Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Nevertheless, speaking of Merea, they are not unconditionally salvific against the Demon King.

Merea naturally had long thought about the possibility that the evil demon king was actually reappearing in this day and age, or had been unknown and disputed from the beginning.

Potential vices are for everyone.

If they say what virtue is in the first place, Melea doesn't know the clear criteria either. That's philosophy.

But Melea is Melea, who puts all of her responsibility for that choice on her values.

So, there was fear, of course, with regard to the fact that I might make a mistake too, but I still didn't mean to stop for that fear.

When you make a mistake, all that responsibility comes to you.

That's how I held my beliefs back by using myself as collateral.

Therefore, Merea would undoubtedly have been hostile to its demon king if it had been vicious to her.

There is an ideal and rationality in Merea because you know The Grief of a Hundred English Spirits.

- But this, no.

But all this time, such values were also bewildered.

My sister-in-law in front of me (today) is terribly exquisite, standing on the boundaries of Merea's rationality - I can't 'judge' whether I should reach out somehow, or whether I should give up on this occasion.

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"Sister! Run away! This guy is after my sister too!!"

To Alter's cry, Merea returned to me all the time.

Alter puts a surgical machine gun in his numb hand again, pointing a gun at Melea somehow. My arms were still trembling.

Even in that state, Melea felt something resembling herself in Alter, desperately pointing the gun at her. That's close to intimacy.

But Merea's face had a flashing (soggy) look. He looked like he was exhausted in a flash.

"It's okay, Alter. Maybe this guy won't take me away.... This is the first time I've actually seen it. You're probably the dumb one."

In contrast, his sister Zaras-Minairas had pointed a bitter smile at Melea with her eyebrow butt down.

She flies to Merea with a lot of mercy, as if she had seen through all of Merea's glitter.

"I know. Because I eavesdropped on the executives of Sisalis. Even so, it would be more accurate to talk about rumors or jokes.... 'It seems that there are people who have covered themselves with demon kings in a recent moozeg-related battle near the centre of the eastern continent'. Whatever it was, Mooseg helped the whole thing with all the demon kings he was chasing to gather his usual power."

That was exactly about Merea.

"Oh, and, Lemuse? Well, actually, I don't know if someone in that mystery was leading it, or Lemuse was leading it, but, you know, he said it was going to be funny. No, from Sisalis, isn't that funny? Damn, it's pretty hard to talk about people's stories without mixing your own subjectivity."

Zaras said, looking troublesome.

"Anyway, maybe the one who does that is like you"

Merea did not answer the words of Zaras. For a moment, if you know the story, you said you were the one who did it, and you also tried to convince Zaras, but the word didn't come out right away. - There was a reason.

And the next word of Zaras took the form of why.

"But such absurdity, you just can't believe it. We're the Demon King, aren't we? That could be Mooseg's ruse to destroy all the demon kings that have been told such sweet stories."

Melea had also predicted Zaras' claim with a head that turned too far.

Merea could not, to Zaras' words, fly a reply of denial.

Her words were so straightforward, and so sad...

"I'm trying to believe you at all... didn't you think"

"Oh, I don't think so"

More importantly, Merea...

I was angry at myself for being powerless.

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It's the power of words.

Same as that called the Demon King.

Merea and the rest of the demon kings still didn't have enough - "fame".

"If I had actually seen the scene, I might have believed it, too. So, if I was nearby, I might have yelled, 'We need your help, too'. - But I haven't seen it. I can't tell you what people are saying or what they're saying.... I'm going to tell you, as you expected, I'm the Demon King. They call me the Light Demon. By the way, did you know?

"... I didn't know that."

"Right."

Zaras gives a slightly rounded look and a surprised look, but showed no further reaction.

"Then I'll teach you a reward for spotting me as the Demon King. I have no power to fight. I wasn't talented. But I have power as a Light Demon.... Me, I have a 'circuit' in my body. A special surgical circuit."

Zaras continued as he opened his arms and was in the position of exposing his body from the mistletoe.

"The smart one said," Converting light into spermatozoa with conversion efficiency to abnormal "circuit. So," Light Demon. "- Haha, that's a cheap name. But it's really easy to understand. Because it's easy to understand, information settles on people's heads easily. Look at that shit."

A pulseless evil leaking from his mouth embodied the wrath neither of Zarath's gains nor of his being told.

"But well, that's it. Even though he can't usually use a surgical ceremony, he can only use surgical elements. And well, because of his physique, which is too affectionate for such a spermatozoa, his left eye mutated to give him a good view of a person's spermatozoa.... that's about it. It's not a big deal, is it? It's a demon sign, and it's like this. - I thought so, too."

So Zaras drops his shoulder deliberately.

"But the 'times' I was born in were bad"

Predictions had also sprouted on Merea in those days. As it stands, Merea's gaze flows towards nature and the operating machine that Alter holds in his hand.

Zaras noticed the motion of his gaze and said with a small laugh.

"After all, you're a good guess. Yes, the machine."

With the words that came out with her mouth on, Melea is good at it.

"I don't know about the machine industry, but it's been flourishing these days. I'm an idiot, so I don't know how hard it is, but, well, if I do, I only have sperm. My body seems to be a lot more convenient to use the machine. The guy I sniffed from somewhere about the body I inherited because of this fucking blood muscle came after me some years ago."

"... so"

"I ran away. Their eyes, they're super blind."

Then, when Alter heard her sniffle, Merea turned her gaze to you again.

"Oh, my brother's a crybaby. And then it's stupid. Actually, he doesn't have a circuit as a Light Demon. There's a reason, but I'm not gonna tell you because I don't want to. Anyway, he's an idiot - he can't follow me. I wish I could go anywhere on my own."

