Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"You guys head to the harbor as originally planned. The" other side "detective must have already gotten in. I have asked His Highness to look into a separate matter."

"Ha."

"Don't make a scene though. The noise in Virginia takes a long time to put away. - Well, I'm not worried about you guys..."

"The question is, can all the rough people on the other side stay quiet in their little, beautiful outfits, right? Whatever it is, we know it."

"Oh."

"So, where is Master Mikhail?

"I have a little research to do. Let's start by going around the opera and gathering information. But if there's no harvest by the meeting time, I'll give up this time. Unfortunately, that's not the priority right now."

The art city of Virgilia North Gate.

At the corner of the city gate close to the sea, such a conversation sounded small.

Compared to the western gate with the most people in and out, the figure of the people is slightly less, but its north gate is also full of enough vibrancy.

It was a few men who looked so well in conversation.

I don't see unity in what I'm wearing.

From the side, a fellow traveler who happens to be face-to-face. Alternatively, if you estimate your identity a little higher, it feels like a fellow aristocrat in the surrounding area.

At the foot of the North Gate, supported by two thick and magnificent pillars, they wear their costumes in a wind containing salt gas that sometimes blows from the sea side.

"But naturally, if the [Queen of Enchantment] is the Demon King, then the investigation of its power and - if possible - the aim is to take it. Because if she were a demon king, she'd probably have the secret of a psycholeptic system."

"Right. Is it enchanting, or is it around the Enchanter?"

Of them casually conversing, wandered by travellers and aristocrats entering and leaving the gate, a young man with large cloaks gave a nod to the words.

"Well, it would be around that expected.... but the Enchanter was told long ago that his lineage had been interrupted. I don't have much information, either, thanks to you. It has not yet been established whether the power is due to a secret or ecologically functional formula."

"Interrupted bloodlines and sinking names mean either the secret of a child's inheritance, or a mutant species whose function has been engraved in the body from the beginning."

"Strange anticipation and challenge creates a gap when that anticipation is betrayed. Let's not let it be finalized yet. Plus, additional information might come from the country later."

"Do as I say."

"Well, I hope it is the former, if possible. Assuming it's the latter's mundane eye, there's a chance we won't be able to respond in time."

"It's over the second I'm seen. Then there's something hard."

"Anyway, I'm not going to get close at once. The first step is to gather enough information."

And finally, a young man moved out.

Take a step from the foot of the North Gate and move forward.

There was a strong wind blowing from the sea side on his lid, and he moaned the hood that the man was wearing at the depth of his eyes.

A man's face is exposed from under his nagging hood.

The man lived in exquisitely knitted golden thread-like hair.

Even a little younger still remains, a boy like face.

But in the back of his eyes, his sharp eyes flashed, like a sharp blade.

"Then do as you're told. Virgilia is a peaceful city, but once there is sword swallowing, it can be a hassle at once. We should not yet stimulate the forces of other continents. Be very careful with that."

"As you wish."

Middle-aged men, much older than him, bowed their heads small to the words of such a young man.

I saw a clear difference in power there.

But I don't see the color of dissatisfaction in middle-aged men.

After the young man wandered through the city gate first, the few remaining middle-aged men exchanged words in silence.

"Uhm. Master Mikhail was survived by that expedition and changed. I used to see weaker parts, but now I even feel a hegemony that's hard to get close to."

"That expedition would trigger it. That also had a terrible and unpleasant impact on us just listening in our own country. Mihai, who was nearby, must have been devastated."

"But the qualities were originally too much. If that personality was just not suited to stand on top, and that were to improve, no one would ever again say 'just a young man under the patronage of His Highness Celias'"

They put words on their mouths.

Then a while later, they also crept through the city gates to follow the young man.

In front of them was the city of art at dusk, which began to be somewhat demonic and lively.

◆ ◆ ◆

Merea and the others walked in the city of art guided by Caesar's guide.

A slightly suspicious retailer on the back street, from the prestigious art museum on the main street. The example painting also passed again with guidance, and then walked along other art avenues.

Merea and the others indulged in Virginia with admiration for Caesar's precise description and guidance.

Eventually, the day begins to turn reddish, and the night approaches.

At dusk, many of the people walking down the street were also somewhat conceited.

"Now, one last time - let me show you to one of the city's most enthusiastic cultural gatherings."

Second, in that case, Caesar raised his voice as he pinched a small break at a restaurant facing Central Avenue.

"Most enthusiastic?

Melea, who had a cup of tea in one hand while sitting in a loose wooden chair of artistic craftsmanship, reacts to Caesar's voice.

Snow and white hair swayed in the motion of shaking the neck.

"That's right. As a matter of fact, the daunting name" Queen of Enchantment "has recently begun to spread from the corner of the city."

The words opened the eyes of Merea and the others.

But Merea and the others can quickly pull in that surprise.

It was to avoid being distracted by something bad.

No matter who said anything, I knew too much noise could lead to trouble.

"I'm curious."

In the end, Merea took the initiative and said short.

