Hyaku Ma No Aruji

The demon kings were riding Zayed's prepared horse, leaving the eastern gate of the Duchy of Neus-Gaus, and once again running down the road to Lemuse.

Each of them did a well shared role, which also made the journey a lot more decent.

The increase in the number of horses also eliminates the need to use carriers and dramatically increases the overall march speed.

If you consider that you are under these circumstances, then it is not too rash to dare to sail smoothly.

This smooth and full sailing situation was in fact felt unexpected, if you look at it from Shaw and others who had 'some concerns'.

"Excellent, gentlemen"

While I say that in my mouth, there is consternation in my heart.

That was not due to the stunner they were good at, but to 'not lacking as one', regrouping on the spot.

To be honest, I was wondering if one or so people would disappear forever without telling me anything.

But he's back.

And so when they were all gathered again, I felt that the bonds that had been tightened before the building of this group had become a little stronger.

Shaw was also a little surprised at himself for being happy about it.

"- Let me start by saying that it's all right. It is very good from a merchant's point of view that the process (process) to the desired result will proceed as scheduled (and wherever).... Well, if you look at it personally, it seems a little distracting."

Thus, Shaw gazed forward with a merchant, thin smile.

It was Elma the "Sword Emperor" who was running at the head of the group.

Everyone has already noticed on previous trips that she has outstanding horseback riding skills.

And the breadth of the guard net at the time of the wild beast was much to the help of the demon kings.

Therefore, the formation since leaving the Duchy of Neus-Gaus also naturally fits into the shape in which Elma runs the lead.

On the other hand, however, Shaw had found another factor in Elma's attempts to lead the way.

- Feel it, is it?

From her back, I felt like there was heavy air leaking.

Naturally, that wasn't visible, but I couldn't help but think so in an attempt to peek (or not) at the side of Elma, which was only slightly visible when unfolding to the left and right.

Elma's expression is particularly hard compared to other demon kings.

I can't even say I'm powerless or anything in this situation, but Elma's facial stiffness is still noticeable.

- Could it also be a guilty consciousness for bringing in Mooseg?

Such extraordinary anticipation was floating behind Shaw's brain. Because the rationale depends on my senses, I just can't put it in my mouth.

But if you believe in that feeling, as coupled to such a prediction,

- Maybe Miss Elma is daring to take the lead in shielding herself.

And so on and so forth, more extraordinary predictions come to mind.

Neither is the anticipation of a failure to present a reasonable basis well.

What a merchant-like story, Shaw thought to himself.

"- Elma, in a hurry, ru?

And, inadvertently, from the side of Shaw, the voice of an adorable girl stroking her ear gently was flying.

- Miss Eyes.

"Eyes, okay?

When Shaw looked to the side, there was an eye for attitude held on Mariza's back.

Eyes are on the horse that Marisa holds the reins.

And apparently, Shaw wasn't the only one who spotted Elma's feelings. The words that came out of her little mouth proved that.

"I'd love to call you that, because the madman maid holding the reins in front of you is unlikely to allow it. Let's look at the gap and call it that."

"Heh heh, that's it, you know, sometimes,"

Shaw was surprised at the cute laughing eyes.

- That's unexpectedly the kind of place you come to, this young lady.

I was wondering if you would say to Marisa, "Don't bully Mr. Shaw, that's right," or briefly, "meh," and I'm laughing adorably with "that, that sounds funny" such a fun color on my face.

- Sounds like this lady might be more spiritually tough than Miss Elma or something.

Based on how she looked when she was on the golden ship, Shaw thought that.

Then I'll call you Mr. Shaw, too.

"Yeah, that's a good point."

"Golden deceased is enough for this man, and I will never let you abandon the Eyes."

"Hey, don't move into a vigilant position with those glitzy eyes. I don't want to play games that I know are bad."

That's what he said as he flew his gaze down to Chau with his side.

Shaw shrugs and relays it, turning the story back to the beginning. I'm getting used to it a lot already.

"- Well, as for Miss Elma..., what do you think? If it's okay with my predictions, I'm pretty sure there's something going on."

"I wonder why."

"Hmm... maybe you regret how you have now involved the other demon kings in the moozeg you have brought with you. For example, 'because of me, even the other demon kings have been chased by a powerful country called Mouseg' - or something."

