Hyaku Ma No Aruji

My whole life would have been quite tragic, perhaps in comparison to the life of the public at large.

If the various misfortunes that greatly colored my life were invited by my own deeds, I could still be convinced, but the majority of them came because of the circumstances of the world and the birth of which I could not help myself.

- But lately, I was finally starting to think I might be able to love this whole life.

Thoughts of my father and mother.

Grandparents' wishes.

of distant ancestors.

They had their thoughts, though they sometimes hated them, which in this day and age would be burdensome.

As I learned something called the history of the world, I was able to take pride in their noble possession, which had only hatred.

- Because 'that man' told me that he was never wrong about the deeds of those who were once called heroes.

The trigger lies in the "Battle of Zainas" which took place on the Eastern Continent.

The war that the Kingdom of Lemuse, which was near the exile, fought against the Kingdom of Museg, now said to be closest to the world's champion.

On the day Zainas Wilderness was stained red with the blood of many warriors, I was walking on the outer edge of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

- The tombs of the former heroes are on the edge of that mountain.

Who said that?

It's a rumor.

I don't have any good friends, so the only way to listen to such Yatai is to go out into the city and whisper your ears.

Whatever, when I heard such uncertainty about authenticity, I thought I would climb Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

Just because I climbed the mountain where the Spirit lived, I was telling him with a cold head that I wouldn't get any answers, but the body was taking a step to ask for something there.

- I should have headed right over there to the Lemuse kingdom.

Not long after the information about the Battle of Zainas spread to the world, the issue of "White God" came to my ear.

Everything seems to be the "Demon King" who brought victory to the country about the Lemuse side in the Battle of Zainas.

Red eyes on white hair.

The man came down from Lindholm Spiritual Mountain with a golden ship against the Museg, who created a world that abused the Demon King.

It is as if the heroes of the former times had sent messengers in to correct the distorted world of today.

- I wonder what he looked like.

Must be great.

I have always wanted to meet the man.

Ever since I heard him talk to "Celias-Blood-Mouseg," known as the Prince of Mooseg - "The Pet of the Age," about his cowardly pride in being the Demon King, "I've always wanted to see him.

- He would surely have colored the rest of my life so that I could be more proud.

So I wanted to help him, too, for that matter.

Maybe I was in love with him that I hadn't seen yet.

But...

"Face up, Water Emperor. Your Highness's forgiveness is out."

I'm sure my love will end here.

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A majestic hall with a black tone.

High ceilings, walls draped with huge red curtains with gold embroidery.

On the floor of the hall is a luxurious carpet as well, which leads to a chair - like a throne sitting on a staircase.

On the back of that chair hung a black drape with the crest of the Mooseg kingdom engraved on it.

"Keha, you're going to look beautiful when you die"

Raising his face, he first saw a silver-haired man standing in the middle of a staircase in front of the throne.

White face by creepy and long hair that seems to reach your hips.

Eyes peeking from the gap in the long forehead are badly invigorated.

"It's not your toy. Shut up, Reaper."

Then another man, standing two steps higher than the man, said slightly.

Though this one has a noble air, it seems a lot more human than a silver-haired man.

He was also still young and had the impression of being close to a boy.

"Oh, Kowaii Kowaii"

"Don't forget one thing about Virginia. Without Your Highness's generous forgiveness, you would be dead."

A boy with golden thread-like hair stares at a silver-haired man who laughs demonically.

Those eyes weren't very sightseeing eyes on my side.

"Fine, Mikhail"

"- Excuse me."

Then finally, I heard voices from around the throne.

Raising her gaze, she sees a man sitting loosely on a throne made of something like a black gem, feathering a hooded cape.

He's wearing a hood deep in his eyes, and he can't peek at his expression.

The hair dripping slightly from the gap in the hood was gray.

"The Water Emperor. Do you know why you were called here?"

From behind the hood, the voice came again.

- To kill me.

"You're not. I'm not wrong, but I'm not right."

said the man on the throne.

"After eating your ritual, to kill."

"Well, it doesn't make a difference."

"No, very different. If it was just to kill you, I would have killed you."

I glanced out of the back of the hood.

I see a terribly cold blue light.

Unconsciously, I thought the light was beautiful.

"I mean, you lived in this world a little longer because I made that choice."

"... what are you trying to say"

"People's lives are light, too. Dignity as well."

The man's eyes were vain somewhere when he said that.

If it's not a mistake to look at, I guess.

"But even though it's so brittle, people dream. Dream on ideal idols and idols. It's so brittle, like just one human life."

"Life is brittle indeed. But just because it's brittle doesn't mean it can be treated lightly."

Such a brittle life illuminates others.

Just because it's brittle doesn't mean people can't do anything.

I have the power to make someone else happy.

"It's not like the Demon King."

said the man.

I kind of understood what that meant.

Because Demon King is easy to despair of.

"Then let me see your feet. Prove and show that a person's life is not to be treated lightly."

You don't have to tell me.

I am going to scratch my feet.

Ever since I heard that guy say it again, I've decided to do that.

"I'll bite you"

At least a little bit, I want to help that guy.

Even if you know you're no match.

I can't stand to just give up and die here right now.

So...

"Go, Water Snake!"

Expand the procedure on the floor.

Countless translucent snakes gushed out of the floor.

Snakes shaped with rugged water.

They crawl on the floor in motion as if they were really alive, approaching that man looking down this way from the top of the throne.

I looked up at that man - "Celias-Blood-Mouseg".

――

Immediately after.

"Used."

The serpents of the water, I and all of them, suddenly emerged from the man's upper-left space in the giant red and black hands.

"- Ah."

Crushed.

――

- People's lives are light, too.

While his consciousness was interrupted, I thought I could hear him moaning.