Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Because of that, you can't get me out of here this time. I would have let you go right after the regular rally."

"I know they're after you."

It had already been about three days since that commotion. Juliana, along with Zaras and Alter, is still in the lair of the Sisalis faithful.

A room in an underground, maze-like facility. Because it is a basement without windows, or paintings carefully reminiscent of the view outside, were placed on the walls of the room, but instead those cares were depressing to the three of us today.

"Do you think this is what the Sisalis people hung up on?

Zaras had regained a lot of vitality compared to three days ago.

I look at Juliana with her dewy right eye as she hides her left eye with her forehead.

Juliana was Juliana, slightly less familiar than she was three days ago, but still had enough beauty in her body.

"What do you think? I don't think they care that much."

Juliana answers Zarath's question as she puts her neck small.

It wasn't like I was otherwise angry or sad, it was like I was purely wondering.

"Is that true, too? I wonder, then, if the first person who created this basement hung it."

"Perhaps."

Juliana answers Zarath's blurry words again.

Then, this time, Alter, who was stuck at his desk and bellying loudly, pinched his mouth with a pitiful voice.

"Sister, I'm hungry."

"Patience, silly brother"

Zaras says just fine.

"But..."

Alter turns his neck to the right and to the left with his head stuck against the desk and presses his forehead against the desk.

"We're almost there. Sooner or later, I guess - they say 'do it' again. The neo-Sisalis have a big greed, the opposite of the old. Even if you know you're in some danger, it doesn't mean you're done just once."

said Zaras.

"... one more time."

Alter gives that word a fed up look. On the other hand, I was a little surprised inside that my sister did not use unusual and clear language. Maybe that area is a sign of guilt towards Juliana.

Either way, 'do it' would mean 'performing' in the example.

Alter remembers what happened during the play the other day.

The audience lost consciousness once, fascinated by Juliana's "Enchanted Demon's Eye".

After that, if nothing, it was a calculation to put on them a Scytheris indoctrination ceremony, but we don't know what actually happened because we went outside as Juliana's escort before we saw it. Nor has he been asked again about the exciting aftermath because he is close to outsiders.

- But if you had that gray-haired guy, it wouldn't have worked.

There was a slight time difference between when we went outside and remembering the feeling that we were being chased.

Something likely happened at the theater in the meantime. I guess those audiences are safe. Vague predictions.

"Still, an indoctrination ceremony is a terrible substitute when you think about it again."

Alter said.

I didn't actually have that name explicitly in the procedure, but if I dare say so, I'll have to call it that.

Alter was disgusted with that surgical ceremony.

"Really, it's the opposite of old Sisalis. Of course, I'm not saying aggressive indoctrination is bad, but when you get here, it's not indoctrination, it's brainwashing."

"Sisalis isn't as linear as Mooseg, because what he's been doing lately isn't so different from them."

Zaras answered Alter's voice.

Then continue.

"No, in this case, Mooseg is more of an exception. It's unusual to think of it as a 'nation' to do something like that directly in front of you, dignified, 'give me the power'. It's a common old-fashioned story when an ancient evil demon king wields power all by himself, and it's easy to believe, except when it comes to doing it on a national basis."

"Perhaps."

To Zarath's words, now Juliana nodded.

"I had the impression that the state would prey on the surroundings in a more shady and humid way so as to tease them, but in this case, I feel that the Sisalist nation is more in line with that image, I am."

Zaras said so by making sure there was no one in this room but his brother and Juliana.

"Anyway, Sisalis wants a lot of power, too. I don't know what it's for. I don't know what the Pope or the Archbishop thinks."

Zaras shrugs his shoulders.

"Maybe I was doing it to protect myself at first - but it ended up somewhere, leaning toward power for aggression. … a common story."

"Because power is magic."

"It's kind of grumpy when it comes to charming demons."

"You're the Demon King, too, aren't you?

"... oh, yeah"

Zaras had answered Juliana's question honestly.

