Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"... I don't know"

"What is it?

Just a day had passed since the Black Scale Land Dragon (Noel) joined the Demon King line.

The first sickness with Noel made the Demon Kings feel somewhat fluffy and floating because of the realistic sight of the Grounddragon running in front of them, but for one thing they were able to finish safely.

Merea, who was alone in such a land dragon Noel, also had a lot of difficulty jumping around vigorously because she was carrying a benefactor, but even half a day later, it felt like a human dragon was riding Noel.

And the second morning.

We were all working together to carry each package we unloaded for Noel's back again.

From left to right, it's a bucket relay method, like I did in Spiritual Mountain someday.

The end point of the smoothly flowing luggage is in Melea's hand on Noel's back.

Melea was roping them into Noel's body as she received her luggage.

In the meantime, Salman looked at Merea's back in the distance and was shouting.

Unconsciously send the baggage handed to you from the left to the right while making you refrain from catching and damning twins on either side.

It was Elma, the "Sword Emperor", who was on Salman's right side to receive his luggage.

Were you also in the morning water bath accompanying Lilium, whose dark hair is still moist?

Cute water added color to her beauty by accentuating her luster.

"- Did you take a bath?"

"Oh, thanks to the twins. Are you guys good?

"It's okay if it's appropriate. I can blister with mischief anyway. I don't dare to stand up."

"It's a premise to be mischievous, or you're getting pretty extreme too..."

Elma had a much brighter look on her face this day than before.

Her troubled look, which followed from the Duchy of Neus-Gaus, was a lot softer, and if I told you, she had a blown out face.

"So let's hear what you mean by 'I don't know' earlier"

Elma had her moist forehead in her fingers over a slice of flowing luggage and was questioning as many Salman blurs as she had just done.

Salman doesn't dare to touch Elma's change of expression and decides to answer that question first.

"- I've been feeling 'uncomfortable' with Melea for a long time. How dare you - I still don't know exactly who that discomfort is. Vaguely... I don't know... I can't say it well with my mouth, but it feels like I'm looking through the glass. Especially if you've been watching Merea lately. - You don't know why?

"Come on? It looks normal to me in the first place."

Elma answered Salman's question properly.

After answering, her gaze turns to a distant melea.

"Uh, okay, you, dull."

"Become! Then I'm making a fool of myself. I'm sharp! I've heard that satanic women are loved for their feelings! So, you know, what! - Here! I can kill anything because I'm sharp! I'm sharp!"

"You're a terrible wolf... And don't drain the Devil's Sword! - Bullshit, don't swing it, silly!

Salman managed to turn his face bright red and began to wield the Devil's Sword. Apparently, he touched something he shouldn't have.

Next door, the twins are chasing after "Dragon Star" and "Elma Dragon Star,"

"Oh, come on, fool, don't do that in there. This guy is the type who cares a lot about himself being a warrior and not being a normal woman. If you step too far, you'll cry. So shut up. - I'll do the candy balls."

"Really?" "How many?

"Hmm..., five for two"

"Five... good!" "Don't twitch!

Salman took five candy balls wrapped around the paper from his nostalgia and handed them to the twins.

The twins immediately spread the paper one by one, including the blue-transparent candy that was inside in their mouths.

The two shook their beautiful blue and silver hair left and right, "Neus-Gaus candy yummy!" "The Golden Deceased said there was something better in the south, sister!" He seemed to interrupt a little bit to Elma for a moment, talking about things like that.

Salman purposefully plushes the sweat on his forehead just after a job, regains his mind and returns his gaze to Elma.

"Well, suppose that's a good idea."

"… I will protest later that I was taken for granted as dull"

"Okay, okay, I'll accept it later"

I shrug my shoulders, for Christ's sake, and I go back to it.

"- So, where is Melea after all... I don't know...?

"Snort?"

"Yes, there is a presence. - No, it's also fresh. Indeed, the strength and presence of that demon god is remarkable."

