Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"I just saw something slightly ghostly on the edge of my vision. Is this my fault?"

"Ugh. You're determined to be real. Where do you think I am? Li n de ho l 'M. Spirit/mountain. - It's not natural because it's a spiritual mountain."

"Hey, I'm in trouble when they say, 'I can afford a ghost because it's a spiritual mountain' or something. Because I think the only thing in the world that I can believe is gold."

"That's not why they call me the Demon King."

"You must be the Demon King, too, right? Was it the Flaming Emperor? - Isn't that the Emperor? That's approximate. My favorite coins and notes are going to burn."

"You're the Alchemist, aren't you? It feels like a bunch of crap."

"It's actually nagging, isn't it? My Toko ancestors used incomplete alchemy to do bad business. I'm so beautiful! It's pure! It's the fairest business I've ever had! You treat me like a bad demon king because of the stigma of my ancestors! Give me all your property!

"So you've been fleeing some country."

A young man of good stature and a girl with long, flashy red hair were climbing Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

A young man with a neat face carries a bag on his back.

The girl with the long red hair was shabby (shabby) and had her eyes pointed at the man.

"What about you?

"Me? I was told to give me a technique called Crimson Flame of Life, which is passed down to my clan for generations."

"Did you run away without giving it to me?

"That's right. 'Cause if I give this to you, there's gonna be another war spreading. So, if there's more sacrifice because of it, it's because of us, the Flaming Emperor clan?" I don't want to create anything like that. "He's a genius at shifting responsibilities, a nation that's after me."

"That looks like a tough one over there."

"Sort of. Because of this, the name disappeared from the surface stage, and thanks to you, I was almost alive, but I tried to turn it back and this again. Ha..., I finally got into Iaus school."

"Well, of that academic city. That's pretty good."

"Right? I worked really hard. I don't have any parents, and I was desperately made money by the state in the name of the Demon King, right?

"It's hard. I'd be using that money to do business."

"You're a golden deceased until you're scared."

"I prefer you to be called the Alchemist, me."

The young man and the red-haired girl climbed Lindholm Spiritual Mountain more and more as they spoke.

It was on some beast along the way, but the girl somehow repels them using a red flame.

Apparently the girl was a good sorcerer.

The flame unleashed by the girl was winged like a living bird, chasing and burning the beast to death.

Dozens more then that.

Finally, the two arrive at the summit of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

There was one man and two women there.

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"Huh? Why are people here?

"I don't know. Ask them."

The man shrugged his shoulder and the woman circled her eyes.

"What the hell. If you do something, you have a lot of visitors today. I've never had a decent person come before."

Unexpectedly, a man with snow-white hair and bright red eyes raised his face and was releasing his voice towards both of them.

"You did it, you treated me like a decent person."

"Are you making fun of me?

"No, because that's all flashy red hair and a grumpy ghostly face - ahhh! What are you doing! I'm fragile, so stop poking!

"It's like a ghost."

"Wouldn't it be better for a woman with a good appearance like you to have something in her contents? Some of my ancestors took possession of themselves when they were beaten by beautiful women from the Dungeons. It's a lesson." I suspect beauty is first a ghost or a demon ""

"Don't keep me with it."

"I get it, I get it. Okay, so stop pinching flanks. You can chip the meat."

While the two interacted like that, they observed three people working on something over there.

Then again, a voice flies from a grey-haired man.

"Are you free?

"Yeah, you're free"

"I'm not free, but I'm free"

"What are you talking about? You don't like humanities? Well, that's how you got into Ioath school."

"Guess what it means deeply. I'm not more free than I'm being chased, but I'm not sure what to do from here on out, so I'm free."

"I knew you wouldn't be free...... I can guess that. I'm about a mind reader..."

The other one said, "This time it's noisy. Something brightened up," I hear.

"What do you want me to do if I'm free?

"I'm building a grave, if you're free, can you help me? Because of that, and so."

"Hmm. - That's fine."

"That's riding, isn't it?

'Cause I'm free.

"In the end?"

"I'm going to forget something I hate."

"Well, that makes sense. Then let me help you too."

That's how they tried to help the little girl build up stones around the grave.

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On that day, at the summit of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, there were an unusual number of figures.

One, two or three more after a well-dressed young man and red-haired woman arrived.

A total of 21 if you notice. Twenty-two, including Merea.

- For what?

Exactly, I just can't help but say.

Merea finally spins those words in her chest.

