Hyaku Ma No Aruji

83 Stories: "In the White God, the Demon God"

Under Marisa's supervision, Merea, who worked in unfamiliar dishwashing, had in the meantime reflected on as much chau as she had just told in another part of her head.

- Sisalis country.

Its very existence has not yet taken on such a great deal of thought.

However, I have some thoughts about how to be there.

- Wall protection, huh?

This is also based on more 'hypothetical' stories than just now, but as one way to be, the Psysalis nation deserves enough thought.

In other words, with regard to the story of the Pope of the Sisalis country, if he had used his mother, Sisalism, to defend himself.

And if there be a man that hath made even a nation, alone, to defend himself, he is an evil man.

I'm sure that person had various accumulations of knowledge.

For example, about the history of a similar era in the past, and about the human contemplation of that era.

Anyway, he knew.

that in the next era we need stronger powers to protect ourselves.

-... yes.

I remember when I talked to Celias.

At that time, the words, as the wounds of memory were in Merea, were vivid, and so remained firmly.

- 'There is no mistake, etc. Times Seeked Power'

- "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"

I have the strength to protect myself.

At the beginning, Celias sought grounds for what was called that era, as if it were the will of a larger, world with no room for the hands of men.

- "The moment I was born in the house with the issue, that's the demon king. We made those habits and customs. You can change it if you want. If you cover the moozeg, you can change it.

Celias, on the other hand, also said:

- Was he unconsciously feeling that there was room for transformation in the system of the Demon King today while seeking grounds in his time?

That's why I asked for grounds, like aspirations, for something in God's time: times.

so that it is firm, and.

Originally, Celias has a duality that is difficult to explain with his mouth.

That was felt by Melea, who confronted him.

These words may also have been distinguished by their properties.

- I nod to your words.

But Merea listened to this Sisalis nation and recognised that it needed 'power' commensurate with it in order to fulfill certain wishes.

No matter, I never forgot.

However, in recent times, thoughts hadn't gone far enough around that 'means' because I was worried about the most difficult things about how to achieve my primary purpose and how to transform the word Demon King.

What you do for the moment,

- Yes, protecting yourself.

In turn, it is to accumulate 'power'.

If you look at Sisalis, you'll see.

At least, power is one of the most useful 'shields' of our time.

How big a shield on earth do we need to fight the Moosegs that are trying to make a time?

Also, how high a barrier will it take to transform the system of demon kings and issues that they are beginning to take the initiative to transform?

To first protect the demon kings of today,

- I said, "How strong should I be?"

At that moment, in Melea, "Will as a Demon God" burned.

If you put it in the simplest way, it's Merea's...

It was also "Will to the Strongest".

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Beyond a certain line, power creates untouched 'sanctuaries'.

That's what it does.

Merea had noticed that early on because she was accumulating stories about the many powerful English spirits.

- I must be stronger than anyone.

The complacency, no matter who you tell, has been held somewhere in your chest.

The pride of being raised by the beloved English spirits is also involved in it.

Even for their 'names', I can't lose, and more importantly -

- I don't want to lose.

I think so.

- Don't forget, Melea.

I am the leader of a group that is trying to do this absurd thing.

They say they support themselves.

No more words.

If it is,

- You must not lose, whoever you are dealing with.

When you lose, when you give in, it's all over.

The truth is, when that happens, I wish they could just let them get away and let them go the next way.

But perhaps,

- They'll try to fall with me...

That was their readiness.

Each of them swore an oath as they descended from that spiritual mountain - they were ready for themselves.

I'm no different from myself.

Just as they tried to be heroes to the Demon King, I guess they came to their hearts as if they were such saviors to themselves.

- So, I...

'Don't lose'.

And always, do not forsake the will to be the strongest.

It resided in Merea as the "White God" and held it as the "Demon God".

And there was movement in the sight in front of Melea when her will to the strongest burned once again.

A sight that was obsessed with thinking, that was the one that opened my eyes, but I hadn't often seen.

I mean...

"- Ah."

If you noticed, one plate at hand was broken with a parin.

Melea, who noticed the sound and hacked, sees Mariza, who was overseeing herself beside her.

Approximately, like a frightened dog.

……

"... and heh?

……

"Oh, this doesn't work or bad hands"

"... why the hell do you need to release so much hegemony to wash dishes?

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"Ha..."

Mariza's body, who sighed and dropped her shoulder, was actually a little, trembling.

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Honestly, I'm freaked out.

Marisa had noticed that Merea had narrowed her eyes as she swept into wonders on the way to the dishwasher.

As she cared about something else that way, she became unconscious about adding or subtracting force, and soon Melea would smash the plate at hand.

Mariza, who so expected, tried to speak to Melea after a few seconds.

but

"Me."

The hand I tried to touch my shoulder stopped unexpectedly.

The name I tried to call stopped with one sound and didn't come out any further.

My voice, my body, stopped moving.

