Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"You know, people's heads can get flat"

"It's okay, Master Merea's head is pretty tough"

"I did, indeed, knock my surgical knowledge into my head in a rather unscrupulous way. But people are unsuitable. Apparently, I don't like the situation in a country like that, the specialties of a country, or geography, or anything like that."

"Master Merea is going to be the demon king who rules the world, so we have to remember everything."

"This maid is mistaken for something in the first place......!

Star Tree City Level 2.

In an executive room on the second floor, commonly known as "Demon King's Castle," Melea-Mere was speaking out in protest that day.

Merea couldn't help but mourn as she fronted her desk, which was also white based, in a truly star tree castle-like interior room centered on white stone, quite different from that poisonous hue on the ground floor.

"Chi, by the way, everyone else...?

"To each given job. Speaking of which, I came by bird to tell him that the Golden Deceased, who went into a deal the other day, is coming back around today. The smell of gold was creeping on the vegetable paper, so I tore it away."

"The choice is to give it to me..."

"No, I can't, the nagging smell will stick to Lady Melea."

"Mariza really doesn't brace her response to Shaw..."

Melea glimpsed Marisa standing next to her, grieving with her fingers at the gold tattoo engraved on her white desk.

He moisturizes his red eyes a little and adds a begging color to his expression.

The opposing Marisa only pales and answers Merea's question, but when she put out Shaw's name - hatred - she had some eyebrow roots by way of example.

Again Melea threw words at Mariza like that.

"Well, that's anyway...... it's time for me to go out too,... I can't believe it?

I say it with a small neck and a slight smile.

However,

"Oh, is that so"

The maid, stretching her spine perfectly and displaying a slender figure that seemed even luxurious at first glance, did not break the icy look on its cold beauty as if it were faint and said away. - I was twisting my fingers back to back, to be exact, but no one noticed that.

"Mariza's been hard on me lately."

"It's a whip of love"

Even now, Marisa was basically sweet to Melea, but still gradually grasping a sense of distance from Melea, sometimes her perseverance and sweetness as the 'perfect maid' she had competed, and sometimes she was so tough when she was doing 'the work she needed' in this way.

"Because I think for my husband - it is"

Like now, it remained to represent its inner grid with a chilling expression and stuffy hands, but so far it has not been found out. At least that's what he thought.

"I have to remember all the information in this area...? You remember Mariza, don't you?

And, Merea gave up and took away the affectionate laugh, this time pointing her finger on the desk with a slightly fed up look on her face.

Its fingertips, spread on the desk, were pieces of paper in an amount that even seemed inexhaustible.

The letters depicted in black ink described many pieces of information about countries not only on the Eastern continent but also on other continents, and the first thing seemed more elusive to Melea than the art.

If you have any ingenuity, such as arranging it in a storytelling style, it's still not as if you just get bulleted with information.

"Of course, I remember"

"Fine then. Perfect if Marisa's always holding back next to me."

Melea said casually as she stuck herself inside that piece of paper and looked up sideways at Marisa in that state.

But apart from being such a casual,

"Huh!"

The words were causing a faint bubble of heat to gush in Mariza.

Especially since only the "Always Next to Me" part shined strongly behind Marisa's brain, and was even more conveniently interpreted as distorting in the direction she wanted, thanks to which her cheeks instantly turned red.

"Hmm?"

"Oh, uh, hey, it's nothing"

At the time Merea suddenly nodded at Marisa with a strange look on her face, but Mariza appropriately waved one hand to block Merea's red gaze.

"Mmm.... and anyway, not immediately, do some good. You're aware of the need for Merea, aren't you?

"Well - yeah"

Melea woke up again and nodded with a slightly more serious look as she put her hands behind her head.

Melea and I were aware that in the end I might have to make decisions responsibly.

I've been coming to this Startree Castle for about a week.

Life at Lemuse, to which I am finally accustomed, has been an unusual and calm day, striking against the previous impending battle with Museg, but Merea was never going to drown in it either.

It is unlikely that this will continue safely in the first place.

Now Mooseg is just quiet with the pain in his hands, too.

There is also a combination with the north and west fronts, even though Harsim has given me the view that I will still be able to earn a lot of time, but in the meantime it was the same with the Merea and Demon King forces that had to be prepared.

"I don't think I'm sensitive to the world situation either..."

Collect information on the Demon King as soon as possible and, if possible, attempt 'contact'.

The first thing Merea valued was saving the Demon King, who was in the same pain.

- Saving is kind of a big deal.

It's actually not that one-sided.

so-called,

- While I'm helping, I'm being helped.

Same as when this population was established.

Same as when we put our hands together with Lemuse.

Basically, that's the thing.

Anyway,

"If you don't have a place, let's provide a place"

We managed to get this castle in a deal with Harsim.

It's not as big as a country, but this place is so much the property of the Demon King that it is called "Castle of the Demon King" with mysterious awe to the people of Lemuse.

- That description. I wonder if something can be done first.

While I think so, I'm done now.

"If so, apart from Master Harsim, we must also be intelligent."

"Right."

Merea tilted the chair back and looked up at the ceiling.

Seeing it, Marisa thought it was like Melea had noticed, she was exhaling small enough not to say that this persuasion had finally come to a single paragraph.

But Merea didn't miss that momentary gap.

