells Mikhail.

"You think I'm gonna lose?

"No, if you lose with one hit, no one in the world will beat that man"

"You're exaggerating. The world is wide. I haven't even completely stabilized the eastern continent yet."

"But when it comes to demon kings - especially against demon kings of the surgical system - you have a tremendous advantage because of their birth."

"Right. Thanks to the ancestors of Mooseg."

"Then with that power, defeat that demon king. I'm sure that will put an end to this fight. I feel that way."

Mikhail watched the gaze of the other demon kings, all the way over there, gleaming, nailed this way.

He is devouring a temporary rest with the Lemuse army, resting on his body, and skipping a half-hearted gaze at an encounter that is likely to begin abruptly.

"It's the 'main pillar'. Perhaps that white-haired demon god is the main pillar of the Demon King's power."

"I guess. I hear it was the same in Spiritual Mountain."

"Then you just have to break that. He may have come this way with the same spirit over there. His Royal Highness is the main pillar of a great nation called Mouzeg."

"That's the problem. I'm just being submissive these days. I'm glad you just attacked me like that. But my father values these forms."

"It's for loyalty, it's for faith"

Mikhail watched as Celias' face clouded when he uttered the word.

"Fair enough. Stay away from me, too. As far as his gaze goes, he seems to be after me, as the word goes. If we stay a little further away, we won't get our hands on it."

"On this battlefield, it's a strange thing."

"This is the battlefield of our time. I think I'm some kind of salvation. An disorderly dark war era with no insistence or conviction is enough in a history book. I like fighting, but I hate that one because it's something else again"

"... right"

Mikhail nodded small at the end and finally took a step to jump ahead of Red Dragon's back.

Now the Red Dragon's disease is enough to walk, and his vision is clearer.

"Keep the cavalry in front of you. Don't let him get in my way. There is also the matter of demonic eyes and other secrets. That must be taken alive. Some things die and lose their effectiveness. Whatever it is, it won't lead to the loss of Mooseg if you get me scratched."

"- Ha."

As for Mikhail, that was the only suggestion I could have made that was anxious, but I couldn't even say no.

In a way, I had an inner belief that it was also a weakness of Celias who liked to fight.

"Good luck, then."

"Oh."

Mihai jumps off the Red Dragon first.

Red Dragon had stopped his leg completely already.

Mikhail prepares to raise his voice to keep the cavalry in front of him,

――

Second, I noticed a white thunder running down the edge of my sight.

That's the man.

- Don't be alarmed.

Mikhail remembered so in his heart that he stopped following the man with his gaze.

Those two worlds from here on out.

It is the encounter between a man who is about to ascend from the eastern continent to the center of the world and a man who is about to cast a stone into the world order today.

◆ ◆ ◆

In such a battlefield, it was a terribly neat sight.

In the middle of the wilderness, a red dragon lays low.

Rounded, he lays down heavily as if to see his back on a circular fighting board.

The red scale also looked like a luxurious carpet, and on the other hand like a stone floor on a bloody fighting board.

That's how one man stood on a dragon that solidified itself without being slight.

He was a beautiful man, characterised by gray hair.

And now, before such a man, another man appeared.

A man with a vulgar appearance, characterised by white hair.

The distance between them is ten steps on foot.

From the two of us, it could have been an agreement.

But we didn't move quickly with each other.

It was an unusual sight.

There are no longer black walls around those two riding red dragons.

Even without approaching, the cavalry of Mooseg stood in a circular line with the man with white hair running away.

It is idle but magnificent that there are so many of them and no one even leaks a twinkle.

They were waiting for movement.

He narrowed his eyes wondering if he could somehow see the movement of the two mouths. I'm not going to hear a voice.

My orders to stay away became teethy.

Leave them like that, they were finally opening their mouths.

I raised my voice first - he was a grey-haired man.

◆ ◆ ◆

"It's been since Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, demon god. - Let's hear your name."

◆ ◆ ◆

"It's Merea-Mere. - Celias-Blood-Mouseg"

◆ ◆ ◆

That day, there was a sound of history moving.