"That's Elma's assumption, isn't it?

"- Yeah, maybe, maybe."

Shaw got stunned again. It was so packed with words for a moment.

Instead, in amazement, even this silver-eyed little girl had something close to fear.

- Much, I mean sharp.

And more importantly, they say that they don't wear clothes on their teeth.

Yeah. To those who do and feel, "That's wrong. It's a mistake," it's hard to say in a nutshell.

In this subtle sense of distance between demon kings, it is a kind of courage - or recklessness - to be able to say so, even if not directly.

Yet this girl made a bare affirmation.

Is that why you don't know everything, or is it because of your girly innocence?

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The former.

To be honest, there was no reason.

I was aware that as a merchant I would be disqualified.

But Shaw, after looking Eyes in the eye, was intuitively deriving such an answer.

Once again, Eyes spun his words around Shaw's inner circle.

"'Cause we decided to run this way, we're all, right?

"Yeah, you're right. - Or I was the first to come down east."

Yes, when Shaw answered, Marisa, who was manipulating the horse in front of Eyes, pinched the word at all costs.

"Then take responsibility and get on the horse now. - Come on! Get the horse on your back! It's a hiss!

"It's tyranny!? Just here! - Ah! You're getting nasty now!?"

"I didn't. What do you say? Rotten..."

"You don't say much, Mariza, do you?

"Yes, Master Eyes, I said a little too much"

Eyes says no, Mariza drips her head (like this) in an immediate motion.

I didn't turn around because I was driving a horse, but I looked forward and lowered my head with pepper and a slightly dim mix of voices.

It is a quick switchover.

Shaw heard that Mariza's honest apology,

"Huh, complicated! I feel so complicated! Like you won. Like you lost! No, you're probably losing. This!

I had an indescribable feeling about the difference in how I handled it.

"Ha...... well, Miss Elma is about to burst if you don't say something. -After."

"And?"

Words connecting other contents at the end of Shaw's words followed, with Eyes necking him on the horse.

"And further in front of it, our Lord, who runs behind Miss Elma - Melea-Maire, there is something rising from her back."

Shaw was aiming to realize that another man was causing another nervousness different from Elma's.

Instead, you seemed more difficult to talk to than Elma, even seemingly seeping into the killer.

"... I, as Mereah's maid, would like to give you something, but touching it without preparation is going to break my body. - Ahhh! But the maid my husband would destroy."

Marisa had also noticed that Merea's lumpy air had changed.

On the contrary, the majority of the demon kings who are hypersensitive to killing under this circumstance had noticed that they were particularly strange to Merea.

"Hey, shut up there madman. And let us be united in the crazy direction."

"Melea-kun, is it okay...?

The other demon kings looked at Elma running the lead and Merea running slightly behind her in a complex mood.

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Merea had finally gotten used to driving horses as well, reassuring herself not to be intoxicated by horses unexpectedly, before this time extending her hand of thought in a different direction.

The end of that hand was my inner self.

Melea was alone, spilling words inside.

- I know.... No, I meant I knew.

That I don't have fangs.

――……

I know what it feels like to have stabbed you.

It's not the first time I've hit a person or anything.

I've dealt with the English Spirit many times.

Yet,

-... disgusting.

I still had a feeling in my hand.

It was "A Feel I Don't Know."

I'm used to it, and I'm no longer at all emotional - the feeling of beating people up.

Beating meat, the feeling of sounding bones.

Inorganic.

To the point where I realize that's what it is, I've kept the situation close to people that adds physical harm.

But... no.

As soon as my hand was on it, it felt like it was coming through.

- Changed.

It was "A Feel I Don't Know."

That was so disgusting to Melea.

- It's disgusting.

It was more uncomfortable than the first time I touched something I didn't know because what I knew suddenly transformed into something else.

I thought it felt like an inorganic beating. That came back mixed with something lukewarm and creepy.

For a moment, I felt like I had touched the other person's life.

-... no.

I knew it.

I always knew.

But even though I knew it with my head, my aversion to the sensation was not immediately counterproductive.

Though not at first sight, the shock of "One Touch" was even more serious.

- Shit.

I knew you'd be in a war, and I was going to be ready.

