Hyaku Ma No Aruji

The Millennium Pavilion is not a very large inn.

It is a quiet, yet charming inn.

Most of the rooms used for accommodation were upstairs.

Before going upstairs that they had their own room, Merea and the others showed us just a little bit of the ground floor.

On the ground floor there is a chic dressed dining room and a liquor bar with something like a bar counter.

On the shelf behind that counter, a colorful bottle of liquor was placed in a shiny polished state, which only made it feel like something that sees a stained glass of beauty.

Apparently, the tavern is a hobby of pavilion owners.

You think you're going to act like alcohol to the innkeepers there when you feel like it?

"Live that way..."

Salman said it was smudging.

Melea added a nod laughing at it, too,

- He's kind of the gentleman (Gentle) of the city of art I imagined, an elegant pawn owner.

That's what I thought on the inside.

I don't hate it because of the hustle and bustle that many people get into, but this kind of distinctive elegance is also something that I don't have, but it is therefore preferable.

After receiving a light explanation from the pavilion owner, it was in the back of the second floor that Merea and the others were guided.

"Sorry for the narrow passage"

"No, no, it's okay. I feel safer over here."

In those days, Melea was also mixed with Shaw to join the conversation with the pavilion owner.

When something happened, Shaw was the first person to make this reservation, but in the absence of Shaw, she was informed beforehand to make it Merea.

So Merea was Merea, and I thought I'd meet her face-to-face now.

"I usually do and I go through an open aisle, so I'm glad I do. More importantly, the walls are such fine wood - it's just not a poisonous purple stone mass, no, really, it calms down.... how do I come up with the idea of using that color in the hall..."

"Ah," Melea sighed loudly as she remembered 'home' behind her brain.

There's nothing special about that home - Startree Castle, except for the big hall on the ground floor, but it can't be ignored that the hall that creeps through the castle gate and gets right into your eyes is still that poisonous.

It was, of course, Leilas-Riff-Remusee who created that desperate structure.

- But well...

Merea spinned her words vigorously inside as she tangled her own snow gray hair in her fingers, which was also the shape of its leilas.

- You stopped me well, Flander.

Merea remembered the words that were inscribed on the throne placed Deng in the Great Hall.

Without that Flander's suppression, or Leilas could have rippled its devastating aesthetic sense across Startree Castle.

While Merea tends to anticipate what the hell kind of woman she was because she had never met Leilas in person.

- As far as I listened, he seemed somewhat childish as long as he looked vulgar.

I had that impression when I saw the stories of the English spirits and the letters sculpted on those thrones.

But I still hadn't realized that Merea herself, Kaku herself, was making a similar impression on her companions.

"Well, an open passage and. You care. By the way, where do you usually live?

And, as Merea strolled her thoughts with her inner heart for a while, the pavilion owner of the Thousand Years Pavilion had returned an intriguing expression and words to so many Merea words as she had just said. He raises an eyebrow and circles his eyes slightly behind his glasses.

It's a castle.

"- Castle."

"Yes."

The pavilion owner opens his mouth to Merea's terminal answer. The pavilion lord stayed put and looked at Shaw in a dazzling manner.

There was a lot of shady colors in my eyes, such as' advice on authenticity '.

Having noticed how such a pawnshop looks, Shaw answers immediately as well.

It's a castle.

"- Castle."

When Shaw nodded and said it in his true face, the pavilion owner nodded properly again.

Then a slightly distressed voice leaked out of the pavilion owner's mouth, but in the end, it seemed to convince him with it somehow.

"To some nobility?

"No, instead of nobility, you may not even be a civilian. Of course, in the sense of poorer social status, not above. - Yeah, and globally."

"This is also a difficult mystery."

"Even after we take care of this inn, let's do an answer match. In the meantime, let me also offer the curiosity of the pavilion owner."

"Yeah, let me definitely do that. Because fine mystery suits the city of art."

Yes, around the time the pavilion master answered with pleasure, just one line reached in front of one door.

The pavilion owner stops and looks back at Merea and the others once more.

"This is the one room. Across the street from here and in the next two rooms, Sherwood will be your room in a row."