"Isn't it?

Caesar grins with one eye closed.

Then Caesar grabbed his hand mostly in the pocket of his clown costume and took out what had been slightly messed up and showed it.

In Caesar's hand - several 'tickets' were held.

"What do you think this is?

"Ticket?"

"That's right. Actually, this is the ticket to the opera starring The Enchanted Queen, which takes place this evening. Hey, you had a hard time getting it, didn't you?

Melea soon realized what Caesar was trying to say.

"Maybe for us?

"Yeah, of course. It's on the brink of something staying in the same inn like this. I was wondering if I could invite you to the sign of your closeness."

In response to Caesar's words, Melea said,

- I don't even wish.

And it came to my mind.

Get close to the Queen of Enchantment early, on unexpected edges.

My chest rattled a little about it.

"Just..."

and Caesar's voice pierces the field again.

The next time the voice had a slightly sunken tone.

"Exactly for everyone, it didn't. Pretty popular right now. I used to rely on a handout of theater work to collect eight pieces. I mean, there's just not enough for one person."

"I see."

Finger the end of the ticket so Caesar can check the number of sheets again, then look over at the Merea's and count the number by finger.

Needless to say, look at Caesar. There are nine of us here.

So there's no mistake in missing one.

Then,

"Well, I'll wait outside"

Shaw raised his voice to the lid.

Continue further with the usual smile on its face, with a light atmosphere.

"I'm not so interested in opera this time,"

"Are you sure?

I asked Shaw as Merea grabbed her little neck.

To Merea's question, Shaw answers with grace leaning a cup of tea in one hand.

"Yeah, I'd rather have a good evening in the art city in the meantime, privately."

"Well, if Shaw says so..."

Merea said a little sorry.

Shaw laughs bitterly so as to comfort Melea like that.

"I'm not lying, am I? I didn't like the opera so much once."

"To whom?

"- Of the living, to someone I know"

"Oh. Home.... a living house. Well, is Shaw home or not?"

"Is that it? I'm starting to feel so misunderstood, aren't I? with your reaction."

In Shaw's words, there were a number of immediate voices raised by the demon kings around him.

'That's not a misunderstanding. When I hear a normal word like that from you, it just doesn't stick. "

"You still think you're a decent person? I'm sorry."

"You were born of gold, weren't you? - And from poor quality gold. Does that mean that the raw house is also in the ground?

"Oh, so Alchemy King...?

"Cilla, honey, I guess that's because it's Mariza's joke... you know, uh..."

"A golden doll made of gold! '" Golden doll!

"You can say whatever you want!? - Oh, but the last gold doll is a good phrase!!"

"I agree there..."

Melea sighed back with half a laugh at Shaw, who posed vigorously gutsy with his opposite hand as he pointed his numbing index finger at Lyna and Mina.

"Well, we'll talk about it around there, too. In the meantime, I'll be waiting in a place not so far from the theater after a short walk around the store. - Caesar, where is the theatre for that opera?

"Hmm? It's a Rave-Opera."

"Okay, in the vicinity of it"

Shaw waited for Caesar's response before turning again to Merea and saying:

"I get it. Well, I'll see you later."

Merea gives back a nod as she raises one hand to Shaw's words.

"So is it okay that everyone else will be watching the play?

Finally, Caesar told me to tempt him.

"Yeah, well, thank you very much."

Melea answers on behalf of everyone and finally takes a seat.

"Then why don't we go early before the theater gets crowded"

"That's better. Now I'll show you."

As such, the line finally decided to head to the opera theatre to meet the "Queen of Enchantment".

◆ ◆ ◆

Then Merea and the others went out in turn and stopped by the side of the alley so as not to stand in the way of people's passage.

Shaw, who finished paying, comes out at the end and comes to the Demon Kings.

So he dropped his fist over his palm like Shaw remembered something, where he had to act differently.

"Oh, excuse me. I just remembered a little rush, so I'll just borrow a little melea."

Shaw only invited Merea to say.

Merea, like the other demon kings, snapped her neck, but there was no point in daring to say no to it, so she immediately turned to Shaw.

They talked in the shadow of the building for a little while afterwards - and broke up as they were.

Elma asks Melea when she returns to her companions.

"Something important?

"No, it didn't really have anything to do with the situation over here. Like all the progress reports from the demon kings left in Startree Castle. - Oh, and a letter from Lilium. There was something I didn't know about the ritual, so he asked me to lend him my knowledge."

"I see. - Speaking of which, you had a windbird coming to that golden deceased while he was waiting for you."

"The yellow one?

"That's right. You get it, don't you?

"I saw a little when I was carrying that woman, so I thought maybe"

Speaking of which, Merea herself remembered.

"For one thing, let's focus on this one. I got my chance early on."

"Right."

Merea corrected her collar and looked forward again, trying to emulate Elma as well.

Then, once again, Caesar's guidance resumes.

The demon kings were taken by a luscious clown to the opera house.

The Meleas still don't know the big move that happens that night.