Hyaku Ma No Aruji

At the end of the day, Merea was alone in the room.

Room splitting is divided between men and women.

Eyes and siladis. Mariza and Elma, plus the twins. And - Shaw and Salman.

Nevertheless, even though the room is divided, it is not that large. More importantly, next to one wall apart.

Sometimes the millennium pavilion is not as big an inn without the distance between the rooms, and I can handle it as soon as I want to deal with it.

Especially as far as the women were concerned, it was almost like being in the same room, with the twins sometimes coming and going between the two rooms as they please, and they were likely to be in either room more often than not except when they went to bed.

"Dear Merea, are you okay on your own?

Second, Marisa stopped Melea from calling from behind when she tried to enter her room.

Melea turned Marisa around with a laugh.

"If nothing more happens than sleeping attacked by the English Spirit of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, it's okay"

Answer and show as you shrug your shoulders.

Marisa returned a troubled sigh to such Merea's answer.

"Well, most things are going to be okay."

I know that Mariza and Melea have no problem alone.

Being a dignitary is no different.

But when it comes to Melea, she's not in the same dimension as putting on an escort in the first place.

Essentially, Merea is always on the side of helping someone in these cases.

Instead, while calling it an escort, it may be you who are protected.

"Haha, about these places, I need to reassure the maid. I've been distracted by other errands."

Melea said as she turned her tender red eyes to Marisa.

"- Okay. Okay, sweeten up to your word. But if you need anything, please tell me right away."

"Yeah, I wouldn't hesitate."

In response to Marisa's graceful words, Merea stepped into the room.

A really interesting room with a chic vibe in sight.

The light of the city of art coming from beyond the wooden window frame, once again, sparked Merea's emotions.

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"Well..."

Melea walked into the room and left the first luggage she had carried. Keep the clothes that you don't want to use right away, etc., in the long run.

On the other hand, it was decided to keep the equipment that was likely to be used immediately under the feet of a clean equipped desk of wood.

Thus, furthermore, one large piece of parchment is removed from its near-field luggage.

"How dare you use parchment to look like a city of art again..."

Melea spread that parchment over her desk with a bitter smile that lowered her brow butt.

It was a map of Virgilia, the city of art.

It was handed to me by Shaw when he left.

Ugh, it seems to be the "latest version of the map" obtained inside the City of Arts. I think I bought it somewhere in the outdoor store until Daita came here.

Even before entering the city, Shaw had a map of Virgilia.

I open it up in the carriage and also have a light explanation.

But once he entered Virginia, Shaw threw it away.

That's how I opened another map that I was getting at some point, and I glanced at it and handed it to Merea at the end.

'Remember, the city has changed slightly this year. This map was drawn by a well-armed internal Map Drawer, so it's more credible than the one I just showed you. I already remember.'

That's what Shaw said then.

When Merea received it, she cared about the meaning of Shaw's words and looked lightly at the contents of the map.

As such, I immediately understand what Shaw has bought and given me a new map.

The content was subtly different.

What's more, the "back roads" and "hidden roads" that are common in the intertwined city patterns were detailed on the map. It's like it wasn't drawn on the map you showed me before.

I found out what Shaw meant by his emphasis on maps by 'insiders'.

"... on Central Avenue, Accommodation Street, Painting Street, Opera Street -"

Melea runs her eyes on the map, sitting more and more in a wooden chair, just like a desk.

After I sat in the chair, I played it back with my voice to remember the name of the street depicted there, looking through the map with my fingers.

"Even though some sort of distinction has been made, you're still pretty into it..."

The city pattern of an art city that amasses versatile arts shows considerable congestion as previously reputed.

I actually went into the city and thought so stronger.

"Besides that, back roads and hidden roads"

They were denoted in different colored inks, apart from ordinary streets painted in black ink.

What a common, deliberate street notation.

The name is too intact in the first place.

However,

"- Haha, not bad"

Its common and deliberate street notation made Melea's chest still louder. Rather, it may be the action because it is common.

Gimme a rough letter, next to its street notation, "Be careful in the middle of the night", "Where the burglar deals", when you see the circumstances behind it being noted, as opposed to the bright city of art, leaks a grin that is funny at the same time as the bitterness.

- Out of the way, the air on this side might be better suited to sex.

Melea thought to herself.

Then for a while, stare at the map to eat in, trying to remember once and for all the fine location of the city of art.

Also, looking at the map that way, Melea took certain actions, as I recall.

I bent my right thumb and index finger and ran 'White Thunder' between those fingers and fingers.

