Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Evening.

When the sun began to stain in the dark.

The demon kings of the expedition, who had refrained from departing for the city of art, had cut up their work early that day and were returning to their respective chambers.

In order to collect the packing results we have done in the morning and prepare for 'departure'.

"Let's bet if Merea's room is scattered, golden deceased"

"Nice, what do you bet?

Of these, two demon kings, who had completed their duties as early as possible, were ascending the stairs leading to Merea's room.

"Right. If you win - I'll serve you all the specially good parts at the first supper after you get back from the City of Arts. Something delicious. It's a city of art, and it seems to have a lot of rare ingredients, so if I lose, I'll keep an eye on it."

"That must really be something to eat...?

"That's not so mean. You're better off losing, I am."

The two men, shoulder-to-shoulder and ascending the stairs, rocked themselves with pleasure, talking about the aftermath of their return from the city of art.

"Hmm. - So what if you win?

"Right......, if you color your pennies for next month, you don't complain"

"Terminal and fine. Let's just say we have to negotiate with each other."

"Oh, to the point where we can't help each other."

And finally, the two of them can ascend the stairs to the fifth floor.

If you walk a few steps from it, you go out into the hallway, and if you walk a dozen more steps from it, you're in Merea's room.

They stopped there at exactly the same time and wondered about the idea for some time.

And one raises his voice first.

The first person to raise his voice was a lightweight man in a three-quarter sleeve shirt - Salman.

"A Scattered Vote"

It was a gentleman (like) wearing a few loose, long-sleeved costumes - Shaw - who raised his voice to respond after the words.

I say one of my fingers with several rings on it, with its index finger standing up perfectly, making it a lot.

"So this is a big hole, one vote without mess"

"Okay, that's settled."

Salman nodded with a laugh in response to Shaw's response.

They signal it and start walking again. Step into the hallway and walk down a more luxurious aisle than a little bit more carpeted.

He stopped in front of a door that he was doing so, and Salman took the initiative to knock on the door.

"Hey, come on, Melea"

Then from inside, a prolonged voice returned saying, "Yes,"

"Let's open it."

Saying, Salman slowly opened the door.

I look inside the room from the gap in the door that gradually opens.

The two of them prayed in their hearts that the conditions in the room were in the way they wished.

And...

"... ahhh! Damn it! I lost! Why are you cleaning up today? Mariza's still asleep!? I bet you this way knowing that!

"Ha, ha, ha, that's sweet, monkey. Unless you're more sensitive to information! I already have information on what Miss Lillium did in Merea's room!

"What are you doing!

"Think calmly and look! Young men and women in men's rooms! Do something! - Normally, you might expect something like this that those twins can't make you hear, but! Fossils growing on the border mountains on the one hand! She's a decent one on the other, but she's the busiest and most tired research woman these days!... No! There's no such thing as a man or woman! One way or the other, I'm going to see how my bad brother is doing. As for my sister! - I was probably worried about not having that odd maid. I thought she was here to help pack a little."

"You were thinking that far pretending to be pale...! I can't feel it!

"If there's money on it, I'll do my best!

You guys really look like you're having fun.

Melea raised her voice like that as she watched Salman with his head in the yawning and Shaw giving a speech with his nose high, fed up from inside the room.

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"I mean, Lilium's room, next to one down here, so you might have heard Shaw's current tense speech."

"What?... Will I be flattened again, me..."

To Merea's words, Shaw suddenly softens.

"You just can't get ripped off."

Salman was coming out of the side and slapping Shaw on the shoulder.

"No, but I did have some footprints, but what I'm saying is quite factual in itself..."

"That must be the problem."

The two began to whisper their voices from around it and spin their blushes and words so that they could be heard only between them.

"Uh... instead, being conscious is a fact in itself, so I might be angry with you on a graphic star... She won't notice for herself hey...... Excellence in learning does not necessarily seem to prove to be bright in other parts of the world. Even if you notice the details of the literature, you must be oblivious to your own emotions..."

"It's like that."

"Leave me alone in my room and stop talking."

Merea just suddenly put her neck up to the two of them, starting to tell a secret story, but thought it would not be obvious to leave her alone, she spoke in a good place.