There was only a few moments after the words.

Shortly afterwards, he said, adding a clear colour of awareness to his face, as Salman himself had found out on something.

"-" On the battlefield ""

"That's right. Who would have seen it vivid. It was kind of like watching a hero in a book, a hero in a tan, up close. Footcolored, exaggerated, and, on the other hand, oddly persuasive, legendary figures. Because the hero Tan enjoyed as a story in the alley is basically a success story, he also got a strange sense of reassurance - but this kind of reassurance is dangerous."

Elma had an honest nod to Salman's words.

Elma and Merea's vibrant presence on the battlefield is burning behind her brain.

He reproduced Mooseg's collaborative technique by himself, activated several more grand technicalities at the same time, and showed the strength of the fierce even with basic non-surgical body twists.

That could indeed be different if you call it a demon god.

"Yet once away from the battlefield, Merea's whole air blurs. It's hard to see it, like a white moya hanging around Merea the same color as that hair."

"So it's like watching over a sliding glass - or what?... Nevertheless, don't describe yourself as some kind of poet, Salman. Are you a bachelor? It's an incredibly delicate expression from the Fist Emperor's issue."

"You don't think the martial arts are all brain muscles. I'm sure you are. - Yeah, none right now, so let's not pull the Devil's Sword out."

When she saw Elma reddening her face again and reaching for the Devil's Sword pattern, Salman immediately deceived her.

"You, on the contrary, have a better presence off the battlefield... I mean, it's human, I don't know. Well, he's been looking a lot weird lately, but that one feels' like you 'in your case."

"Are you kidding me?

"Chicken. One way or another - I'm complimenting you."

Salman flushed his baggage from the left again to the right.

"Are you praising me? It's hard to understand."

Elma exhales with her nose, "Phew," she sees Salman with her jitsy eyes just as suspicious, while accepting the package and flushing it to the right as well.

and

"- Oh, maybe 'it'"

"What, you got something?

As Salman saw how Elma was and noticed something again.

- You're cute.

"Huh!! So what's all of a sudden!

Salman looked at Elma's face and said that in his true face.

Shortly afterwards, Elma puts her hand forward with a bullet on her third blush and opens it to Salman to show it.

It was like, "Don't come any further over here," a girl I was ashamed to say.

Elma showed samurai-like strength as perseverance on the battlefield, but when she left the battlefield like this, her reaction was like a beginner girl.

- That seems to be the reaction.

As for those women out there, it may be an out-of-the-box normal reaction, but given that we don't live in a normal place, Elma's reaction instead was fresh and seemed more adorable than normal.

I guess there's also a gap with the raucous cold beauty, but more importantly, I felt like Elma's 'humanity' was there.

"Oh, it's a joke"

"I'll kill you. Seriously slaughter."

"Well, anyway"

"This, this one! Damn it! He's a terrible man......!

Salman looks a little overwhelmed with ideas as he single-handedly recieves Elma's accusations.

"Mm-hmm," he looked up at the sky with an extended voice, looking at the destination of the clouds at all costs.

"That's normal. You are conscious of yourself. Finally, I think it feels like it's grounded."

"Is consciousness right for you?

"- Yes."

Salman's gaze descends from the clouds.

The same sandy (sandbeige) eyes as my hair looked straight at Elma.

"You, you were happy enough to make your face red when they told you you were cute?

"Oh, that's... that's..."

"I chewed," "I chewed -" and the twins just lay here. Salman's decopin flew without getting his hair in.

"Ugh." "For monkey's sake!" The twins are holding each other's foreheads, looking up at Salman with a few tears.

I slapped him around Salman's belly pompous with both hands, but Salman didn't particularly care, he appropriately stayed with his hands on both heads to stroke him.

More importantly, it seemed to concentrate on Elma.

"Well, you're proof that your consciousness is right for you."

"I don't know what kind of thing isn't right for me"

Elma mumbled and asked Salman, still blushing a little.

