Hyaku Ma No Aruji

- It's not a funny joke.

"King of Thieves" Kleilut did not immediately understand the reality in front of him.

"- Have you solved it? The ability to steal senses doesn't seem to last very long."

Kleilut's relentlessly running knife to his neck had been stopped perfectly by Melea's thumb and index finger.

……

There would have been a safer way to stop the knife.

With no sight, no hearing, it is exactly fitting to call it divine work that you stopped picking a knife wielded with all your might.

But Kleilut cannot help but be afraid of another part of Merea.

"You're crazy. - I exposed the steeple on purpose."

Maybe this guy is crazy.

Kleilut frankly thought so.

"I've seen a lot of dangerous junkies (thrill junkies) because I've lived quite a bit in the back-run world, too, but I've never seen one like you."

"Even I spare my life. You can't die here for a reason. So even if I fail, I'm taking a way that won't kill me."

"With this? Haha, that's a really funny joke"

Kleilut considers his next hand, making sure the knife he tries to pull out doesn't even freak out.

Perhaps this knife is no longer in use.

Even if I pull out all my strength, I won't be able to take the knife back from this demon god.

"If this were to happen, you would have come with him. Head-on battles don't suit my sexuality."

Kleilut takes three big steps back with that said.

Then, in a casual motion, he opened his hand again towards Melea and immediately closed it so as to hold something in.

That, right after.

――

Shake your head in motion as if to avoid the arrow Merea flew in.

"No way......"

The invincible grin that Kleilut was having broke down slightly for a moment.

"Have you avoided my procedure now?

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That was a 'change' that even Merea herself did not anticipate.

No, there wasn't even enough certainty in Merea to call that a drastic change.

- I see it, I see it.

Kleilut's Secret Ceremony.

Raw Hate and this time again the reflexive inversion technique in Merea has not been activated.

If I had more knowledge, or it might be possible to decipher and disassemble a particular secret technique, it would not have worked either at this point.

But.

Still, Merea saw.

Something like a purple translucent hand stretched out of the secret ceremony carved into Kleilut's palm.

At first there was no color or shape.

So three times I was deprived of my senses.

- Why, I saw it.

Merea doesn't understand the changes that are happening to herself.

I knew that my body could easily be optimized for various obstacles in the outside world by the "Drivers of Dragon God (Karel-Noosa)," but I feel that this change is something else.

- My eyes are hot.

Melea felt a fever in her left eye.

Rub your hands around your left eye.

"Ahh."

On the back of his hand, a golden tear was attached.

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"Aisha."

"Yes."

"Did it look like there was a change in Merea's eyes?

"... no. At least not from what I've seen."

"Right. It was in my eyes."

After Merea and the others had departed from the sight, Harsim spilled his words as he sat on the throne.

Answering such Hersim's voice is Aisha, a samurai costume standing next to the throne. Red copper hair is spotless, and just like Marisa, standing neat is not something that can be imitated by ordinary people.

"Do you really have the eyes of the White Emperor?"

Then Aisha frowned and asked Harsim.

"I don't know. I don't know all that."

Harsim answered with his arm on the elbow of the throne and with his cheek cane.

Attitude is what I care about, but its eyes look far away and not a single thread is disturbed.

He also seemed to be concentrating on the thoughts in himself.

"Given Leilas-Riff-Remusee's character, both are conceivable. Like the other English spirits, they may have incorporated their most distinctive powers into Melea, or they may not have dared to factor into Melea."

"What was the" Devil's Eye of the White Emperor "to see in the first place? Given that 'inscription', is it still the future?"

Aisha tells him to snap.

Harsim answered after putting a few moments in the words.

"... you're not. The Eye on Time is the exclusive patent of the Heroes with the Issue of Time. Rather, the White Emperor could have seen something more rooted"

"Something rooted?

"Yes."

Aisha swayed her red copper hair and snapped her neck.

"For example," The Reason of the World, "or something"

I can't imagine, and Aisha, who got Hersim's word, snaps again.

