Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Captain Arkham! There's a dragon!

"Ugh! You'll see!

Blackbell Brigade Leader, Arkham-Strauss, was honestly bewildered when he saw his seemingly distant prey.

Land Dragon (Railnote). King of the terrestrial biological world.

This is the first time I've seen the real thing, but when I was lurking in Lemuse, I've heard rumors that Mooseg might be capturing ground dragons.

- Seriously, did the Demon King mess with you?

In addition, rumors were recently heard that the demon kings that Remusse had drawn in had likewise drawn ground dragons.

Arkham still doesn't trust the very rumor that a bunch of demon kings have come to Lemuse as much as he does.

It was just a little before that time when I was lurking in Lemuse, so I never actually saw the demon kings.

"But the smell of gold stinks from them."

Years of investigation. From the luggage carried by that group of ten or so people, I smell gold.

"Ah! Captain! The ground dragon..."

Arkham also noticed the anomaly when he heard his men's voices all over the sound of a black horse's hoof.

- Ah? Why is the dragon so good for you?

On the contrary, now the ground dragon rushed away with a bare gesture as if he hadn't intended this one.

This is not the way to go. In the opposite direction.

"Did you escape!

- No way...

I don't think so, but I can't really explain the departure of this dragon.

- No... it's a good opportunity.

Maybe the Black Horse army put me under barometric pressure. The dragon was also an ordinary creature.

Around it, Chillin, and a black iron bell on his hip struck his ear.

- Don't sound disgusting today.

The name of the Black Bell Brigade came from the black bell worn on its belt.

Something bad happens when you hear this bell a lot.

Initially I didn't have any particular emotions, but after a few events I started putting on the amulet.

But Arkham doesn't really like this jinx on his own.

- I don't like it, but I can't throw it away.

I've just been helped by a bell, it's extra heavy. Looks like a curse.

If there was such an inner patrol and I was not sure if I would follow the sound of that bell at all, I would have approached a group of prey at some point.

- No, today is the day to throw this bell away.

With that in mind, Arkham looked forward.

Even the sound of the same black iron bell that my men admire and wear about themselves was unpleasantly loud today.

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- Beautiful bell sound.

Melea was comfortable with the sound of the bell honking her ears as she captured a hundred black horses in her sight.

Meanwhile, Merea's body is already in a combat position.

- Until I came back from Virgilia to Lemuse, a lot 'deepened'.

Even in everyday life without struggle, I never forgot about struggle.

Until now, I had not been able to think more slowly about the procedure I had inherited.

War against Museg. Running to the new system since coming to Lemuse. Learning the information you need.

I also had some understanding of the procedure working with Lilium and other demon kings, but the fact that there was a lot to do around it was also a restless state for Melea.

- It was just a good little pause for me to be clumsy.

On the way home from Virginia, there was limited we could do. So Merea concentrated on a review of the surgical rituals she had learned from the English spirits and her own research.

- The more I know, the more I'm going to be heartbroken by everyone's ability.

Merea remembers them with a bitter smile.

I've always been just kidding around with "Wind God (Van)".

I laughed happier than anyone when I met the ceremony, though it was very tough during the ceremonial training.

The magnificent statues of the Earth God (Clear) and the Flaming God (Flame) are also remembered.

"But even I don't like to lose."

I have fought with the English spirits.

It's a simple battle.

- If I can use all the English spirits' manners, I win.

Their win if they can't use it.

The truth was that they were going to make that decision of battle while they were alive, but they went as fast as they could think.

So maybe it was Merea's loss at that point.

But...

- Let's start with you, Van.

Merea is still going to do that revenge.

- You just have to watch it in "Heavenly Sea of Souls". Sooner or later, when I go that way, I'm gonna beat you right in front of me.

The demon kings grew in the city of art.

Especially, Eyes and Elma have a point of peeling.

But they're not the only ones who've grown anything.

Melea also left little room for growth in terms of nodding.

"Black Wind (Notos Eurus)"

Melea is already at the apex at the moment.

For the demon kings who make the struggle their livelihood, Merea was the height they aspired to.

