Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"This city is amazing!

Just moments before Caesar found a bunch of them.

An expedition of the United Demon Kings (Meer-Nesaia), led by Melea-Mere, had arrived in Virgilia, the city of art.

The journey in the carriage took about five days to hook up.

You still flew the carriage a lot.

The kingdom of Lemuse, on which the Merea and the others are based, was originally located slightly more northeastern than the centre of the eastern continent, but still required that much time to the northeastern end of the continent.

Upon arrival at the city gate west of the city of art, Merea and the others briefly completed the process.

Though Shaw was going through such detailed procedures for the most part, he also thought Melea would need them later, so he observed doing them beside him.

But look to the point where Shaw handed him a few silver coins that he gripped in his fist in a very natural motion.

- You don't know just to look, this is it.

I end up with words like that in my heart.

I decided to ask what that silver coin meant later.

"Well, shall we go, my lord?

Shaw, who stretched lightly after the procedure, turned around and said to Melea.

"The gold deceased there. Do not call my Lord 'my' Lord, etc."

But it wasn't Merea herself who reacted exactly to Shaw's voice like that, but the maid who refrained next to it - Mariza.

"Well, you're not wrong."

"I'm not wrong, but I'll do it. It's hard to see."

Next to Melea, who smiles bitterly, Marisa turns her arms around to hold her own shoulder and turns her gaze at Shaw, cursing the colour of the cold.

"This maid, you've even been apt to curse at me lately..., the description is cluttered...!

Shaw lets Mariza's offense, as usual, shrug her shoulders, for Christ's sake, but on the other hand she even remembered a little relief in that chest.

"Well, this is better than being weirdly silent -"

Marisa was an adult compared to usual on the road to Virgilia.

Shaw also knew that was the manifestation of her inner wobble tangled in the 'Tyranny Period'.

But this is how the sway has subsided around entering Virginia.

The only proof of this is the number of curses against me per hour, which, though, was also the easiest change to understand.

Either way, Shaw himself, wondering, was relieved that Marisa was demodulating to her usual state.

"Anyway, you also serve as' our 'Lord's escort, so you'll have trouble being depressed forever, won't you?

"... even if you don't tell me, I know"

When Shaw told him to press precautions in advance, Marisa, with a little remorse, then sweet-bited her lips a little shy and strayed her gaze from Shaw.

Shaw sees it and smiles with a floating grin.

"Well, I don't think he needs an escort in the first place."

"... even one day in the Spiritual Mountains, you told me that"

Unexpectedly, he threw words that Marisa would miss about Shaw's words.

While Shaw was a little surprised that he'd normally skipped the word that way, he also thought that maybe she apologized for the inability on the road as her own.

As soon as I thought of it, the laughter leaked.

"Fuha, it's disgusting that you're being mean to me."

"Don't worry, I'll use you like a worn rag right away"

"Ah! I didn't decide clearly to go up or down, but authority is subtly superior to yours, so I don't exercise power!!"

"Ha."

"You laughed with your nose......!

That's how the other demon kings watched with a bitter smile as they returned to the usual exchange between the two.

Somehow, the sight was reassuring to watch.

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In doing so, he goes on and on in the city, mixed with the aristocratic travellers and merchants who have come to Virginia as much as he has now.

Melea was listening in half to her buddies' adorable interactions, while pointing the other half of her consciousness toward a group of outdoors that were open on both sides of the street.

There was a lot of strange things on the outdoor shelf that I had never seen.

Paintings, sculptures, teasing, rings with jewels, small objects with sometimes visible surgical finishes.

What's that worth, even a stone's throw that makes me laugh unexpectedly?

Basically, there were a lot of 'things' left of those entities.

"City of art."

If I told you, it was an area that I don't particularly know about for Melea.

Even the general matter of this world has not yet accumulated sufficient knowledge, but suddenly there is no comprehensible art of culture or anything else.

- This kind of thing is hard to tell if you don't know the context in which the art was born.

It was the same in the previous world.

Basically, it seemed like an area where value was built on adequate knowledge.

- But it sounds very funny if you can understand it.

If there are people who are skilled in art, I would love to teach them around here as well.

"Was there anything you wanted?

Second, next to Melea, who was walking in the lead, comes the [Sword Emperor] Elma. She was smiling and spinning her words.

