Hyaku Ma No Aruji

27 Stories: Who is the Demon King?

"Master Harsim, there's one thing I'd like to keep in my ear."

A few days had elapsed since the day the Hersheys raised their rebel wolf smoke.

Harsim was contemplating a plan to conspire with King Remusse and his other brothers in the quintessential chamber of the royal castle that day, but once he cut his thoughts as Aisha, the samurai, offered him a cup of tea.

Turn your face toward Aisha and just round your eyes to return a reaction.

"Hmm? What, Aisha"

"One said he wanted to talk to Master Harsim. For more information - a little here."

Aisha said so and cautioned against any further words.

Hershey was told that it was difficult to talk in this place.

"Nothing, it's not that I care. - There is no such thing as a secret detective. My father doesn't even have those arms. My father, who wants to believe that I am incompetent, dares not look at me."

Hersim, who instantly guessed what Aisha cared about, acted and shrugged her shoulders.

Still, Aisha didn't give in. On the contrary, I let him pursue it further.

"Maybe - of" Mooseg ""

"- Stupid.... Hey, are you serious? If we had already gotten into Mooseg's secret service, we'd have a pretty good situation."

Aisha's words of pursuit worked so well that they deflected Hershem.

Harsim, who leaves the surrounding covert situation to a maid and detective named Aisha, couldn't help but feel at home when she told him so.

However,

"It's a joke. We're sneaking a secret detective on this side into the castle, but not a single figure of a crook. But just in case. Don't be alarmed, Master Harsim."

Ultimately, I was to sigh heavily at Aisha's pranky grin. It was also a breath of relief.

"Too many jokes, Aisha"

"I'm sorry. But do you have any idea what my appeal is," When are we going to make sure we don't make it right now? "

"Well... so is that. - All right, all right. Yeah, I was just thinking about plotting things. We need to pay a little more attention to what's going on in the near field.

Well, then let's change places. "

Hersim put his mouth only once on Aisha's offered tea and took a seat after that.

"So, the usual place? Who told you to talk to me?

"It's Uncle Reynald."

Count Reynald, a beautiful man who was spinning words on behalf of his fellow ministers the other day.

He is such an elegant statesman, yet quite a doer that he has both political battles in action.

"Right, okay. Then let's hurry. Uncle Reynald's stories are often too pale to get into his ears."

Reynald has gathered information pale, telling Harsim pale, but because of it, Harsim has sometimes treated the information lightly the other way around.

Even if you think about it a little bit, your thoughts flutter into the rhythm of Reynald's creepy little story.

Reynald had nothing to do with it, but that beauty and distinctive rhythmic discourse seemed sophisticated to Harsim.

"What about Aisha?

"Of course, I'll follow you"

"Then give me a hand."

"As you wish."

Harsim decided to look for a small dagger for shaving his beard to shave his beard, which he had not shaved because he would not go outside.

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The meeting place was an underground space in that tedious storage shed.

Positionally, that fits, but the entrance is not a storage shed.

Exactly. It would seem suspicious if a prince of a country could be seen entering such a storage shed.

Several entrances are located elsewhere, and a small room at the end of the hidden passage is located directly beneath the shed.

"I like it a lot because it tickles my childhood."

"Soil and dust (dust) can get in your way. Without it, as a samurai, I wouldn't say anything in particular."

Unlike Harsim with a fun grin, Aisha was feeling a little resistant to Harsim coming here.

No matter how much cleaning you do, it's in the ground, and the dust doesn't run out.

So if you get a scratch in Harsim's lungs, it's a hell of a thing.

If Hersim dies, the kingdom of Lemuse will perish.

Just like any other Harsim subordinate, Aisha was convinced of it.

While doing so, the two finally reach the small room at the end of the aisle.

The door was gently open, and if I spoke, it was going to sound straight into the room.

"You kept me waiting."

Hersim, who foresaw it, opens the door of the small room even wider, as he says.

Soil smoke broke out from the base of the door along with the murmuring noise.

- Here we go again. Aisha frowned.

Harsim doesn't go through much of that earthly smoke, and he knocks at the door as it is.

I want you to put a handkerchief in my mouth.

Harsim of the day may be superior to politics and military strategy, but he shows neglect in places like this.

Such a trivial (small) pile of neglect may later become a great force to attack Hershem.