So they don't see Merea's 'space further up'.

"Bite it down -"

Therefore Merea had to eventually ascend to its heights in her own hands, even with advice from around her.

- But I don't hate this stuff.

Being able to get a real sense that you can still rise high is a happy thing.

The Black Bell Brigade is approaching the Meleas.

In the meantime.

On the hand that Merea put up in heaven,

"The Black Dragon of St. Berceus, Ladarud St. Berceus."

An elephant 'dragon' appeared in the black wind.

It used to be a technique and two melons used by a man called Fengjin when he destroyed a country in a certain battle.

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For Arkham-Strauss, the five seconds since then felt roughly long.

He looked back three times before the black dragon wax approached the present.

- I...

The horse on which Arkham was riding brakes in surprise at the sudden emergence of the Black Dragon.

Arkham's body lagged forward and fell to the ground as he spun.

I feel the pain. When I give him a face shortly, a black storm hits him in the face. - It's the wind that carries death.

- I... die here.

My vision stained black at the same time my instincts gave me the answer.

Strength falls out of the body.

Instinct gave up living.

"Eh."

Meditate your eyes.

- But the pain doesn't come.

The suspicious Arkham looked up slightly, supporting his fallen body with the force of his own will.

"What, so..."

A black dragon twisted his snake-like body and was ascending to heaven.

Probably at the end of his eyes and nose, he changed his flight trajectory.

Eventually the black dragon pierced the cloud and disappeared into the sun.

…………

Arkham didn't immediately understand why he was alive.

"Greed has destroyed you."

Then, this time, I heard voices from the side.

Conditional When you slip your gaze in a reflective motion, there's a woman poking a sword at her neck at some point.

She's a beautiful woman with dark hair.

"There will be no gunless robbery after this."

But the stand-up was far from just a woman. - "Unlike ourselves," the dwelling of those who make the battle their livelihood. Arkham felt it in an instant.

"Iron Cannon......"

In an attempt to escape the black bell curse, indeed, there may have been more gunless theft these days.

"Measure the power of your opponent. We're gonna die early that way. Especially when you step on the battlefield."

"I don't hate going into battle."

"Right. After all, all you do is steal."

……

The Black Bell Brigade does not carry out the killing.

Not to be licked by other bandits, so much roughness that they didn't actually just take their lives.

"What you're saying is evil. It's not something I'd be proud of in any case."

"Exactly. But compared to those who don't have any other character shards, it's pretty good."

When I realized, the members of the group who had been thrown out of the horse in the same way behind me had been grabbed by this woman's companions and thinkers at the root.

There is a clear difference in the number of people.

But the members couldn't move.

- That's him...

One, obviously, has a different level of presence.

A man with white hair and a vulgar appearance.

- He's the one who shot the black dragon earlier.

The grey-haired man stood in the middle of the crew groaning as he rolled onto the ground.

Just standing.

Yet the members cannot move a single step.

The feeling of inability to move was well understood by Arkham as well.

"Even if we move together now, I guess he can crack it down on his own."

"That's surprising. Do you have eyes to the extent of discerning it? - I know that, and why did you prey on us?"

"It's because of the black bell"

……

I can't be more specific.

I can't even tell you that my mouth was ripped open trying to escape the black bell curse and dare to carry out a gunless steal. There is no pride without it.

"Fair enough. Anyway, you will be our captors. [M] The King of Lemuse will want to see you."

"It seems true that the king of Lemuse has changed."

"What do you mean?

"Recently, Lemuse's level of security has increased unusually. Besides, the previous foolish king wouldn't have even tried to catch us. Because we were" good dealers "to the previous kings. I don't want to tie you up."

"... you were rotten to make, that king. - Well, in fact, it's our discretion when it comes to captivity, but it's true that the king has changed."

Hearing that far, Arkham drew strength from his body.

"Enough, we lose. Do as you please. We have no more will to defy you."

Arkham fell all the way back and looked up at the sky.

"It's tidal time. Throw away the black bell today. - Damn, if this were happening, I'd throw it away sooner."

Arkham said, with a fuzzy look on his face.