Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Merea had been walking in the commercial district of Lemuse for a while and watched the shops gradually starting to buzz with objects.

That's how I did so much conversation with the people of Lemuse, and then I stepped into the commercial district and the adjacent Startree district on the following steps.

The Star Tree District was a particularly natural and intense section.

Go amidst forest paths colored by strange blue and green lights similar to the Great Star Tree.

"Oh, speaking of -"

Fu, as she walked along such a star tree compartment forest path, Melea raised her voice as she remembered.

- Leilas' grave is here.

I heard that when I was in talks with Harsim.

He is also the owner under the snow gray hair of Merea, a hero more firmly entrenched in Lemuse's insistence on saving the demon king, known as the "White Emperor", who is unreasonably abused - "Leilas-Riff-Remusee".

She was called the Demon King by Museg, whose thought was in the way, but was also worshipped as an English spirit in Lemuse.

Not only Leilas, but other royalties, such as the father of Leilas at the time - the twenty-eighth Lemuse king - were also told that he was worshipped in his tomb.

- Shall we take a look?

Melea was busy with Melea, and I decided to remember the story, but I hadn't been able to actually get to her feet yet.

Merea, who remembered such a thing in the Star Tree District as she stepped in to soothe herself with the unexpected coolness (not to), the air and the beautiful scenery, slowly proceeded with her steps as she further followed her memory to remember which part of the tomb there was.

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After a short walk, Merea found the grave.

It was a big grave.

No, it's no longer a tower, not a grave.

Because the royalty of the Lemuse generation will be worshipped, I naturally had an expectation that it was not as small as I had made it in Spiritual Mountain, but that prediction was never betrayed.

"The place is also the place..."

On the way down the forest road, there was a sidewalk leading in the direction of the flourishing star trees, and as I walked along that path, there was a little square.

As many star trees flourish around the square, each teasing the branches together to create cohesion in the particles of light stretching from its body to heaven.

There was a tower carved with many names in the centre of that square, where the branches of the star trees were stretched out again to be merciful.

It was as if the star tree was holding a white stone tower.

- You look beautiful.

Melea crushed her candid thoughts as she looked up to the heavenly side of the tower, lifting her forehead wide open.

I didn't want to distinguish all the names engraved on the tower, but I looked for Leilas' name.

The name of Leilas was written near the center of the front of the tower.

"I'm sorry I didn't have to be too busy with the tomb that I made when I was worshipped over here."

Merea smiled one bitter smile.

"Well, does it look like Leilas isn't the only one with a grave over there?"

Assuming I were you, I'd tell you to make it that way.

"Would Leilas have been angrier if he hadn't made it back and come from the Heavenly Sea of Souls"

Merea nodded her face a little and said with a flashy look on her face.

Merea has never heard Leilas.

To be honest, I wanted to hear her voice for once.

Assuming Flander is my father, maybe Leilas will be my own mother that I was his wife.

- No,

My mother is there.

I had many mothers, including three female English spirits who ascended to heaven after Leilas.

That's how I floated, and Merea rethought.

- Sooner or later, if I ever ascend to heaven, can I ask?

Their voices, again.

- But,

"I'm not dying for the time being. I'm not going to die. - I still have something to do. It's not something to do, it's something I want to do."

- So I'm not going that way for the time being.

Merea smiled and spoke to the stone tower.

At last, Merea turned her heels back and turned her back on the stone tower. I tried to follow the star tree square.

Then...

"- That's just it."

Shortly after she turned her heel back, Merea was unwittingly speaking with a grin as she discovered a figure in the corner of her sight.

"You've been running away, too?

"... say stupid. This is called constructive rest. I've never run away from a pile of paperwork like you."

Harsim-Kurd-Remusee.

It was the man who manifested himself from the shadow of the hidden star tree, as he had observed in Merea's voice.

Bright brown hair close to orange and sea blue (aqua blue) eyes illuminating a flashy glow are as beautiful as ever - it is the 'king' of the current Remusee.

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"To be honest, don't be ridiculous, though?

"Give me a break, Melea. It's hard for the people to think that I'm not serious at this time."

"Well, I don't believe anyone from what I said, and I think I'll forgive you for knowing all your intense work so far."

"I don't know."

Merea remained with her heels back from the square, this time with her toes together, and she welcomed Hershey, who once came to the stone floor with a sound.

Harsim walks over to Merea, who deliberately makes her subordinate look like a pain in the ass and says, "Stop it, stop it".

"Harsim doesn't seem to know how superhuman he is."

"I'm just doing what I can, and I'm not a single feat"

"Well, we'll be fine while we know that. - Mutually."

"Totally."

Harsim passes beside Merea and stands in front of the stone tower that stretches through the contact of the star tree behind him.

