Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Your Highness!! Avoid it!!"

Mihai's voice was echoing.

Celias watched a huge glowing body fall from the sky.

The body was taking evasive action on its own, but consciousness was going to be sucked into that light.

The body gets a floating sensation.

He jumped off Caligula's back and went around the air.

I felt the sickle of death pass by my body.

I felt my shoulder slapped by a broken hand.

I felt my cheeks caressed by cold hands that were not of the world.

He lands with his passive body and immediately looks up.

I saw a fantastic sight in my sight.

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I'm late giving instructions to move. The overobedient Red Dragon Caligula had his body severed by 'that'.

The sight of a dragon in two was beautiful in the first place. After this, I thought it would be a sight I would never see.

"Your Highness!!"

Then, from the other side of the earth where the Devil's Sword was torn apart, Mihai was seen rushing in a hurried manner. Apparently, he dodged it on the other side of him.

Celias looked in the left-hand direction to be caught by Mikhail's voice, where he finally - noticed the 'strangeness' of his body.

My left arm was gone.

-... did you scratch it?

When I landed now, I thought I was weirdly out of balance.

I was going to stick my limbs up to wake myself up, but my body leaned even then.

Apparently, he was getting up on three limbs.

"Crazy power."

A fluctuation of the force that ran so that it could be bounced off the glowing body of the Devil's Sword took his left arm.

It would have been a small splash of power if I had seen it in comparison to that body.

But it just hit my arm, and the meat blew up.

"Really, it's crazy power"

There was nothing left on the ray. "It all blew up".

But even if you look at the sight...

……

Celias was still calm.

I was so strange myself.

Perhaps being cornered inspired that ability to think in turn.

It was also proof that Celias' own survival instincts were excellent.

Such seriousness calmly put his thoughts to work, but was therefore making a certain decision at that time.

We see Merea waving the Devil's Sword now and Harsim waving the Devil's Spear slightly away from it, one by one, for just a few hours of silence. But soon the gaze turned to the faces of his own men.

And Celias spun his words clearly against Mikhail, who ran up to him.

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- Retreat.

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"What?"

In reply to Mikhail's inquiry, Celias replied pale.

"Retreat, Mikhail. This will not affect any more battles taking place elsewhere. - Throw that away. We can't lose any more power for the Northern Front, which is now on the brink of dominance. Your majesty will understand."

Serious said in a clear tone to Mikhail, who began to stop the bleeding by tying the base of his left arm with a cloth.

"More importantly, it is bad that I was wounded. I'm fine, but..."

Celias had seen the faces of his men and noticed their reluctant upset to ignore.

"The soldier was upset. I've never been seriously injured in front of a soldier before."

"... Yes"

Too serious a "faith" in myself was the moment when it became burdensome.

While I am still convinced that this has happened, I also feel that I have been able to get this far thanks to the power that the faith gives birth to.

Which was better, I wasn't going to be able to make a clear decision yet.

"But the soldiers here have had their experiences in this battle. Then we can fight more unwavering next time."

To the words, Mihai returned a nod.

Mikhail also realized that while listening to Celias, only his hands were moving pale to stop the bleeding, but that there was a sight (rarely) around that he had finally stopped the bleeding.

If you look closely,

Celias wasn't sweating one.

Upon realizing how it was, Mihai felt the chill shortly after.

The hunted down spouse of war, instead of being seriously wounded and letting his will shrivel, rather -

"Besides, it's not as solid as it gets yet. Sooner or later, when the battle between the West and the North has fallen, I will come to crush you again. And then..."

Celias was shooting the Demon God upright with his Demon Sword in one hand on the other side with a gaze so sharp that it stood still.

For a moment I felt a belligerent grin on its mouth, and Mihai felt her skin poppy.

"'If only I could stop that demon god'. That monster is the core of everything. If I stop it, the battlefield will be restored."

Celias was still trying to get bigger.

The prince of the great kingdom was never a decoration. It wasn't just a name.

"I'll give you the outpost. - But 'Our History' has just begun."

Serious did spin that word.

Celias herself did not yet know at that time that 'a new spiral of history', which began with that word, would have a strong impact on many countries across the mountains and across the sea, not just on the eastern continent, but on many other continents.

The history was about to wrap around the 'world'.

"Return to your home country and use the Prototype Healing Ceremony (Paleo Raftaele). Your arm will heal with that. And then right away, we have to build up our strength."

Celias stood up, saying so.

He no longer seemed to intend to reverse his decision to withdraw.

In fact, considering that Merea was determined to prolong the tyranny, Celias' decision to withdraw at this time was probably correct.

The damage would have been even greater if Celias had missed the draw here.

"But then, Your Highness, life expectancy..."

Mikhail obeyed Celias' judgment, but the words in his ear gave him a glimmer of guts and asked him back unexpectedly.

"I don't want life before peace. You can let my son govern beyond that."

Celias-Blood-Mouseg is not interested in winning ahead.

There is a strong interest in victory itself.

Celias' obsession with Merea and Harsim, saying he was crazy, was rather made even more fierce by finding an absolute wall called "Merea-Mea" in front of him.

A monster inspires genius.

"- Haha, not bad. It's not bad to be up there, Melea."

Before someone who didn't even know if he could really go beyond it, Celias felt more like he'd gotten a sense of fulfillment.

- Maybe I shouldn't have been born a prince.

I don't put it in my mouth, I say it in my heart.

"But I'm Celias-Blood-Mouseg. - It's" Mooseg. "

Celias said so to a dark-haired demon who looked far away and a former friend with beautiful aqua blue eyes.

And, just around it, a blue mass appeared in the far northeast direction.

