Hyaku Ma No Aruji

The next day.

When I woke up, the morning sun was coming down the window.

Given the position of the day, is it early morning?

Better than last night, I feel the hustle and bustle of the city of art is quiet.

I couldn't say it was quiet to the point of leaving one alley, but it's pretty quiet when it comes to the morning.

- I guess a lot of people fumble around at night.

Somehow, I make that prediction.

I thought it would be the same with the city's atmosphere.

Melea gently builds herself up to get up and out and goes to see if everyone else is awake.

Walk through your own door and out into the hallway.

The air in the hallway is a little chilly.

And when I rubbed my arm against it with friction, a voice followed my ear.

"Phew..., super no"

"Morning, Salman"

"Oh, Merea."

When Salman came out of the door of the next room, he was making a big yawn.

The sandy hair is a little blurred, which is exactly what just happened.

"That golden deceased, he said he was going home before the date changed, but seriously, he screwed up. 'Look! It was three seconds ago! The moment I walked through the doorway of the Thousand Years Pavilion, I said it with joy."

The sight floats easily in the back of my brain.

"Did you get anything?

"I don't know. We were talking, but I was just drinkin 'a proper drink away."

"Then why don't you ask Shaw himself?"

"Oh, do that. I'll wash my face. By the way, he's already awake, but he's been on the gold account since morning, so I think it's better after a little while. If you don't want me to hear a line of spell-like numbers."

Maybe Salman was heard.

"I don't know when he's asleep," Salman muttered as he yawned again, going down the stairs to the first floor.

It also said in the room guide that there was a water supply station on the ground floor, so I guess I headed there.

"Even so, I have nothing to do with it."

I don't mind going outside, but the women's room isn't open yet.

You can't even open it without permission.

With that in mind, Melea also decided to follow Salman's back to the water station.

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Upon arrival at the water supply station, there were already non-Salman tourists there.

Caesar.

It is that luscious clown.

The outfit is quiet compared to last night.

The glittering outfit has been removed, and he is wearing a small, beautiful shirt and vest with a somewhat aristocratic feel, as well as tight half pants.

I have black tights underneath my half pants and I can't see my bare feet.

But there was a feminine beauty at the foot of the idle, yet supple.

- Is it for sale that a thing called a clown is neutral?

The culture around it in the city of art is still unknown to Melea, but looking at this man named Caesar makes the gender difference blurry.

And around it, Caesar, who was washing his face in front of the sink at the water station, raised his face.

"Oh, isn't that Melea? Good morning."

Caesar raised his face and finally realized Merea's presence, and spoke to Merea as clear water tilted her dripping (dripping) face diagonally.

To prevent water droplets from spilling on your clothes, sap out the cloth that was caught between your legs (as well) and continue underneath your chin.

"Haha, that's a bit of a bad time. I'm not wearing makeup right now, so I'm gonna show you something ugly."

"It's sarcastic humility."

It's ugly.

This is outrageous.

Caesar, who took his makeup off, is a beautiful man, no matter how anyone sees it.

- Beautiful men, rather than beautiful boys, maybe.

Merea corrected inside.

"'Cause don't you hate being an arrogant clown?

Caesar laughed as she draped the long, gradient hair dyed in several colors together beside its face.

The most prominent color is golden like ground hair, but as we head to the tip of the hair, it is reddish and we can also see purple colors along the way.

"I guess that's what it is"

"Is Melea the first art city?

"Yeah, well, that's why you don't know what art is all about,"

"Haha, you can't ask for common sense in art. Because a lot of people are crazy. Attraction often flies in a direction I don't understand."

Caesar told Melea as he wiped his face with a cloth.

Melea gets a thoughtful look in response to Caesar's words as she gets her back on the water station wall.

"Is that kind of Caesar exciting for an art city after all? to the city of art and to the very art in this city."

"Well, anyway. Because I have to occasionally talk to the public to please the audience. Since. I'm really looking into the epidemic."

"Well, if I had time, would you hang out with me?

"Huh?"

Melea pulled in a thoughtful look at some point and instead, she had a flashing look of something.

Your eyes are so glittering that you accidentally twitch Caesar.

"You can be a clown, or a petty money earner who skipped that position, so I'd be happy to show you around the city of art. Of course, I'll pay you what you deserve."

Caesar, who received Merea's words, for just a few seconds, hardened as if time had stopped, but after that he began to raise his voice and laugh.

"Haha, haha! Melea feels comfortable with that golden deceased. What a surprise."

"Shaw?"

"Yes, yes."

Said Caesar, sagging the cloth that was soaking his face, holding it aside.

"Actually, that's what that golden deceased asked me to do yesterday." Show him the city of art, "he said. - Well, I didn't actually say it that badly."

Melea, having received the word, laughed as troubled.