"That's why Leilas-Riff-Remusee became the public 'White Emperor'. I sold a fight to Museg, a Demon King hero - or, as heroes of the heroes"

"What did Master Leilas see? I can't imagine reading that inscription."

"I'm similar. But for Leilas, 'it' was probably a tragic thing. A normal human would have broken his heart. tragedy of that dimension."

……

"Leilas did some tricks to stop it."

"That's who Merea is."

"Either way, it's all a guess."

Harsim stares at the point without blinking one.

"Melea is a 'singularity (irregular)' for the world. Listening to the cross-border grass, I was convinced of that. Leilas left behind the hope of Melea to stop what he saw as' something '"

"Hope..."

Aisha gives an uninterrupted look.

"Yes...... right. For them, it may be hope"

Saying, Aisha glimpses Harsim's face.

And I saw in the face of my Lord a complex expression that neither gained nor was said.

It's like joy, sadness, or being obsessed with all things.

That was a special look, only Aisha could tell by being closer to Harsim than anyone else and leaning in for years.

"Still, I..."

Aisha sees the look on Harsim's face like that and opens her mouth unexpectedly.

Aisha herself was aware of what she was trying to say that she didn't have to say.

"For you, the one who can be the seed of tragedy..."

"Don't tell me, Aisha"

Harsim controls Aisha with a sharp voice.

My eyes, looking somewhere, were at some point pointed at Aisha's red copper eyes.

"He's hopeful for me, too. Without him, Lemuse would already be dead. Leilas'" Inscription "passage is already crushed thanks to Melea"

"But there are still other Inscriptions left"

Still, Aisha didn't back down.

At that time Aisha was pronouncing her words, not as a lady loyal to King Remusse, but as Harsim's closest entourage.

"I will continue to warn you to 'live with care' until all the verses in that Inscription are denied. Indeed, once the possibility of Lemuse dying was denied. But that doesn't mean you're no longer likely to die."

……

"Instead, you have moved one step closer to a more frivolous possibility. So, as your - samurai, I will continue to say these words. - 'Please, don't be alarmed'"

I really wanted to put another word in the place called 'As a Samurai'.

But Aisha couldn't say the words.

"You're sweet, Aisha."

Have you noticed inside Aisha like that or not?

Harsim pulled Aisha's arm and drew it toward herself.

Keeping Aisha bowed to her side, she gently held her head and put her to sleep on her lap.

"Nothing, I'm not alarmed. Besides, I went down this road hoping."

Harsim breathes, like a little powerless.

"A little at first, I was worried. But I actually met Melea, and I heard him dream, and I made up my mind. He's trying to keep the ideals I couldn't follow straight, like a fool. So I wanted to try and help a little bit."

……

Aisha closes her eyes as Hershem holds her.

With my eyes open, I could have overflowed with tears.

"I hope that Merea will muster the power of the English spirits to deny all the (inscriptions). - But if it doesn't come true, I want to leave them something. That's never because I'm tied to Leilas' will. I am prepared to go that way by my will."

"Will you be happy?"

- I thought I could be.

At last Harsim let Aisha go and now looked up at the ceiling between her glances as she sat deeply on the throne.

An angel flying into a glorious cloud garden looks gently laughing.

"So now, as much as we can, prepare for the future described by Leilas' Inscription."

Sooner or later, a man called the Mad King says.

"- Haha, if I were to be as Leilas inscribed, Celias would be - what would Brad say"

……

Harsim was laughing like an innocent child.

"Fair enough. It's not that time yet. Let's not think deeply."

And on Harsim's face, the usual royal expression returns.

"Aisha, just in case, did you erase the inscription on Leilas' room at Startree Castle?

"- Yes. No trace."

"That's fine. If you're wrong, you can't show that to Melea."

"I'm sure he'll be heartbroken."

"Melea's a sweet man again."

Harsim laughed slightly at the thought of a friend in a strange relationship.

The face looked lonely somewhere.