Hyaku Ma No Aruji

One woman in a tired robe was climbing Lindholm Spiritual Mountain that day.

"That's a hell of a mountain."

The woman looked up at the summit of the Spiritual Mountain and snapped at the snob.

"I say tyranny a lot, saying die because you are the descendant of the demon king, etc. By the way, give me the Devil's Sword that the clan has inherited. I was afraid you weren't willing to hide your greed."

The woman was descended from a clan called the Demon King.

"But - you've been pushed. Climbing a spiritual mountain is just spreading, and there's nothing there."

Affirmatively, I want you to keep a legendary holy sword or whatever on the summit.

Such a holy sword of dreams that one can save the world.

"- That's stupid, I am. All I have in my hand is a demon sword. Honest, just a life-eating demon sword, specializing in killing..."

The woman had unconcerned fantasies in her brain that she knew would not come true.

Besides, the woman was being pushed.

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He was a mercenary in a certain city state.

It is a country east of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

In today's war-torn world, mercenaries are in demand.

And my body, again, apparently craved battle.

It's been a long time since my own family name, its Demon King's 'No', fell like that.

The issue of the Demon King named "Sword Emperor" was cut off, and once it was from people's memories, it did not appear to be Kasumi.

But a wave of the Devil's Sword, which also served as the source of the issue, still exists in the world.

"Devil's Sword Crishura".

Once upon a time, the devil's sword was born as a result of just seeking a sword that could be slashed well and for which he spent the lives of numerous ancestors.

The former clan, waving its demon sword and boasting firm force, resounded bravely as the head of a large group of mercenaries called "The Thirty-eight Heavenly Sword Brigade".

Thirty-eight men, thirty-eight swords.

Such a name was given by the fact that the swords were raised in heaven simultaneously in the ritual at the time of his appearance.

But the head of such a group of mercenaries became known as the Demon King from one day on.

As the Demon King with the Emperor, his clan was made to reappear in the world.

- Being a mercenary has become an enemy.

trigger.

He opposed the forces he once employed and belonged to as allies to his enemies on the battlefield a second time.

Mercenaries lend strength if they are paid.

Mercenaries are people who do that kind of work.

Some will be drowning in battle.

But in times of war, from a nation that did not have its own army, the mercenaries who provided it with gold were thankful.

Therefore, mercenaries must be honest with money.

Therefore, there was only one relative (that I would like to see).

But...

- The forces on the first hired side now called them traitors, who appeared as enemies.

The ancestors of that time, who boasted excellent violence, were, by virtue of their power, certified demon kings.

In this day and age, the name Demon King is affixed to someone for a variety of reasons, but in the case of his own ancestors, that was the decisive reason.

- Hate, or should I not?

I know how it feels, but Lettel, the Demon King affixed to those days, is affecting me now as well.

As a matter of fact, at first, I threw away my sword and tried to live properly.

But the Devil's Sword came back to me no matter how many times I let it go.

Is it because of the blood of the birth parent of the Devil's Sword flowing through his body?

After a while of doing so in the form of the Devil's Sword and the Crumb Loose, the blood of the mercenary family began to make noise this time.

He was invited to battle, as if he had decided so beforehand.

- No, in the end, I made that choice myself.

I tried many things like serving as a woman (cucumber), cooking, and serving as a maid, but none of them worked.

In time, the gold was gone first.

That's when I blinded myself to the mercenary money payment and threw myself into the fight.

All I said was I was waiting for you. This body moved.

I got the money, but on the contrary, I couldn't get away from the fight.

I'm drowned in the heat of battle.

You can't stay like this.

I thought so for some reason.

Even though I thought about it, the Devil's Sword never left my hand.

When I started having such exaggerated thoughts about cutting my throat with a demon sword and dying, I was seen as a demon sword in a battle I was participating in as a mercenary.

That's the turning point.

The devil's sword-seeker is now chasing me.

They chased me, so I ran away.

