Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Servis, malice is in the way."

"What? It's sudden."

"Malice towards the Mereas."

Believing in the words of the "Spirit Emperor" cult, the three of Servis, Lara and Cult, who were headed to the Eastern Gate of Lemuse to welcome Merea's return, stopped to the disturbing voice raised by that cult again.

Are you kidding me?

"No way. I am more honest than anyone in the Spirit's warnings. I don't use their warnings for jokes when this is the case."

"Spirit again..."

Servis replies with a scratch of cream-colored hair to the words the cult said as he twisted his melting robe.

"... damn, I can't even ignore it because it always hits me hard to find a basis"

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

The cult never tries to force Servis to correct his opinion.

Servis and Lara always feel that the appearance of the Demon King is hidden there.

Or maybe I've been caught up in some sort of grudge because I've spoken these prophetic words.

……

But that's not why Servis believed the cult's words unconditionally.

I don't even ignore it unconditionally. I don't unconditionally affirm it either.

Neither grudges nor 'pity' are necessary there.

Now all we need is:

"Me and you are equal."

"- Yeah."

"So it's up to me, too, to decide whether or not to believe your words"

"Yeah."

After seeing the cult nod, Servis breathed heavily.

And say.

"- Let's go, cult. Guide me. If there's malice coming to Lady Merea, it's our job to hunt for that malice beforehand."

"... thanks, Servis"

"I didn't do enough to be thanked. I don't have any other information, so I just thought I'd better believe in your potential now."

"Haha, your words are as honest as spirits and I like them."

Lara (Yang Gods) put her arms together and sighed at the aftermath of Servis and Cult, who said so and ran out.

"Oh, you're so close to saying that, those two"

Lara also followed the two men running shoulder-to-shoulder with a light foothold.

◆ ◆ ◆

Merea and the others were finally stepping into the realm of the Kingdom of Lemuse through the forest road southeast of Lemuse.

"Well, you're going to be busy again from here on out"

"Right."

The eastern gate of Lemuse looks small in the distance.

Salman said, keeping the gates of that country in sight, arguably home.

"Thanks to your flashy performances in Virginia, our name would have spread for better or worse"

"Yeah."

It is Merea who answers Salman's question.

Merea knew exactly what Salman meant by 'good or bad'.

"Which would be the first one to come"

The Demon King of our time, who was just abandoned, or used by the state, and who thought he could not exchange anything on his own, is about to join forces in a corner of the eastern continent.

It's also moving aggressively, trying to do something big, not just getting together to protect itself.

If you are fast minded, you may see this as a trigger for a change of time.

If we think of Lemuse and the Mooseg rebellion of the Three Kingdoms on top of each other, that view is strengthened more so.

"Don't think I'm a 'troublemaker'. Anyone who thinks about using someone else is sensitive to the smell of bait."

Salman said.

"I think so, too. - But if we're a hope for the other demon kings, there's plenty of chance we'll roll over to the better. For the demon kings who want to grab straw, if we can be as straw."

Merea replied with a bitter smile.

Then some time later, the demon kings approach so close that the national gate of Lemuse is clearly visible.

Taking Noel straight into the country could make a scene. It is also known to the people of Lemuse that Merea and the earth dragons are already acting together, but not at all acceptable.

And it came to pass, that Merea and his men unloaded their luggage from Noel, lest they give the people of Lemuse unnecessary labor.

We go down from the horse and put our bags on the back and flank of the horse for that matter.

Furthermore, we ourselves were to carry our luggage, pull the horse's reins, and walk to the National Gate of Lemuse.

Before such Merea, unwelcome visitors came after approaching the National Gate of Lemuse by a distance of more than a dozen minutes.

◆ ◆ ◆

The first time I noticed an unwelcome visitor was Eyes.

"Eh, melea, kun"

At the same time as that voice, Melea realizes it too.

Melea turned right as she rocked her snow and white hair.

"Oh, I noticed, Eyes. - You got Salman's prediction."

Melea sees the distance with her red eyes.

A group of about a hundred people on a black horse were coming this way with a 'weapon' in one hand.

- There's nobody around but us, right?

The group is not going to the National Gate of Lemuse, but is approaching this way in a heartbeat.

I checked to see if there was anyone else around, but there was no sign of a wildling coveted pedestrian carrying large baggage around here either.

"Noel, you can go home now. You'll be tired."

"Huh?"

Second, Merea smiled at Noel.

Noel against said, "Are you sure?" But I keep putting my neck around it.

"I'm fine. With you, they freak out."

"Merea, you look bad."

Then Elma came from the side and said sighingly.

"You, what are you doing?

"A little."

Melea turns to Elma and smiles again.

"I recognize that bunch of black horses. - Of the information Harsim gave us as an armed group in the vicinity, there was a bandit group called the Black Bell Brigade.

"- Oh, the Black Bell Brigade.... Speaking of which, I've heard of you too. I hear it's a fast getaway group."

"It's not the same as the recording ceremony pictures that Hershem's secret services have taken."

"But what are we gonna do?

Elma asked frankly.

"I'm going to sell my thanks to Harsim."

Merea puts it before her.

Then,

"You've decided!! You're going to get all those black horses!! Hey, Melea!!"

A shout of chau comes from behind.

Shaw was looking at the Black Bell Brigade in the distance looking excited. Gold stained eyes are shining.

"I'm taking it, you'll be ready to take it! The Black Bell Brigade is only a few, but that black horse they ride around is very good quality. Approaching at once, robbing luggage at once, leaving freshly. It's those quality black horses that support that quick robbery. - So let's get that!

"You're not a thief anymore."

Salman snapped from side to side.

"I know what Shaw said, but, well, that's the place for policy. They're depriving Lemuse of a lot of resources. To ease the hearts and minds of the pedestrians who are coming to Remuse-"

Merea took a beat and saw the group of black horses again, and said:

"Let's hit him a little bit."

There was a break in between.

Until I came back to Lemuse from Virginia, I was able to enjoy everyday life without struggle.

Now, we're still walking in the middle of a big battlefield.

"We're not saints."

The demon kings do not make peace lightly.

I have not lived a warm reality enough to make world peace without manoeuvre.

Though we must not abandon our will for peace like that at any time.

"The more you keep your mouth shut without getting hit, the less we're a nice bunch."

In the eyes of the demon kings, the flames reign.

It's not about the unlucky travellers being attacked by hundreds of opposition parties.

It was like one big monster, trying to hunt the prey that jumped into my nostalgia.