Until the second little girl, I thought it would be some coincidence.

but I can't help but feel some kind of manipulation (crunch) when we get together just this much.

Moreover, when everyone and everyone came to the summit, they began to help build graves.

Some have begun to help silently, without exchanging words.

It's unusual.

Unusual, but then...

It was also true that it was kind of not a bad vibe.

- It's not like someone is interrogating anything.

Instead, he builds the tomb in a heartbeat so that he forgets something.

Work efficiency increased in proportion to the number of people, and at some point Merea's work was limited to engraving the stones.

When I write one name, another tombstone slides in from the side to the side.

It is the beauty who packs herself in a black and white "made-up costume" that serves to slide the headstone in.

- Something's wrong.

I think it's something I've been able to climb this spiritual mountain a lot with my maid's clothes, but if you look closely, there are two dagger sheaths on the maid's back waist.

- What a noisy maid.

There was also something shiny in the heel (heel) of the leather shoes.

Enough. Enough.

The impression that it was not just something was so baked on the back of Merea's brain that she didn't like it (no).

So being a beauty added to the difference.

The swordwoman who first came to the summit of the mountain was also beautiful, but this maid possesses a vulgar beauty.

Inorganic beauty like a doll.

It was sculpted until I wondered if it would ever break.

"Next"

"Ah, yes."

Once again, being offered a headstone, Merea carved her name into it as she freaked out her body like she was scared.

It is also sent to those who stand next to it by the maid, and it is carried further and further away by the bucket relay method.

The maid lightly offers the next tombstone before Merea.

The weight of the tombstone was taken in a slightly lighter condition, and the force of the maid who took it was not suitable for the fine arm.

At last, a hundredth tomb can be made, which is sent by the hand of the maid to the neighbour, and somehow to a two-metre full-met bastard who is wearing full body armor without gaps, and to a mysterious young man with a demonic (aya) smile.

The end of the relay was Erma, a black-haired woman with a sword who visited Spiritual Mountain at the beginning of the event, and her hands sent the last tombstone to the ground.

"... ugh"

Done.

Melea breathes heavily and wets the sweat on her forehead.

"... ugh."

I just exhaled to say that the faces around me had finished a job.

That's how there's just a few seconds of silence - finally,

"- I mean, who are you guys!!"

Melea screamed.

The voice sounded well on the summit of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

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Those around them hear Melea's voice and send their gaze first to those who were nearby.

"Who are you?"

"No, no, who are you?"

Such a voice rose from here and there, and finally my gaze turned to Merea,

I mean, who are you, too?

I was about to complain.

In the meantime, try to put everyone's voice together and [Elma] spins a clear word.

"I didn't think there were people on the summit of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, but who is Melea?

"Me? Me..."

Melea wondered how to explain it.

Can you believe I was raised by the English Spirit without a cage in the Spirit Mountain?

That's how I kept saying it, and now another voice rose from a little distance away.

A red-haired girl, with a strange flaming bird on her shoulder, found "Future Stone (Funas)" scattered by Merea's cabin (by her side), looking at the letters written there.

"Hmm, Future Stone (Funas) is rare. I find this hard to trust because I change the content a lot, but it presents one of the possibilities, and it's pretty funny - it says' Demon King '. Is this yours?

That's how the red-haired girl poked a futuristic stone at Melea.

- Oh, the one you didn't break. Did you still have it?

"Uh..."

Melea wondered what Melea had answered with a frightening voice.

It's hard to leave and it's hard again. If I thought the good story had flown, I felt like the Beast was waiting for me this time before it got to me.

Wouldn't it be weird to say something about a demon king?

In the lower realm, we have heard stories of conquests aimed at the power of the Demon King.

When Melea is so worried,

"What, are you the Demon King, too?"

Such a voice flew from the people.

"What?"

"I am the Demon King, too. Descendants of the Demon King, to be exact. - Maybe, but we're all gathered here. Really?

Eventually, they begin to exchange words with each other.

"I'm descended, too. The nearby City National Army drove me."

"Me too."

"That's a story, isn't it? How many generations ago did you think it was?"

"It's convenient, right? I can't believe you gave me the power."

"It's always like this when war starts in the near field."

Leaving Melea aside, the reality of those gathered there becomes more and more apparent.

At last, Merea spinned loudly as she gathered all her gaze, twitching all the time that she could not bear it.

"Are you really all descendants of the Demon King?

"- Apparently so."

That day, everyone believed in the reality of the phenomenon of destiny.