Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"It seems like a normal description, and from a slightly worn point of view - well, you're curious"

"... well, is this the case? The issue itself doesn't necessarily spread, nor is it so off-target that it completely ignores it"

"It's troublesome, because what we're dealing with is also a product of people's thoughts and words. Including the fact that people in cities of art prefer beautiful words, this time in a particularly judgmental way."

Shaw was shrugging his shoulders and answering the words containing Melea's confusion.

For a little while after that, Merea dropped her gaze on a dish that had become empty in front of her and floated in silence.

After showing you how to think about it that way for a while, I'll finally give you a face.

"... by the way, what information goes with that?

Shaw received Merea's words and now moved his gaze to the left and right to fish for the information in his head.

"That's right... big and clear information -, uh..."

"What's going on?

A prolonged voice lifts up and Melea snaps her neck.

"No, I'm more speculative about this than I just did, so I'm repelled to put it somewhat on my mouth."

"Fine, tell me. Only as one piece of information. To determine the certainty and correctness of it, naturally, I will help you and the face of knowledge."

"- Then"

As for Shaw, he threatened to give certain direction to the thoughts of other demon kings by talking about information he had misspeculated on.

Even if that is speculation, those who are easy to believe may still believe.

Shaw is familiar with such speculative information as a professional pattern, and is so snagged by sexual roots that he speaks out loud in terms of the depth of suspicion he has about such things, it doesn't necessarily mean that others do.

And Melea also had that concern in her chest.

Therefore, I perceived the intention around it from Shaw's rhetoric, and I dared to spin "Believe it or not, on the bark" at the beginning.

The word clarified the line to information against the other demon kings.

Shaw noticed such a fine care of Merea, and insistently,

- Surprisingly, you do it in places like this.... No, maybe it's a vegetable.

and impress me.

I was also a little surprised at the fact that it wouldn't let me make a decision about what it was intended to be or what came out of it.

- The fact that you don't let me grasp the authenticity there is also, I'm sure, worthy of being my boss.

From Shaw's point of view, its invisible Merea's talent was also a favorite.

I'm often mistaken for being young and a head of the Chamber of Commerce, but Shaw never hates working under someone.

I just didn't intend to serve anyone who couldn't get out of my palm.

"Well, this is another rumor too -"

He was a chau who started looking back at the status quo once again and remembering the fun, but soon switches his mind.

Priority should now be given to presenting the requested information.

"All the fanatics of the Sisalis are on an expedition in the midst of the nobles heading to Virginia. I heard those rumors from merchants."

"Saisaris..."

Melea, who received Shaw's words, immediately turns his name against his brain.

It was a name I'd heard somewhere.

"... oh"

After a few moments, I remember blurring.

But it's time for that escape play from Spiritual Mountain.

"I said this one when we were discussing it at Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, a nation I was being pursued when I climbed the Spiritual Mountain. It's an urban state with the Sisalist pope at its apex."

Shaw's mouthfeel easily made him feel disgusted with Sisalism.

Melea reads it accurately, too, and then goes on to ask.

"By the way, what is Sisalism?

"It's a monotheism that seems to be everywhere. It's been around for quite some time, but some verses have undergone somewhat unpleasant transformations lately."

"What do you mean?

"In part, the Pope and God are beginning to be seen in the same way."

Shaw continued with a smile on his face.

"Scytherism did a very good job in preserving people's ethics in the time of former warfare. Doctrine was tolerant, and because of it, it rarely attacked other religions. So, too often linked to regionality, doctrine rarely differentiates weirdly, which, in any case, was like a theory against 10,000 people: 'If you no longer have anything to believe, rely on this'."

"Hmm."

"It may indeed have lacked strength as support when compared to what is strongly doctrinal, but times were the time, so it would have been quite useful in terms of not letting us forget such a natural ethic. In fact, without Sisalism, I think history would have changed."

Shaw, who tells on that point, had a turning and serious look on his face.

"Not so much. I'm not very familiar with it, but I think I know what it's like to be a person's mind."

