Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Yes, I'll jump. Hey!

"I'll jump!" "Psst!

"You're kidding me! This is about to break! Whoa, whoa, whoa! I can see the steps over there!!"

"It's okay! The power of gold is great!!"

"It's not a decent answer!!"

Among the strange golden ships gliding through the Spiritual Mountains, I thought this was still so or so.

Whenever the bottom of the ship rides up the steps, the inside stirs, and twenty-two demon kings circle.

Leaving it to the hull, which had accelerated enough, the twins had also taken refuge on board, dancing through the universe laughing properly and joyfully.

Salman grabs those two and sits them in the near field all the time telling them to keep them company. He was like a man parent swung by his mistress daughter.

So, after catching two girls who seemed to be in danger if left alone, Salman shifted his gaze around.

It was just by the window that my gaze was drawn.

There was a demon king who was flashly exposed to ugliness.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

"Hey! Don't throw up! What happened to the sword emperor?

"Ouro - uhp, wow, I don't like rides...... oouro"

"Beauty's throwing up makes me feel extra sorry for you, so bear with me!

It was Elma, the sword emperor, who had his neck out the window of the golden ship and scattered diarrhea.

Dark hair is overwhelmed by the wind of slippage, and the "Devil's Sword Crishura" on the edge of her "Sword Emperor" is thrown inside a golden ship and turned into a dangerous object.

"Oh, someone take the Devil's Sword. Oh, it's dangerous."

"Don't talk while spitting!!"

Salman's claws fly.

If you look closely, there was also a bump and whimper from outside of Elma.

Inspired by the tragic seasickness situation, Salman squeaks and stirs his sandy hair, sighing loudly.

Then Merea was now reflected in that Salman's vision.

The melea of the day,

"Rororororororororororo"

"Oh my goodness!!"

He leaned next to Elma, took his neck out of the window, and dramatically nauseated.

"This is the first time I've ever had an attraction like this... Yu, the shake sucks...!

"You can't just walk away from the fight with you! What the fuck, you guys! Sister brother!

"In that case, I'm your sister."

"Don't be mysteriously mean!! - Ah! What? These guys get tired!

"You don't have to get stuck, do you?," a voice was raised by several other demon kings who had managed to remain calm.

"Speaking of which, you didn't hear your name, fist emperor's"

"Ah? Me? - I'm Salman."

"Right, Salman? Good name, Rorororororo."

"Because I get it! I know I'll praise you, so I'll see you later!

Thus, while Merea and Elma were sighing (crushing) with their vain (depressed) eyes, Salman watched the other demon kings again.

"Fuck you! We don't have enough money. Whoa, whoa! More golden glow ohhhhh!!"

One odd man is kneeling (kneeling first) on the floor of a golden ship that is slowly beginning to collapse and is fisting regrettably.

It's Shaw.

I was bragging earlier when I shouted 'The Power of Gold Is Great', but when I see him giving a mysterious oddity like this, I still get a little anxious.

It's hard to tell if you're okay or not.

- Humanly, I can't totally tell who saw how.

With my thoughts, I move my gaze next door.

"Uh, this is gonna get me drunk..., uh..."

Next to the odd man, Lilium (Flaming Emperor) was raising his extended voice as he flew a red lotus bird over his head.

Not as good as Merea or Elma, she seemed somewhat seasick, too.

and there,

"Here, this, hey, fun..."

Further up, Salman shifted his gaze.

My voice is pretty good next time.

And the Lord of the Voice was an unexpected figure.

"Hey, are you okay?

"Ugh, yeah. I'm fine... right?

In response to Salman's worrying inquiry, it was the "Tenjin" Eyes with a particularly luxurious body among the Demon Kings who returned with a grin.

While the body of a luxurious girl is still showing off her stubborn endurance in these places. It was just a surprise.

"Dear Eyes, I found" Orange Licorice "in the corner of Spiritual Mountain earlier, so I've been collecting sassa, would you like to summon it? Sweet and delicious, isn't it?

Sitting right next to that eye, some odd maids are giving orange plants from their nostalgia.

The body is immovable, the face is faceless, and there is no fine dust.

"That, speaking of which demon king is the maid there?

Salman was honestly asking, as I recall, who the maid was.

MADE - If you are a "Mariza", notice Salman's voice and turn your gaze, answering casually.

"I am the descendant of the Demon King who was given the title of Tyranny Emperor."

"Wow..."

"Why are you hissing there?

"No, 'cause that's what" Tyranny Emperor "is all about, right? In the incarnation of violence born in some warring nation state..."

Saying, Salman blushed his words.

I wondered if I could say the words that followed to her, descendants of the Tyrannical Emperor. It wasn't a very good word.

That's how I kept saying it, and on the contrary, Mariza was spinning the end of the word better, as if she had guessed for Salman.

"Yeah, the old" Tyranny Emperor "was wicked. I made the force say something. If it was about an invasion, I was. - If you know that kind of past history, you might hold one or two of your fears."

"- No, but that was quite a while ago."

Salman said as he was convinced that Mariza was not the same as that "tyrant emperor".

Salman doesn't know Marisa's qualities very well, so it was more like a 'desire'.

"You're not, are you," he said, letting that kind of inquiry be included in the words.