Melea's red eyes had a stiff gaze on them, and her face showed a troublesome look.

"So, is it time?

"That's the place."

To Merea's question, Shaw answers with her collar corrected.

"Well, let's go"

"Yeah. - The others will be here in a while. I need to check the carriage first. Shall we move outside?"

"Right."

Melea finally stood up to Shaw's suggestion. The bed that was sitting makes a slight noise.

Merea kept it on her back, carrying a large bag of cloth with a string that she had left on her desk. Travel luggage.

"Did you pack properly?

"It's like asking a child."

"In fact, public common sense is like you're a child. 'Cause you've never been on a journey - well, except for that idiot-like getaway - right?

"I know exactly what to take - but"

"But?"

Shortly after Melea spun so, she scratched her head in embarrassment and took a beat before continuing. It looks like a confession.

"... mostly stuffed in lililium"

"Oh, then you're fine. She would have more or less predictions about what could happen because of the climate and the city of art over there.... hey, you could have told me from scratch, because it's a hassle. There are many excellent caretakers around Merea and they are really great. Including the youth beside me."

"Don't bring me with you."

"Well, you're only for the twins."

"That too. Yikes!

Merea proceeded to walk with a bitter smile as the two began their sarcasm again.

Pushing their shoulders, they head outside the room.

I pushed the two of them out of the room, trying to close the door in my back hand, and, uh, Merea turned around in the room.

My room, which I've been used to seeing a lot of these days, shows up in my sight.

staring at it from the front of the door, and at the end of the day let the sharp light of will dwell in his eyes,

"- I'll be right back, here."

One person crushed that.

Merea ended, slowly closing the door.

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The three went out of Startree Castle one foot away and moved on to inspect the carriage that Shaw had kept waiting on the boulevard in front of the castle.

This carriage seemed more luxurious and, more importantly, sturdy than the carriage that Shaw bought from a passing merchant on the previous escape.

Horses who supposedly pull carriages also sometimes look larger in body than the horses you see all over the city.

Musculoskeletal and also to withstand the climate of Virgilia, an art city that is cold this time of year, or fat seemed to be riding quite a bit too.

"I'm not running away. This time around will be just fine. That may be inferior to Miss Lillium's flaming horses, but these horses do not deprive Miss Lillium of her strength. Besides, he's smart enough and more sturdy than anything else. They'll bring us home somehow."

"Oh well."

And Merea came near the horses that were connected by the gates of Starwood Castle with rope, and tendered his neck.

Then the horse shakes herself joyfully and pushes back Merea's cheek with her nose tip.

"I have to take care of it."

Melea smiled at the action of such a horse, spinning so.

"Yes. - I bought these horses in the name of the Union of Demon Kings (Meer-Nesaiah), so I have to build a stables (Umaya) to take care of them at dawn when I get back properly. Well, you don't have to bother to make it, you can borrow it from His Majesty Harsim."

Shaw is also smiling as he watches Melea deflect with his horse.

"But because of that, I'd like to make a new one."

"That's right."

"Let's think about it on the way home from the city of art."

"Hmm. Shall I?"

And around there, the two somehow realized that there was a lot of confusion about the word 'coming home' during each other's stories.

Realizing that, Merea smiles bitterly and spins inside.

- Yes, the first thing you need to do is come home.

I don't know what it is.

There may be nothing, or something unintentional may happen.

But the important thing is to come back firmly.

Our place is here now.

My people are waiting in this castle.

You can't just leave them and disappear.

The constant willingness to remain the backbone of everyone was firmly shining in Merea.

"Nevertheless, horses and carriages are luxurious. Isn't this weird?

"I won't. Yeah, not at all."

In response to Melea's mundane questions, Shaw had answered without interrupting her hair.

If you notice, Shaw is bending over and checking the adhesion of the carriage's bottom plate.

"This is the art city of the season, so it stands out as a qualitative carriage."

In the so-called peak season (season) of the city of art, as Shaw said before, many rich gather, such as the surrounding nobles, gold merchants, and leading men from other continents.

who come by luxury ship.

who come in a conceited carriage.

Sometimes the appearance varies from one to the next across a winged lion (Griffon).

