Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Noelu!!"

Melea, who smashed the black shell with a "Heavenly King's Hammer" and shattered the fragment with a "Six Wings of the Wind God", immediately called the name of the Black Scaled Land Dragon.

"Elma! Salman! Get everyone on Noel!!"

Merea glances around again as she continues to give instructions to her peers.

- They're the ones who run away all the time...!

Before I looked down from the stage on the roof, there were no more Mihai and the black magicians.

One of the factors that made it difficult to capture the appearance of the Mikhais when hearing the noise was that, above all, the people under their eyes began to move together on the occasion of the present shelling.

"It's a pirate raid!!"

Someone screams.

The audience under his eyes were convinced there that the current shelling was not a production.

"Melea! Up! It's a second shot!

And, Shaw's voice strikes Melea's ear.

There were tons of shells looming ahead of me looking up.

- I just have to shoot.

In the moment, Merea immediately opened the "Divine Gate" in addition to the "Emperor Gate", which she opened on her own because of earlier emotions.

"-" Tooth Style Thunder "

Then, a full range of surgical processing areas in the extended brain are used to unleash large surgical ceremonies toward heaven that turn the wide area into scorched earth.

In an instant, loaded white thunder mingled with the six wings of the wind, and at the same time the wind of thunder (uncertainty) spread towards the sky.

A group of shells with fans (ooh) in the thunderstorm collapses in a meltdown.

"Melea! We're all on board!

After the thunderwind struck heaven, Salman's voice now sounded.

His voice passed well, even as the screams rose from here and there.

"I'm going now!

Merea softens her dark hair and jumps off the roof.

In this situation, I gently set a landing spot on Noel's back awaiting the Lord's return, sliding myself between my friends well as I fine-tuned myself with wind wings.

"Gah."

After Noel confirms Merea's arrival, he gently knocks the shell off with his tail that has been passing between the buildings, then points his nose at Virginia's West Gate.

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At the West Gate entrance and exit, audiences were making crowds trying to quickly evacuate outside the city.

Merea, who sees the situation, gives Noel instructions in dragon language.

Noel, who received Melea's dragon language, now looked up above the West Gate.

"Ah! Hey, I'm not jumping from here."

It was Shaw who raised his voice exactly when he saw how it was going.

"Patience, Shaw. If I run normally, I'll beat up other people."

"Wouldn't it be good to open up around there if you rose the money to the side of the road!? I'm blind to the money, strawberry!

The sighs of the demon kings overlapped Shaw's suggestion.

"I can't help but admire your idea of a golden deceased by the time you're clear."

"Because! I don't want to jump!

"Mon, hey. Just be patient."

"I don't like it. Ahhh! I don't like dying before I collect the world's money. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Salman holds down Shaw's head with one hand when the noise begins.

"All right, that's good, Melea"

"Okay."

"This place is so cluttered!?"

"I'm in a hurry, idiot."

"Ahhh! Enough!! Pick it up properly if it falls!?"

"Leave it to me."

Shortly after Merea nodded.

It sounded like a grunt to the city of art.

It was a treadmill because the dragon on the ground of black scales stomped its feet, but hence its grunting, for a great leap that could be synonymous with its overwhelming physical ability.

And...

――

Dragons' jump 'through the sky.

Soon the golden moon that had risen in the sky lit up the obsidian scales with its bright light.

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- Very, the sky is close.

"Enchanter" Juliana-Ve-Rona had the feeling of being released from the bird basket at that time.

She thinks in her chest as she is supported by one (Demon King) who saved herself on the back of a ground dragon that rose to the sky in an instant.

- Much higher than then.

In the corner of the city of art, when you couldn't cross the crowd and you were in trouble.

Even then, he took himself to the high ground.

But this place is much higher than it was then.

There was a refreshment at this moment that I didn't feel when I was tying myself more than anything else, tied to a lot of things.

"We're going down!

And an unintentionally powerful voice sounds.

"The Demon King" who is now supporting my body - Melea was drawing attention as I beat her to the wind with unusual dark hair.

Juliana makes herself strong (frightened) with a feeling of kindness in that arm that is holding her body down disappointingly.

■ ■ ■ ■

I went on to see an unfamiliar language strike my ear, and shortly afterwards the ground dragon beneath my feet spread its sharp, angular wings across the ravine.

"■ ■ ■ - Land well, Noel."

"Gah."

Fu, the streets of the city of art, reflected at the edge of the sight, were very beautiful.

Red flames and sparks of inexperience flash around the north side of the city.

I couldn't help but find beauty in that night scene mixed with glory and ruin, knowing that it was the light of disaster that suddenly descended upon this artsy city.

"All right, good boy"

Eventually, the night view becomes invisible.

When I realized, the dragon was descending to the ground, along with a quiet landing tone besides my thoughts.

With the opposite hand that Merea was supporting herself, she was stroking the earthly dragon's neck.

"That little dragon, who was a jerk to jump from, started to jump a lot like that."

Right next door, a sand-haired young man with a stern face, shrugging his shoulders.

There was a bitter smile on my face that seemed somewhat mixed with fun.

"Me, alive?... Is that it? I'm alive!?"