"Well, I guess not. Everyone will have their own first, and I think that's fine. The one who puts it first for others, or something. - Of course, it's great to help someone, but I still think it's best to think about yourself first and think about someone else..."

"Don't assemble logic again."

"Hmm, this subtle feeling, don't you know? Well, I don't think there's a clear answer there.... because there are thin hedges of pre-construction and authenticity, what's the story around here? Perhaps some of them will be put to death as they were built."

"Hmm...... No, but I know. I somehow know that the one who leaves himself alone and puts others first is nagging"

Elma nodded with a serious face.

"Mercenaries won't be trusted if they do it for free. Extreme stories, that's what you think other people put first, right? At least if something in the position of a mercenary is asked for free of charge and only with such good intentions that I can't look at myself, it's pretty nagging, and because I haven't received any more money, the place of responsibility is vague, and I don't think I'll be able to escape any time soon - more importantly, if it's the side I hire, I don't want free."

"Yes! Nothing is higher than free!!"

Odd voices fly from afar, as they react to the word 'free'.

Both Salman and Elma ignored it and continued the conversation.

"Your logic is strange, but is it similar? Anyway, I mean - that's what I'm talking about. Melea is' close 'to it. Oh, let me tell you something, you're never doubting Melea, are you?

"I know. - But what do you mean? From now on, the way you say it is hard to turn around."

Elma said with her neck clenched.

Salman shrugs his shoulders "ok ok" to Elma's point and finally decides to come up with the words honestly.

"Melea - she's on the battlefield to save us. So I guess..."

Salman's gaze turned to Melea, who was grinning to cheer everyone up on Noel.

"The thought is too much ahead of me. So other than that, I can't see 'desire' or 'desire' based on him himself, so to speak."

……

"You just met me, I can make an excuse, but still, I'm going to look around quite a bit and find quite a few other demon kings'" seemingly. "But Merea's the only one who should have talked quite a bit, but I still don't see it. What I see is - a strong determination to help the Demon Kings at all costs. But it's... it's not like that."

Salman looked round at the demon kings around him before returning his gaze to Elma again.

"I think Merea would have had more aspirations and dreams if she hadn't done 'that way to get started'. That's a dream that's not based on battlefield. More worldly, in 'decent', beautiful dreams.

Sometimes Merea makes her eyes gleam with curiosity, don't you think? Sometimes then you make everyone laugh by saying funny things. Care for everyone. - I don't think I'm the same age around here. I have a sense of balance.... I'm supposed to have it. "

It's just...

"That kind of honest aspect of him has been hung up especially recently. I've only seen that kind of honesty a few times, so to be honest, I still feel like I haven't made a decision yet. That's why I'm talking to you."

Salman laughs at himself, but Elma never laughed at that Salman.

In this situation, I even had a kind of admiration for Salman for how much I could think of people so far, in a normal state where everyone would rather be full of themselves.

I don't have a single feeling I'm going to pee there.

"- Maybe that" "" is like a side effect that is stuck in Lindholm Spiritual Mountain and has never appeared in the world before. It's the first time I've popped up in the world, so it's a side effect. "

"Side effects?"

"Oh. - It's too pure for the world. There wasn't much stuff in the vessel, so the first thing that came in that vessel fills it more and more. Well, the thing that came in at the beginning of it - 'Helping Other Demon Kings' was an urge and a desire. Hope it's heavy, big, and glowing. It's heavy and big, but I can't throw it away because it's glittering. It's a big, heavy" luggage "from the one you see. I know you don't think Merea herself is luggage."

"If you think about it, you throw it away, right?" Salman smiled bitterly and showed her the trick of throwing something out.

"I see, it's glowing..."

"I'm telling you, it's only a prediction, mine."

"I know."

Elma also smiles lightly and bitterly at Salman's caution and nods.

"So what happens when you pour out that hope into a vessel"

"- I don't have time to be pointing my consciousness at something else. For example, the" ultimate personal impulse "for him to go out and do something is basically through, even though he might float."