"Ha. Well, 'such a great man of old used to say this. So let's try to believe that word' cause it's not so different. That point is people's freedom. But..."

Shaw returns to the story.

"As I said earlier, Sisalism is now turning into something somewhat unpleasant. In the first place, it is inconceivable from the original Sisalis that something such as" Sisalis Nation "was born. That's a non-indigenous theory. Foot in one place and make a sedentary state when it's a sanctuary - it's wrong"

Merea felt something unusual and hot on the inside of Shaw's words.

Perhaps there is some connection between why Shaw represents disgust with Sisalism today. I thought so.

"Didn't the faithful disagree when they made the Patriarchate?

"I would have done some. But the time of founding the Patriarchate was exquisite. - It's a 'transition period'. Um, the vicious demon king and heroic unrest is about to end, just a temporary peaceful era. In those days, someone did it"

I felt Melea had heard about that conversion topic a long time ago.

I used to hear a lot from Flander.

But lately, I feel like this one has been full of thought cracking in this day and age over here, and I haven't had a hard time getting my thoughts around there.

"If times were peaceful, fewer would rely on Sisalism in relative terms, so those who thought peaceful times would go on as they were would only think to the extent that 'there are those who are doing weird things'.... Sometimes the binding of doctrine was thin. Thin doctrinal restraints can also mean thin horizontal connections"

"Either that or you feel like doing it on your own"

Melea exhaled with her nose as she put her arms together.

"Right. Because the existence itself was originally seen as passive and erasing legally. If the times had remained a time of war, many would have been reluctant for pure and poor Sisalism to be offended by the perverse thoughts of the nation. That's what this is all about."

"But the fact that the Sisalis nation is still alive..."

"Yes, there are those who have successfully used that foundation to create what can be termed newborn Scytherism. Even though it is not possible in time that the former founder is now the Pope, it is also possible that the descendants of the founding fathers or those who approximate them are now in power."

'It's a common, genetic story,' Shaw added with a bitter smile.

Melea takes the word and organizes the information once in her head.

That's how I spent a while, and now I said with a slightly bitter look on my face.

"That's complicated. I don't care because the nickname is the same. It's like the demon king's name is inherited through a convenient transition of meaning."

"Right."

"A lot of things happened after all during that transition period.... but how well did you do it? That pope, as Shaw said earlier, is about to rise to parity with the god of Sisalism, isn't it?

"Yeah. Come on. You'll be strictly protected. The Pope himself rarely appears on the table either, so his defenses are pretty stiff. If that's how you created the Sisalist nation to defend yourself, I think that clan was roughly foresighted -"

That's what I spinned, right after.

Melea, who had heard that far, had half-opened her mouth and solidified.

I suddenly stumbled upon something and looked like I was in a hurry to organize information in my head.

"- Wait. Foresight?

Caught it.

Merea trusts Shaw's explanation and once again disobeys the information.

In addition, Shaw's was similarly hardened.

They seemed to have found something at the same time.

"If there really was something very visionary about it, and Shaw was right about it, and he created a church state to protect himself..."

The two of them were also aware that the 'it' that came to their minds would not leave the realm of speculation.

Now, when I reviewed that whole thing, I still had something to catch on.

Speculation. Speculation.

"It is inconceivable that the hero or demon king of the time, who foresaw the coming of the time when the demon king (Eyu) would be hunted, founded the kingdom of Sisalis to defend himself.... No, you think too much"

"No, oddly enough, I just thought so too -"

Shaw is also thinking about doing his hand to his jaw with a serious face.

"- but it sounds like you should add a caveat that 'considerably more conveniently interpreted',"

Ultimately, Shaw added the words.

"Right. As it turns out, this is the time to hunt demon kings, so maybe that's just how it looks. I simply wanted to get my stomach kicked, and so on."

Melea nods and answers, too.

"Yeah, but there's also this information that we saw them on the road to the city of art, so we might need to look into all of it."

