Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"People can be so dense..."

"Every time, I feel the same way."

Before the Rave Opera House. Merea was in the theater in the corner of Opera Street, also known as Rave-Opera.

After such a small break, Merea and the others headed to the theater early, but the proximity of Rave-Opera was flooded with people just because it had nothing to do with that.

"Let's keep our hands together so we don't slip away."

Needless to say Merea, the Demon Kings were holding each other's arms and hands so that they could stay out of it.

Especially since it's dangerous to be in the short Lyna and Mina, walking straight on the ground, Lyna was on Salman's shoulder and Mina was on Merea's shoulder.

All this time, Salman couldn't even complain about one thing.

"Be prepared because this place will be like a battlefield by the widows seeking free seats at the same time as the opening"

At the beginning of such a line, Caesar was crowded with familiar hands.

"Especially today, it's the most season. I'm getting a little nervous that I'm gonna make it through."

Even Caesar, who is used to it, apparently had a special day.

Still, Caesar gradually progresses to the theatre entrance, eventually reaching in front of the door.

"Hmmm..., hey, but I wonder if this place is dangerous here..."

When Caesar gets to the front of the door, he now gives one loud voice.

Then I looked back and saw what was going on around me.

"Wow..."

Caesar's sight reflected the faces of entertainers waiting to open now or now with an impatient look.

Look at them, Caesar looks at them like he's sick of them.

"... I can't help it, let's use a slightly sloppy means. - Melea."

"Hmm?"

Caesar then turned to Merea, who had Mina on her shoulder, and spoke.

Merea bounces the pressure from the crowd waves around her with unimaginable toughness from its smooth shape (become), but her expression is somewhat stiff.

Perhaps you are worried about other demon kings, not yourself.

"I can't predict today's congestion because it's my mess, so I'll use a special method. It would be helpful if you could keep your mouth shut to the others."

While Caesar sweated on his forehead, he grinned with plain lightness. Close one eye and wink at Melea.

Merea deduced from that word and expression Caesar's chest,

"Of course, as much as I appreciate you just taking my ticket, so if Caesar says so, I'll protect that properly. I think we all know that."

I gave it back with a grin as well.

"Okay, then follow me."

That said, Caesar begins to trigger the crowd again.

Slowly, Merea and the others followed Caesar with great care underfoot to avoid falling.

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As I followed Caesar, the waves of people gradually calmed down.

And finally - the waves of people stop completely.

The places I followed were:

"It's actually a back door for actors to use."

It was an alley on the back facing Rave-Opera.

It passed through some narrow alleys from a wide range of surface streets with its original entrance, ahead of it through a maze-like path that entered.

That dim alley was also a facade that I didn't think was a very, but fantastic, hallway facing the opera.

"Here?"

Not much leopard weird with the front street, Melea asks with her neck tied.

"That's right. Popular actors and stuff can get messed up when there are fans waiting to come out on the street. That's why there's a back door in a place that can't be seen."

So at the tip of Caesar's finger, there was a wall.

A dull red brick wall.

Other than that, there's nothing weird about it.

"Look."

But when Caesar bashed in one of its bricks, that brick slipped to the other side, along with the dull rubbing sound.

After the sound of falling unconstitutionally sounded, Caesar stuck his hand in the place where the brick fell out and wandered inside with a somewhat ingenious look.

- There it is.

Before long, Caesar brightened his papa's expression and pulled something with his hand sticking into the other side.

At the same time, from the other side of the wall again gacon, and sounded,

"Melea, push it."

As Caesar pulled out his hand, he urged Melea to push the wall.

Merea follows the word with wonder and gently pushes the brick wall.

Then,

"Oh, it's open!

The wall was pushed into the other side, with the powder of brick dropped from the friction part, but with considerable smoothness. It was as if the door would open.

And just enough concealed doors for one person to pass or not to pass, appeared there.

"There are a few other things like this. I use a lot of different things. Rave-Opera, in particular, is a little rusty now, but it has flourished a long time ago. A lot of this stuff is made, though a little old thanks to it. For the famous actors who were performing here at the time."

"Heh!"

Merea was intrigued by the hidden doors, making those eyes shine more than usual.

The other demon kings, who saw the shimmering glow of their eyes, smiled bitterly and smiled at each of them, "Is it the same again?"

But they were them, and they seemed surprised not least by how this hidden door worked.