"No. Yikes! Your sister has to be happy!!"

"Look, I don't know what to say. When I talk, I rely too much on my own arguments."

Zaras laughed with his nose and shrugged his shoulders exaggerated.

"But well, that stupid brother had the talent to fight unlike me. And I'm a crybaby, but I have guts. So my brother always fights instead of me. To protect me."

Zarus turned around and looked at Alter with a merciful (whenever) look.

"This time too. If it were just me, I probably wouldn't have gotten the deal in shape this way."

"Sisalis is..."

Melea finally opens her mouth.

Zaras was still a good guess.

"Yes, it's a better 'dealer'. He gave me a deal on better terms than the other guys he came after. So it's nothing. I'm not thankful for Sisalism or anything, but when I go outside, it's gonna be trouble again, so this is how they use it. Of course, if there are any other better conditions, I'll replace it with a saddle."

It was the reasonableness of the demon king to be pursued.

"Then..."

"But I don't trust you easily either. Sisalis is a big country. If you're going to change the saddle from there, I want the right rationale. Do you see for yourself the name of a nation on the same level or an event that makes you think you can counter something like that"

Zaras continued and sighed.

"So if you were someone of the rumors that you covered the Demon King, I wouldn't follow you. Sure, you're a tough guy to take Alter by the balls."

Say.

"Still, it doesn't prove you can beat the nation."

Merea couldn't say back to the word.

I couldn't figure out how I could make them trust me.

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"Alter, I'm leaving."

Second, Zaras told Alter.

"What!?"

Alter shows great surprise when he says his sister's words don't fall to his heart.

"So, but these people are coming after Juliana..."

"Yeah, but can you really do it and beat him?

"... I probably can't"

"Then it doesn't mean we've had each other. I bought time for once, but for this minute, another one is being sent to the white man in charge of Juliana. There's nothing we can do about this."

Zaras said as he threw his hands out.

"But keep it up with the guys up there..."

"Well, there's still a way like betting, so I'll plant the seeds for it. If there's nothing we can do about it, it means we didn't have any luck."

Then, unexpectedly, Zaras looked at Merea again.

"Hey, you with white hair. Actually, we're supposed to be punished for not being able to escort Juliana. I'll leave the content to my imagination - well, Alter says that I'm not a hindrance to my abilities, even if it hurts me a little. So, if you're a rumored idiot who's ideally placed to help a really weak demon king, I'm glad you care a little about us."

Zarath was a woman who was good at that awful, psychological plot, saying herself, 'Because she's an idiot'.

Her words had become invisible and rough hands, clutching Merea's heart upside down.

"So, if you care about us, it would help if you 'put Juliana back' in that building again."

"Such absurdity..."

"Oh, normally, it's pretty ridiculous. But maybe you do. Besides, I know Juliana's character. I don't think so."

Leaving a profound word, Zaras finally returned his heel.

Alter rushes after her and the two disappear into the building.

Merea looked at those two backs, motionless, just from behind.

"We might have screamed for help, too."

That word of hers was piercing Merea's leg like a wedge.

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"Melea!"

Eventually, a voice comes from the side of the alley. It was Salman's voice.

Salman, who would have hurried, rushes to Melea, who stood quietly (softly), and peeks into his face.

"Melea, I told Marisa on the way that Juliana had secured it. I think it's time to come."

"... oh"

To Salman's words, Merea returned her voice heavily.

Then, less than a few minutes later, multiple footsteps follow Salman's words from his back side.

Melea was inside at that time, hoping that time would stop.

"- Merea,?

Such a melea ear was followed by a voice with a pleasant sway.

It's the voice of the enchanting queen - Juliana-Ve-Rona.

Melea, who was called out, did not turn her away.

"What if? What can I do for you?

Juliana's voice comes around to the side.

Melea can't give her face yet.

If I saw her face, 'No because she could have saved it,' I would have given up.

At this time, in Melea, there was a certain stray and a glitch.

"Um, are you feeling any worse?

"Oh, no,... nothing. Is Juliana hurt?

"Yes, thanks to you"

"Well......, good"

I wholeheartedly agree.

Yet - because my heart doesn't clear.

……

- Don't. Don't think.

For a moment there was an idea in Merea that made me want to scold myself.

But Merea quickly drives it out of her head.

- Now, that's good. Juliana was saved. You saved the demon king who reached out from the other side.

Then that's it.

Don't think of anything extra.

"Mr. Melea? - Could it also be something you'd like to ask me?

But the words inadvertently spinned gently by Juliana shook Merea's heart hard.

Juliana's words were as if Merea had spotted everything inside of it, even though she had said nothing. Or on his face, maybe he was out.

"... Juliana"

And her words had held Merea back.

Merea couldn't stop herself from opening her mouth.

"I might do you a very cruel favor from now on."

……

Juliana listened to Melea and left for just a few moments.

After that, slowly, in a calm voice, she says.

"Is that what you heard on the clock tower, to do with your beliefs?

"... oh"

"Okay, let's hear it. - Earlier, I asked you to take me. You seem to be saving me."

"That's not a lot"

Melea remained nagging and told him to squeeze it out.

"No, actually, I've already, twice, had you save me. So now, on this occasion, I'm going to give it back."

After that voice, Merea was cheeked by someone.

The comforting warmth of its hands slowly lifts Merea's face, finally facing the front.

That's how Melea raised her gaze before Juliana stood, smiling.

"Go ahead, say it. At the end of the day, I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you save me."

"Huh..."

Juliana's kindness, for Melea at this time, was gratifying and at the same time a factor that aroused her impudence.