And those who crept through Virginia's city gates in such a season were, by and large, luxurious.

In that case, instead, if you take a poor figure or carriage to Virginia, the opposite will stand out.

Too flashy is a problem, too.

"Being moderately luxurious is necessary for a journey without a trace."

That's why.

Shaw naturally knew about it from the beginning and already imagined this painting in his head when he was entrusted with the task of going.

"Nevertheless, I don't know what will happen on my way home, so if I encounter a less than good occasion, I will leave the carriage. I'll leave the horses to my business friends in Virginia."

Shaw tells Melea as he moves on to inspect the rear wheel.

Merea imitated Shaw and was about to bend over and look at the front wheel.

"That's when you get on Noel and you fly home."

"That's right. - No, that makes me nervous if I can go home alive in a different way."

"Huh? It's fun, huh? You can feel the dragon jump."

"Ordinary humans die shaken down......!

Shaw shuddered herself when she blurted.

I look at Melea with a strange gaze.

"It's okay, it's okay, because I'll let Noel adjust around it. - I'll pick it up, even if it sucks."

"I could have been more relieved if you hadn't added something weird at the end. … pick it up properly!?"

"Whoa, I got it. It's okay, it's okay - it's okay."

"That was the last bar reading of this guy...!!"

It looked like a totally uncomfortable grin for Shaw, as Merea waved with a full smile on her face.

"... ha. Either way, my body has grown once again recently, and now that there aren't as many people, I'll be able to get everyone on Noel's back. - If the Queen of Enchantment is the Demon King, and she asks us for the hand of salvation, she might get on its back, too."

"One or two, there's no problem with more."

"Right."

"But if she and Shaw fall at the same time, I'll take Shaw - Ugh, I can't believe that's happening..."

"You're attacking me with weakness all the time."

"It's a recoil being held by a purse string. It is the fate of those who possess it that can detect their weaknesses. Come on."

"You should look back on your words and actions first."

While we're at it, we're done inspecting the carriage.

Then Salman, who was inspecting the other carriage by himself, walked over to the two of them, turning his shoulders to relax the stiffness.

"This one's fine. There's no problem with sleeping cars."

"Really, good job"

"Well, I don't want to use a sleeping car if I can, but I'd rather use this quietly when I don't have just the right accommodation to go"

"Hey. I'm not in as much of a hurry as I am when I run away, but there's no point in taking it slow. Find the best for your health and situation."

"Oh. - Well, maybe it's time for the women to come."

Now Salman looked toward the castle gate of Startree Castle as he turned his back to stretch his muscles.

From the windows of Startree Castle facing the street, there is a leak of puffiness and light.

The sun was almost setting and the city lights were starting to light up as well.

A brilliant light dances through the blue air.

Melea also stood up and looked up at the giant Startree Castle as she stood beside Salman.

"This way, hopefully by the time I get back, I'll have something to gain"

"I hope that's good news."

"Bad news will reach the City of Arts before you return."

Melea says bitterly.

"Right. Even so, this place is a lemuse. We're not the only allies so far."

"Yes, no matter what, Harsim's presence in Lemuse is a great cover. I'm telling Harsim that I'm going to remove the castle for a few days from today."

"Oh, you're doing something long."

Salman opened his eyes the same sandy color as his hair and happily poked Melea with his elbow (twist).

"There are a lot of people who think I'm the Lord. They're just giving me a ride."

Like a joke, Merea laughs with her nose and returns it.

"You're starting to say that."

"I was originally pretty good at sarcasm. - Though some verses have gotten extra bad after meeting 21 demon kings."

"Maybe there 'll be more of those demon kings to come."

"... yeah"

Merea put her mind to that.

"Like happy, like uncut. I'm sure that's all part of it that can't be separated forever"

"... right"

The two cut words there.

And also looked up at Startree Castle at the same time.

Fu, from the window of Startree Castle facing the street, several demon kings were slipping their faces and waving.

"They look around unexpectedly well as they do their job, too."

Salman laughs and waves back at them.

Merea waved at it.

You'll see this sight again when you get back from your trip.

Merea was sure of that.

As far as possible, it was on my chest again that I should use the force that had resided in me and the force that had been piled up by the drilling.

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