The last half of my life, which was unrelated to such a thing, now passes behind my brain.

Seriously, there are sexual roots.

The roots of my soul.

It's the first one over there.

-... 'but',

Melea and I were going to do something about it.

And also, for better or worse, what immediately seemed like 'something to do' there was deeply related to Melea being raised by the 'English Spirit'.

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Maybe if she had been raised by the 'heroes' of her lifetime, Merea would have gone for the ideal 'hero of immortality' of a fantastic hero.

Even if it were reckless, the propulsion of the sexual roots that Merea had inherited might have made her go that way.

Now,

Merea was raised by the 'English Spirit'.

The Spirit, once a hero, was most of those who, at the time of his death, knew the blackness of a man's heart.

And therefore most of them had untrained and regretted.

The spirits are not, strictly speaking, lifelong heroes themselves.

It is an abomination that cannot exist without untraining and regret.

So to speak, 'fragments'.

Even if it was due to their spiritual strength that they retained all that reason, the original was a 'cut off being', just like the spirit that was spreading to Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

What direction does a fragment of an untrained and regretted hero have when he becomes a spirit, on account of the blackness of a man's heart?

Even that Flander-Crowe tolerated the blackness of these times at the end.

Flander, who could be described as' sweet 'about himself, had embraced the blackness of a person's heart, at least as much as its whiteness.

In the end, they want to be conscious, unconscious, mostly ideal heroes.

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I had given up.

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That's why it was "Merea-Mere".

They tried to entrust their wishes to another, not their own.

The body is made of our own factors, but the mind is a completely different being.

Not yet, a being who hasn't given up.

It proves the existence of possibilities at the edge of the line.

We don't see it for ourselves, but he might find us a new way.

I want you to take the factors that were piled on that body to where you once wanted them to be. I thought so.

Everyone was aware that it was a selfish story.

That's how Merea was born.

In the end they didn't stop.

But such, too, they noticed a certain 'anomaly' along the way.

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By growing ourselves, on the contrary, Merea is beginning to tolerate the blackness of the times and the blackness of people.

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If I came to this world for the first time and I was told that many times afterwards, I naturally think, 'Oh, is that the world'?

Whether Merea's spirit grows from the beginning to a certain stage, but depends on her values for this world, the baby is equally blank.

Merea's failure to go down to the lower realm herself also fuelled that trend.

When I realized, everyone exhaled heavily.

Nature and breath leaked, like spitting out everything I was packing.

It was mourning, appeasement, sadness, convincing, meant a lot, a big breath.

If we tried this, we understood at the same time that we were only 'The English Spirit' when we were convinced that it was a natural and yuki.

So in the end, they stopped pushing 'Ideal Hero Statue' on Melea.

"Live as you please," I said.

I meant it, too.

That's when untrained and regretted disappeared from among them.

Each individual only knows if it stems from giving up everything, or from finding another hope.

However, it was undoubtedly those 'parents', the English spirits, who created the values of Merea that they could attempt to adapt quickly to 'these times'.

Merea adapts to the times more than she thinks herself.

No one could still tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing at this point.

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Melea unites her spirit as she is rocked on the horse.

- If you don't grind the fangs.

I'm sure I need a fang of murder.

What do you do when someone comes forward who can't help you?

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- Next, over.

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- Tell me it's too late after it's all over.

Prediction, Reality, Reflection.

I went through (to) that spiritual mountain summit with the most necklaced feeling of it.

- You were lucky.

This reflection could have been carried out 'without losing anyone'.

If they were stronger, they could have lost someone because of this.

- Think there won't be a second time.

Who was it that decided to be a hero to the Demon King?

While riding a horse, Merea was just studying her fangs.

It hasn't grown yet, but the next time I need that fang, I panicked and let it grow. It doesn't make any sense at all.

So, it's just that Merea kept grinding her fangs deep down in her heart.

It was the only time.

Merea gradually sharpens her spirit to cross the 'first line', which is the hardest to cross.

Celias led the evaluation of Merea called The Fangless Monster, which was right at this point.

However,

The guarantee that the monster would remain intact until the next battlefield was nowhere.

The battle had already begun at that point, whether Celias predicted correctly or whether Merea would go beyond Celias predictions.

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