Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"People are worried about you. You're really beautiful..."

A clown was walking around the corner of Virgilia, the art city, pimped.

He was jumping with an unusually smooth gesture of consciousness up to his toes, as if playing a bouncing sarcasm on the stage.

The word that spilled out of my mouth was against a woman who was talking in a certain opera theater until just now.

The clown puts a luscious grin on its neutral beauty and goes straight from Virginia's front street onto one back (Y) path.

"Caesar"

And, inadvertently, as if to stop such a clown, my voice ran.

Where the sound comes from is behind the clown. around the entrance of a narrow alley.

As I pushed forward from behind him, it was ringing in sharp tones.

When the clown noticed the voice, he first covered his smiling face with his own hands, then for a few moments, then turned to return his heel.

From beneath both hands, solved at the same time as the turning, a clown's face appears with a 'grin like a paste', not of the same quality as the smile he had just had.

"Hey, good luck with your work through the night. What can I do for you? - Ladies and gentlemen of the fanatics of Sisalis."

……

Ahead the clown turned, there were three figures in white robes.

All of them stand at the entrance of a narrow alley leading to the front street, wearing a slightly bumpy hood of robes at the depth of their eyes and trying to hide their faces.

One of them took the initiative in answering the clown's words.

"Remember you're part of Sisalis too, Caesar. Watch your mouth."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"To the Pope..."

"Can I tell you something? Nothing, but I'm only working directly with Pope Sisalis, the head of you, and I'm never a Sisalist, am I? The Pope was convinced of that, so I don't think it's going to be anything where you guys said it."

"Huh! You clever clown!

"I feel like it's something to say, but it's a hassle, so no. You guys are really boring talking to executives. You guys are like puppets in a puppet show - oh, no, no, don't be mad, don't be mad. My mouth slipped."

The clown went on purposefully.

"Well, I'm doing the job I was properly asked to do, so I was wondering if you'd forgive me for being slightly light-hearted or something! I bought that opera theater, Rave-Opera, because it was my achievement. If you'd just flowed me the funds for running the church, it wouldn't have worked."

"I don't have any money to spend on that. For the sake of the luxury of nascent Sisalis, there are more places to spend money -"

"Oh, that's enough. I'm sorry. When I pinched the weird light mouth, you switched on your speech. - So, what can I do for you?

"Tell that woman to use that secret trick quickly."

"Is that it? I didn't use it. Did I find out?

"I'm pretty sure I'm fascinated by that woman, but that's all. If you look at the state of indoctrination, you'll see. I still have a lot of self left."

"Ah la."

"Using that secret technique shouldn't be too much trouble for indoctrination."

A white-robed man who was spinning words crushed abominably.

The clown watching it was smiling with his little nose.

"Humans, I know how you feel about wanting to be something easier, but I kind of get sad when I see the followers of that pure poverty, and then the classy Sisalism, angry that it doesn't work out that way. I wonder which is happier with you followers who sponsored the nascent Sisalis and who, thanks to you, have become much more worldly and wealthy, but still practicing the teachings of the old Sisalis."

"Shut up, Caesar. You don't have a god in the first place. You're on your own."

"God is everywhere. I'm not atheistic in that sense, I'm multi-god. Me, I shake my tail to gods everywhere because I'm easily fascinated"

Clown - Caesar showed him a gesture of waving his tail twice and three times, adding "ahahaha" and a laugh.

Strange and feminine fantasy were hidden there.

"That's why I can deal with her charm. Thanks to you, the Pope has told me such a role as a guardian."

"Then practice it faithfully. Quickly let them use that secret trick."

"Ha... ok, ok. I will do so soon. - Well, I'm a little tired too, so give me a break around here today."

At the end of Caesar's spinning words, the subtlety had disappeared until then, rather with a tone as sharp as the cutting-edge of a fine sword (Rapier), as if poking and killing a person with his voice.