"I see."

"So far, thanks to him, all his aspirations exist based on others. There's no selfishness in him, so to speak, self-centered, based on himself. That kind of selfishness is easy to understand, 'cause it makes it harder to see it. Melea looks blurred as if it was a blur."

"So it looks somewhere, and it looks dangerous..."

"Oh, that's the discomfort I felt for Melea.

- Strong. Wow, strong. But when I touch it, I can see how dangerous it's going to disappear.

And maybe... "

◆ ◆ ◆

- It's our fault.

◆ ◆ ◆

Salman let the blue light drift through his eyes. It was blue - the colour of sorrow.

"That's all he could see because we let him carry such a heavy one when he just came out of the world. Even while he was running on horses, he was killing out of his back, maybe even spiritual unity in preparation for the next battlefield."

"... you're a disciplined man."

"You can't talk about people either."

So Salman finally touched the brightness of Elma's expression.

Sounds like it took a long time to sort out your chest.

"I've noticed what's bothering me so far," he tells her in the dark, with a slightly sarcastic grin.

The opposing Elma, while slightly shy of her face, was answering with a serious face at the next moment.

"... even I wasn't completely able to sort it out yet. But I'm not very smart, so I'm worried and worried, but when I find out there's nothing I can do, I decide to give up on a certain line. - I'll leave the rest to my instincts. I intend to think and live that way so that I can 'behave like me' when I have to. Being yourself is something that leaves soon after thinking about it. It's not up to me."

"Ha ha, I think it's clearer that way and it's a good way to hang out."

Salman laughed with pleasure.

At the same time, I snap at one person in my chest saying, "This guy's all right now".

Even though I have some anticipation of how they will get out, and that's why I know there's no way to stop them.

- Is it the role around you to follow that?

I nodded small thinking so.

That's how we turn consciousness to Merea again.

I was just about to put my last package in Merea's hands.

"- But apparently, if you're Merea, that's all you can think about because of the high tolerance of the deceptive spirit. They'll take it, so they won't be able to throw it out. Considering all the possibilities, I've been thinking about how to protect us."

Salman concluded at the end.

"... well. There's an excuse for not pretending to be in that extreme state, but it's up to us to push it. - Don't forget that."

Elma imitates it, too, and looks up at Melea, who receives her luggage on Noel's back.

The last piece of luggage thrown from the bottom was happily caught and put on Noel's back.

I smiled.

Smiling, though.

- Is that really laughing?

Elma looked at Melea and thought so.

"But I can't do this anymore. I think so, too. Maybe that role can only be played by Merea. I feel crushed by other demon kings."

"Maybe so."

"Thinking about it, I can say that Melea, who is in that position and bearable, on the other hand, seems to be Melea - is that still an aspiration on the 'battlefield' too?... That's hard. I wonder what to do."

That was a word that came naturally out of Elma's mouth.

Even if Elma wasn't conscious, I honestly wanted to do something about it, but it would have been because of the words.

Having set a line about herself, she was beginning to care about Melea first and foremost.

and Salman waited as if for her worrying words like that.

"Well, you - go on."

I said that.

I have a grin on my face.

With that grin on his face, he pointed further at Merea with his chin and showed her the trick of "go."

"Hmm? Go?

The opposing Elma naturally just puts her neck up.

More Salman chased him there.

"You plant 'desire' or 'desire' in Melea. Or pull back."

"What? Wah, me? - You see everyone better. It doesn't have to be me."

"'Cause I'm a pain in the ass. Because I care so much about my shoulders. - It's your job from here on out. Hey, I'm delicate. - On the contrary, I've been thinking too much. - I'm in trouble."

"Ugh, shut up...... But I'm not good at this kind of thing because I'm a lousy mouth..."

Looking purposefully at Salman turning his shoulder with his jitty eyes, Elma expressed confusion by poking her toes and fingers together.

"Besides, I'm still a little embarrassed to talk to guys like that."

