Hyaku Ma No Aruji

- No. I...

Celias stopped as he tried to take his last step toward Merea.

I felt like I got into the place that I least wanted to be told and least wanted to be touched.

That's what the word came to where I tried to solve the battle posture, so in addition to my thoughts, I got into my mind.

More importantly...

That series of words wore, word for word, and word for word, and that rocked the heart of Celias.

I can ignore bullshit that is said to be inferior to me.

But the man who once said the word to himself was a man who had beaten himself.

- Why are you...

It's been an hour since we met.

"Why are you throwing up the same words as that guy...!!"

A man who once taught himself the same language. He had Aqua Blue beautiful eyes, he was a man the same age.

And the same thing the man in front of me said. He was the second man, with red eyes the opposite of those blue eyes.

"Why do you see me with those eyes!!"

Celias-Blood-Mouseg was also looking to be a hero.

Merea, Hersim, and Celias.

Each of the three were looking to be a 'separate' hero.

But among other things, the hero that Celias is after...

He was the youngest.

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And Celias tried to hide it because he was aware of it with his own brilliant head.

I was most afraid of being touched there.

As the prince of a majestic power, it was probably a dream that I didn't need.

"You, maybe you're aiming for a hero in the hero Tan"

Merea kept spinning words.

In response to Celias' reaction, Merea had made her inner certainty even more firm.

And then at the end of the day, countless words that had stirred suspicion were pouring out of my head like a running stream.

"What?"

"One of my buddies said. The hero in Tan is the most glorified hero."

The hero depicted in the hero Tan is beautiful. Beautiful.

"I will suffer some distress, but at the end of the day I will always succeed and walk the gorgeous flower path to triumph. Raise your sight not to reflect the bloody sight scattered at its feet, and hide the dagger hidden in its left hand in the costume, filling its head and mouth with beauty words, fluently loving. Most heroes Tan end up there. Oh - great story, I wouldn't deny it either. I'd rather have a story like that."

But...

"How many examples are there? Is it really a reflection of a hero? As" the hero of this world, Tan, "is that who it really is"

Serious knew best that it wasn't.

Naturally.

It's my home country that didn't let me do that.

"Eh."

"And yet you're aiming for that hero? - I kind of get it. How could you not answer the vision ahead of victory? [M] As I said earlier, you don't have feelings for the future. Your admiration and dreams come from" It's Over With Victory. "

"Chi, no -"

"But you yourself, you know it's not the end of it, because you're the Prince of Mooseg. The royal family must look ahead to guide the people. There's a 'slack' there that I can't help. You haven't been able to fix that discrepancy yourself."

Merea had a pitiful gaze at Celias, even though she had her body stuck in the universe.

What made you do that?

"Huh...!

Celias was holding his fist.

And

"Everything's been crazy since then. If 'the man' doesn't do that -!"

"Who did what?"

Say.

That was a heavy and big word, which also involves Merea's impulses.

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"Flander-Crow-Mouseg! We even have to betray our home country!!"

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At that moment, something moved among the meleas.

Flander-Crow-Mouseg.

Flander-Crowe is a

He was a royal of Museg.

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"What? its face.... no way you had those eyes and didnt know about this?

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"Oh, well again! - Ha ha, that's a masterpiece! Didn't Flander tell you! No, I guess so! If it was Flander-Crowe as a ghost who was at the top of that spiritual mountain, naturally his name would not be spoken for! That man is the one who abandoned the name of Mooseg in a grudge!!"

Celias, on the contrary, felt he had found a gap in Merea's mind and was thrilled to attack.

Never show it to my men, it was a childish (basket) attack.

"Flander-Crowe is a former Mooseg prince! It was also the most powerful prince of all time! For Mooseg, who has sought more power than ancient times, the presence of Flander was a long-awaited one! As a magician, he easily had the power to make a name for himself in history, and on top of that he even expressed that demonic eye!

Celias opened his hands and sounded his voice softly.

"But he sought refuge after destroying the mighty evil demon king of the time. He chose to leave the battle when the struggle between nations would become mainstream from now on...!

"... of that, what's wrong"

At last, Merea was returning words to Celias.

His eyes were starting to open slightly, and his eyes showed anger.

"If he really thought of the nation, he should have dedicated himself to the fight"

"It's on the state side -"

"Yes, that's an argument. But Flander-Crowe is the Prince. He was the future nation himself, so to speak."