Also, the look Caesar glanced at from under his luscious makeup wasn't the kind of grin he'd put on, but somehow changed into something angry.

The man in the white robe who noticed it stepped back like he was barometric pressured by Caesar's atmosphere,

"There's no next time, Caesar."

Spitting such a dialogue, it disappeared to the surface.

As followed, two other white robes disappear.

The remaining clown covered his face with both hands again before lodging a pleasant smile in his face.

But only the voice is dragging the previous voice,

"- If there's a decent God, I'd love to believe in 'me'. These times are more difficult to see."

Those words were leaking out of the clown's mouth.

◆ ◆ ◆

Then Caesar, who walked some back alley, moved to another neighboring alley and headed back to the front street.

A lodging on my own bunk was in an alley further across that superficial street.

The main street we have now stepped into is a particularly major alley, linear from the city gates west of Virginia, with a great number of travellers, merchants and aristocrats coming from the outside during the season.

"That's just a lot of people."

So the number of people is also exceptional.

Caesar spilled his words a little fed up and took a big, deep breath once.

In that way, I finally make up my mind to jump to the waves of those in front of me.

"Every time, it's like a battlefield"

Shortly before entering a wave of people, some suspicious merchants were seen opening an outdoor shop by the alley. It's an outdoor shop aimed at travellers and nobles who have just entered Virginia.

Sewing through those gaps, check the scaffolding and enter the main road of the sculpted brick road (Rennamichi).

"Shh."

Then, anticipating the opportunity, he clutches his arm to a wave of people and walks diagonally to avoid defying the flow as much as possible.

Gradually, gradually, so as to cross.

I checked before entering the waves that no large traffic such as carriages had arrived, but once in the waves of people, I can no longer ask how things were farther apart.

I prayed in my heart, 'May nothing troublesome pass,' and left my feet in front, unhurried, steadily.

And finally, somehow I succeed in getting to the other side of the alley.

Naturally, there, too, the outdoor shop was open sloppily, like a row.

And the owner of the outdoor store on the other side, who was just over a wave of people, was looking at Caesar and raising his voice.

"Oh, isn't that Caesar?"

"Yes?"

Caesar looks at the voice as he smiles as a clown.

There was a merchant dressed in a small, beautiful outfit, but only slightly tired of shoes.

That's the face I've seen several times.

"Erm."

"It's Larbus. You're the neighbor to the inn you're using."

"- Oh! Yes, I did, Mr. Larbus. But in the flow merchant?

"That's right. I don't really do business in places like this, but ask my fellow merchants that this season's art city is all about making money. I need to fit in, so I bought a big one and even a beautiful costume, and I'm selling it here."

"Ha ha, I see, I see"

I even bought a little beautiful costume, but my shoes are still tired.

Looking at the merchant Larbus shoes while Caesar thought so, he also noticed what Caesar was trying to say, shrugging his shoulders and answering.

"I just didn't think I'd see my feet, so I got ass kicked"

"Surprisingly, footing is important, right?

Apparently this merchant doesn't know that such alarm is instead 'seen at his feet as a merchant'.

Shoes are important to make small and beautiful.

Caesar had in mind the words of a 'certain merchant' who had once been a little involved.

- I wonder if that gold deceased is still well deceased.... although it is also described as being a deceased.

That was it, a man with his own god.

For being aware that it was an incomplete God, the verse, which was weirdly enlightening, was also hidden, but it had no sense of being a monster and a golden deceased, yet a monster.

"By the way, how's the sales guy?

Caesar stood unhindered by passers-by beside the open outdoor shop in Larbus and looked at the items placed on the outdoor shelf before saying:

"Sounds good. After all, this city has a lot of 'bonkers'. Just for the record, there are many pieces of art here. If it's a masterpiece, I still don't know, like the beggar there made it round a bologna. Sometimes there's the one who manages to buy it with invisibility and value. Noblemen can go from pin to kiri."