◆ ◆ ◆

Merea lay one hand on her hips with Celias in front of her, with a look that was surprising.

"I didn't think you'd let me through like this."

"Because it was better for me. That's the one called Matching Thoughts. Well, we can call it a gain, but we're trying to profit from each other, so it would be frustrating to call the other harm."

"Does the current war still leave room for dialogue"

"Depends on the time and the case. Sometimes a strong man has to show his measure."

"Which mouth says it. It will be Mooseg who approaches the Demon King with no room."

"So I said it depends on time and case. It's on the strong side to choose it."

"Seems to be the better answer."

Merea turned her sarcastic grin to Celias.

"Let's hear it from me too. - Where did you get 'those eyes'?"

"... do you have an inclination to say it?

"Don't you know it's not a big difference whether you say it or not? The process of getting it no longer matters. Because you own it now. I wonder where you got it. It wouldn't make so much sense under any circumstances."

But you asked.

"Curiosity. I have a lot to do with those eyes."

- That's your first ear.

"Right. Didn't Flander-Crowe say"

Serious exhaled deliberately and said.

Merea got a hold of the word, but didn't ask right away.

"Fair enough. While I find it somewhat hard to believe, when I look at you, I wonder if Lindholm Spiritual Mountain really had a 'demon king's ghost'."

"The demon king's ghost...? Well, I guess that's the way to put it..."

Merea was frowning a little.

"And what have you come to do? I didn't come here to talk to the public."

"Half of it is like that. The other half - as you can see."

"Then let's do the former first. You'll have a hard time having a conversation without breathing."

To Celias' provocation, Merea did not move though.

"- Why, hunt the Demon King. Aren't you powerful enough already? From what I hear, we have the power to hold more than half of the Eastern continent in our hands at the moment."

"I see.... there it is. - You prefer extraneous logic."

"Answer me, why hunt the demon king. Didn't you think to at least get the deal in shape before you hunted?"

To Merea's question, Celias finally answered by roaring with a light method that reminded her of her favorite ingredients, rather than placing a special face on her face.

"The deal is broken."

"It's not a deal that presupposes a breakdown from the start"

"Right. That one was slightly twisted. - But let's ask the other way around. Are you serious about a deal with three young kids hanging gold in front of you?

"Huh..."

That's Melea, too, raised her shoulders to that provocation.

Unexpectedly, I'm about to take a step forward and pull my reason back together.

"You mean to that extent?"

"For the most part. Well, it didn't used to be. So I thought I'd give you a pretty serious consideration. But gradually the Demon King declined, and as the Mooseg grew relatively large, so did its need. - Do you understand? You guys are tools. Besides, it's a disposable tool that doesn't have much emotion for the tool itself.

Now we have to concentrate against the state. That's why I'm going to use it. In addition, it is hard to see 'what other nations take away from you'. Then it's better to destroy it even if you can't take it. Museg has to win. against any opponent. "

Merea accidentally held her fist when she heard the answer.

"Let's say I gave up a million steps and convinced myself with that. - Then ask on top of that. That's how you ravage other nations, and then what? What do you want? You want so much victory."

……

Celias did not answer immediately.

During that moment Merea learned 'discomfort'.

"... I don't know. I have no duty to divulge the thoughts of the nation to you."

"What do you personally think, Serious? It's just me and you here now. Indeed, you, in the position of Prince of Mooseg, spin any word and the colour of the thoughts of the nation will be found in communication (from). But at this moment, you will spin your words as an individual. I can't hear you around."

……

Celias had a heartfelt nod to Merea's words.

But still, the words were not spinning.

I saw that. Melea exhaled somewhat unfortunately,

"- Okay. Then - let's make him throw up even if he's mean. Your personal words."

I was inadvertently taking a step forward.

On his right hand was held a bottle of the "Li Knife of the Water God (Seurat-Euras)", and the moment he took the second step, the same Li Knife was summoned to his left hand.

Warfare.

Celias responded without delay to Merea's opening signals, calling the "Demon Spear Kurtard" from the surgical space, standing on both hands.

White and gray danced on the red.