Hyaku Ma No Aruji

At this point, Merea naturally had in her breasts the idea that the presence of the Demon King must be independent of both Lemuse and Mooseg.

Nothing, it's not that I don't believe in Remusee.

They strained their bodies in the morning, and they felt the strength of Harsim's readiness.

Harsim is Harsim, and there may be thoughts that everything is to save 'Lemuse', but that is natural as a king of a nation, and I am not going to complain about it even as Merea.

Above all, I thought that wherever his most valued thoughts were, he should not be allowed to wander the fact in front of me that he was actually trying to save me with his life at stake.

Nor, however, did such Merea distort the language of the covenant with Harsim in such a way as to be convenient to her.

'This is a reciprocal deal'.

Those words had magic that made me want to follow.

But if you get too attached to it, it's bound to have a bad result.

Perhaps Hersim herself, who spoke, understood that much and chose that word.

Find out what it means to include. There was that kind of air.

- "Acceptance" and... "Pushing"?

Merea understood the meaning clearly by now.

- Unlike Mooseg, I'll make a deal with you guys on an equal footing.

One is as the word goes. That would mean 'acceptance', so to speak.

But the other thing is,

- Because it's reciprocal, I don't 'asylum'.

Probably that - it was also meant to be some sort of 'push away'.

Because of that premise, the reciprocal state of being able to help while helping arises.

The Demon King no longer belongs to the 'own community called the Demon King'.

It's a people and land named Demon King.

At first the distinction, which was thin, matured over a long period of time, resulting in complete separation.

If you want to assimilate with Lemuse from here, it will take a long time.

The external presence, unsupported by the beliefs and ethnic adherence of the land, is brittle compared to what was originally internal. Hard to form connections.

That's no reason, the English spirits once said.

And it's a time of war that makes that 'difference' a necklace.

Perhaps Harsim, and "Leilas," which created the former Lemuse possession that Harsim is now about to list again - knew that.

- That's not gonna work.

It's your word just to make me a deal.

But if you're serious about making a deal, then the Demon King should still be independent only with it.

- Though we must not abandon our hopes for the outside at any time.

If we become confined and exclusive of others, I'm sure that will encourage a return to the 'Oldest Evil Demon King'.

It must also be avoided.

-... it's hard stuff, Leilas, Flander.

Merea was realizing that she was now at the branch of her way of life as the Demon King.

The more I thought about it, the more annoying the notions and prejudices attached to the name Demon King seemed, and I circled around in my head.

The Demon King is a nation.

The Demon King is a people.

The Demon King is one group called the Demon King.

Then where should the group go?

Just survive. I know that, too. But that's not enough.

If we don't build our faith in this world somewhere as demon kings, we feel like we're going to break it down in the air right after we survive.

And to create that belief, 'now' was the biggest branch.

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This place exists simultaneously, with "Mooseg" trying to hunt for the Demon King and "Remusse" trying to protect the Demon King.

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I heard Remusse's thoughts.

I also understood the beliefs.

Well, then...

What about Mooseg?

- I'm sure Elma might get mad at you for saying, "You're an idiot".

But I also felt like I had to ask you what Mouseg said.

I felt compelled to ask my thoughts as a nation confronted by the Demon King from the mouth of a man shining in his time as the symbol of the Mooseg of today.

That's how for the first time, the Demon King can flip a firm anti-flag against Mooseg.

- Go on your own feet.

If you're wearing a thick-soled shoe prepared by someone, you must be out of sight.

- I want to know.

As Demon King, as Merea-Mere, as a resident of this world - I don't want to be blind. Don't be.

- So let me ask you something.

Celias-Blood-Mouseg.

Let's talk to you at the heart of the world.

Why - hunt the demon king.

So what shall we exchange before we even seek victory and dominion?

Old and present. Has Mooseg's retention changed?

In the first place, where did Mooseg leave from?

More importantly,

- Think for yourself.

