Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"... hit something else"

Still, Merea didn't get her hands on it.

Some of the merchant's words undoubtedly stroked Merea's nerves, but it was not so much Merea and the juvenile (strawberry) smudging as it outburst the fury.

In the first place, if I can't control my anger over this one, I don't have a way ahead of me.

- Besides, compared to the emotional reward with 'the guy', I haven't...

For a moment, "Celias-Blood-Mouseg" 's face glistened behind Merea's brain.

Merea hasn't forgotten the interaction she had on the battlefield with that gray-haired man.

If I hadn't been able to control my emotions in a place like this, I could sooner or later get that gap poked by that snug guy. The battle with that man is not over.

- Fake Tan is a fake Tan.

The fake tan of the merchant-spinning sworddemon was difficult to see through for Melea, but it was also what Melea herself had expected that the mysterious sworddemon would be the subject of the story for the better or worse in this way.

The reality is not well known, so in a way it's the only thing that's ever happened.

- Sooner or later, I'll spread the word 'Jintan' the way I should.

Still, someday I'll manage to keep such a fake tan from spreading.

With a resolute word in her heart, Merea finally turned away her anger.

As such, he gently pushes the merchant's body away and tries to move on.

The demon kings watching the sight behind them finally exhaled the clogged breath.

The exhaled breath had mixed colors of relief.

But...

"Hey, hey! Your lady."

The merchant was more dull.

He just stepped on another, 'something you shouldn't tread on'.

The merchant is refused a business deal by Merea. No, he changes the spearhead of the push and sell in a hurry.

Merea was followed by Elma, who tried to move on, rushing to her feet.

There's a demon walking ahead of us.

It was stopped.

◆ ◆ ◆

The merchant was half-eyed.

He had laid down with a faint eye that Elma had a sword to hide under his cape.

Therefore, in an attempt to make a comparison with the sword I am trying to sell, I flipped my cape without permission while approaching Elma so that I could scratch it.

"Here! This is better than your lady's sword -"

He was laughing with his nose at the 'Real Devil's Sword Crishura', which he could see properly that way, and offering him the sword he had in his hand again.

The Devil's Sword Crishura was a sword with a rough and tidy body.

It is a sword of an entirely different dimension from a sword that is only magnificent if done and decorated, as the merchant has in his hands.

That sword, specialised in just slashing, had nothing to waste.

Once through the sword, even if you are fascinated by the less beauty of its fullness, it is not 'gorgeous' at the stage where it is housed in the pattern.

So the merchant missaw.

And the merchant's greatest failure was laughing at Elma's demon sword with his nose before Elma and, more importantly, before Merea.

……

Merea stopped on her feet shortly after the merchant's voice rang, still silent without turning around.

Instead, Merea's failure to turn around immediately gave her companions an extraordinary impatience.

Merea knows how Elma's demon sword was made.

And I also knew what Elma thought of the Devil's Sword.

The Devil's Sword of the Sword Emperor is a sword created by the first Sword Emperor - that is, the ancestors of the Elma ancestors, the Eluiza family, to be heroes to those who cannot fight.

Melea, I'm not as excited about the situation during the Dark War, but among other things, I could have guessed enough from Elma's story that they would have been heroes to someone.

The story of the Thirty-eight Heavenly Sword Brigade is still there.

They earnestly lived in that era and desperately tried to take the path they believed in.

Whatever the outcome, their thoughts are piling on that demonic sword.

And Elma was also proud of their insistence on that.

While feeling the blame for creating the Devil's Sword as the Seven Imperial Instruments, Elma never hates the thoughts of her ancestors.

She also gritted with the name Demon King every day trying to be a hero to someone.

The Devil's Sword was a crossroads of her different thoughts - it was also irreplaceable.

"How much?"

"What?"

Merea finally looked back behind the merchant and was asking.

While the merchant was surprised by the voice from the rear, he immediately turned around and

"Gi, it's ten silver coins!

Spin happily.

"Right. - Shaw."

"I have a hand."

"Keep it off my dime."

"Let's serve this time"

"Thank you."

When Merea cut up a terminal conversation with Shaw, she approached the merchant one step more or less.

The opposing merchant softens and is still delighted.

Then, Merea next spoke to her sister Lyna, one of the twins who was waiting for her interest to end next door to Salman.

"Lyna, the branch of the tree I was picking up outside, will you give it to me?

"Uh."

Lyna had a little tree branch in her hand and was playing with it rubbing (scrubbing) the stone floor. Not so much a twig, but a little uncomfortable thickness to cane.

"I'll buy you some candy balls later"

"Give it to me!

At Merea's suggestion, Lina immediately tossed the branches of the tree with joy.

Merea catches it and surfaces it to see how thick the branches are.

It was also like confirming the sword's fullness.

"This is just a branch of a tree..."

And Merea spun words again to the merchant, who had his neck clenched after seeing a series of motions.

"Ha, ha"

To a suddenly spinned word, the merchant returns a proper and frightened voice.

"Well, if you slap it with your hand, it's going to break again."

"Yes, sir."