"What, you don't take into account your rights as a person there"

"No. It was destined that I was born in my capacity as a prince"

"You too."

"I like this fate. I seek victory for Mooseg. Greed."

"A prince is one who just fights for his country."

"There's also a variety of ways to fight. But Flander had absolute power. In terms of killing people."

"Is that why you tried to make people kill you until you twisted your own will? - That's wrong."

"There is no mistake. Times asked for strength."

"Times are made by people. And don't talk as if the times are God's ordained rules......!

"Still, people can't resist the times"

"Did you try to fight it in the first place!!"

Merea yelled.

The voice echoed to the people on the swings spinning by the vocal cords of King Raku (Jurn-Yura).

To the cavalry of Mooseg, to the cavalry of Lemuse, and to the demon kings.

Only that Merea roar, was heard.

"Don't yell. - Fight? You don't have to. This era fits Mooseg"

"Don't let your words mix with other people's scents..., no way you, that's how you were raised"

"My father had nothing to do with it."

Celias intended to say pale, but Merea's ears caught a flash of disturbance of sound mixed there.

"Where are you... Celias"

"Where the battle is, I am."

"It's crazy. You're crazy, Serious. You're just a war lunatic."

"Shut up, Melea"

Each other called each other's names.

My gaze crossed.

"If Flander-Crow-Mouseg hadn't been wicked by the Lemuse witch at that time, everything would have gone fine. The heavens of Museg were born, and the world was calmed."

"You mean Leilas"?

"That's right. Leilas-Riff-Remusee. That witch was the demon king for Mooseg."

"Flander loved Leilas."

"I've been humiliated."

"Why can you say all that... you've never met the two of us..."

Period apart.

Maybe if Celias had been in dialogue with Flander and Leilas, he would have changed his mind a little too.

But that didn't happen.

Times were far away.

"How could you..."

Still, it should probably be noted that Flander's life was examined in history books passed down to Mooseg and in popular literature going out into the world.

Something like paranoia against Flander was in Celias' eyes.

Merea saw it and guessed.

Maybe Celias...

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Flander admired me.

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"Flander-Crow-Mouseg was the hero I was meant to be. - Until then."

"You mean..."

"Flander has no children, and therefore I am not of direct lineage either, but some (perhaps) of them are of the same blood-mixed kind. I was proud to be related to Flander in that literature."

In the eyes of Celias, who said so, dwelt an innocent light.

At that moment, Merea was getting an answer for everything.

There was no longer anything I wanted to ask Melea.

I didn't want to hear it anymore.

If I ask any more, I'm sure the anger I've been suppressing with reason is going to erupt unbearably.

"But Flander failed. He wasn't a real hero. From then on, this kinship became depressing."

"No, Flander was a hero"

"He dumped the moozeg."

"I guess Flander crusaded the evil demon king for Mooseg. Forget about it?"

"I won't forget. Flander was a hero until then. But I wasn't a hero until the end. Flander, so to speak, is a" failed hero. "

"You're not the one who decides that"

"Then it's not even you. Not the answer to this subject."

There was intelligent light back in Celias' eyes.

"Flander was a hero to you... you were a demon king"

Merea rather pitied Celias.

Or maybe Celias is actually twice as sentimental a man even when he looks so blatant.

Cold surfaces are the skin of a haze to hide it.

In the position of a prince in need of majesty, I'm sure he needed it.

Merea resented the times at the same time as she thought of Celias, as did a country called Mouseg.

Still, Merea,

"But I'm me, there's something I can't give away. I'm..."

I gave him my face, and I told Celias.

On its face, Merea shows it for the first time...

There was a ghostly look.

Until then, Merea, who had suppressed her passion with the rare power of reason, was finally about to explode it.

It was the limit.

"I didn't let Flander die a hero."

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I will never forgive you.

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The dialogue was over.

There was nothing more to ask.

The Mooseg system, the character of King Mooseg today, and the inside of the man who would carry the future Mooseg - I knew.

"Forgive me or not, you die here. - There's no point in that determination!

The demon spear that Celias held in his hand was almost impulsive and protruded into Merea's chest, which was stuck in the universe.

The devil spear's full body pierced Merea's clothes with a creepy golden cut,

pierce the meat,

I pierced that body.

- I won.

Serious spinned briefly.

What did you win? It was obscure among the celiacs.

It was no longer completely out of my mind at this time, such as the fact that if I killed him, I might not be able to take out the demon king's secret.