"There's a lot to worry about, but not as much as you want. I feel like I bought it somewhere."

Melea said floating, adding a gesture of putting things down.

against Elma returned a troubled grin at the answer,

"Hmm, that's a similar idea to mine. - Totally, I didn't know we were culturally lagging behind."

Then he deepened his grin in self-derision.

Melea has a similar grin about it.

"When this happens, you're going to really want talent for art."

Melea put her hands behind her head and continued to mourn.

"The Golden Deceased wants to pull it into his wallet." If you know the art, it'll be gold! '"

Less than a few seconds after Elma answered, she said from behind, "Exactly!," Melea and Elma sigh face-to-face.

"I guess it's harder than people because Shaw himself would be in the field of hands as a merchant,"

"Oh, a deceased who is greedy (mumbling) with all knowledge based on gold, but in a world where money is more or less involved, that's what makes it a terrible desire for action -"

and so Melea and Elma took a beat and looked back at the same time.

Furthermore, before a voice could be raised from the Golden Deceased, who was earlier in his retrospect, together,

"The power of gold is great!

[]/(v5r, vi) to say/to say/to say off/to say off/

Then, as you can see, Shaw is about to throw up the same dialog (line) with Marisa pulling her ear, but in an irregular mood.

"Oh...... they said it first......"

"Your behavior is monotonous. It's not hard to predict."

"Simplicity is best."

Melea and Elma laughed at each other again when they saw Shaw soggy a little.

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I walk for a while, and gradually I can also afford to be in a line of people.

That said, to the extent that it's better than near the city gates, it still feels crowded compared to Remusee.

The reason people have been sweeping would be because the travelers have each moved to another alley.

"Speaking of which, what about our inn?

After a few more walks, Merea looked back at Shaw and spun such an inquiry.

Shaw, who was looking familiarly at the sideshow, immediately answers when he realizes Merea's question and turns his gaze back.

"It's in the back alley next to one of these streets. - Well, security isn't so bad, so you won't have to worry about the word" back alley. "

Shaw put in just a few moments there and continued.

"And because the street is' this'. Loud and sleepless is another problem."

"I see."

If it is indeed a boarding house facing the street, it is likely to be fed up with the hustle and bustle.

If you're still in the middle of the day, you don't have to make a scene until bedtime.

"Then it's time to go in the alley next door -"

Merea, as one, also looked out at the outdoor shop and first separated herself from her curiosity, tried to spin the words (rather) to the effect that it was time to head to the inn.

But that word...

"Husband there!

Immediately blocked by 'another voice'.

Two, one man was running in front of Merea with such humble complaints.

There is still a little distance, but the man is pushing them with his hands towards a straight line, not saying that he is not in the eyes of other travellers, nobles, etc. It will come right in front of you.

Thus, at last, the man appeared, trying to block the way before Merea.

Elma, who was next to Melea, gets her hand under the cape that was woven with her feathers in a reflexive motion and puts her hand on the Devil's Sword pattern.

"Sorry I stopped you! But you really wanted to show your husband something!?"

Apparently, the man was a push and sell merchant I saw a few before I got here.

Elma realizes it and solves the battle posture for a moment, but has not yet taken his hand out of under the cape.

"Yeah? Did I show you?

In contrast, Merea, the party told by the merchant, had returned the words without a single disgusting look at the usual foreboding complaint.

Neither does the body look special.

-... No, does it just look that way?

But Elma immediately thought so and changed her perception.

Melea's posture is in itself, but there's no way Melea can't react to what she could have reacted to.

I've worked out at Star Tree Castle and held hands several times. Elma's judgment was also based on that experience.

"Which one?

And when Elma was cruising inside, she was now turning her curious gaze from Merea to the merchant's hand.

Instead of making an unpleasant face at the push, it even looks like a welcome bare gesture.

It was as if he was enjoying an event called push and sell.

In those days, the eyes of the other demon kings began to see the merchants standing in front of Merea, and part of what I saw - Shaw - was spinning the word "twenty points".

Shaw's gaze was directed under the merchant's feet.

"This is it!

In doing so, the merchant, at Merea's urging, gives him something elongated that he had in one hand.

It was crooked in cloth on its back.

"This?"

