Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Then I'll take care of it then, Shaw"

"As you wish."

Just as Lillium was having a conversation with Mira, Melea was uttering those words in Shaw's room, glittering with the map on her desk.

"And this drink is delicious. Sweet and mellow. The melting touch also makes you unique."

From the golden cup Merea held in one hand, the hot air stands.

"This is the fruit that can be taken from a tree called" Sheila's Tree ", which is shredded with sugar and divided by hot water. You're famous for an urban state on the southern continent called" Sheila Milk ". Not really in circulation right now though."

"You've been purchasing?

"It's another thing apart from the traded goods. - Well, once I thought of souvenirs for the demon kings of this castle. I have a lot of freedom to move. Because I'm out there, I thought it was a lot of entertainment for the people who are - or have to be - inside."

Shaw said with a slight angle of mouth.

"To be honest, it's rare for Shaw."

"Haha, this is for money again too. Because if they're in a mood for entertainment, they'll be more productive as a result. Moderate rest and distraction entertainment can lead to increased labour productivity. This is the rule of thumb that I've been leading, albeit the Chamber of Commerce."

"It's a word of wonder and inclusion. Let's remember."

Merea had another bite of Sheila Milk in her mouth.

Then I put the cup on my desk and get a tight look again.

"As a matter of fact, I wonder if I can persuade Sisalis"

In response to Melea's question, Shaw took it to the back of the chair as he put his legs together.

"What do you think? Depending on what persuasion you make, if Pope Sisalis is now more bigoted than I imagined, you'd have a hard time. Time has passed since the birth of the new Sisalis, but the Pope today must not seem anything worse in nature than the pope of the new Sisalis erection period."

"Was the pope bigoted during the erection?

……

Shaw frowned slightly at that Merea question.

Then exhale small and say that there is only one.

"Merea, now you think I have something to do with Sisalis."

"Yeah. I don't know now, but I guess I had something to do with it back in the day,"

It is an instant answer.

"For once, I'm trying not to tell everyone,"

"Could it be that this time you put me on the Sisalis squad, there's something going on around there?

"Yeah."

I just said I wasn't going to hide it or anything. Instant answer.

"... weird. I've been trying to hide it quite seriously."

"Really? Shaw is pretty easy to understand." When there is no gold involved, "

――

Shaw himself seemed surprised when Merea told him that.

You know what, I'll stop moving now so that I can look at myself differently.

"But I guess everyone else hasn't noticed.... No, maybe Salman's noticing. We're going to Virginia together, and there's a chance we're dating from a conversation in the carriage."

"Ahhhhhhhh..., Sal-kun is sharp, so hey"

Shaw remembers when he glanced head-on with Salman in Virginia.

Melea was moving to rescue Juliana and a few others at a boring cafe nearby.

Salman's eyes at that time were a little vague for Shaw.

Instinctively, as if it were a beast, a gaze as if it were to discern the heart in the eye.

One of the few "things I can't help with gold" is that guy's straight eyes.

"But I won't ask you everything. Unless you tell me from Shaw."

And one more thing, this man's eyes.

Straight eyes that don't suspect a single one of these.

Deep red eyes that even think of themselves as suspicious men about themselves, yet even swallow that suspiciousness.

"... I'm going to say it someday. Probably when you get some keri on that."

"Still, I don't mind. Just tell me if you need my hand to put Kelli on. Maybe Shaw is trying to get Keri on his own, but if that makes Shaw's body dangerous, then I'm sorry - I'm forced to step into Shaw's secret. I think Salman will, too."

"I will do good not to do so."

Not at all hostile.

The demon kings here are really a lot of fault.

"Well, anyway, I'll leave the sisalis side of the grip to Shaw to some extent. Salman said that's all right."

"Okay."

"By the way, can you get in touch with Caesar?

Two, Merea puts her name on her mouth.

In the art city of Virgilia, a luscious clown with that escape play.

"What do you think? Whatever at the moment. Because I don't know exactly where Caesar stands within Sisalis."

"Oh well. I hope you're safe..."

Merea turns her worrying gaze to the window of the room.

It's sunny out there, but Merea seemed to see something other than a bright view there.

"You'll be fine. 'Cause she's good at living."

"Much more than me."

Melea nods with a little joy.

"Then it's time for me to get ready. I need to speak to the Black Bell Brigade."

That's it, Shaw shook his head to deny his words.

"No, now it was the White Bell Brigade."

A bunch of bandits I met on my way back from Virginia.

Having been told by Harsim to become the hands and feet of the League of Demon Kings, they threw away their iconic black bell.

It is a bell that Arkham-Strauss, the head of the Black Bell Brigade, wanted to throw away more than anything else.