They have dug back the blood of the Sword Emperor that they have done to themselves all the time here, and have waved their weapons down in the name of it. - He wants to die because he's the demon king.

- What is a demon king?

I still know why they resent me for slaughtering me as a mercenary.

But it was those who were allies at that time that sought the devil's sword.

- I don't like these fights.

Even if you drown in battle, you want to be a mercenary.

At least for someone, I want to wave my sword.

Don't be a beautiful hero.

I know that too.

I aspired to be a 'hero' to those without force, like my former ancestors - I can no longer be.

- I'm not, I'm the Demon King.

The rettel, which could not be easily removed, was affixed to the back.

It wasn't until I was chased as the Demon King that I realized that my impulse was the same as my former ancestors.

It was too late.

They chased me, ran away, got messed up in my head.

I don't know what to do anymore.

All you have to do is live by the guiding principles.

Dying is dying, so I figured it was a little - scary.

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"Almost to the top of the mountain"

To date I have slashed several beasts and several spiritual bodies.

Apparently, even spiritual bodies can be slashed, more than just something that specializes in slashing demonic swords.

The English spirits heard the rumors may not just be slashed, but the animal spirits of low stature and the spiritual bodies of low presence were fogged in one swing.

I thought it was bad, but it's only because it's coming at me.

That's how the woman reached the summit of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

There was one man there.

He was a vulgar looking man with beautiful snow and white hair.

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The man burned down a large stone with a strange white flame, shaping something.

It was shaped with a martial bone elongated rectangle, further engraved with letters on its surface.

- Is that your name?

Now poke it to the ground and stand as if it were a grave.

……

The woman took a step while observing the man who was at the top of the mountain.

Jari, there's a noise, but the man doesn't turn this one around.

- A puppet. You're a ghost.

"I'm sorry. I can't get my hands off you right now, so if you need anything, just wait."

A man said without turning around.

The woman's breath pulls in unexpectedly to the voice.

I was surprised and the voice was about to leak.

"... are you a person?

"Yes, I am."

"What's that?

"The graves of the people who raised me."

After such a simple exchange, the woman grasped that the man was a person.

Build someone's grave.

Then it would be a person.

That kind of certainty existed in women.

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Strangely enough, the man's work continued day and night.

Because it won't be over forever.

How many graves will they make?

The woman was looking at the man with her demon sword protruding to the ground and rocking her robe into the wind.

The man is burning down the stone with a white, shining flame wrapped around his index finger.

"How many graves the hell are we building?

The woman finally couldn't bear to interrogate the man.

"Hundreds."

"Hiya, Hundred..."

At times like this, I have a feminine voice.

I was surprised by the number.

……

The woman was looking at the man's back.

And so finally,

"... if you don't mind - shall I help you too? This is how we climbed Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, but nothing in particular."

That's what I said.

It was half a lie, half true.

"Really? Glad to hear that. Then help me. I hope they put stones up in order."

But when I heard the man's happy voice, it all became true.

"Okay."

And the woman took off her robe, and wrapped it around the pattern of the devil's sword.

Keep the Devil's Sword pierced to the ground.

It's a little thin in the robe, so the mountain breeze feels chilly, but if it's moving, it'll warm up soon.

"- Ah."

"Hmm?"

Then, all of a sudden, a man stopped moving and finally turned his gaze.

The man had red eyes that lit a strange glow.

"Me, I say Melea." Merea-Mere. "

"I'm Elma-Eluisa. Years are coming up, and call me Elma."

"Melea's fine with me, too. - Well, hello, Elma."

"- Oh."

I didn't ask anything but my name.

When I asked deeply, this strange space that I could not think of was going to break, so I decided to work silently until all the tombstones were ready.

- It's a pushy situation, but it's not bad that you're doing something carelessly like this.

That could have been a real escape.

But Elma thought so from the bottom of her heart.

I was beginning to enjoy this strange situation a little.