Doors made of fine wood, as well as walls, appeared in the eyes of Merea and the others.

"By the way, what about the other guests upstairs?

It is Merea who asks.

"About you two, there you are"

"Okay. Then I'll be careful not to be too annoying."

"Well, one of them won't be in much of a room, so you don't have to worry about it too much during the day."

And it was when the pavilion owner said it.

To the lid, another voice comes from behind the Merea's.

It was a refreshingly toned voice that seeped out the cheerfulness of nowhere.

"Pavilion owner, I'm sorry to take you in, but the important words (by virtue of things) are obvious."

Merea turns to the voice.

Shortly after, it was - he was dressed in a gorgeous costume, like a clown.

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"Ah."

The clown had stunned his beautiful face to the point of looking at her as a woman in the next moment.

It's a blatant 'I did it' look.

"What is it, Master Caesar? Oh, this is Master Sherwood, who has decided to stay upstairs in this inn since today. Let me introduce you."

"Oh, do, uh, yeah......... yeah"

"Caesar?"

and one speaks up after the conversation between the two.

Shaw-Jules Sherwood, that's the guy.

Shaw had a strange look on his face and stared carefully at the clown of a quiet beauty.

The clown against him lays down his face and shows him how to escape Shaw's gaze.

Then there was just a few seconds, and it was Shaw who raised his voice first.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."

……

There's a slight grin on Shaw's face at some point.

The clown who saw it was putting a red tide on his face at the next moment, as could be seen from under his makeup.

"Hey, you can have a manly name. I also feel slightly overdressed, but it doesn't look bad, and it won't be so much a name loss"

"… it's an honor to compliment you"

One line, including the pavilion owner, puts his neck to the conversation that took place between the two.

"So, Master Caesar, what is the legend?

After a while, the pawn asked the clown to get back to business.

"Oh, oh, Mr. Larbus said he was going to get rid of the room. I have very little luggage, so I said," Throw away what's left. "

"Really? Was there something urgent? I wanted to say hello one last time, unfortunately."

"I was kind of in a hurry. I'm going home or something."

"Maybe something happened. - Well, let's just cut the prying. Now, Master Sherwood, if you have any questions, please let me know each time. I'm basically around the reception on the first floor. I think he's in the back room when he can't see him."

"Yes, thank you very much."

Shaw turned the slight grin he had directed at the clown into a refreshing grin in an instant, answering the pavilion owner.

That's how the pavilion owner leaves as he lays himself down in the narrow inn hallway.

What was left on the spot was Merea and his clown, Caesar.

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"Oh, uh... well, I'm free around here, too."

"Mr. Caesar."

"... Yes"

"I need to talk to you for a minute, but if you have time, why don't you have dinner with me?

"Hey, actually, I'm going to run some errands."

"If you have time, why don't you have dinner with me?

"... I'd love to"

The golden deceased was mounting that evening's supper with force, unspeakable or not.

I have a full smile on my face that doesn't make it slight.

Merea caught Caesar the clown's grumpy nod, while watching that chau's full grin.

- That's my face when I found my prey...

I had that on my chest.

All in all, first of all, the status quo, I just want to put my neck on Shaw's sudden actions.

- Do you know him?

Melea asked Shaw, making an approximate prediction.

"Are you going out?

"Yeah, I'm sorry I just got here, but this is for us, too."

In such rhetoric as to include it, Merea was perceiving the heart of Shaw.

Where I dared say 'For the Union of Demon Kings', it includes Shaw.

Chau, who, like Lilium, combines rare wisdom with good guesswork, would have answered the current query concretely, if only normally.

But at this time Shaw did not say, 'What are you going to eat with that clown to do?'

――……

Merea makes some thoughts circle in a flash.

But in the end,

"Okay. Fine."

That's how I nodded lightly.

Then Merea looked around at the other demon kings who were strangling her in the near field.

"Bye -"

And raise your voice.

I thought I'd let Shaw go outside, someone put on an escort.

Then,

"I'll follow. You'll be tired just arriving, so rest the women and the children."

Salman takes the lead and comes forward a step.

Salman's face scratching his sandy hair with one hand had a slightly annoying look, but the words were clear.

"I'm going too!" "Me too!