The worrying Aisha feared it and at the same time was willing to give the whole spirit to not generating that great power.

So even then, I was forced to put a handkerchief on Hershem's mouth, even though I thought I would be rude.

"Oh, dear, you're still struggling with Miss Aisha, Master Harsim"

On the other side of the earth and dust, a man sitting in a chair in the room was smiling like a child when he saw the two of them.

An old man who rocks beauty and gives an elegant atmosphere - Count Reynald. It was that person.

"Don't tease me, Reynald"

"I'm not as much of a woman as Uncle Reynald calls me a lady either. - I'm afraid so."

"No, no, we don't call Miss Aisha a lady, who do we call a lady? I can't help calling you a warrant lady. It has that kind of elegance and the strength that is specific to women. Well, if you want a housekeeper, you can give it to our adopted daughter."

"Uncle Reynald!

Aisha protested by dyeing her cheeks to Zhu as she held Hershem's mouth in handkerchief.

It doesn't even seem like it, but it seems to be reluctant somewhere.

"Huff, well, Miss Aisha seems to have a lot more to do, so is the other prominent family name out of the way? There's no such thing as a samurai who can reach a secret detective, is there, Master Harsim?

That's about as good as it sounds for the western clandestine states.

"Now, in this East, let's correct that."

"Well, I admit Aisha is stopping by for all-purpose. Sometimes it's hard to push a handkerchief like this for a long time."

"Is it bad that you don't hold it down yourself?

"You're absolutely right. - Aisha, I'm fine now, thank you."

"Please be careful next time"

I don't know more than once. Sending attention, Aisha took a step back.

Harsim sits in the chair in front of Reynald in the meantime and opens his mouth again.

He shot out Reynald with his aqua blue eyes as he shifted his bright brown forehead to the side with his fingers.

"- So?"

"Yeah, a little information I'd like to keep in my ear."

"I guess it really goes into my little ear"

"If it's anything, have your big ears ready. - Well, light mouth in this corner. Let's put it in short.

Tomorrow morning, I got a report from a subordinate about Mooseg, some of which I'm slightly concerned about. "

"Ho."

We need to keep an eye on Mooseg's movements.

Harsim understands that so much that he doesn't like it either.

There are still three countries in between, but it is also true that they are likely to run into each other sooner or later.

"Did you know Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, the Spiritual Mountain called

"Oh, of course. The Spiritual Mountain is said to be the closest place to the heavenly sea of souls. That demon goes hand in hand and stays well in the back of the brain. Well, because of that demon, no decent living person would step in."

"That's right. But there, the army of the Mooseg kingdom said it had stepped foot in large numbers."

"... ho"

Harsim's eyebrows rise.

Interested, that's the face.

"What's the reason?

"You'll be sure with the 'demon king hunt' entanglement. The report arrived in a message using a wind bird, and the inquiry from this one cannot be made immediately, but there was a good description of it."

"- The Demon King Hunt. Is it led by Celias-Blood-Mouseg?"

"Yes, because I am a royal but also a fierce general who leads the army from the ground up. We also hear you are active in the hunt for demon kings."

"Hmmm. - A spouse in wartime, and a genius child? You've created something nasty again, Mooseg.

Is it true that you killed the Demon King alone? I even hear stories about self-taught decryptions of the demon king who killed him that way and mastered them in a generation "

"What do you think? We need to actually take a look around there."

"Right. Hundreds only at first sight, huh?

Anyway, if that's true, I don't know which one is the Demon King anymore. "

"You're right. But behind Celias is the mighty country Mouseg itself. Rather, its princely serias may be much more appropriate as a symbol of the country than the present king of Mouseg. Therefore, no one can help. - No, you're free to do that, but there's no guarantee that you'll be safe after that."

"Nothing is more troublesome than a demon king belonging to a powerful organization. I hear that many demon kings used to be like that - and that's exactly who is the king of one country - but there were many demon kings in those days who were virtuous, and there was a national collaboration to crusade them. In this era of territorial disturbances, cooperation is all about restraint, and it doesn't stand well."

Harsim took a small breath.

"Damn, even though Mooseg is a place where balls of talent gather, even the royalty of that kingdom is the power of power - I'm so proud of it."

I deliberately shrugged my shoulders and showed them, but soon, Harsim urged Reynald to:

"So, that's all the reporting?

"No. The most important thing is after that."

