Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Mihai-Langelique is a former demon king.

Once picked up by Celias-Blood-Mouseg at an early age, he was an undisputed (Demon King) until he became his squire.

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And the ancestors of Mihai - the first generation of the Sword King - were also once known as the Heroes, as were the Flanders.

In other words, Mihai is a descendant of those 'transitional' heroes.

"... don't do it with me. I'm not like you. [M] And not like my foolish ancestors."

But Mihai wasn't happy to be a descendant of that transitional hero.

Mikhail took his ancestors...

"I hate my blood."

I resented him.

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"- Right."

Melea took Mihai's word for it, without even being particularly surprised, just once, she nodded.

"It does not necessarily necessarily mean that the thoughts of parents and children will always be the same. People are only individuals. Differences in thinking will naturally arise"

"Don't say anything unusual, demon god. General theory is repulsive."

"I think so myself. But you'll have to say that. And now you seem to be."

To Melea, who tells Mikhail that, there was no way to be bad. Flat, pale, just stick to the facts. I naturally can't see it there, such as the shaking of my heart.

"... I resent my irresponsible ancestors for failing to comply with the demands of the state during that 'transition period'. If you had the strength, you should have taken responsibility until the end. That's all a powerful man is obliged to do. The world is so confused now because those transitional heroes have abandoned it"

Mihai, who opposed him, told him so, somewhat rapping.

"If I didn't like the duty of the powerful, I wish I hadn't raised my name to the Demon King Crusade from the beginning"

At some point Mihai had summoned the black surgical sword again and held it in his hands one at a time.

"I don't know what made you think that way."

And, Melea answers Mihai's words again.

"So I don't agree or disagree cheaply with your way of thinking about heroes"

After Merea said so, she lay down her gaze slightly and looked into Mikhail's eyes again after it was slightly there.

"Still, there are things I can say with certainty in this situation. Even if you are the descendant of a former hero, or have been called Demon King by some other country until now, as long as you turn your sword to us at your will -"

Merea was lowering her brow butt just a little at that time.

A look of sadness for something, slightly, appeared on his face. Still, the expression disappeared somewhere in an instant.

- I knew you were our enemy.

Merea is not unconditionally tolerant.

Zaras-Minairas and Mikhai-Langelique were decidedly different.

This man named Mikhai-Langelique subscribes to Mooseg's philosophy at his will. I'm not hostile to the Demon King in a way that forces me into the situation.

"I want to save the Demon King, but I also don't think it should be done until I ignore the demon's beastskin, the Demon King himself"

As soon as you ignore people, that's what you're going to be swept into words.

So Merea had no sympathy for Mihai.

And likewise Mihai,

"Naturally. If you throw up paranoia here about saving me, I'm gonna throw up."

I didn't have any hair, such as Merea's intention to take the hand she reached out to.

Mikhail frowns in disgust and tells Melea.

"You are relics of the past to spit on. In the first place, heroes and demon kings have been the cause of strain for many generations."

Mikhail takes a step forward as he wraps around the black sword in his right hand.

"I don't need so much outstanding talent. Now that the Evil Demon King has been wiped out, it's better that the heroic talents of the past don't exist."

A second step was taken, when two more black swords were summoned over Mihai's head and stagnated on the spot.

"Then you should lose the power you're using right now."

"That's right. I'll give up this power if I have to."

Mihai nods without getting her hair in between.

"But it's realistically impossible to erase everything at once. So as a next point, I think we should gather scattered power in one place. Once the champion is alone, the world will be stable."

"Is that what Mooseg thinks?"

"No, it's my idea."

Mikhail shook his head and took a third step.

"To be honest, I still don't know everything His Highness thinks either. I haven't been told what he wants at the end of the day."

"Yet you follow Celias."

"Sometimes I get it. Just so I know now, I can put my life on the line for His Highness."

"Probably, you too. There are a lot of people in this age, including me."

Unexpectedly, Merea laughed small.

"So after all, you need to stay down here. If I put you behind me, I don't know what I'm gonna do."

Then, Melea hit him in the hand again.

"Let's end this, Mihai-Langelique. It's getting noisy around me."

Moment after moment, the wind blew around Merea.

That was somewhat different in quality from the wind generated by the "Six Wings of the Wind God".

"The Wrath of the Tyrannosaurus."

And the demon god spins the name of the tyrant god.

"-" Two Gates Unsealed. "

That day, Merea-Mere's hair dyed black.

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"Is that, possibly, Melea, really serious?

Looking up at the city gate west of Virginia, it was the Golden Deceased who said it with a slightly bouncing voice.

"No, it doesn't seem to be entirely serious. My hair does turn black, but I feel the air is more important than when I opened all four gates. If Lady Merea had opened all four gates, her spine would freeze even at this distance. - Well, it doesn't seem like we're doing anything about it."

"Hmm."

Golden Deceased - It was Marisa the "Tyrannical Emperor" who answered the voice of Shaw-Jules Sherwood, the "Alchemist".