Maybe they had been informed by the followers of Sisalis, but they never talked about it face to face.

"So I get it. I don't know directly because I can't handle the power of living in my own body, but if you look at the face or the eyes of the one who comes after me, you know how demonic power is."

Either way, it no longer seemed to make sense to hide it.

"... why are you in Sisalis?"

Second, Zaras asked Juliana.

Now, empathy is budding as the demon king of similar circumstances.

That's why I almost knew the answer to return, but as a clear word, I wanted to know why from her.

"Because they chased me. I didn't have the courage to wave away the hand I was reached out in that despair without the power to fight. Even if you know it's dark."

"... you're the same"

Not exactly the same.

But the logic is the same.

"I had Alter."

Zaras sends his gaze to Alter, who is stuck on his desk and is no longer moving. Alter was asleep in that position if he noticed.

"It's the clever one," Zaras smiles bitterly and looks at Juliana again.

"This guy's hanging out on such a harsh road to keep me out of this alone. Stupid, but he's my straight brother.... Hopefully, I didn't want you to follow me. No, I wanted you to follow me, but - I knew I didn't want you to follow me."

To that contradictory word, Juliana returned a nod. I knew exactly what she was trying to say.

"This guy is my blood-connected brother, but the truth is - he's half. Different kind of thing. My ability as a Light Demon has been inherited from my father's side. Somewhere your ancestor Sama cursed this blood, and it came from his father's side."

"- Curse."

"I don't know. It's just like a curse."

"Right. I think so too."

Juliana was also the owner of a similar ability to Zaras, the "Light Demon".

It was born incorporated into the body - an innate force, not the force of a surgical ceremony or anything else inherited from the acquired.

It also seems to me that this kind of method may have flourished in some time when we think of the common denominator in which surgical ceremonies are inscribed in parts of each other's bodies.

Maybe each other's ancestors lived in the same era.

- There's no way to be sure.

Thinking about it a little forcefully makes me wonder and intimacy.

So, to keep it that way now, Juliana thought to herself.

"Anyway, my brother, he doesn't inherit such cursed blood. Well, this guy's a crybaby, but he's got quite a lot of talent. I'm clever with my hands, and I'm not bad with my job."

Zaras watched Alter with tender eyes.

"This guy had a lot of paths.... No, there's more. So if you can, sooner rather than later..."

And when Zarath said that much, the leg of the chair where Alter was sitting broke a blur, and Alter fell to the floor as he rubbed his face straight to his desk.

"Huh! Ouch!! - What!? What!? Oh, my face hurts!! Eh!?"

"Haha, haha, you, you really don't have any luck, Alter"

"What are you laughing at, sister! Wow, you're wearing out this chair! I should have noticed sooner! I felt good sleeping because of you!

Alter rubs his face and sees a chair fallen with himself with a face that is still about to cry.

And I immediately started hitting the chair and complaining.

See how it goes, Zaras and Juliana laugh together.

The conversation between the two until just now broke off with nature there.

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Then, dozens of minutes went by.

The three waited for action from outside the room, overlapping appropriate chatter.

Then, after a few more minutes, the movement finally occurs.

"Juliana, get out"

Gigi, and the door of the poorly erected room opened, and a man appeared dressed in white from beyond.

"Okay.... is this your next gig?

"No."

……

Juliana unwittingly puts her neck to the answer she returns. A question mark appeared over her head.

But Juliana decides to follow quietly because she showed her tricks to get out early because the man in the white costume says it's troublesome.

In front of the door, Juliana looked back inside the room and said her once goodbye to Zaras and Alter.

"See you later"

"Oh."

"Be careful, Juliana"

Alter, who Zaras had returned briefly and at some point had become casual with Juliana, also returned words that cared for her.

And Juliana is taken to a white outfit.

In the room, Zaras and Alter remained.

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And then, how much longer?

"It's noisy out there."

Zaras accidentally whispered his ear away.