"In other words, it turns out that the merchant is also a follower of the Sisalis."

"It's only the fanatics of the Church who are so full of nascent Sisalism that they have a clear landmark."

"Huh? What's that?

Shaw basically pointed his finger at his neck.

"I have a 'mark' in my neck muscle. It is a symbolic mark of the human 'eye'. It's a lot of decoration, though."

"I see. Shall I also keep that in mind when heading to the City of the Arts"

"... or we're supposed to go to the City of Arts at some point, but Merea, have you made a subtle nod and decided on your own?

"What!?"

Melea lifts her shoulders and strengthens her body.

Next to that left, Marisa was pointing a jittery gaze at Melea.

"Master Merea? Think inside, 'Let's go straight to the city of art and get away from that bunch of paper, even temporarily' or something?

"Oh, no, come on."

"Really?"

"Ho, really. - So, what? We're all busy, and because of this, we've been getting information, and it doesn't seem like there's any other information like that, and I don't know if it's time to actually work as the head of the Sword (Emery) and Demon King Federation!... what?

Melea, who glanced at Marisa as if she were snooping, was to be exposed to Marisa's deserving gaze for a while.

And, once Marisa takes her gaze off Merea, she looks around at the demon kings gathering in the supper room.

His eyes were filled with the meaning of encouragement, 'Say anything else'.

but no voice returned against those eyes.

In other words, that's about as powerful a muscle as it sounds now.

Having confirmed such an answer, Mariza finally broke down her neat standing and turned her gaze to Merea again with a small sigh.

"Ha.... ok. Then let's take a look at how things are going. However, there is also disturbing information, so there will be more than one person to keep you safe. I will follow naturally. That way you can study on the road."

"Ah, yes..."

"The rest of the faces - well, Merea is the leader there, so Merea choose. Once we have glimpsed Merea's opinion, we will point it out each time there is a correction."

"That? That's my chief, isn't it? It's not working very well, is it?

"Does Lady Merea always ask for just a nod to her decision?

"I'm sorry, counselor. I'm still a little scared to make this kind of decision alone."

"Yes, with pleasure"

Mariza replied with a luscious grin.

That's how she took Merea's left hand in a continuing motion,

"But when it comes to having trouble, just follow your will. I am prepared to die, if you say so. Plus, when you're about to lose your life, you can move it on your own, even without orders."

"I won't come then, and I won't give that order. And I won't let you die covering for me."

Marisa stared at Melea, spinning a flinchy and resolute word.

Merea's eyes were even shooting straight through Marisa's eyes as she lit a brilliant (like this) light of will.

There was a force there that didn't make me say yes or no.

"hehe - I'm kidding"

That's what Marisa said, and after a while, she lay her eyes down.

That's how I take my hand off Melea's and stand up slowly.

"So, is this the end of the dinner party for today?

"Yeah, fine. Think about the City of the Arts and let me know early."

"As you wish. - Yes, then let's clear each dish and go back to the holding area. Be sure to prepare yourselves for an expedition to the City of Arts."

Mariza pampered, slapping her hand twice, making a mild noise echo into the dinner room.

Taking advantage of that sound, the demon kings rise with dishes.

"Ha, I always think you look like a normal big family this way. I thought the place was the only place where the messenger would come out and do the chores all the time, and I ended up cleaning it up myself."

"I can do Mereah's stuff, but you're too much of a chore to do, so I'm training you."

"... by the way, how many plates did I break..."

"It's ten in seven days. It's slowly becoming less, but your first day was a terrible one. It would be a lot better if I stopped hitting the plate with my thumb."

"Every penny of mine..."

"Protest to the Wallet (Listal)."

"You can't protest because I totally have an affair!

I sat disappointed in the chair like Melea had been beaten down and looked up at the ceiling.

Mariza exhaled small as she looked at it,

"We'll see you today, so let's practice again"

"Please..."

But at the end of the day, he was sending a soft gaze to Merea, as if he were his sister watching his brother gently.