The two of them were just running down the street towards the city gate west of Virginia, where the Merea and the others were, with Zaras-Minairas and his brother, Alter-Minailas.

"I can see the light of his magic so much that I don't like it even when I'm so far away. What happens when you get serious?"

Running side-by-side down the street, Zaras accidentally raised his voice as if he had been frightened.

"Right, plainly put -"

Shaw gives a thoughtful look as he runs, puts down a beat and then says.

"If you look directly at the spermatozoa with your demonic eye that allows you to visually see it, you might get too dazzled and close your eyes"

"Ha ha, it's not funny. It's a joke"

Zaras had a dry laugh.

"Well, anyway. I could only see for a moment, but I'm pretty sure Merea's hair was turning black. That's a pretty serious signal, so we need to hurry."

That's what Shaw said to speed up the run.

Then,

"Oh. - Hey, you're just in time."

A familiar voice and familiar wind man jumps from the side of the street where the Shaws were running.

"Oh, goodbye." "Goodbye!

The man's shoulder was ridden by little girls dressed similarly familiar.

"Oh, ladies and gentlemen, welcome"

Shaw sees them, turns his eyes slightly round, and then immediately smiles a pranky smile.

"I'd love to have you on Sal-kun's shoulder, too. I'm getting a little tired."

"You gotta be kidding me a little more."

He was the twin of Salman, the Fist Emperor, and the Water King, the Ice King. They were escorting Eyes, and they joined the Shaws as they ran for the West Gate.

"What about Miss Eyes?

"Don't worry. I'm right here."

After being questioned by Shaw, Salman points back.

Following that urging. As Shaw peers into the sidewalk,

"Wow... that's a pretty awesome sight to see from the side too..."

There was an armored figure running wildly toward us.

"I don't think anyone would believe me to say that it's actually a beautiful woman in there"

"Maybe."

"Beast God" Siladis. She was riding a silver-eyed girl on her shoulder as she gently ran down the street sounding gacha gacha while putting together heavy armor.

"Miss Eyes seems to be as gall as ever. I wouldn't be able to sit in that place with that spare face..."

Eyes is on Siladis' shoulder with a look that even looks fun.

"Oh, Shaw, yeah"

"Hey, Miss Eyes. Now, I haven't been away for a long time, but I think it's been a while."

"Heh heh, yeah,"

Eyes stays on Siladis' shoulder and finally catches up with the Shaws.

"What are we going to do?

And Eyes went on to ask Shaw.

"Right......, for one thing, I'll rendezvous with Miss Juliana, who would be ahead"

Said Shaw, fingering his temples.

"I'm also concerned about the noise of shelling from as much north as I just did. To be honest, I don't really want to stay in Virginia. We're just like an expedition, so I want to avoid getting into any more bizarre fights here"

"Well, you are. There's not enough people, not enough preparation, to meet directly from the front."

Salman exhaled in a sigh.

"Just being able to save Miss Zaras and Miss Juliana here is too much achievement. We should get out of here quickly before Mooseg does something strange."

I hear your legs are already on the west gate.

Salman recalls the sight of a black scaled earth dragon just falling around the West Gate. Even from a distance, Noel's giant body was well seen.

"Well, let's just rendezvous and retreat. Museg is attracted to Merea. Right now."

"Yes. Shall we hurry first?"

And the demon kings run out the streets again.

I am concerned about the shelling noise in the north, but the current situation seemed unnecessarily hasty.

Nor does Merea seem to need to worry more strongly than she used the abilities of the Tyranny God.

You won't be swayed inside by anything any more.

There was a glimmer of relief in the hearts of the demon kings at this time, even as they tightened their minds.

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Eventually, they reached the west gate of Virginia and joined the Julianas safely.

All that remains is for Merea to push over the Mooseg forces and get on Noel and dive through the city gates.

The demon kings looked up at the rooftops of the building where Merea and Mihai were intertwined with each other in relief.

There they are.

I saw Merea furious.

――

The demon kings know.

Melea, who is usually rarely angry, can be helpless and intense for two main reasons.

Firstly, when they inflict harm on their peers.

Secondly, for another reason.

But even when I first came to this city of art (Virginia), Melea was angry for a second reason.

At this time, the demon kings were somehow finding the reason for Merea's fury in the same way as it did at that time.

The demon kings breathlessly observed the furious Merea and realized that their gaze was focused on a certain point.

Merea's gaze is not right for Mikhai-Langelique, who was crawling in front of her.

Merea was looking under her eyes.

"What the..."

Salman narrows his eyes and looks at the gap in the audience under his eyes.

And there, I found two shadows emitting an unusual atmosphere.

One is a long skinny man with roughly long silver hair. It entails a creepy atmosphere.

And the other...

"..." Thunder God (Celester-Barca)? "

Salman had seen a thinly contoured man standing there in a book with the story of a hero.