Hyaku Ma No Aruji

It was an intense growl that appealed to my instincts, so much so that I thought I would get my heart squeezed only by my voice.

Eyes had heard that upstairs at the Sherwood Chamber of Commerce branch, but his legs accidentally took two steps back, still not enough, and he crouched in holding his body with both arms.

"Ugh, wow..."

The first roar was the most intense.

From there onwards, there was a faint sound of voices, not voices, as if to be blocked by something, intermittently bouncing, and then striking something hard.

I guess it's actually a louder noise because that's all you hear from the basement.

And, as Eyes held her shoulder against Elma, and thanks to that, she also calmed her heart beat a little, she heard Shaw sigh.

"... ha"

Dude, shrug his shoulder like that, no, drop it rather than shrug it, and Shaw goes on with the words.

"It sounded absolutely right now, didn't it? - You sounded it."

Speaking for myself, hitting the firm gavel myself was a little funny.

"Well, I don't think the Mooseg chasers have sniffed this place yet, and I can't normally connect that this roar has anything to do with us demon kings..., but you want to avoid standing out after all..."

The advantage of not stopping by the first city gives us some room in our own minds.

The same is true of the situation in which we have not spent an hour since our arrival in the Principality of Neus-Gaus.

Had it not been for these elements, I would have swept through the eastern gate of the Principality early enough, fumbling more hastily and frightened by the gaze around me.

Nevertheless, this is not going to be a waste of time.

Gathering at the East Gate in an hour was a pretty critical time setting, and we did our part of finding our feet.

For the first time in doing so, this meagre enough to wait for another demon king became a precious rest.

Yes, just enough.

- But...

"I figured I'd do something about this enough, sick dragon, but I couldn't stop thinking about it."

Shaw sighs again.

Shaw and I were going to know that Merea was out of standard, but we're going to do something here again, so we're totally out of hand. I thought so, too.

"No, really, how did the dragon come to roar like this when he was so weak?"

The floor of the chamber of commerce, which began to sway with cancer, and the stone walls of the chamber of commerce that smudged and swayed.

What the hell kind of magic did you do?

I won't listen to the discovery of a pharmacological formula for dragon death, so perhaps really, you even used unreasonable 'magic'.

"Once again, I ask, we haven't discovered a pharmacological formula for dragon death yet, have we?

I tried to get confirmation and Shaw asked Zayd.

"Yeah, first of all, we don't have many specimens. It is the dragon who suffers. This time, I also think I was pretty lucky to get a dragon death patient before I died - I'm kind of not sure when it comes to patients. Because I say dragon death leaves little trace when dragons die.

And the reason why I can't find a pharmacodynamic formula is that the bacteria that cause dragon death are layering troublesome degeneration from generation to generation. "

"I'm really glad that's not a human disease," he said.

- If so, it's still magic. No, it could be a spell.

Half joking, half serious, that's what Shaw thought.

Anyway, I guess it's not the kind of pharmacodynamic system that was closely calculated in the surgical formula because it snuck around so intensely.

It's possible that he even took that somewhat cerebral muscle odor type of method, such as using a theatre or shock therapy.

"... well, fine. - Five more minutes. If Merea hadn't come up in five minutes, I wouldn't want to see it, but let's go underground again and decide to call her back. - And the horses aren't running, are they?

"Yep. Running the city with as many as fifteen horses is noticeable in the first place, so I'm letting you send them to the East Gate from the beginning"

"- Great."

Shaw said satisfactorily.

For several minutes afterwards, the Sherwood Chamber of Commerce building suffered the aftermath of a shake from the basement.

They all waited for Melea and Marisa to return from the basement, feeling the shaking and growling that slowly subsided.

◆ ◆ ◆

It was roughly four minutes after the first growl that Melea and Marisa returned from the basement.

The swings and sounds from the Chamber of Commerce basement, which had subsided more and more since the Shaws cut the words, had already lurked the ringing.

Coming up the stairs, Merea was making something like a cut on her cheek, on her arm, all over her body.

Plus, my clothes are torn by the way.

Marisa also rarely messed up her clothes slightly, but by the time she had finished ascending the stairs and turned around, they were already in order.

And, noticing the obviously severely damaged Melea's physical differences compared to Marisa, Eyes just ran over.

"So, just...!?"

Even though her tongue became restless, she asked to be cared for.

His face is colored (all sorts) in agony, and his fist shaking with a grip all the time.

To such eyes Melea smiled and spun her words to reassure her.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. You must be a little dragon."

"It's very easy to understand that being a dragon means' death ', right? That doesn't prove it's okay, does it?

The next person to speak to Melea was Shaw, who shrugged his shoulders.