That also seemed to me to be my role as the lord of this independent group called the Demon King.

"If that's what you want, I'll give you about one of mine. I'm also interested in your very power, called the spouse of the times. Cross your fists if you have to - and I'll give you 'peace of mind' later. Except..."

Just once.

Merea crushed inside, speeding up her running legs.

Soon, his vision was open, overtaking the head of Mooseg's great army as he retreated toward Celias.

The windy grey hair looked good.

Now - we get there.

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"Hahaha, don't use your soothing hands on the other one"

Celias-Blood-Mouseg was finally on the spot a few dozen minutes late from Harsim.

"But that ingenuity is commendable. If this cavalry does make that kind of move, I'll find a gap there and take that kind of hand. Now, I just want to remember that face... it's just too far away to look good."

Unlike Harsim, Celias didn't realize who the enemy commander was.

While I saw the white crest flag and realized it was Lemuse's army, I couldn't even see its commander's face.

"Probably the guy with the brown hair, but that hair color is everywhere."

If you even look into Aqua Blue's characteristically radiant eyes, or Celias may have noticed that it is a man who has once been relative.

But Celias, who doesn't know Harsim's real name, has no reason to know the information that Harsim is the royal family of Lemuse, or even ascended to the king by a coup d 'etat.

The two of them haven't 'met' yet.

"Fair enough. This way first."

Instead, Celias was turning his attention in the direction in which he shot the white light cannon.

I was more of a demon god in your direction than I am interested in right now.

"That's definitely an inversion ceremony. - Flander, did you really escape to the spiritual mountains alive? He seemed a lot better when he was poisoned."

Celias had seen Merea and observed the appearance even more attentively.

Already Celias had spotted about two of Merea's properties in as many white light cannon meetings as he had just had. There was also a degree of complacency that it was not enough to hold certainty, but would be 80% certain.

"That Obsidian three-tail is disappearing. - Mikhail, no doubt about it?

"is likely to have had three tails on its back until just before stopping the white light cannon"

"Those are the three tails of the earthly gods. I use Kamikaze (Xcelus). It doesn't collapse with a decent shock, and it's extremely troublesome to change shape easily and act like it's alive in itself"

"Is it like the" Crimson Flame of Life "of the Flaming Emperor?"

"It's not so strictly biological."

Celias answers Mikhail's question in a flat voice.

Mihai put more questions there. Mikhail stood next to Celias, but never came forward of Celias, letting his demonic blonde hair wind in a slightly lowered position.

"By the way, is Kamikashi (Xcelus) that Kamikashi is said to have used?

"- Oh. But the other way around, Mihai. The Divine Stone of the Stone Emperor diverted the art of the earthly gods of the time before it. The formative material of the Divine Stone is called" Divine Soil (Lilysis) ", which was created by the Earth God. Everything seems to have been rainbow soil that reacts to people's thoughts."

"That's a fairy tale"

"I think so, too. I cannot but forbid respect for the high level of ancient human poetic abilities. Well, because of that, they were initially more active in agriculture than in combat, but with such convenience, naturally, those around them would want it. From there, by way of example, it would be called battle."

"I see. - Nevertheless, that three tails have disappeared"

Mikhail put the story back to business.

Celias nods to respond to it, too.

"Assumptions. But it will probably fit. He can't use three of the Demon King's rituals while using the inversion rituals."

"Be... I see"

Easy to spot, Mihai thought.

If that kind of anticipation had been made beforehand, I can also give way to a few steps to see and notice the slightest change now.

But in this case, I usually have a straight eye for the fact that the white light cannon was stopped, and I don't want to pay that much attention. At least Mihai was.

Thoughts just flowed there, surprised that they stopped the white light cannon and that the black light, very similar to it, was shot further from the other side.