And I can hear him go on and up from behind.

"Oh, he's alive. I'm glad you're making money again."

The sand-haired young man sighed as he looked back one way or the other.

At the end of that gaze, the blonde young man looks up to heaven with his arms wide open.

"I wish I had died."

Then came the voice of a clear woman this time.

"Ah!! The voice of an eccentric woman who is fundamentally unraveling the concept of maid from somewhere now!!"

"I wish I had died."

"Ahhh!! Instead of correcting it, you're more powerful!! - but now that evil word is strange and loving too!

The Lord of the Voice is a maid clothed woman who does not break her proper posture even in this condition.

The slicing eye was directed at the blonde, even with a chilling look.

"You seem to be doing something wrong all the time this time."

"Ha! Now I don't think I'm gonna break your heart no matter what you tell me!

"Creepy"

"Ah, the simpler seems to be tighter back!

"Wouldn't that work," raised the voice of a sand-haired young man, and the scenery finally began to move there.

"Let's get out of here for one second"

Merea stood up and gathered everyone's gaze before saying:

Soon, my hair was back to its usual snow and white color.

"Yeah, 'cause it doesn't seem like anything loco's going on here as it is. That's all right."

"Yeah. If it's Noel's foot, I'll be right up to the next town. That's where we're going to talk."

Melea's tone and atmosphere had also returned to the soft ones.

"Juliana."

Then that Merea looks back at Juliana with a grin that includes innocence.

"We're going to have another little trip, okay?

"Yeah, sure."

Juliana answered Melea's question instantly.

"I, too, have decided to go with you. - Plus, as I've said before, I'm still working out pretty good at this. Nothing like this."

"Ha, you can count on it."

Merea laughed and finally took her hands off Juliana's body.

Juliana was a little sorry for it on the inside, but she quickly changed her mind when she went on to see Melea speak to Zaras-Minairas, the "Light Demon" who also helped in this event, and his brother Alter-Minnairas.

I recognised once again that this man named Merea is an equally dear subject to all the demon kings here.

Eventually, a short distance from the city of art, we enter a small forest road.

The forest path at night was illuminated by the moonlight spilling out of the gap, creating a fantastic atmosphere.

In the middle of that woodland road, Juliana said he...

No, I'll see her again.

"Ahh."

Juliana's jewel-like, watery eyes captured a beautiful woman standing in a fancy costume worn by a clown on a single giant tree that was in the forest path.

――

She still doesn't utter a word.

The ground dragon who rides himself runs down the road at a sudden speed.

I have little time to think about it.

"Caesar!"

Juliana had raised her voice first.

A rare generation of performers I lost sight of in the doozy of that outdoor play.

Juliana was delighted to be reunited with Caesar, who thought she might not be able to see her like this.

Unexpectedly, my face is dull.

"Caesar! Together!

I knew she had a lot of circumstances, too.

Still, when I get here, I want to go with you.

I want to thank you, and I have a lot of other stories to tell.

Juliana had her honest feelings in her mouth.

……

Melea, standing next to him, also seemed to have noticed Caesar's appearance.

But there was no grin on Merea's face, which she captured at the edge of her sight, unlike herself.

And...

"Caesar! Hands!

Turns out the ground dragon slowed down.

Melea was talking about something small, so I guess she was giving that kind of instruction to the Grounddragon.

Juliana reached for Caesar as best she could.

After the move, Caesar could see that he had reached out more or less.

- Good.

I knew Caesar would follow me, too.

Yeah, I thought.

But...

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"I'm sorry, Juliana. I can't go with you."

◆ ◆ ◆

The only thing that touched Juliana's hand was the one 'letter' Caesar was offering at the tip of her hand.

Juliana's hand never felt the warmth of Caesar's hand.

"Eh."

No.

At the end of his own eyes and nose, Caesar had a grin that seemed sorry.

"Goodbye. See you somewhere"

Her voice slammed her ear small.

Ground dragons don't stop.

The clown on the tree becomes smaller.

I finally figured out how Merea looked sad.

"Merea......"

"I'm sorry, Juliana. Caesar asked me to..."

Melea lowered her brow butt looking sorry.

"Caesar still has something to do in Sisalis. So I can't go with you. -" You can't turn back here ""

"How..."

"I don't know. Neither do I. I don't know how that Caesar keeps staying inside Sisalis or anything."

Merea moved her gaze from Juliana to something else.

At the end of that gaze was that blonde man.

"Shaw seems to know the situation around here."

Melea tells Shaw.

"... well, if you really want to, I'll consider providing some information, but I'm dealing with Caesar myself."

Shaw gave it back with a serious face, turning away from the mundane appearance until just now.

"For one thing, why don't you take a look at the letter from Caesar at Miss Juliana's disposal?

And, says Shaw, pointing to Juliana at hand.

Juliana's hand had a single envelope, firmly grabbed instead of Caesar's.

Common in the Eastern Continent, in the form of letters. A wax (furrow) patterned like the one I've seen somewhere was blocking its mouth.

"Right..."

Juliana strips off that wax as she desperately pushes her sinking thoughts to the side.

In that letter, what is written?

Seemed to want to know, didn't want to know.