When I glanced at him, I gently put my hands together in a familiar motion and looked up at the sky.

I don't suppose you're looking at it precisely because you're closing your eyes, but the exterior is not unlike that.

It was as if I would even offer prayer to Heavenly Sea.

Merea watched such Hershem in silence, but she called out again, anticipating where Hufu Hershem had stopped working on it.

"Do you come here often?

"Occasionally. This is the kind of rest that Aisha doesn't have to tell me."

"Oh......"

Merea narrows her red eyes and remembers Harsim's entourage as she cramps her cheeks.

It was slightly damaged inside because it reminds me of Marisa, who is also like her own companion when she is in her current state.

I still don't want to remember that bunch of paper right now.

"I think I'll use that method too..."

When Merea spinned, Harsim also replied with a bitter smile.

They'll suspect you of using this tactic until you do.

"'Those two, falsely offering prayers to their ancestors, they're actually collaborating and skipping'?

"That's the place. That would seem unnecessarily so if we were chatting or something. Lately, the other forces have been working together."

"You have trouble with your 'samurai' and our 'maid' too. - They're both too good."

"Sometimes it's a thought to be too competent."

Harsim shrugged her shoulders, too, as Merea sighed.

That's how Merea lowers her hips on the nearby stone steps and urges Hershem to sit down with her hands as well.

"You wouldn't find out if it was a little bit, would you?

"Besides, you can't go home without a big break like this because you can't serve your original purpose. This' mission 'should also be fulfilled for my body and mind."

Harsim laughed prankingly and sat next to Merea with the same grin.

"Well, let's just say it's a secret operational meeting between the Lemuse and Demon Kings factions"

"That's the only way."

Melea puts both arms on her knees and takes a conference stance like that with more hands together.

Hersim imitated it as well.

"Hmm. - But because of that, and let's talk serious to the point where my head doesn't hurt?

"Oh, my God, aren't you surprisingly well, Melea"

"If it's not a study, it's no problem!

Harsim sent a bitter smile after returning a decent face to Merea, who had a sharp expression to unequivocally affirm.

"Is that what you mean? You, I wish I could go to Aios once."

"Is it an academic city? You said you were there before Lilium came to Mount Spirit."

"Lilium from the Flame Emperor house? - By the way, did you say you were in 'school'?

"He said it. He said it."

"Then excellent. Definitely."

"Oh, you know what I mean by just saying school"

Merea turns her eyes slightly to Hershem's immediate assertions.

I had no doubt that Lilium was smart, but I was slightly pressured by the momentum because Harsim's words felt so truly imminent.

"There are naturally a number of schools in the academic city of Aeoth, but if you just call them 'schools', it refers to the 'Blue Rose School (Meath-Aeoth)', which brings together the most distinguished students in Aeoth"

"Heh."

"Sometimes it's called" Blue Rose (Meath) "short. Blue roses (bulbs) are often worn on bodies and parts of clothing within the cities of Iaus. I'm encouraged to do that for once, but I don't really care about the troublesome ones"

"What about Harsim?

"It was the Blue Rose that I was sneaking into, but in my case, I was an outsider. At first, I tried to look at it appropriately to infiltrate, but after I was sure it didn't have to be, I didn't put it on because it was a hassle."

"That place has been strangely handy for a long time. … an academic city. I'd love to go anyway."

"No, but if you go, some of the instructors with a technicality lecture at the Blue Rose School might fall."

"Because of the English spiritual ceremony?

"That's the place. Finally, endurance like that idiot. Do something, of course. - Is the destination an experimental animal (guinea pig)..."

"And don't say it with a strange face. Yikes! I'm getting scared!

"Haha, I'm kidding. - In me."

"Thanks to the last word, I don't trust you at all!

Melea raised her voice and protested Harsim with a thin grin.

"... haha well I might borrow wisdom from your mysterious infiltration technique if I ever go to an academic city sooner or later. But for the time being, I hope it's not there."

"Well, there will be few demon kings themselves in Aios today. Not entirely unlikely, but keeping the Demon King inside your country brings troubles to other forces - especially around Mooseg. Aeos, for once, puts academic development at the forefront of pre-construction, so it's not good to go out of your way to hide the Demon King in order to avoid such a battle."

"By the way, what's that Mooseg trend?

Melea asked with a serious face.

Harsim also corrects the collar to go with it and spins it with a slightly lower voice.

"No big move yet.... rather than seem to be stuck with my thoughts on the front I was laying in the west and north. I don't know if it's in line with this Remuse rebellion, but they're getting a lot of morale in the West and North, too."

"In the first place, countries near that other continent are arguing with Mooseg over what?"