"Shaw is really quick with his hands. There's too little waste in the movement to scare me."

"Absolutely. - So, I have a little work in the theater in the morning, so I can't show you around, but I'm free from afternoon to night, so I'll show you Melea and the others to the city of art after noon bells."

"Really? That would help."

Melea smiles with a glare.

To an innocent grin like that boy, Caesar spilled words out of his mouth.

"I've been thinking about it since yesterday, but really, I don't think it's the man who scared Mr. Larvas that far... looking at Melea now"

"Hmm? Larbus?

"Oh, no, we're talking here.... Well, it's time for me to get back to work. It takes a lot of makeup."

"You've seen that, too."

"Stop it, I'm just embarrassed."

With such a bitter smile, Caesar walked out of the water station through next to Merea.

"Buha!

At that point, Salman gives you a face from the sink.

"I thought I was going to die"

"Why?"

"No, because you guys are talking about something. I thought if I showed my face here, I'd stop talking."

"You care too much about weird places,"

"I'm aware."

Melea laughed bitterly again when she saw Salman breathing roughly as she dripped water from her forehead.

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All the Demon Kings took a look around the city of art that morning.

That's why Merea suggested we do it before we make a full move.

After they all woke up, they were briefly disciplined and rolled out to the city of art.

"Candy!" "Candy!

"What? What? Why are you guys so keen on your sense of smell for candy?

"Candy is the crystal of human wisdom......!" "It is...!

"You exaggerate too much...... Where else did you learn to say that..."

"A sample of yesterday's compliments to customers." "Pepper was talking."

"Stop tapping into business methods on young girls!

"Hey, stick around. These kids are so pathetic that their noble ladies are on their knees that if you learn a lot from them now, you won't have any trouble feeding them - you're a nanny, you've shown your heart."

"... is that true? Have you thought about using these guys as sellers?

- I didn't think about it. - Hey.

"What the hell...!!"

He crossed Central Avenue early enough that he came by yesterday and was walking two more streets back.

It's a street called "as painted."

"Hey there, lady, could you let me draw one?"

And one magnificent man walked over to Merea, who walked in unison.

Apparently, the magnificent man is one of the few 'painters' as this painting shows.

A white canvas held aside and a belt with painting tools turned around the waist attract Merea's gaze exactly.

This painting street was also the way these painters looked for models, as well as the street where many paintings they called masterpieces were decorated.

"Which lady is it?

Melea first answered the query of the magnificent painter with her neck clenched.

There are a few women here, even if they say you are a lady in a word. - Around one of them is wearing heavy armor.

"This is the maid of honor."

Then, the magnificent painter turned a gentle gaze towards Marisa.

"Am I?

Mariza inquires slightly round her eyes, not to mention that she did not anticipate the painter's choice.

"That's right. I've never seen that costume look better than you."

"Huh!"

- Ha, this painter is a good killer.

Merea laughed in her heart unexpectedly.

The painters are also getting used to asking for models, poking precisely at the person's delightful words.

This would be somewhat of a merchant skill.

Somewhere similar, even against the ultimate of merchants who can sometimes be taught by Shaw.

Anyway, on this occasion, special, the compliments will be immensely powerful with regard to her.

And when Melea was impressed in her chest, that's how Mariza, who asked the painter to model her, looked up to Melea to peek at her.

The usual chilling atmosphere remains, but not surprisingly.

It is in the hands of a painter who exquisitely inspired her dream of striving for the perfect maid that basically leads Marisa so far astray, who is chilling against an outside human being.

"Isn't that nice?

"I won't let you have time for that, please, let me draw you a brush"

The magnificent painter has also asked again with sincerity on his face.

Then, as Marisa finally observed,

"... Me, if that's what Lady Melea says"

And I said it with a soot face.

"Thank you. Biggest thanks to your husband for his generous permission."

The painter turns to Melea this time with a delightful face.

Merea reacted slightly late to the words hanging loosely.

- Oh, you mean my husband.

"What?" "Oh, my God."

Next door the twins are jumping for fun as they recite the word.

Merea finally recognized the painter's words clearly and put her head on like she was in trouble.

"Don't be confused yet when an outside person tells you toward different sides"

"Get used to it. Because you are my master."

Mariza, going to sit in a chair guided by the painter, looked soaked up and said to Melea with a slightly twisted voice.

In the words, again, Melea has a troubled face.

But only the women noticed that Marisa, who spinned the words that way, was loosening her cheeks without turning around.

"Mariza, you look happy"

"Right, right. I'm sure you were glad that someone else recognized Merea-kun's maid?

Siladis rang out from within his helmet, and Eyes answered with a grin.

"How troublesome of a woman not to show that loose face to her husband."

"Embarrassing -" "Detachment -!

The voice of Elma sighing with her arms together and the twins circling as she came around that Elma sounded small at the end.