The twins say to Salman like that, trying to follow him.

I let my little body jump and hang all over Salman's arm.

"No. You guys go to sleep."

"Uh" "No!

"It would be troublesome if you came here early to catch a cold. You guys want to see more cities of art, don't you? If you catch a cold here, you'll be in the inn all the time."

"Sleep!" "Sleep!

"Nice."

"Salman has gradually become familiar with the way he handles things lately..."

Merea spilled a bitter laugh as she watched Salman.

"So get some rest, you guys. That's all right, Melea, the Golden Victim."

Salman tells Melea and Shaw.

"Yeah."

"I don't mind. I don't think that's going to happen."

The two returned a nod to Salman.

That way, the policy is decided.

During the current interaction, Merea caught a small voice lifting up from Caesar saying, "I knew they still called me the Golden Deceased here..." with that ear.

Eventually, Shaw and Salman take the lead in getting inside the room.

I guess I left my stuff once.

"In the meantime, shall we consider room splitting?"

Now Elma, who remained in the hallway, said, opening the door of another room with a continued movement.

"I'm in the same room as Lady Merea."

"Mariza's in my room, okay?"

"Elma, you've been a mess with me lately."

"It's my fault."

Mariza follows Elma, and Eyes and Siladis also enter the room in a colloquial manner. - Of course Siladis is in armor.

- Oh, I hit my head.

The moment Siladis hit the top of the helmet (armet) against the upper frame of the room door because of its slender and high height, Merea took a firm look.

Cancer, and the sound, his whole body armor nodded on the spot, and he began to scour the floor with his fingers like a shank.

"That's right, Daiji, bu. Sometimes, that sort of thing, yes," Eyes comforts him as he rubs the back of his armor, but this is a rather odd sight to see.

"What's that scary... I knew I knew the Golden Deceased was scary..."

"Do you know Shaw?

And finally, Merea, who remained on the spot, spun Caesar around.

Caesar responds with a slightly surprising response to a sudden inquiry from Merea, but immediately smiles like trouble.

"Yeah, a little. I've been involved before."

"Heh, old Shaw? I'm worried about that story, too. - Oh, I'm late, but I say Melea.... Say it."

"I say Caesar. I'm a stubborn clown in the city of art. If you look beside him, laugh at him. Because it's my raison d 'être to be laughed at. And you don't have to use respectful language. I'm a little bad at being respected, even formally."

"Don't hesitate, then. That's fine with me. I'm not used to being feared, either.... they tell me to get used to it..."

Merea quickly turned a soft smile into a bitter smile and put her head on.

Caesar sees such a melea and has a fun grin. The beauty was ridden with joy, and there was also some curiosity mixed there.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm more concerned about why that golden deceased is following you. But it's still too early to talk about folding in. Also, when the pavilion owner of the Thousand Years Pavilion opens the tavern on the ground floor, if you like, talk."

"So is your story."

When Merea returned her words, Caesar gently thanked her "with joy".

"Well, thank you for waiting. Then I'll go, 'Caesar'"

"I wish I hadn't come out of the room the whole time. I wish I'd been talking to Melea."

"Looks like I'm back enough room to slap a light mouth, I'm relieved"

Around there, Shaw comes out of the room, having quickly finished putting his luggage in the room. Looks like we're ready to go outside.

"Now I can bully you relentlessly," Shaw said as he added to the end of the story, shaking his golden thread hair for fun.

Plus, Salman comes out later and goes down the stairs of the Thousand Years Pavilion with a tap on Merea's shoulder.

And, on the way down the stairs, Shaw looked back upstairs and spun the words, as I recall.

"I'll be back before the date changes. My Lord?"

Report to Melea with one eye closed.

Melea took it,

"Got it. Be careful. If anything happens - right..., you should scream. Let's rush then." An important squire. "

Melea also returned those words to respond to Shaw's purposeful remarks.

There was a bitter smile on Merea's face that she would give back to her opponent in good shape, but on the other hand, there is also a serious color in her eyes.

Shaw saw some unspoken thoughts in his eyes,

"I'm counting on you"

The last time I said that, I returned my heel.

And the three disappeared into the city of art at night.