There is a sound that can be played by the buckwheat, and there is a white light between the belly of the finger and the belly.

It was a lithium and knitted surgical training method.

"The White Thunder of Thunder God (Celester-Barca)."

to allow its more precise operation - training.

"... Damn, you're cluttered while I'm at it. It disappears as soon as you get distracted."

Merea goes through the map with her other hand as usual, while being small and evil. The white thunder that was so common between my fingers was disappearing.

Notice that and light the white thunder again.

Just a little bit, so to speak, letting the lightning constantly generate enough to light the fire ahead of the match - that method was hardly a heavy labor for Melea.

"I've been relying on my senses."

That kind of modification must be incorporated in the completed procedure.

To do this, it required not only understanding the theory of the surgical formula, but also something like a modest supply of surgical elements and a knack for braiding the formula to actually adjust.

Nevertheless, there is not so much more to Merea than that when it comes to not being comfortable with such fine alterations and adjustments.

"Policy in the first place" was unusual.

Merea was engineered to activate the surgical formula using motion associations and conditional reflexes.

The information itself is engraved in my head, but when I use it, I blow decent surgical thinking.

It even seemed like such a machine anymore.

"Merea, are you there"

And where Merea was sighing loudly, her voice accidentally raised from outside the room.

It's Elma's voice.

"Yes, sir."

Merea took her eyes off the map and sent a reply towards the door of the room.

"I need to talk to you about earlier..."

Earlier, that was probably when I used "Flash of the Sword Demon".

"Just stay inside."

Replying again with a rough prediction, the door opened after a beat.

From across the door, Elma shows up with her coat off.

Elma closed the door behind her back and walked up to Merea as she rang the floor with these and her shoes.

There is a serious look on his face, with more acuteness than usual in his long cut eyes.

"You just slapped your sword off with a tree branch,"

"- Oh."

He still wants to talk about the Sword Demon.

"You, can you use a sword, too?

In response to the question, Melea first urged Elma to sit in the chair across the street, then replied bitterly to her question.

"No, not as good as it can be used. Sin-M technology is still too deep for me."

I'm not lying.

It was true.

"But didn't you slaughter him? That's not a decent technique."

When Elma sat in the chair, she took Melea's answer and snapped her neck.

"That's all. - That's all it is."

Melea gave such a derisive grin to Elma this time, explaining.

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"First and foremost - it takes time"

"You called it 'unloading' then, because of that?

"Right. I'm not actually unloading spirits or anything, but I'm sensibly close to it. Originally, I often used techniques and techniques that were close to self-implication."

Melea put her hands together.

Clap.

It was the sound that didn't ring, but it's also a sight I'm familiar with.

Merea often showed the behavior when activating the surgical formula.

Elma also remembered that.

"This is one of them"

"You used to do that a lot when you used Thunder God's White Thunder."

"Yes, I have planted 'keys' to activate the procedure in some motions. I'm not the one who figured this out."

It was Flander, though.

Merea remembers her former days.

Flanders auxiliarily knitted these methods to carve all the English spirits' ritual rits into their bodies over a decade.

Even if I knit it it out, I don't think it's that big of a deal. Really, a little self-insinuation, something like Routine.

"But if I didn't, I couldn't have done it"

"You already seem to be doing something with a push of force."

"Well, good luck with that."

Merea smiles small and returns the words.

Of course, that wasn't cheap enough to do something about it.

With that in mind, I trained to be insane.

"Commonly used technique - the technique of Thunder God (Celester), the technique of Wind God (Van), around it, has become much easier to activate without motion. I think I'm getting used to it. Still, I'm having a hard time dealing with the middle."

"Hmm."

"Also, when I open the four gates and (tyrannize), I often manage without working. It's hard to explain with your mouth, but it makes my head suck."

"I really don't know..."

Merea tried to re-explain herself by gesturing her hand, but she couldn't figure out what to say herself and declined along the way.

"Gohon. Retake your mind. - Anyway, the" Flash of the Sword Demon (Sin-M) "earlier is something similar. The startup operation is based on the upper structure and the rest of the mind."

"Hmm."

"And then... Nori?

"What...? No, Nori......?

Against Melea, who said with her neck clenched, Elma let her neck clenched deeper.

Shortly afterwards, now Merea begins to groan with her head in her arms.

"The Swordsman won't tell me in words...! Oh, I don't even know. Oh, no!

"Oh, oh..."

"He used to say it in words just a few times, but he said something like 'slash what's in front of you' or something awesome stupid...!

"Oh, oh... you're a martial artist sometimes... that's the type..."