"It's a simple battle between resources and territory. The demon kings probably have less to do with it.

The ore industry is thriving in the north. Because quality ore can be taken from mountain and underground ranges, you want it around to improve equipment and promote industry. In this day and age, this is what we call 'ordinary war'. Rights disputes between states. - I also want to say bad things about whether there is normality in war, but in terms of so-called generality. "

"I see."

Merea hammered as she appropriately reached for the branches of the star tree that were stretching overhead.

"Nevertheless, I can't say enough that the Demon King has nothing to do with it at all"

Harsim went on to say that.

Without breaking his posture of putting his arms up on his knees and putting his hands together, and also without breaking his mysterious expression.

Melea opens her mouth as she looks sideways at such a hersim.

"... do you sometimes just not stand out"

"- Oh. Anyway, if I'm being honest with you, this one still can't reach that far. I must protect my country first and foremost. In addition, we must develop 'the power of our own country'.... the foundation is not yet the cornerstone. Failure to do this part will make it easier to do business with you guys."

"I guess. I know. So you just have to do your best over there. Me, too. I'll go after the first priority."

"... oh"

Melea also realized what Harsim was trying to say.

Hersim must nurture the power of the kingdom of Lemuse itself.

In fact, if you don't do it, the Demon Kings will be in trouble.

By no means are the demon kings native to Lemuse.

Demon King, if you think Lemuse is not worthy to put himself in the

- You'll leave.

And I'll go find the right place to defend myself next.

From the beginning, that's the deal.

It is the safety of the demon kings that Melea puts first.

The first thing Harsim thinks of is the safety of the people of Lemuse.

Since this interacts well, the current cooperative relationship is stronger.

But if one of them 'skips it', that cooperation will occasionally loosen up.

And they never forgot that what lies ahead may be each other's ruin.

"Not yet, it's like this"

"Right."

I put my hand down, which Merea was stretching to the branches of the star tree over her head, slightly behind her body.

Keep your hands up. Against your body, look up at the sky.

There was a gentle expression on his face.

Merea's white forehead was shaken by the wind flowing from the gap between the star trees.

"But we have to keep an eye on it."

"Oh, that's the role of the chief"

"It's always useful to keep the presence of ruin in the corner of your head, and what an absurd role."

Merea laughed again and finally rose from the stone steps.

Turning to Hershem that way, Hershem was also smiling lightly and opening his mouth like he was in trouble again.

"Still, if those below can be sure that we are 'watching' it properly, they will forget the ruin for that matter. - Nothing, even if that was a temporary escape. If that's how much fun it seems, even for the first time, to heal their hearts, I think that's fine.... these are the times."

"I think so too."

Merea gave it back to Harsim with a gentle grin.

As the light of the star tree danced, Merea's figure, with her white hair swayed into the wind and a beautiful grin, gave Hershem a sense of fantasy that was nowhere else.

I felt an unspoken float, like when I saw a fantastic painting painted by some famous painter.

But when he accidentally looked into those red eyes, there dwelt a light of intense will not commensurate with the pale beauty, and Harsim looked at it and then raised his mouth small and closed his eyes.

I felt reminded once again that it was not just the beautiful fantasy that Melea had on her.

"Well, I guess it's time to go back. I'm planning on having dinner tonight. Early - and don't let Marisa find out - we have to go home and tell the Eyes and Lilium people who are in the library. I told Shaw for once, but in Shaw's case, it's not entirely possible that he forgot about it on the gold account. You look perfect. Sometimes you make these things forget. He's too much of a golden deceased."

"You're about to break a bone to follow your personalized face. These men are honorable and decent."

"Even this one is superior. - Oh! Not decent, though!

Melea nodded confidently there rather.

It was as if I was proud of you.

"Ha ha. And well, you totally followed the board called Demon King Castle, too, that castle"

"I hope it stays at Startree Castle - say anything else."

Throw your hands out after Merea shrugs her shoulders.

Harsim grinned back at the trick again, continuing his words.

"Tell the Lilliums I'll lend it to them as soon as they want the books stored in Lemuse Castle again. You can go into the underground library in the castle as you please."

"Okay, thank you"

"I'm desperate to sell my thanks because you're the one who gave me the foolish effect."

We laughed at each other just one last time, and they broke up there.

After the two of them walked away, there was a gust of wind in the square.

The glowing particles of the star tree were wrapped around it, and it became a glowing light wind, which blew through the path of the star tree district, gently pushing each of the two walking backs.

On different paths, but at the same time pushed by the wind, the two of them relaxed in front of each other, grinning like they were having trouble with the wind prank.

In the rising light wind, the two had a hunch about the opening of the next big story.

The stone tower that stood on the plaza of the star tree just watched them quietly.