"-But I knew this amount would be too murderous in one day!!"

Marisa's love was too heavy.

Melea screamed at the tip of Melea's finger, at Marisa's feet, who was hiding in the shadow of her desk, with a bunch of paper piled up like more fools.

Then, with a flash of clearance, he jumps up from leaning the chair backwards to the rear window, using his previous physical abilities to jump out.

Outside the office window, branches like giant trees of great star trees were wrapped around them, so that if we scaffolded them, we could climb to the main body of the great star tree.

"Ah! Lady Merea! Running away again!?"

"In fact, Norma did today! Nothing. You're not skipping at all!

"But still so much my extra love! With this amount of love, we can monopolize you from morning to night -- oh, no, nothing."

Marisa quickly took care of it when her true aim came out of her mouth.

In the meantime, Merea has already jumped about three steps through the branches of the Big Star tree,

"Oh, I let him get away again today"

"What the hell," Marisa unfortunately looked up through the window at Merea's back as she gently climbed the Big Star tree while being dropped off by the rest of the Resident Demon Kings taking her neck off the upper floor.

The lemuse of the day had a pleasant refreshing breeze.

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"Okay, I managed to stay here today..."

Melea was walking all over the city of Lemuse stroking her head sounding cancer with a flashback of numerous information.

In a week, I've learned a lot about the atmosphere in this city.

"Oh, you white god."

"Please don't call me that..."

That's how I walked down the finely crafted white stone road, and that's what the fuzzy little girl called me.

I might not have responded to that voice a few weeks ago, except now.

Turning his gaze to those who spoke, a girl stood dressed in a white piece similar to Merea's hair color.

Apparently the girl was after shopping with her mother, holding a small bag of leather in her hand.

The mother sees Merea better and smiles, coming to a smaller meeting.

Melea also returns the meeting to go along with it, but I just wanted to ask for some modifications to the girl's call to herself.

"Oh, I'll give this to you, White God."

Then she rushes to Melea so that the girl can jump as she pleases, untying the leather bag string she had in her hand, and removing something from inside.

"What's this?

Dropped in Merea's put out hand was a glass ball with a constant flow of blue and green gradients.

"I'll give you one because I have two!

"Oh, well, thank you"

Merea raised the glass balls she had received in the sky as a token of gratitude and was seen through the sun as its brilliance.

"Beautiful."

Probably surgical craftsmanship. The expression was engraved in the eye while simplifying on the surface of the glass.

The flowing blue and green gradients were no less than the brilliance of sapphires and emeralds, and the soft bonds between them were truly beautiful.

"But can I have something this beautiful?

Then he dropped his gaze on the girl again, bending his body in a continuous motion, adjusting the height of his gaze, and then asked again.

The girl gave Melea an innocent grin as bright as the sun, to which she was answering.

"Fine! My mother said you were the white god who protected Lemuse from the moozeg! Return!"

Melea took the girl's words like that, laughing like trouble, but gently stroking her head.

At that time, the mother was calling the girl's name better, so she waved back again herself as she nodded with her hand to the girl to return to her mother and smiled at the girl waving her hand as she glanced back.

So after the two of them left, Merea snapped, staring again at the glass balls she had received from the girl in the light of the sun.

"Wouldn't that mean it's hard to calculate Harsim so far? - Damn, this is against the rules. I'm gonna be unable to turn down all sorts of things."

With that said, Merea laughed joyfully and stuck a glass ball in her clothes pocket.

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Merea was still called the White God by the people of Lemuse.

It was also the name of the "White Emperor" Leilas-Riff-Remusee, who once stood up for Lemuse.

Snow and white hair very similar to that of Leilas.

In fact it was Leilas' physical factor itself, but the people just don't know it's that hard.

Harsim heard and knew it from Merea herself after a series of stories, but even Harsim never explained to the people any of the stories she initially struggled to understand.

Instead, Harsim would not have said it, even if it were easy to explain, because it would have made the people feel destiny stained if they did not dare.

"You're a white god..."

As for Melea, I had some complicated thoughts.

Expectations from Lemuse are somewhat heavy on Merea today.

The first prerequisite is to save the demon kings.

Naturally, I want to help Lemuse, but you have a big black pillar called Harsim, and I'm technically an outsider.

I don't mind them overlapping themselves with Leilas, but it doesn't even work for Harsim that I'm too conspicuous.

Their infallible expectations were a load not too much for Merea, who had just begun to take her path as Lord of Demons.

"What, you look a lot spicy today, Melea"

Then, an inadvertently ringing voice wore her ear, and Melea was drawn back to consciousness.

At the end of the street where I was walking, in front of it, I noticed people standing.

I raise my face to react to my voice while realizing I was looking down.

I gave you my face. I was there first.

"Delight, Melea! It's snake meat today!

I carried a monstrous serpent that stretched from shoulder to back, to the point of dragging the ground further - it was Elma.

She is a brunette beauty with slight dirt on her cheeks but an innocent, pleasant grin on her face.

Then I look at my first impression now and add:

- You look like a brave man back from exorcising demons...

"Hmm? What's wrong?

"No, it's nothing"

She looks like she could be a floral figure in the social world if she stays silent, but she wasn't going to be such a shrew (or anything) that day.

But Melea was Melea, and I liked the way she looked this way better than that one.