I also had some idea of Elma.

So I also know some of how Melea feels.

Elma let her arms drip together as she floated a grin that drew her cheeks to a sharp beauty.

"The English spirit of the martial arts system was at both extremes... The English Spirit, who kindly teaches me the theory, and the one who says, 'Look and steal because you practice'.... the latter is probably that one, I didn't even know what I was doing theoretically"

"Well, there's that aspect of martial arts... but I didn't expect to see and steal a method of slapping off a sword with a stick of wood..."

"The last person to do that was the Swordsman. Like this, they also have" places to use for slaughter "and something like" easy to slash places "for all sorts of things. -" Sword Line "and" Slash Line "? My swordsman's sister (Lynn-M) spoke for me that way, but she had her neck around her saying," I don't really know what your brother's moves are. "

"Are you identifying the strengths and weaknesses of things?"

"It didn't seem like such a big deal... 'Probably slash it over here and you can slash it' or something like that personally. Because it makes a series of motions very smooth. You don't have time to figure it out."

"That's about right...... Did you even have a special demon eye?

"No, probably nothing. Indeed, the Devil's Eye said that besides treating the surgical ceremony from the outside, it may be expressed under a change from the inside of the living body, but I don't think the Sword Demon saw anything like it. It's easy to understand if a change has appeared in the body at the end of an ability like" Flander "..."

The Sword Demon was simple in a way.

It was just simple - it was a monster.

"Experience makes you move... I dare you to say it."

"I'm in trouble for you to do that with experience. As for the learning side."

Merea sighed again before continuing.

"Anyway, somehow only a flash from the upper section could do it if it took about that long.... but there are also limits. Besides, it can't be used while moving, so it's not compatible with other procedures such as" The White Thunder of Thunder God ". Soon, I want to be able to use it properly."

"I see."

Elma nodded like she was finally good at it.

Eventually she unwraps (about) the arm she was putting together on her chest and lays a single elbow on her desk as she disfigured.

I put my jaw over my raised hand and ho breathed softly, lowering my brow butt.

"Ugh...... The greatness of our ancestors is beyond comprehension. But - Okay. I'll find out for myself the ultimate, too. I'm a man who honestly thinks it's a good idea to beg people to teach, but on the other hand, I know that some things only work if I get them by the hand of Mizumi."

"Elma's serious."

And then Merea smiled and looked at Elma.

Elma takes that straight gaze and accidentally pulls just a little jaw. Even though I was pinching my desk between them, as I rode forward with my cheek cane like this, the position of my face was closer than I thought.

"And anyway, The Swordsman is a swordsman's admirer. As for the issue, it really is the bottom line, but I still think that the Sworddemon should have been the Divine Issue. Contrary to our clan, it would be because its power as a swordsman was still more extreme than anyone else's, demonstrating so much swordsmanship, even if it was a choice of sword"

"Haha, the Sword Demon (Singh) didn't really care about the issue, but he said, 'I know what it's like to be a spirit, and then I know what it's like to choose a sword.'"

"Hmm?"

"I guess I naturally didn't focus on the sword in my lifetime to excel at" sword moves, "but if I was to cultivate" Sword Path, "he said I should have been more concerned with that partner sword itself. Maybe Singh's untrained was around it"

"Ha, if you can get that swordsman to say so, I'm sure my ancestors will be happy too. This is what happened to our Sword Emperor clan because they cared so much about their partner sword."

Elma had a complicated look, but at the end of the day, she laughed and said so.

"- Okay, okay. Russia (at best) is getting better again. If I could use as much technology with this Devil's Sword as the Devil's, I might be able to go beyond both."

"Then Elma is the Sword God."

"As a demon king, don't get alarmed. But if that's how being strong leads to being able to protect everyone, then I'm happy to go for the Sword God."

Elma said in a pleasant voice, and put a glare on the beauty.

No hindsight whatsoever, a sunny grin.

Merea looked at it and smiled again.

"Well, you interrupted. I'm going back to my room, too. Does it start tomorrow for one second?

"Right. Shaw's already moved."

"You're moving really fast, he is. Is there still gold involved?"

I don't know.

Out of the blue, maybe it's moving for another reason than money.

That's for the Demon King.

Remembering Shaw's irrevocable grin, Merea thought to herself.

"Well, okay. I'm me, and I trust him. With Salman, you'll be fine."

"It's not like Shaw can't fight at all."

"If only I had the money, I could do the battle. Don't let the smell of the golden deceased rise up,"

"Literally, it sucks."

The last time we laughed at each other, Melea dropped off Elma.