Hyaku Ma No Aruji

The march speed of the Demon King's one line rose significantly since Noel joined.

That is only because Noel is undertaking the luggage that the horse should carry, although there was something commendable about the horse as well.

It was only at a distance that he would never escape against the earth dragon, who was easy to understand and superior in the wild.

I felt relieved because I was uneasy at first.

Only the horse that Zayed chose with his chest stretched out.

"It must be quite capable, he is"

"Alchemist King" Shaw was nosy about it.

"Surprisingly, I'm proud of you for something other than money."

"People are property!

Noel at the time has Merea on board with her luggage.

Sometimes Noel and I talk in dragon language, and we get used to riding on dragon bodies, which is exactly what dragon cavalry (dragoons) are called.

He gets used to it.

"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, but it seemed a little disgusting at first."

"You just weren't guerrilla."

Originally, it was difficult to say that the march at the fifteen was not at all noticeable either, but it goes without saying that if a ground dragon were to be added there.

Nevertheless, I value speed knowingly with that.

Unlike previous journeys, which I was careful not to enlighten you about where you were going at an early stage, you no longer have to dare to be there.

When we get here, all we have to do is run through to Remusse.

Before Mooseg's chase, go to Lemuse.

"-So."

Fu, Shaw, who had a conversation with Salman by lining up his horses at the rear of the horse group, was spinning his words in a serious tone with a slight correct collar (er).

"You've gotten here sooner than I expected for some reason. Honestly, if I got ahead of myself with this, I'd have to say I wouldn't have been able to do it any way. I even benefit from the feet of the dragon."

"Oh, not at all. I'll give you a big round of applause with both hands when Mooseg's power far outstrips ours."

Salman took one hand off the reins and opened his body.

"By the way, what's it like to be in Remusse?

"If you fly at this speed - fast and two days. I guess three days is a reasonable place."

"Then don't hold the food."

"Yeah. And strength. Well, for one thing, you'll be fine."

Looking around at the other demon kings, Shaw said.

"Then the assumption if it works would be enough. The problem is, if you're ahead of the curve,"

I could rather just think about it there.

If they don't even get ahead of me, I don't care about the rest.

The only thing to think about is if Mooseg is ahead of this -

"... you think he's here?

Salman said as he let his sandy hair sweep into the wind.

That's a serious look.

"That's right... is it five minutes?"

The voice of an extremely serious tone returns from Shaw as well.

"Five minutes. That's it, five minutes."

"Because that's what Mooseg is. For example -"

Shaw took his right hand away from the reins and, more importantly, raised his index finger to show it.

"What if they use a dragon?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's say you try to make one, and you get one of the dragons."

"Come on? Isn't it from around there?"

"Grounddragons move in flocks. If you try to steal the whole thing, you'll be attacked by an army of adult dragons.... Oh, that sight has more impact than a nightmare. Imagine I almost cried."

"Hmmm...... then sneak in the eggs"

"I don't know if the dragon will look away."

"That's purposeful, you think I'll try to target the whole child dragon? While you're distracted..."

"Is it a simple positive move?... I wonder. I'm still lacking persuasion. Well, in any case, we're going to have to make quite a sacrifice to secure the Grounddragon in any way."

"But Mooseg easily approves the sacrifice if he thinks it's necessary. The strength of that country is built on every sacrifice."

Salman was also aware that the presence particularly visible in that sacrifice was precisely who we were, our ancestors, and those on the brink.

"Well, though, once you look, there are times when dragons are sold off the ground, so it's possible that something could have been done with simple economic power around it"

"Are you already assuming that Mooseg will use the ground dragon? - I don't like it at all, your predictions are about to hit something."

If it was a product of a total fantasy, Shaw wouldn't have talked like this either.

At least being a 'merchant', he is basically a realist, even if his use of fantasy in jokes remains.

If so, there's probably some kind of catch.

Don't get me wrong, maybe there's a blurry contour in Shaw's head that small pieces of information overlap and maybe they are.

So Salman exhaled blue breath to show that he would "hate it".

"Seriously, that would suck. Then I'll throw my hands out."

"No, I agree"

Shaw laughed.

But Salman soon returns from an act that stirred up his outlook and begins to spin his words seriously again.

"If the dragon appeared before us, and it was in front of Lemuse..."

Salman continued with a strong determination in his eyes.

"You can't fight him first. I'll do anything to push him into Lemuse."

"- Yeah, right."

It was also something that could be seen from one incident at the Spiritual Mountain, but in addition, by listening on the road, my consciousness gradually turned to it.

I mean - to the fact that some demon kings aren't good at fighting.

Eyes are the best example of this.

Yeah, it wasn't until after the first Great Wars that the demon king certified spearhead of the state was directed at those who inherited somewhat special secrets.

In order to strengthen its foundations from more different perspectives, the state began to look to those who exert strong power in economic terms, like Shaw, for example, and those who exert strong power in intelligence, like Eyes, and those who display convenient abilities within such an overall framework of power, even if they never excel in fighting themselves.

As the forms of war between nations become more diverse, their special rituals become more treasured than the power to fight.

It was also convenient that they were not superior to such simple powers (rickety) compared to the demon kings who rebelled against the state side during the first Great War.

Because of their weak physical resistance, they are easy to catch.

And in this line of demon kings, there were many descendants of demon kings who became targeted by the state after that.

Salman knew that, so he first proposed a strategy to get them off the battlefield and somehow push them into the Remuse.

"If it's critical, throw it. But I will. You can't fight. Just keep the one on the front line, avoid it at all costs. That's what I meant as a Fist Emperor."