"I know because I exercise some of the finished forms of the Demon King's ritual, but in the first place, that's not like activating two things at the same time. Oh, it's strange how the white thunder (Kazuchi) is used in combination with the wind wings. Well, I guess that's proof that he has all the performance (specs) -"

Celias tanned his face just a little and quickly returned to a flat look again.

"Still, I'm skeptical. Monsters, monsters, demons, its name compared to ours is not wrong. But it's also a problem to decide that it's worse than necessary. - Isn't it also called the skin of the haze?

Well, fear is the closest and greatest of all that clouds people's eyes. I can see that, too. It would easily blur its essence if it had such a great fear. But if you stay conscious of it, you'll get a gap in fear. "

"Ordinary people have a hard time getting their glasses off on their own."

Mihai shrugged her shoulders and said.

Words that care about hundreds more than they can compare to Celias. Of course, I am included in that hundred.

"Well, I might not have been able to remove my color glasses this well with just a small amount of information either. However, finding a vulgar side to him made my skepticism easier"

Celias said as she whispered her grey hair into the wind.

"If he didn't know he didn't have fangs, the assumption that he was human might still have been a little foggy. … although apparently the information itself became useless"

When I came to a point where I could sense that the end of the war was already open, I saw a black, giant serpent-like tail blowing people away.

It was just too far away to know the details, but if they hit me with that, normal people would die.

Knowing that its owner is that demon god, I see.

- I hear you've got fangs.

I can predict that.

Celias initially feared it in his heart.

Strangely, though, there was no longer any surprise for it now.

Instead, I felt the heresy of the demon god diminished when it was incorporated within "my own culinary order," which naturally meant killing people on the battlefield.

"I guess I'm the anomaly. Incorporating it into a battlefield makes me feel like I don't care as soon as possible."

The battlefield is my home.

Fighting is what I do best.

I don't feel like I've been raised to the battlefield.

"Well, we'll figure it out"

Look at Melea, Celias thought.

"Oh, and, Sergeant"

Celias changed the spearhead of the words there from Mihai to the man who stood on the other side.

One of several surgical soldiers who took him to Spiritual Mountain and brought him further here from there. I am the leader of that regiment.

I can see some scratches, but he was coming here every second he wanted.

"The second and third white light cannons changed their power properly and subtly, didn't they?

"Ha, definitely. The third white light cannon fired slightly weaker."

"Okay, then I'm pretty sure 'Forecast Over Here' too. This prediction was somewhat inconsistent with the proof of toothlessness, but it is also true that the warlords were uncomfortable when reporting the battle. - His inversion formula is not the same as Flander-Crowe's inversion formula."

Celias was a terrible man.

The reason why the Three Kings and Harsims exaggerated to honor Celias with their mouths shut was about to appear again.

"That's a fake."

Celias' observational power, which may even be said to be supported by a heavenly revelation,

"He can only strike back at the same scale as he was shot."

It had brought to life the nature of Merea's inverting formula.

Just three shots.

Rather, the first shot was aimed at Elma, so he derived that far with only the second and third.

Even if there had been a prediction based on some information beforehand, it would not have existed anywhere else, aside from Celias, to have spotted it in just two shots.

"Flander-Crowe would have noticed the weakness of the third shot's power and probably shot a black light cannon on the same scale as the second. So we can definitely fight back."

Naturally, when that happened, Celias also intended to use a defensive technique, but the result was a complete offset.

In other words:

"He hasn't been able to use the Devil's Eye so much. Or as a result of some other demon king's ritual. It is a threat at a time when we are using the famous art of the demon king with the natural god symbol, but it was the demon eye of the magic god that should take precedence over anything else."

Celias believes the Devil's Eye of the Surgical God is the most useful force.

There was a reason there.

"It's not much in your hands."

That is not just because its ability is particularly glorious.

More, 'Special Reasons'.

"Again, those eyes..."

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"It should be 'back' in the hands of my clan."

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Celias-Blood-Mouseg has special feelings for Flander-Crowe.

It was a complex mix of respect, ridicule and contempt, and different things.