Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Think a little. Sisalis doesn't seem to have much time either. I'll go after him. Everybody rest for a second."

That's what Melea said and waved from the top of the throne to the side.

The demon kings move by its Merea instructions, but some of them have been staring at Merea for some time.

It was as if in that look and trick he were trying to confirm Merea's fatigue.

"Oh, Shaw, Lilium, and then - Salman"

And just as Shaw turns his heel and tries to follow the Great Hall, Merea says as she remembers.

"I need to talk to you later. I'll go to my room, so if you take a few hours off, you stay in your room."

"-Okay."

Shaw answers with a light grin.

Then Lilium also took the (threesome) that he wanted to remain on the spot, and finally Salman and Elma, plus Eyes and Marisa, remained in the Great Hall.

"... well, I guess I'll go too"

Salman is the first to raise his voice among them.

"I'm waiting in my room to read a book. Come as you see fit."

"Oh. I'm sorry you didn't have much time to rest as soon as you got back"

"I don't even care anymore."

Salman laughs deliberately with his nose, waving his hand behind his back and clutching the exit of the great hall.

Merea saw his kindness and reliability on that back.

"Shall I go too?"

Next, Elma speaks up.

"Eyes, what do you do?

"Um..."

Eyes was asked by Elma and lost his reply.

"Eyes should rest first, too. 'Cause I'm fine."

Melea says so with a gentle grin and encourages Eyes.

Although Eyes nodded snuggly at the words, the consciousness seemed to be pointing in a different direction, not Merea.

Eyes watched Mariza as she stood leaning against the Great Pillar of the Great Hall.

I would never show it if it were normal, the way it would stand.

The brittle side of the Cold Woman, which the Demon Kings pretended not to see.

"... well, let's go first."

But Eyes didn't speak up to Mariza.

Slowly turn back your heels to answer Elma's urging, who was also aware of Marisa's condition.

"Then I'll go first, too, Melea"

"Yeah. Good luck with Elma too"

"I'll talk to you later about that Knife King thing. I'll give you the proper guidance first, okay?

"I don't mind. If you're anxious on your own, you can put on a few others."

"I'm fine. This is only an intuition because I was actually relative, but a man like that murky shark is a man of righteousness. Anything, indirectly, but it seems the man is' being helped 'by Merea once. I won't tell you anything exciting, but that's why I originally seemed willing to move under you."

"Heh."

Merea curls her eyes curiously.

"I'll have a look at the King of Thieves with a few of them. Well, it doesn't look like I'm going to do anything about it."

So Elma left the hall with Eyes.

The last thing that remained in the hall was Marisa, the "tyranny emperor", which led to Melea and the pillars.

Merea smiled gently when she saw the earrings decorated that she had just given to her ear.

"- Sorry to bother you, Mariza."

"... eh"

With the other demon kings gone from the Great Hall, Mariza finally collapses to the floor.

Merea didn't even need a moment to make up her mind to walk over to her.

◆ ◆ ◆

Melea went out with Marisa for a while to cry and saw that she was finally back on her feet before she decided to go back to her room.

"It's a change I really didn't expect, but I didn't decide it was anything bad. Instead, if this eye is going to show me something even more clearly called a surgical ceremony, it's going to help me."

"I know...... However, a great force, therefore, involves recoil. We should know that very well. Using the Righteous Art, We Are."

Mariza is sensitive to its pattern of origin, the recoil of force.

There, her nature went hand in hand as a faithful samurai who always guided Merea beyond herself, causing her to work a bad imagination.

The imagination that worked out once devours even her calm thinking skills and makes her think nothing.

Merea's presence was the driving force behind her raw, as well as, therefore, her decisive weakness.

"It's okay. So far, there's nothing wrong with that."

"But you must have gotten sick"

"I was just a little surprised by the sudden"

"Really?"

Marisa looked up at those red eyes with a look at the innocent girl as she leaned against Melea's chest.

Melea eats a little face to face with a different Marisa vibe than usual, but immediately answers with a grin.

"Really."

……

Marisa stared into Merea's eyes.

"... ok. Now I believe that word."

"As long as you're happy to trust me."

Marisa leaves Melea's chest.

The next moment had the usual cool look back.

"Still, if I see any evil anomalies at all, I will give you rest even forcefully. Be prepared to be imprisoned."

"Ha, you're scared of incarceration"

Melea nodded deliberately shaking.

"Then I will go back to cleaning the castle, too. Call me anytime you need anything else."

"Okay.... or does Mariza not have to rest? Are you already doing your maid's job?

"I've had a thirty minute break, so it's enough. More than that, I need to get rid of the dust that has accumulated while I am gone. It's too late for Merea to be physically handicapped."

That being said, Marisa left the Great Hall after showing her graceful grace. Walking as a crisp is her usual appearance.

Seeing her behind like that, Melea opened her mouth pompously.

"I like it."

Let's just say she's feeling better as a result.

Melea felt one chest grip had been removed, feeling a lot clearer than she had just been, and she was able to go up the stairs to her room.

◆ ◆ ◆

Merea sat in a chair for about thirty minutes when she arrived in her room and spent some time worrying, then headed to Salman's room.

Reaching in front of Salman's room, one level below, Merea knocks the door lightly three times.

"You can come in," a casual answer returned from inside, and Melea put her hand on the handle of the door.

"Thank you for waiting, Salman"

"Ooh."

Entering the door, there was Salman sitting in a chair reading a book with one hand.

I put silver-edged glasses on my face, and that's how I read the book is somewhat scholarly.

Melea was a little impressed that one glasses usually changed the atmosphere instead of the fighter.

"You look great as always, glasses."

"Stop flattering me. Don't look good. I'm not wearing it."

Even so, it's actually a painting.

Salman had a side that looked crude and, quite the opposite, sometimes made him feel noble when he did it. That, on the other hand, may be the depth of upbringing.

"What about Lyna and Mina?

"I'm sleeping in my room. Thanks to you, I can take my time reading."

Salman closed the book, which was open with one hand, and left it on the white stone desk.

Then prompt Melea with her jaw to sit in the chair opposite her and remove her glasses.

"We need to talk."

"Yeah."

Merea replied as she proceeded with her steps, following Salman's urging.

"Have you told the other two yet?

Just like Salman, the two were stopped by Melea when he left.

"No, not yet for Shaw and Lilium. Salman is the first. If you don't tell Salman first, he won't move on."

……

Salman frowned at the words.

Then he sighs gently and gives a soothing look.

"You're trying to get me to pull the poverty lottery again, aren't you?

"Exactly, it's good to guess"

"I knew it."

Salman sighs a second time deliberately and puts on his cheek wand.

By then Merea was sitting in a chair opposite each other with a somewhat amusing grin.

"Ah.... well, I don't have the right to say no"

"I'm not going to say no in the first place, not a mistake of?

"Hey, you're mean."

"Inversion of trust."

Melea laughs with pleasure again.

"So, let's get straight to it."

"... oops"

The wind blowing through the window of Salman's room makes Melea's snowy grey hair snap.

The white covered Merea's red eyes for a moment, and shortly afterwards, let her reveal her strong willed red eyes.

"Salman, officially head the Demon King's Sword."

The moment Salman heard that Merea's words, he was alone in what policy Merea was about to adopt.