"So you can use this back door specially today. But when the place finds out, it's gonna be a lot of trouble, so just keep your mouth shut, okay?

And Caesar told me to plead with both hands together. Long, gradient hair shakes to match body movements.

"Of course. I'm sorry you had to take care of me."

In contrast, Melea replied with a smile.

"A sign of proximity. I'm me, and I'm glad to see the Mereas. You guys seem to have all kinds of possibilities that I don't have, which makes me feel like I'm having some strange fun."

"Possibility?

Hearing Caesar's far-fetched expression, Merea turned around as she was about to creep through the back door.

"Ahaha, I guess the expression has gone a little too far. Well, the next time I can slow down again, I'll tell you more."

But Caesar waved his hands in front of his chest, "It's nothing," teasing his own words.

While Melea put her neck around Caesar's condition, she decided to grope around the back entrance for good because Caesar didn't seem to want her to step in any further.

Then the other demon kings kept creeping through the back door.

"- Ah, Siladis, be careful. It's not very wide, so I think I'm gonna hit my head."

After a while, Melea's voice echoes from the middle.

Just then, Siladis in a helmet (armet) on his full body armor was about to creep through the back door.

"Ah... it was late, it seems"

cancer, and a dull but flashy sound was ringing on the spot.

Eyes standing behind Siladis informs Melea with a surprised look when he sees Siladis, who had his head poked at the top frame of the door as much as he wanted in front of him.

"I will try to be more aware of it sooner..."

"Notice for yourself..."

From the inside of the door, the voices of Melea and Salman were echoing.

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After everyone crept through the back door, waiting for Caesar to close that hidden door again, the line moved on.

Walk through a dim passage, passing a room stacked with props for the theatre, and finally reach a spacious place.

It was a theater.

"Is this the theater?"

Merea puts her gaze through the space.

Wide.

The ceiling was higher than anything else.

The audience is spread fan-shaped around a stage with a flashy curtain hanging over it.

It ascends into a staircase, and climbs to a certain height, which now leads to the upper floor seat.

You are somewhat more luxurious than the seats below. The upper floor seats, set high like balconies, were also like group seats for multiple people, with small round desks.

"This is it, and I always think it's just like a piece of art."

"I think it's a mistake, too."

Caesar looked over the sight just like Merea did.

The place where Merea and the others stood was at the middle right end of the theater, with a good view of the stage and the upper floor seats.

"Ma, the upper seats are closed today."

"It is."

"Yeah, a little translation. - So the Merea's seat is somewhere in this staircase seat. It's all free seating today, so you can sit anywhere."

All seats are vacant now. Naturally, it's probably because it hasn't opened yet.

"But if you're here from the beginning, other guests will be suspicious, so wait for me to sit down a little longer. Opening now comes the entertainment hungry deceased. Secure your seats so we can get across the waves."

Said Caesar as he spread his arms with his acting trick.

"That's a lot of difficulty, huh?

"What a prick. It's a lot better when compared to the covert business of our time."

"Ha, not at all."

Melea smiled back and now looked at her people.

When Merea turns her gaze, the Demon Kings return a nod to each of them.

Watching as he did so, Caesar smiled slightly on his face,

"Well, I have a job at the theater."

I said again with a thank you.

"Oh, really?"

Melea was a little surprised by the sudden words because she thought Caesar was going to be watching the play with her.

But I immediately said with a convincing look on my face.

"- Yeah, well, then I can't help it. Okay, I get it. See you later."

"Yeah, I'll see you later. - Now, ladies and gentlemen, relax and enjoy the stage tonight."

Finally, Caesar said to the meleas in a respectful tone, making sure to keep his mouth shut to show a streamlined bowl of grace.

And turn back your heels.

One, two steps and a clown walked away from the Merea's.

Then, unexpectedly, a voice hung from behind such a caesar.

"Caesar! Let me hear you talk about the 'possibilities' just now!

That was Merea's voice.

Caesar heard the voice, but did not turn around.

Instead, raise one hand over your shoulder and let it look flickering.

That's how Caesar responded to Merea's voice before finally disappearing behind the stage side door.

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"I've talked too much, but you look terrible, Melea. I think I know a little bit why that golden deceased admires you.... If really, 'if I can see you again', then we'll talk. - Promise."

In the corner behind the scenes, the profound words of a clown who didn't turn around were pounding.

The words did not reach anyone, but were annihilated by the hustle and bustle of the spectators echoing from the outside - unknown.