When I sensed the anomaly and managed to circle my gaze to find out what was causing it, but soon I realized where the cause was.

From Merea's body was overflowing with unspeakable killings.

Mariza, who perceived it by some sort of animal inquiry, noticed a sweat creeping under her clothes just moments later swallowed (er) a great deal of spit.

Merea wouldn't have noticed that.

He thinks of something without blinking a single pupil of red eyes, breaking it vertically as the dragon does, and letting it emit a graceful light.

It was like that.

Then after a while, finally, I made a noise with Paris and the dishes were smashed and scattered.

On the eleventh sheet, and counting on a portion of his head still keeping calm, Marisa realized what Melea was thinking.

Addition or subtraction of force.

From that phrase, I somehow tied it there.

Force.

Probably that.

And the moment the plate was broken, the most signs of Merea were transformed into a grate.

Marisa did not doubt that those in front of her were demons.

- This person has not forgotten his orientation to power.

Rather, I'm promoting it.

The usual signs of kindness, then innocence, were not felt in Merea at that time, either, fine dust.

Meanwhile, even Marisa's occasional feeling as a heterosexual towards Melea had become imperceptible.

side as one unspeakable monster, transcending gender.

I haven't felt that sign much lately, but I'm sure that's because there's suddenly been a lot more to think about.

There are always many thoughts in this Lord.

I'm sure it bothers me more than anyone else.

In the meantime, it's rather a misplaced side of being a grown monster.

- Maybe on this expedition...

One side of it could get bigger again.

Mariza, who had in mind the name of the Sisalis nation, somehow had a hunch about it.

"- Totally, we even feel that the devastation of Merea's chores is getting worse by the day."

Marisa threw her voice at Melea, making sure her body finally stopped trembling.

Melea looks sorry to have lowered her head, but she looks like an unrestrained dog.

"... but well, I can't help but break it. I can't help it, so let's offset it by punishing it."

"What!? Punished today!?"

Merea was surprised to see her eyes wide open at what had happened for the first time.

Yeah, it's the first time I've ever punished you.

"I am inherently on the side of being punished, but Master Melea is too kind to reward me. Oh, no, he won't punish me, so I thought I'd give it to you first -"

"Punishment, you can climb the cold, upside down mountain," You don't skip dinner for a week from today, "" Write my maneuver three thousand times, "" Uh, excuse me! My hands slipped and my eyeballs had elbows! 'Or, uh, "

What the hell has this Lord punished?

What was punishment in the first place?

Values swayed slightly in Mariza.

"Yes, that's it, 'Me, I want to be a little objective about how sturdy my body was, so you jump down the spiritual mountain now and see. It's okay, I'm not dying. - Probably.'... That's not what it is, is it?

"It's probably torture, not punishment."

"Was that torture..."

Melea stared somewhere with a distant eye.

To get such a melea back, Marisa just spinned the word.

"Right......, then"

Take a beat,

"That..., let me lick your legs..."

As soon as Marisa tried to say as she moaned, her voice was accidentally flying through the kitchen entrance.

"You're way too forward of your own desires!! It's a punishment in a way, though!! - I'd love to! Forget it. This is it when I come to get it! Really, these guys are just weirdos! No alarm, no clearance!

"Shit."

Salman was twitching with a slightly blurred head pointing his finger at him.

Marisa turns her gaze to Salman after she tongues in remorse.

A chilled jito eye was on its face.

"Well, what is an odd man? I am a very ordinary woman who strives for the perfect maid."

"If you're a normal woman, most women in the world are normal!

"Oh, this is why I don't know the world."

"Give me that word back just like that...!!"

"By the way, my head is blurry, but how have you been?

"Ah? - Oh, hey, twins."

"Ha, no way I'm putting my hands on you..."

"Why does that happen...!

"Look, you're a freak too...... no, aren't you a pervert"

"Hey, Melea, you can hit this guy right now. Adding to being a woman, I think you'll probably be forgiven for being critical - that you're willing to run away!

"Bye!"

By the time Salman, who was in a tongue battle with Marisa, realized that Melea had already stepped out of the kitchen window and had a groaning grin with one hand.

"I'm afraid of punishment!

Apparently, a number of old punishments have resurrected in Melea, and they weren't where Marisa said they were.

After focusing on how to escape, I guess I decided to escape through the window.

With a refreshing grin, Merea was running straight out of the kitchen the next moment.

"Look, you let him get away with it!

Marisa pointed to the window and said, swooping her cheeks.

"I really regret you..."

"Come, … no, but I will not give up yet. We're going for the next opportunity."

"Give up there..."

That's how he began to wash the remaining dishes at a sagging speed, and instantly finished cleaning them up, Marisa decided on her chest to finish the final inspection of the remaining room immediately, and began to sneak away.

Salman was just looking at the sight, shrugging his shoulders.

"Really, you're a pain in the ass because you're so good..."

Fist Emperor's sigh stuck to the kitchen.