"Zuria's Blue Blue Spear Regiment (Kaleum-Lansania). - Kirishika? I have some desire to see you, but let's avoid it now. He's going to pull the Demon Stone Cannon straight around Mulan."

That's what Celias left out, giving instructions to Mihai.

Withdraw all troops - it is an instruction.

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"Retreating...?

Elma watched the movement of the Mooseg army and was spilling words in a blatant fashion.

Next to it Melea was similarly watching the movements of the black armors, but the Devil's Sword still remained in his hand.

Then,

"Melea!"

Now Harsim came running his horse from behind, raising his voice like he was in a panic.

Harsim was behind Merea, so he realized there was.

"Oh, you, my body..."

An unusual amount of red liquid was smudging from under Merea's clothes.

Blood.

"It's a recoil of the Riot God's ritual.... but not enough to panic yet"

That said, the sticky back of the clothes was already stained bright red.

It was so much that I didn't want to imagine what was going on under that clothing.

"I can't fall until I don't see Mooseg's army in these eyes anymore. If I show weakness here, I'm sure the time to retaliate will be shorter. It has to be avoided."

Merea didn't give her one look that seemed annoying, just staring at the black army of retreating moozegs.

That's how Jen-royal without leaving the surgical ceremony to unfold, while being superhuman, he also looked somewhere human.

- Don't cry, Elma.

Next to such a melea, Elma was nodding her face and shouting a rinse, as if she were going to replace a melea who couldn't scream in pain.

She behaved as temperamentally as she could, not to be understood when she was crying with her, but could not bear the tears themselves.

"Eh."

Elma was holding Merea's hand as she raised her unspoken voice.

The more I counted, the more I've been helped by that hand.

As a member of the Demon King, and also as an Elma-Eluisa individual.

But for that matter, I let Melea carry the burden.

"It's not Elma's fault. I carried it on my own."

Merea gently put her hands on Elma's head, which hits her shoulder, spinning her words to comfort her.

Even if I was going to comfort you, I didn't mean to be lying to you.

"I have no intention, so I can't move well without pushing myself to some extent. I want something very far from here, so I have to move my own legs for it. On top of that, I'm a human being, so sometimes you want to run away, and you might want to give up -"

Merea said with a small smile.

"I'm sure then, what you're carrying will hold your teeth"

In response to that word, Elma put her strength into her hands.

"... with its weight, will it crumble"

With a trembling voice, he inquired without raising his face.

"At that time - I'd be glad to support you with me"

Merea laughed and said again.

It was a grin without consignment.

When I heard that answer, Elma was naturally determined.

"... ok"

Elma raised her face.

"I 'm-"

I looked into Merea's eyes with strong willed light eyes.

"Even if you get crushed by the load, still - let's stay next to each other forever"

The truth is, I thought I'd say, "When you're about to crumble, I'll support you with you".

But still, I felt it wasn't enough.

It's natural to support it.

But if it's still going to crumble, maybe Melea starts herself out again.

It's not up to me, I'll push everyone out with my hands and at the end of the day I'll try to crush them all by myself.

It's

- No, I can't.

At that time, even the will will will devour it.

Never,

"I won't let you be alone."

To avoid worrying her any further, Merea seemed a little surprised when she turned to smile.

But immediately put a troubled grin on its face, and at the end of the day,

"- Oh, shit."

He had a happy grin.

Maybe Melea also noticed what Elma was trying to say.

And perhaps, for Melea, the word was salvation.

For Melea, who was born special, it was above all the support of the heart that there were those who thought of themselves that far in the inhabitants of this world.

"Well... and then... okay..."

Shortly afterwards, Merea finally felt her mind wandering all over her body as she watched Mooseg's armies disappear all over the dust. I can't help it. It's weakness.

He began to weigh a different weight as if his arm were not his own, and fell into the sensation that his hips, which supported his torso, had fallen off.

Finally, the sensation disappeared from the back of my leg, which was grasping the ground,

"... I'm tired..."

"Melea!"

Melea collapsed off her knees like she had done all she could.

The technique that had been clumped together in his body disappeared all the time, and the magic that was flooded with a runoff that made him think he was infinite weakened momentum, and his black hair also returned to its usual snow and white color.

A knee-jerked impact splashed blood from Merea's body, dyeing the wilderness earth to a vermilion.

Despite that state of affairs, Merea's face had an unconscious grin that appeased (almost) her.

Elma stopped Merea's body from holding it in place and wrapped it around her with gentle gestures that would protect my child.

Until the other day, his body was so heavy.

"... the sky is Zhu"

"... oh"

Melea was looking at the sky in Elma's arms.

I watched the world until the eye lid (eyelid) was about to fall off.

"The earth is red."

"... oh"

Voices that seem to disappear while you sleep.

"And my hand, I'm sure..."

The word could not be spun to the end.

But to Elma, I knew what Merea was trying to say.

That's why Elma teased herself to the hand that Melea reached for the sky.

I know. What Merea tried to say.

Still,

- Thank you.

That's what Elma spinned.

Soon, Merea began to sleep and meditate on her eyes.

Elma held Melea in her chest and circled her gaze around her.

As Merea put it, there was an expansive view of the Zhu.

The Zhu of the sky, the Red of the wilderness, and - Red.

But over such a scenery, 'my friends' were running.

Those who seek to follow the same path.

They rush to the light that guides them.

Their appearance was never painted red.

"- I won't let you go on your own. So now sleep in peace."

Elma smiled to reassure them and let her dark hair wind in the wilderness.

On that day, the eastern skies of the world were stained with vibrant vermilion, as they marked the beginning of a new history.

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