Caesar knew that the products lined up on its outdoor shelves were mixed with masterpieces and ravens.

It's common in cities of art.

Easiest to make that kind of thing, and also easy to feed amateurs with it.

Coming to the city of art is not necessarily just an eye-catching artist or hobbyist, but some aristocrats who just have gold and have come to socialize brilliantly.

Faces like that are easy to duck.

"Art, if not so much, is worth shifting. An artist who completes an art that is hardly worth shifting would be a so-called genius, but even then they still make 'things they don't really know'"

"Clowns talk about art, and it feels weird again."

"Really? I know a lot of things, don't I?

"Hey, stop, stop, stay away. You smell like a woman in a man's ass, so you're about to get your hands on it by mistake."

"Ahaha, that's another tricky thing to do"

Caesar laughed and cut the words.

- I guess we talked too much.

That's what I thought inside, and at the end of the day, Caesar tried to leave the spot behind.

However,

"Whoa! I found a good duck! Look at that! It's called" Mr. O'Haru. "

"... what?

Suddenly Larbus was pointing in one direction as he said excitedly.

Larbus' fingers are directed towards the rear end of a long line of snakes that continues all the way from the western city gate.

While the gorgeous carriage was mixed with a crowd of people, behind the carriage, there was a "certain group".

Never a bad person.

This neighborhood (cute), where many people wear gorgeous clothes, is not particularly noticeable.

It is a group of exquisitely balanced luxuries.

If that's all they have, they may have overlooked everything.

However,

- Wow..., you're up...

I could see the eyes of the man with the vulgar appearance at the head of it still glistening.

A man's trick tells me that it's just something that comes from curiosity. The body was nagging and gazed firmly at the artistic dewstores lined up beside him.

That's exactly what I thought you were doing.

"Oh... it's you..."

"Right? You're not a bad person, and that's gonna be a duck! I'm coming for a second! I'm sorry, but I need you to keep the store number!

"What? Hey."

Then Larbus rushed all the way to a group of people with the right merchandise that was in the vicinity.

Caesar, who was entrusted with the store number, just stood still.

I don't know, maybe I can just go on like this, but if I'm gone, the store number here will be gone, and maybe someone with bad habits will steal the merchandise.

- Inn room, next door...

I don't like being complained about one more time.

However, Caesar decided to ask for the store number.

I can see just that bunch and Larbus from here, so let's watch that unfair battle and kill some time.

With that in mind, Caesar decided to put his arms together and watch it depend on what happened.

but

"Oh, that...?

Shortly after, Caesar had accidentally raised his question tone.

"Maybe..."

Feeling like there was a very familiar figure in the group Larbus went to the duck, Caesar rubbed his eyes twice and three times before skipping his gaze of familiarity again.

"Ah... I knew it"

Definitely.

Caesar looked familiar to the blonde man in that bunch.

Once, a man with a little involvement.

- "Golden Deceased," "Shaw-Jules Sherwood".

Why is that man here?

No, more than that.

"I wonder why that man is walking behind someone -"

It's as if he's serving that leading man, especially you.

At least, that golden deceased you know wasn't the kind of guy who would walk behind someone.

Even as a merchant, he was always a man walking forward as a head of the Chamber of Commerce.

If I were to serve someone, I'd only heard once that I wanted to serve someone who was more noble than me and could do something I couldn't.

- You found it.

No way.

That man is a man loved by the strongest authority a man has ever created.

The man is blessed with the gift of making money, and he can do most of it by using it.

That strange, snow-haired man that such a man serves...

Shortly after that thought, Caesar learns that there was a stifling between Larbus and that snowy grey-haired man.

Something, my body moved a lot.

From Caesar, Larbus' back gets in the way and it's hard to see the details.

Caesar was concerned about that.

So while I thought it was bad for Larbus, I decided to move just a little away from the store shelf to a position where I could see how they were.