From the outside, I think I heard a screaming noise.

"Aren't you even offering in prayer? to the altered God of Sisalis."

With that said, he largely walked over to the door so Alter could respond to his sister's doubts.

Put your ear against the door and pick up the sound outside.

"Hmm..."

But I'm not sure.

I do find the sound complicated, but it's unclear.

"I was just told not to open the door, but maybe a little bit."

That's what the white outfit that came to pick up Juliana said when she left.

I accidentally snapped my neck, but we can't say "no" to it because of our weak position. I nodded first, and that place flushed.

"Softly..."

But as things stand, I'm concerned about the outside.

Alter slowly turned the door handle and pushed the door in so as not to make as much noise as possible.

Gigi, and the murmuring sound rang again, but it was much smaller.

Alter then sneaks half his face out the door and does his gaze into the dim passage.

That, right after.

Alter immediately looked back and turned his agitated floating face to his sister.

"- Sister! 'Done'!!"

Not immediately knowing what Alter was talking about, Zaras lifted his hips slightly and headed outside the door. It's quicker to see for yourself.

Run over and see.

Both sides of the hallway were blocked by massive sacs.

It's as if we're going to lock him up so he can't get out of here.

The earthen sac is piled up to the ceiling in the hallway.

From the other side of that earthbag, I could hear the sound of a run.

The sound was unclear because of this.

"What is this......!

It is not yet clear what that means.

However, the situation was easy to detect.

"- I'm getting away, Alter! Get your stuff!

I don't know what it is, but I don't feel good about this trapped situation.

Zaras told Alter, once in the room he himself weaved his jacket.

Plus, I'm looking around for tools to see if there's anything I can't use to push that piled ear sac out.

There was something like a grasping stick to use on the door, and I grabbed it with one hand.

Alter already has a machine gun in both hands.

Alter, get ready.

Zaras tried to tell Alter, who had gone back outside the door earlier - the next moment a loud crushing noise rang down the hallway, stomping its voice.

"Alter!"

Thinking of something, Zaras tries to get close to Alter.

"No, sister. - Back off."

But Alter was controlling it with one hand.

Alter looked like he had one eye on the hallway side and found something.

Once again, a bursting sound sounds from the hallway side as Zaras begins to confuse himself with the mysterious things that come one after the other.

――

Mixed with that bursting sound, I felt like I heard someone.

Then Alter turns the muzzle of the surgical machine gun to the back of the hallway, one or two steps back.

Alter was being stabbed by someone, 'The Cut of the Sword'.

Eventually, altar crept down to the interior of the room, and the figure of the one who is finally poking that sword is also reflected in the sight of Zaras.

He said he was being fired at by Alter, but he walked on without any hesitation.

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"Sisalis is also an out-of-the-box coward. Don't you dare turn the Light Devil on me in order not to give him the Enchanter?"

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He lived in a demonic blonde hair, he was a young man.

"More importantly, I don't like this way either. Your Royal Highness will look down on you."

The man, dressed in a black coat, gave the boy a unique and innocent beauty, but with a mellow sword that was far from his face.

- Mooseg's, country color.

Zaras thinks of it at once, and soon afterwards finds exactly that Mooseg crest embroidered on the chest of his cloak.

Around there, a man said.

"My name is Mihai-Langelique. A member of the military of the Mooseg kingdom. And that's my assignment."

Mikhail looked at Zaras and gave him a thin grin.

"Taking Zaras-Minairas, the Demon King with the" Light Demon ""

Mikhais, the purpose of the Museg forces coming to the City of Arts is not to take the [Enchanter] Juliana-Ve-Rona from the beginning.

"The Enchanter is here. Well, it seems that Sisalis realized it and just took away only the Enchanter. - I mean, you were dumped by the owner. No one will take refuge in you anymore. So come to Mooseg. Now we'll protect you."

It was only for those who took the "Light Demon" Zaras-Minairas.