Salman's determination is firm.

That was also passed on to Shaw from the side.

Shaw takes such Salman's word for it and shrugs his shoulders to look good.

There was a bitter smile on my face.

"Ha. You, shouldn't it be time to let your nostrils (two places) sneak up on even the medicinal herbs that work on your stomach? I feel like you care about me the most."

"Then pick up the herbs that work on your stomach at your chamber of commerce."

"When you get to Lemuse safely, we'll create a Lemuse branch and we'll do that for you."

"That's right. I don't know, you already have a calculation to make a chamber of commerce branch in Lemuse. Ya cancer"

"Naturally. Who do you think I am? Golden victim, Shaw-Jules Sherwood, right? It's a helpful premise and a premise to make money."

"I respect you."

Salman sent a sarcastic grin to Shaw.

"Well, I'm fine. I couldn't care less about the recoil before. You mean shaken it off in the opposite direction...... leave it alone. My story is a shame compared to Melea and Elma and you. That's not enough to talk about."

"Okay, sooner or later"

"Be relieved."

"Because I smelled gold."

"I'm scared of your nose now."

Salman smiled bitterly.

"Anyway, let's move on now. To talk about it, let's start with a satisfied bunk."

- That's right.

They cut the conversation there and ran the horse forward again.

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Over one night, the next evening.

The atmosphere of the Demon Kings began to tingle around.

- It's a nervous exposure.

I couldn't help it.

You may reach Lemuse in two days, or vice versa, you may see it again with Mooseg's army.

Then we'll have a frontal collision this time.

I didn't think I'd make it work like that.

That's because we had the advantage of the situation and the interest of the land here.

If I hit him in five minutes properly, I don't know what would actually happen.

So they got nervous.

At the same time, I wished.

Please, just so there's no moozeg there.

I haven't left any blatant footprints on the road so far - I'm going to.

Still, it also seemed self-evident that Mooseg would put up a search line to the east if he dismissed the possibility.

You may not think you're aiming for a lemusee with signs of decline these days, but the three countries behind it will rise as candidates for a place of escape.

Even if we don't know where it's going to be, we might make a number say something and put up a huge search line, including a detour.

Mooseg has enough fighting power to make huge things out of that kind of mess.

Nevertheless, getting too pessimistic is also a problem.

After all, I don't know which is the truth until I see it.

So they wished and prayed.

Please be in the situation we wanted, and.

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I crossed the second night.

In Shaw's prediction, we might get to Lemuse early and tomorrow.

The demon kings had fewer mouths.

At the same time that I thought that I might be able to reach Lemuse without anything going on, I also thought that I might encounter (like) Mooseg.

A hint of tension was beginning to leak from the Demon Kings.

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Third night.

Of Shaw's predictions, the latter was centered in terms of two days early and three days without difficulty.

Thanks to this, I made a prediction that something would undoubtedly happen tomorrow.

Tension reaches a critical point.

Makes me want to fly my horse in a hurry, but I might not be able to use enough legs when I have to leave my horse's legs resting here in front of the moozeg.

On the contrary, however, it was also superimposed to be able to rest in critical places.

Some battle-based demon kings, particularly accustomed to the battlefield, let the needle-sharp killer slip from their shoulders and vice versa, the demon kings, who were not comfortable fighting head-on, cared for them and gave them a perseverance (chi chi chi) look.

The connection between the demon kings has also become much stronger.

That's for sure.

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And the fourth morning came after Shaw and Salman made their predictions.

If their predictions are correct, do you see the city of Lemuse or something else at noon?

Everyone silently prepared and drove the horse with few words.

That day, Merea ran quite forward with Ground Dragon Noel, alerting her surroundings with her white hair in the wind.

There's an elma on the back of it, spreading the alert net as well.

The Demon Kings were praying that their enemies would not be caught in the two particularly superior vigilance nets.

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The sun was about to fall on Jomtien.

High position.

It's noon.

Melea was riding Noel's back and looking around as she balanced herself by pinching the roots of her neck with her legs.

- Is it time?

In Shaw and Salman's forecast, just three days from the forecast at this noon.

If the anticipatory logic they put together is right, I see something now.

……

Eye gazing.

Red eyes reflect the field, but I still don't see the shadowy things in the city.

Again, there were no people around, and until now, I couldn't even see the pedestrians and merchants who were sometimes seen.

Eye gazing.

On the right I saw a sparse green hill.

South.

I have never seen Merea, but it seems that the south of the eastern continent is a rich land of plants.

I remembered that information, but soon switched my mind.

Eye gazing.

Brown wilderness on the left.

Apparently, he runs between the wilderness and the narrows of the wilderness.

Eye gazing.

- And, uh, I saw sand all the way up in the back of my vision.

Dust.

Rolled up in the wind, or - 'Has anyone trampled rough'.

Gaze even more.

Is there anything hidden behind the dust?

I tried to tell.

Then, an unexpected gust swept from left to right, and it blew away the dust in the back of his sight at a time.

Merea looked over without blinking, blocking the wind in her eyes with her arms.

The dust clears,

There,

I saw something.

"I'm here".

That dust is not the work of the wind.

Something was there, and the ground, which was neither wilderness nor wilderness, was trampled down, and the sand was rolled up.

For a moment.

In an instant, Merea identified the presence of something of it.

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The shadow was very similar in shape to Noel, on whom I was now riding.

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"- It's a dragon (Railnote)!!"

Merea's cry was also a cry that aroused tension for the demon kings, and more importantly a cry that reminded them of sorrow.

They saw the 'black crest flag' of the tall Museg - on the back of the dragon in the land.