"So, your -- no, your, the Devil's Sword that you used, is a famous sword."

"Sin......?

"Oh no, if you don't know. If you don't know that much, nothing."

And he looked at the merchant with a cold gaze, and saw the sword upon the merchant's hand.

"It must be sharp and sturdy."

"Yes, no doubt about that"

"Right."

Melea nodded with a true face.

And, after that nod, Merea largely showed movement.

Slowly, I raise the branches in heaven that were in my hands.

That was as if - putting the sword on the upper stage, in that position.

"It's been a long time since I used Sworddemon (Singh) moves. I still don't really use that business because it's profound to me, and it takes a lot of work and time to 'unload' my senses - if it's someone to that extent, I can do it well."

"Huh?"

"Hold." Don't move. "

The merchant tried to take a short step back to Merea, who showed her sword-wielding movements.

But Merea controls it with words.

It was a quiet but sharp voice.

And...

Pin.

The air strained for a moment.

I felt a graceful 'sword chi' run down the street from Merea's body as I sewed between the hustle and bustle.

That - right after.

――

The branches of Melea's raised tree swung down at a speed that was not even in his eyes.

It was dropped into the earth quietly and smoothly, like rain grains falling straight from heaven.

The sword flashes that cut the heavens and the earth vertically...

"Ahh."

He had severed the false devil's sword in his hand as the merchant offered it, in two parts.

The sword flashes by the branches of the kagagi tree.

But it was transformed like a sharper sword with sharper cuts than any famous sword, only the moment it was waved down by Merea.

The merchant looks at his sword at hand with the kind of eyes he sees even in incredible things.

His mouth remained open and he seemed dazed.

"I'll tell you what. The real" Sword Demon "was" I Didn't Choose a Sword ". So there is no such thing as" the famous sword used by the swordsman ""

To such a merchant, Merea said.

"The swordsman saw all things in his sword. It was the very event of slashing that the swordsman stuck out. Instead, he was repellent at first to rely on a good sword. - He admitted it after he died."

As if to exhale once and for all the anger she had endured, Melea went on and on to line up her words.

"And one more thing. The Swordsman did not 'slaughter innocent people'. Indeed, he was searching for a man who could be slaughtered, but never put 'those who are not on the path of battle' in his hands."

It was in that regard that Merea most wanted to see.

"The reason he was called the Sword Demon was not because he had tragically slaughtered an innocent people and his virtuosity stood. For he slew the evil demon king of the day," As he begins his sword's way. "... Indeed, the sword demon was insane with the sword. In the meantime, he was given the Enchantress because he had no other distinguished merit than the difference that led him to consider the Demon King to some extent."

Merea rebels in her head the stories of other English spirits who lived at the same time and the controversy surrounding the name of "Sworddemon", which she recently complemented by talking to Salman.

"It is said that he might have been called the 'Sword God' if the system of the issue at the time had been determined by a mere sequence of forces' only ', regardless of the magnitude of the feat achieved. He said," I don't care. "

The Sword Demon (Sin-M) wasn't very interested in such a secular matter.

"... Perhaps the Sworddemon (Sin-M) would have duly flushed it as' I don't care 'as well, even if the pseudotan like you just said spread to the world. Even if they told you that in front of you, or you could have normally forgiven them. - But."

A light of resolute will shines in Merea's eyes.

Once he was about to calm down, his anger was starting to boil again at the bottom of his belly.

"Even if the swordsman forgives me, I will not forgive it"

Merea had Merea's 'will', just as the swordsman had swordsmanship.

After Merea had said that much, a fake demon sword cut from the merchant's hand fell.

It makes a slight noise and jumps to the stone floor.

But Merea no longer even glanced at the sword that had fallen.

"I'll pay the right price. But don't use that selling complaint in front of me again. Nothing, I'm not telling you not to use anything else. It's your freedom."

Once Merea cut the words there, she stepped closer to the merchant.

The merchant starts to tremble and distort the flashing expression into a slight fear as Merea moves forward.

The opposing Merea approached the merchant yet another step and finally walked over to a position within reach.

And gently put his hand on the merchant's shoulder, and said:

"Oh, but indirectly, but if you get an earlier selling complaint in my ear..."

As graceful as his ear was, he was extremely gentle, and there was a demon god whispering.

"'I'll be back for the merchandise.'"

So, finally, Merea turned her heel back.

The merchant lodges a vain light in his eyes and solidifies himself on the spot as he relieves himself.

Then the other demon kings slipped out beside the bewildered merchants.

And, at the end, Shaw, passing beside the merchant, took the merchant's hand and let him hold the silver coin for the price, spinning words with a luscious smile on his face.

"From now on, you should choose the right person to sell. Whatever it is, it doesn't mean you should push and sell it. And if you want to show off your little beauty, make sure you're underfoot (if ever). Shoes, are you tired? -" Your lower heart is displayed underfoot ""

Shaw concluded by adding, "Well, I hope your business thrives as the same merchant," followed by his colleagues.

Merchants left in the streets - Larbus, just stunned, looked at their backs.

He stayed put until Caesar the Clown came on the spot later.