Merea turns to her voice and smiles back as well.

"That ground dragon, I think I'll recover one day. Well, I just saved him on my own, so I'm not gonna talk about what I'm going to do with him."

I think I'll recover.

Shaw was stunned by the words.

I didn't think I could really cure dragon death.

As a matter of fact, I rather thought that about 70% might be doing it by giving the last 'tranquillity' out of hand so as not to suffer from that earth dragon.

"Do you think you can say that and swell?

Shaw sighed again.

"If I did it to my golden centrism recently, and you, you'd intervene. And while I let Pompom and I make the hard debt to repay."

"Haha, he said he didn't mean it"

"You do. But I care a lot, don't I? It's gold centrism, which is why it's so loud to borrow."

That was Shaw's sincere word.

Shaw recognized himself as a clever, sloppy type, but somewhat nervous about borrowing that he couldn't ignore.

Shaw's words that he didn't like to make borrowings were actually a true representation of Shaw's character.

I can't step down on a huge debt because I'm obsessed with a 'deal' that deals in gold.

I don't want to create a debt in the first place because I can't step down on a huge debt.

But this man named Merea keeps letting himself make more and more debts.

The price of a healthy dragon as a commodity will probably be slight.

The value of that dragon, which had fallen to the lower limit due to dragon death, jumped just short of enough.

It would have brought tremendous benefits to the Sherwood Society.

- Again, I owe you.

small, Shaw said.

I resented myself a little more for lightly saying, "Hmm, fine," etc. to Melea's suggestion.

I was wrong about my perception of Melea.

I thought it was a more combat-specific 'demon god', but Merea was more like a monster than I thought. It's a giant monster that can reach a wide range of fields.

I don't know what you did to that ground dragon, but you better not think that decent common sense will work for this guy from now on.

I should have told you that many times since the time of the encounter with Mooseg, but still, I smash my vigilance net into place in a new way.

"... it's troublesome"

The last word was spun with a small voice that was not audible other than Shaw himself, while Shaw himself admitted somewhere that he had a pleasant mix of tones in that voice.

After that, Shaw turned his consciousness to Merea again.

The wounds on Merea's cheeks and body had disappeared again at some point.

After wiping her cheeks, the wound had healed.

Although it wasn't a deep wound, it's healing too fast.

But Shaw wasn't surprised by that anymore.

Instead, he threw a slightly pricey local ethnic costume at Merea, thinking that the wound would heal but would not bring the torn garments back to normal.

Then he complains with his eyes to Merea, who receives the costume, "Get dressed for it".

Merea also realized the intent and, in large part, began to undress on the spot.

"So, is it time?

"How do you wear this..." confused about the unfamiliar costume, but with Mariza's help, Merea managed to put her sleeve through it, asking Shaw with her neck clenched.

"Yeah, I'll run from here to the East Gate, just a couple of minutes before my appointment."

"Well, let's go"

Merea listens to Shaw's response or no, she receives Lilium from Elma, who is resting, and re-takes charge.

Look sideways at Lilium's sleeping face in that state,

"- Ha ha, that roar didn't even wake you up, and Lilium's pretty dared."

Laughing joyfully, I headed to the Sherwood Chamber of Commerce exit.

To such a melea, Elma, Eyes and Marisa followed in turn, and finally Shaw,

"- Ah.... you shouldn't. I feel like I've been sighing a lot lately..."

"I'm sure of it, Master Sherwood."

Zayed also said he was already good at the anomaly of Merea around there, pointing his gaze at Shaw, which included pity.

For merchant-tempered people like them, 'something that cannot be predicted properly' is not a very preferred existence.

Anticipating the behavior of other merchants, such as when there is a big deal, and behind them to decide where to carry the traded goods, on the other hand, it can also be a huge loss as soon as the target goes off.

So I don't like unexpected elements.

With that in mind, it was a gaze of pity for Shaw.

In contrast, Shaw said,

"Well, there's talk of huge profits because no one can predict."

"That's not a bad idea," he said, expressing comfort to himself, waving one hand at Zayd and beginning to follow the Merea's.

"I'll leave the judgment on the product to you as always. Maybe Mooseg or some other state chaser will sniff this place out, but in doing so -"

"I understand. Because you owe me and Sherwood a debt that I can't return. You won't break your mouth if you die."

"I'm glad to say, well, care for yourself in moderation. If you die, you won't make any money."

Finally, Shaw took off the exit of the Chamber of Commerce and disappeared.

"Those were stormy people..."

So Zayd fixed the position of the monoculars with his fingers, while shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, sometimes, oh, it might not be bad,"

It was also a little fun.