Mariza was Mariza, and she seemed to find out what Salman was trying to say,

"- Well, I myself detest what the" tyrant emperor "once did. Totally nonsense. They didn't know the joy of serving and making people happy."

I was answering with a nod.

I felt the expression was slightly cloudy before the words came out, but the words themselves were clear.

The expression clouded, I guess, because there was a glitch that I couldn't describe in a word.

All in all, her eyes, which call out her ancestral work as nonsense, dwelt only then on the light of a strong will, and so Salman believed her words for the first time.

Immediately afterwards, to divert the topic from the dark direction, a slight plagiarism was laughed at and asked.

"The joy of serving people. So, you serve me, too?

I raise my shoulder and ask with a laugh, "What do you say?"

Marisa let Salman's inquiry only get her eyes right for a moment, but she laughed instantly with her nose.

"Not you," he seemed to say.

"I decide for myself who I serve. My First Master's terms are stronger than mine. My second husband's terms are cute."

"What are the criteria for that judgment?"

Salman was laughed at with his nose and had a slightly musty look on his face, but was soon questioning Marisa's mysterious standards.

As Marisa knew she would be asked beforehand, she smiled and lined up her words with a hard smile.

"-Because if you were weaker than me, you might kill me while you're serving."

It's noisy.

I didn't expect that word to come out, talking about serving or not serving.

Salman once again cracked his cheek, "Wow..." Don't hesitate to laugh next time.

"Hey, why? What? What? Is that like a VIP assassination maid or something?

"If it's not okay for me to poke, could you stop me when I enter the 'tyranny period'"

"What is it..."

"Girl's Day, it's like. It's a day that gets a little violent. Don't make me say it out of a woman's mouth anymore. You don't have a delicacy."

"Damn, it consists of not being deceived by such a thin lighted face!! That's an absolutely nasty word for a tyranny period or something!! Don't talk like it's even the same as a girl's day!

Salman poked his bi index finger at Mariza.

Marisa is deliberately smacking her head "hehe," but her eyes aren't laughing. Instead, I'm not laughing a lot in the face either.

It was pretty creepy that motion was the only illuminating motion with no expression.

"- Ah... well, he's descended from the Demon King, and there's nothing I can do about it. Do you have the power of blood..."

But Salman took a quick breath and told Marisa so.

The descendants of the Demon King have sometimes been born with their demon king's roots in them.

Salman knew that, too.

So I guess there's some kind of power that I got without wanting to.

In conclusion, he decided to follow the six-sensitive siren, "You're going to be yaked if you step in any further".

At the end of the day, I just wanted to ask you one thing, and I never asked you about Salman.

"Anyway, then, is' The First Master Stronger Than Myself 'a mutually cooperative master to have himself stopped during that tyrannical period"

Prediction.

Hearing the anecdotes of the former "tyranny emperor," he had some anticipation of what the tyranny period was like.

Adding to that the story of Mariza so far, I can be sure that it would be 'a force of sorts I can't stop myself'.

Behind her words, "Wouldn't you stop it" included a desire to "stop it".

And as affirming such an out-of-the-box word of Salman, Mariza was answering with a nod.

"- Right. In a more rooted sense, you must be my master. But if you were my master, who stood up and stopped me, I would give my life to him. I will be an indispensable person to live as a maid. If you give me that freedom, you can give me everything."

Looking at Marisa's words (various) and the purple eyes on which her strong emotions were riding, Salman said,

"- Right."

I just said that and didn't ask any more.

Actually, I wanted to ask you a few more questions.

"What if that master can't stop you?".

However, in the current situation, I was hesitant to make a bad prediction and ask her, as she flaunted her chest.

As it is, if we are all to work together to escape, it may not be a matter to be left alone.

Still, Salman didn't have - the courage.

I didn't have the "carefree courage" to step that far in the current situation.

But at the end of the day,

"- It's okay. If this group becomes endangered because of me, I will leave here. So it's okay. That's not what worries you."

Marisa said with a faint grin, as if she had also seen the inside of Salman.

Unlike the usual, colorless Marisa doll-like grin, the grin seemed to hold sad colors.

Second, Eyes, who was quietly listening next door, lay that little hand over Marisa's hand.

"Are you okay?" he looks worried.

Marisa was responding to it with a soft grin that only showed Eyes.

"But I have finally met someone with 'potential'. It may have been a coincidence, but the thing is, right now, 'it wasn't destiny,' and I also think it's B-female. So, I know I'm trying, but I can't help but hope -"

Soon Mariza's gaze was off Eyes and off Salman, pointing in a different direction.

Marisa's gaze was directed at Merea's back.

At that time Salman, indeed, saw the contours of her wishes.

The conversation finally breaks off there, with an unspeakable atmosphere.

Mariza lay her eyes down and had her usual colorless smile on her mouth.

Salman similarly laid his eyes down and shut up once, but being silent that way was kind of intolerable, and he quickly shifted his gaze to Merea's back again.

Although I don't think I'd say it first, being an outsider, because she hasn't said for sure yet that she herself is putting her wishes on Melea.

- "Good luck," or "please."

Salman approached Merea wondering if it would be good enough to hang words like that that included.

A man's back approached that let the wind sweep his snowy hair,

- All right.

"Rorororororororororororororororo"

"It's ruined!! How much do you throw up!! It's really ruined!!"

I was stuck unexpectedly.

In the end, I couldn't say a word of encouragement.