When Merea snaps her neck, the merchant unwraps the cloth as she spins it in small pieces.

What emerged from inside was a wave of 'sword'.

Two, behind Merea, I heard "ten points" and Shaw snapping.

Further to that voice, Mariza's voice continues. - "By the way, what's the breakdown?" "Why come to sell a sword to a man without a sword?" "I see." "Well, it's a gorgeous sword, so do you mean to the degree of decoration"

"He wants to sell this."

"Excellent product. of the southern continent, with a famous sword said to have been used by a" swordsman. "

"Ho, Sworddemon."

Melea's eyebrows crept up on the word spun from the merchant's mouth on the lid.

"Well..., the Swordsman."

Like a lot, and then wondering, Melea is nodding yeah.

Though of a slightly bewildered colour, the lingering grin of softness was still on Merea's face.

"Yes. - It is also said to be comparable to one of the famous Seven Imperial Instruments of the Sword Emperor, the Devil's Sword Crishura"

"Ha ha. Sword Emperor's, to the Devil's Sword Crishura. - Hmm."

Now Elma's eyebrows were rising. Just like Merea, she shows an exaggerated nod.

There was a deliberate and intriguing look on his face.

"But maybe I should say a devil's sword that is more perplexing than a crishula. The sword demon has gone mad at the sword and is said to have tragically killed hundreds of innocent people with this sword. And so, their resentment dwelled on the sword, and it became a sword of creepy, sharpening cleavage, and not leaving the hands of what they once used until they died."

After the merchant's selling complaint, Shaw's twinkle, "Five Points," was up again from the back.

In response to the crunch, Mariza asks the content as if it were work. "Breakdown is"

"The description is too flashy. And then there's no clumping," Shaw raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders, for Christ's sake.

The other demon kings return consciousness to Merea as they hear such an exchange with a bitter smile.

So - they noticed a 'certain anomaly'.

"Ah, Yabe... there was a real" swordsman "in his parents..." Killing an innocent people "doesn't matter how many lies..."

Salman's voice was small and raised.

Salman's gaze as he makes the twins withhold on both sides is turned to Merea's back.

And those eyes...

I was indeed reading that signs of 'anger' were rising from Merea's back.

A moment late from Salman, other faces also perceive Merea's anger.

A short but intense accumulation of dating made it easy for them to read the inside of Merea.

"Oh, I'll correct it. Zero."

Following Salman, Shaw raised his voice.

Already, the ratings for merchants have been depressed to zero.

……

"Don't you ask?

against Marisa, who did not ask for a breakdown. Conversely, Shaw asks, but Mariza,

"You don't have to tell me."

And I just returned my sighs.

Such Mariza is Mariza, and she hasn't taken a single glance off Merea's back.

Additionally, I had loosened my hands, which I had been putting my fingers together beautifully on my knees, and kept beside my hips. I felt like I could move anytime I wanted.

Shaw looks at Mariza, and, uh, sighs loudly.

Later, he returned his gaze to the merchant who stood before Merea, spinning his words again.

"- Well, in this case he didn't have 'luck'. I don't think there's a real swordsman in front of me."

"I'll stop if I have to."

"It's okay, you're exaggerating. Even Merea is not a beast. - But, well, let me put in a warning for you."

And, Shaw spoke a little louder and threw words at the merchant, who was giggling damned without knowing what the situation was.

"You there! You should leave that at that! If the 'siren' in your head doesn't sound yet, you should follow my warning quietly! It's time to hit something else!

"- also for your body and mind," Shaw added in small measure at the end.

But the merchant seemed to recognize it as a 'merchant avoidance word', and he kept hanging on to Merea just wondering if it was something he was going to pull back here to do.

"The Sworddemon's work is something that is only called a demon and is particularly repellent these days, but it's worth it. There is a rare rarity of" virtue ". If there is only one sword used by such a man in the world, not to mention its rarity. - Everyone wants it. It's just now. Please, make a purchase."

……

Merea heard the merchant's miscellaneous selling complaint - after all, she didn't utter a word.

But the soft grin on his face until just now had disappeared somewhere, and the change in his expression finally began to inform the merchant of the shitty change of circumstances.

Merea's red eyes had an overly sharp glance that just shot people with her gaze.