"What is that? Wouldn't a woman be nice? I mean, now it sounds like you're planting your desires."

"Fine. For once, whatever desire is based on him, you can tempt him with your own body. For one thing, I don't want you to set up an end point for desires and desires outside the battlefield, or 'I'm going home alive at all costs' might not be desperate when it comes to a critical life companionship. So first of all - you know..., 'I'll let you hold me if I survive the battlefield safely' or something."

"Hold." "Let."

"Don't just react like you're here."

The twins were looking up at Elma slightly.

The elma of the day,

"Huh...!

The reddest face I've ever seen, waving my mouth at Salman.

"Is that it? You're pretty uber over here? - Do it, seriously, I thought you were pretty good at it because you're just beautiful."

Salman's. That was naturally a 'joke'.

It was easy to predict that it would be pretty uber that way because they said it was "cute" enough to be all wolfish.

So the word is mostly a prank.

I acted like I was surprised to see it.

But Elma of the day,

"Oh, so I can. Shh! I can do it! I'm coming!!"

"Yes, there you go."

"Go, go, go." "Hold."

He pissed off his shoulder and walked toward Melea like he was mucky.

Salman looking at him afterwards,

"He's pretty easy to handle..."

"Little more than using candy balls?" "A little?

"Oh, maybe it's a little bit more than you guys..., you guys are self-aware that you're a little..."

When Salman looked at the twins alternately, the two said once they looked at each other.

"I can't have candy balls!" "Demonic Weapons......!

"Ha..."

After sighing at the two young girls, who say with a true expression, Salman returned his gaze to Elma again.

From the back of Elma as she walked towards Melea, the danger she had seen until a short while ago was almost gone,

"- After all, why are women stronger at times like this? How dare a man care too much about his physique. I don't know how much you mean."

Salman grinned bitterly and crushed those words with a self-derision for Mizu.

And

- I'm sorry.

Finally, Salman apologized to someone in his heart, although he didn't put it in his mouth.

I didn't spin that as a word.

If I put it out in my mouth, I'm going to be definitively denying his' thoughts now ', which we're trying to save ourselves in discipline until oh.

- I... I can't tell you.

Yeah, but on the other hand, there's a solution.

That kind of stupid thing about a man who puts his life at risk for a belief that could think twice about himself.

I can't give a clear answer to whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.

If you're a woman, it's because of Elma, who stands on the battlefield, or something like, "That's just prejudice. I don't know about the difference between a man and a woman," Salman himself was sensitive to the difference between that man and woman.

At times like this, a man is prone to swing by things like weirdly beliefs or physique.

When a woman pokes at her, she gets through.

That was Salman's familiar rule of thumb.

For a moment, the face of my mother, who had begotten herself in Salman's brain, had passed.

"Hey, candy balls I just did, give me one. Me, too."

"Uh, you still have a lot of monkeys." "Solo."

"Damn, the last one of the ones I just gave you had candy with flavor. It's the water one, the water one. - I'm so biased about the flavor you guys like. And that's all I'm asking. You're weirdly stubborn, you're still a toddler."

"I said toddler again!" "It's time, girl! Or name!"

"Uh, in a little while."

Salman said so, receiving a beautiful water-colored candy that the twins had removed from their shaved pockets and included it in their mouths.

The sweet, swooping taste spreads in my mouth. A refreshing scent came out of my nose, like an elegant vanilla. The candy specialty of the Principality of Neus-Gaus, with its flavours and aromas, was somewhat like the city's air.

I felt that the sweetness and fragrance of the moonlight flowed somewhere.

- Sweet.

"Uh, the last one..." "I suggest you double the amount because the next candy balls don't have a water color!

"Shut up. Shut up. Mr. Candy Ball is not discriminated against in his natural color. They all have flavors."

"Bu." "No!

"Ha ha."

Laughing, his sandy (sandbeige) eyes followed the white, far away and in the wind for some time.

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