"What?

"The Celias-Blood-Mouseg escaped the demon kings they were after."

To Reynald's terminal report, Harsim turned a blind eye.

He had the look of a heartfelt surprise.

"Is that true? - That's unusual, I didn't know there was a demon king who could escape. No, of course I'm glad."

To be honest, it was surprising to hersim that he was chased away by that Celias-led Mooseg army.

At the same time as I was happy, I wanted to applaud that escaped demon king.

"- Hmm? Demon King 'The'?

and realizes that Harsim had an expression of concern at the end of Reynald's words.

Reynald also seemed to have predicted in advance that Harsim would notice that point, and he went on to say it immediately.

"Apparently, the Demon King is not alone. - Multiple people. My men were observing the battlefield between the Mooseg army and the Demon Kings from a distance, and they said there were more than a dozen demon kings at that time. Well, I don't know if everything is really the Demon King, but some faces seem to have seen it. - Probably."

"So much so that Mooseg goes out of his way to the dangerous Lindholm Spiritual Mountain. I'm sure he's the Demon King."

Harsim nods.

"So they apparently fled east. I mean, east of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, in a direction where the Mooseg Kingdom mainland is, and - in a direction where this Lemuse Kingdom is."

"Ho."

There's been a report of a golden ship slipping down the mountain to the east.

"That's an odd sight."

"It's a hard report to believe if I don't look at it with this eye, too, but assuming it's true - well, there's no reason for my men to lie such an odd lie - I was wondering if this bad taste might be a clan of the Alchemist Kings"

"Oh, um..."

Harsim smiled bitterly.

It was a big bitter laugh since I immediately perceived what Reynald was trying to say and then drew information about the [Alchemist] clan within me.

"I don't think it's ever the bad guys, because it's flashy to do nothing. And since I have a hard time selling my soul too much to the god of commerce, those who don't feel humane there will hate them. I like it though. The pursuit of capital is also one of people's cultural goals."

"Yeah. I know their logic, too.

Whatever - that's why. "

"I see."

Reynald's report concludes.

As Harsim expected, Reynald's story was still nothing short of getting into his little ears.

But Harsim, hearing about Reynald, seemed happy somewhere.

Both Aisha and Reynald noticed that Aqua Blue's eyes were colored with childlike curiosity.

"Send a messenger immediately. Right now."

And also, Harsim's decision was quick.

For a few seconds Harsim, who had conceived to see something in the void, had given such a word.

"Immediately, sir?

"Oh, soon. I can no longer afford to be bothered. Because they are demon kings, they draw in even willingly. If there is a demon king out there who knows his former lemuse, now is the time to reward them. Again Lemuse returns to The Sweet and Noble Country. So instead of giving you a place in this day and age, give me that power. Well, you're right about bugs.

So... this is a deal. "

"- Deal"

"That's right. If there's really more than a dozen demon kings, they'll be able to half-destruct Lemuse if they want to. I don't know how many issues the Demon King has, but I can kill them if I lose the Lemuse. So I'll give you that 'peace of mind'"

"I mean, Master Harsim risks the life of a nation, doesn't he? That's for a bet in the name of a deal."

"I'm strong for every bet, huh?

"I know it well. Originally, I liked every bet."

Reynald gave him a pranky grin and a trick to turn the dice around.

"It's a country that will break if you leave it alone anyway. What do we do without doing it here?"

"Reynald, don't be so drastic, either."

"My boss's royal family already said that, didn't they? I said it on top of each other, and you wouldn't be as shocked as you said."

"- Oh, not at all. The people are going to be pissed off."

Harsim smiled bitterly again.

"What do you think? The people are also the people, and they may be looking for dramatic drugs rather than slowly corrupting them as they are. A potent medicine that will dramatically change your rotten body.

This is Lemuse. A country that once truly put up a small body in other nations to protect the Demon King. We once failed, but only this time we have to succeed. "

"Oh."

A strong force resided in Harsim's aqua blue eyes.

"For Flander-Crowe, the (god of art) who died to protect Lemuse, and for Leilas-Riff-Remusee, the princess of Lemuse, who once put up her body for that Flander.

And I endorsed such a policy of Leilas, even for the most noble people of Lemuse in the world. - Not necessarily. "

Harsim gave thought to the two 'heroes' and to the ancient people of Lemuse, who risked their lives for them.