That black bell had changed color now and, as a completely different symbol, was tied to their waistband.

"Arkham said it was a good turning point."

"Have you seen them again?

"Bye. Because at night you hear a groan like a living corpse from the basement." I don't want to see the paperwork anymore... "" I can't get the numbers out of my head... "" Kill me by a bunch of paper... "

"Haha, they have to study first. Now they remember a lot of things in their underground study rooms."

Said Shaw with a fun grin.

"We've got hundreds of energetic pawns because of this, so we need to work out well enough to handle different jobs right now. First of all, the foundations of administrative work. We're tapping around here using commercial paperwork as a teaching material."

"I don't want to get involved in this by mistake..."

Melea says with a soggy look.

"When it comes to [chamber of commerce] units, there are also different forms of differences in the documents handled, depending on the region or constituent ethnic group where they are based. In fact, this is the same thing with the exchange of documents between states, but it's also polite to basically match those details to the other person. If you look sweetly here, something called a business deal breaks easily. We don't have room for credit."

Melea listens as she pushes both temples with her fingers. It seems like I'm interested, but it looks spicy anyway.

Maybe I imagined the task of remembering that style, and I was disoriented.

"So I ask them to remember the trading style of the dizzying chambers of commerce around the world. Ask those with political taste to remember the form of political documents as well after that. When these processes can be carried out actively, the range within which they can be moved by the Union of Demon Kings alone will be greatly expanded. Besides that, the way in which the traded goods are handled, the art of organizing information, the know-how for obtaining information in the field and the training of long-range legs. Hey, you have a lot to remember."

"Wow..." Melea glanced in a hiccup.

"Looks like they're trying to live a decent life on the occasion of this incident, too, so I thought I'd help you with that."

"It just looks like he's trying to kill me and brainwash me"

"What are you talking about? I wouldn't do such a nasty thing. You don't need to brainwash in the first place. Because some of them wanted to help Melea."

"Hmm? What do you mean?

"Your use of the Fengjin technique seems to be a surprisingly large factor."

I don't know what that means.

Merea snapped her neck.

"[Fengjin (Van-Ester)] was once said to have saved several countries on the Western Continent. And many of the members of the White Bell Brigade are from the western continent. They are bandits, and they have lived in values different from ordinary secularism in a way, so their prejudice against the Demon King is not as strong either. Well, I'm not saying it's not at all because it hasn't started right now, but it hasn't been very influenced by Mooseg's information guidance lately."

"In other words?"

"For them, especially those who are from a country once saved by the Wind God, you are viewed like a 'hero'. - No, 'rebirth of a hero' to be exact, is it? I guess it feels like a hero in a book that I admired as a child appeared in front of me. I've never heard of that" black wind "technique being used by anyone other than Fengjin."

To Shaw's words, Merea was decent.

"Is it still something about the emotions of the individual that has become the biggest factor, though? Perhaps besides that Arkham-Strauss, there were many who were tired of being robbers. You inspired them like that, you are also, in a sense, the 'Savior of the Heart'. - Oh, it's surprisingly difficult to wash your feet satisfactorily from operating behind. This is how we even got a decent place to live. Perhaps this would not have happened if only they had asked His Majesty Harsim."

"I wonder"

"That's right. If a neutral organisation called us had not existed just right inside, we would not have registered them as such for direct harm to the people of Lemuse, even to His Majesty Harsim. There is a pre-construction that cannot be ignored in front of the people. To be clear, they are - 'lucky'. And they themselves understand that best."

"... Shit, I think it's a lot more conveniently interpreted"

After crushing with a bitter smile, Melea exhaled heavily.

"Well, I'm honestly glad you think so. On the other hand, I feel Van grabbed one of my weaknesses and I shrug."

"Really?

Now Shaw asked strangely.

"Yeah. When Van says, 'You, you really used my handles, didn't you?' Cause it's the kind of prank that sticks around about me."

"I see. You also feel kind of like you. Childish."

"I talked a lot to Van next to Flander. Maybe that's why some of them looked alike."

Shaw nods again to that word.

"They may not yet be able to afford to believe that strange story of yours. But sooner or later, you'll be happy to talk to me. Humans on the western continent are often serious about their in-laws. Some still believe in the heroic statues of Wind God that their ancestors told them about."

"We'll do that sooner or later if we find a good time. Now they seem to be full of paperwork to keep them from getting killed."

That said, Merea finally took a seat.

"Then I'm going to Salman's. Then it's dinner. Tell everyone in the White Bell Brigade to use the next room to eat."

"As you wish."

That's a lot these days.

In turning back her heels, Merea pointed out with a laugh at Shaw's wording.

"- I used to hear a lot about it."

Returning the profound words, Shaw laughed with pleasure again.