Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Lilium? - Long time no see, how have you been?

Merea spoke with a grin to the girl who appeared from across the big door.

She seemed a little tired after a long time, but in the eyes she seemed to have the same red glow as before.

……

As Lilium stepped in between his eyes, he walked out to Merea slightly early.

Having seen how it goes, Merea somehow predicts that she will be angry.

"The first voice is not that."

Finally Lilium, who had walked up to Merea's sight, said to Merea with his face all the way closer.

A neat eyebrow is so sharply connected.

"... now?

Melea says slightly with her neck tied, shuddering like a frightened puppy.

Ts, and sweat flowed beside his face.

- Welcome back, Melea.

Glad it fits.

Melea breathes, hovering from the bottom of her heart at Lilium's answer.

"Still, is something wrong? I was thinking about going back to Startree Castle."

"Kind of."

Lilium answers appropriately, looking slightly around.

"Well, sit down, Ausbalt."

and Harsim, who was attracting a near-field chair between now, left that chair next to Merea and nodded Lillium.

"Thanks, Cood."

"It's about you and Celias calling me that right now."

"You suddenly call me Ausbalt, so it fits."

"Kind things."

Harsim laughs bitterly.

"Is that it? Do we both know each other?

"I didn't realize it at first. - We've only been learning this together for a little while."

"What? Really?

"That's right. This guy was pretty good. Well, we didn't interfere as much as we did because we didn't have a lot of Iaus enrollment time after we had each other."

As Harsim shrugged her shoulders, Lillium swelled her cheeks in a grumpy manner.

"That is now king and demon king. Life doesn't make sense."

"Totally."

Apparently, the two of them remembered an old acquaintance while Merea was gone.

Whatever the unexpected connection, Melea thought it didn't even feel so bad to find that kind of thing now.

"So, what are you doing here? I couldn't bear to see Merea, and she came this way?

"You don't have to say that because you suck at light mouths, too, Melea. I'm here for you."

Lilium said as she picked her eyebrows and then turned her red eyes to Merea.

"You guys are back from the east gate of Lemuse, aren't you?

"Am I right? Didn't Salman and the others tell you?

"No, I heard that."

"... hmm?

I can't really grasp the story.

Melea slapped her neck again.

"... didn't you see the Servis?

"Servis? I haven't seen it."

Melea reminds me of the boy's face with cream-colored hair.

The boy with the "King of Arts" issue.

He is a particularly healthy boy among the three children who often admire himself.

"They took Lara and Cult to the East Gate some time ago. Probably picking you up."

……

"I think the cult spirits told me your signs. Because it sounds like the spirits like you too."

By then, Merea's face had already turned into something dangerous.

"It's impossible that there was a cult and I didn't get to you. I'm not excited about the Spirit either, because it's true that it's real and gives the cult some of its strange abilities."

Those three children are the first twenty-two demon kings gathered at Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

Over the course of a long journey, they have seen one scale of their power many times.

"Harsim, that's it for today. I could use it."

"-Okay."

Second, Merea stood up with a rugged look on her face.

Without a glance at Harsim, he walks straight to the door between the glances.

Its stride is much wider than it usually is when walking.

"Lilium, I'm going to the East Gate, but what do we do?"

"Of course I'm coming, too. Other idiots looked tired, so here I am."

"Right, thanks. But don't leave me alone."

That's what Melea said, pushing the door between glances.

The door opens with a momentum that is not commensurate with its light motion, in a gently pressing motion.

A Remusse soldier at the door number standing outside gave a surprised look.

"Melea!"

Then Harsim's voice flies as he walks out of sight.

"- If anything happens, say it immediately."

"Oh."

Finally, Merea and Lilium disappear across the door.

The rest of Harsim looked a little worried and looked out at the star tree in the outer garden.

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"Is everyone there, except the Servis?

Merea said as she walked through the great hall of the Royal Castle of Lemuse sufficiently early after leaving between the sights.

"Yeah, I let them know Melea's coming home today, so they're all at the castle - no, you didn't have a golden deceased"

"Shaw."

Lilium, who pursues him in a position that almost drives behind him, returns him with a little breath.

"Even if something happened, Shaw would leave some 'marks'. You don't get hit for free."

"I don't like the word" free. "

Through the main entrance of the royal castle, he went out into the alley of the table, where the light of day descended brightly.

The circular streets of Lemuse are bustling with people because it is noon.

The smell of fragrant food had also drifted from the area.

It's the East Gate.

Merea looks around from the entrance to the royal castle before turning to her toes to the east.

"Lilium, hands."

"Huh?"

That's how I tried to walk out again, and Merea reached for Lilium.

Lilium reads deeply for a moment the meaning offered her hand, but soon, she derives a sober answer.

"Right. If they do something in this crowd, I might not be able to handle it."

"If anything happens to Lilium, I won't be able to stay decent."

"That's a big problem. But it's not even decent. You only get so excited because you want to avoid it from so many different perspectives."

Lilium says as she takes Merea's hand.

"Well, let's go. By the way, it wasn't decided that something was still going on. Don't think too much about it."

"I know. - Thank you."

Even though he seemed to remain calm, it was clear to Lilium's eyes that the fruit was not calm in Merea's chest.

So Lilium hangs her words gently, as she teaches her impatient brother.

I didn't think that would be a peace of mind addition to his heart, but I couldn't help but do so.

Then the two begin to take the circular streets of Lemuse eastward.

It wasn't until less than a minute after that that that Merea felt discord with her beast-stained five senses.

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- Eh.

Walking with your left hand pulling Lilium's hand for dozens of seconds.

Merea was walking down the street conscious of not placing people on her left.

Along the way.

From the right side the pressure is hard to describe in words - I feel like a killer.

But it was, in all likelihood, subtle killing.

"Huh!"

Shortly afterwards, Merea felt her vision 'got' for a moment.

Like when I closed my eyes, Pa, my vision seemed all dark -.

- No, he definitely had it.

That's an irreconcilable discord that you can't sense in an ordinary person.

But there was certainty in Melea.

Merea is very satirical about the feeling that her body can be hung by a 'surgical ceremony'.

The acumen of the senses, of course, is a gift of the training of the English spirits.

"Lilium, we'll walk at the same speed."

"Hmm? I don't mind..."

"And don't leave my left side. Get closer if you can."

"What?"

Merea pulls her hand to attract Lilium's body.

I used the momentum to stick it perfectly to my left side, apologizing internally to her for the surprise.

"Ah, hey, ah..."

"A little patience."

"Beh, I don't mind... but I still feel too close -"

- I'm here.

Melea speaks with certainty, approaching Lilium, whose face is turning bright red.

Merea kept her right hand hanging free and kept walking at a constant pace.

――

Lilium didn't notice.

The red-haired boy, who came from before the diagonal, had a pleasant grin at a different moment on the right side of Merea.

And...

To the fact that Merea's right hand was stretching into the boy's pocket at such a rate that no one could sense it.

Two misguided people as if nothing had happened.

But after we made a few steps towards each other after we slipped away - the look on the face of the red-haired boy distorts in a grumpy way.

And that face,

"I'm on my mind now. Be prepared to respond."

Shot out by the red glance of the turned Merea, this time warped belligerently.

- Answer me, what are you doing here?

A large grain of sweat erupting from the boy's forehead and his belligerent expression were realizing his conflicting chest at that time.