Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"When we get to Sisalis, can I have a little something else to do?"

The Eversell Valley Zone.

The boundary between the eastern and southern continents is combined with a sleek hill and a valley so deep that it might pass to the bottom of the stars.

"It's sudden to exchange what you always say.... Well, just say it in advance this time"

The demon kings of the Sisalis Expeditionary Group rented a special carriage for the valley at the Trading City of Khalil, stopping on the way, just as they were running through its Eversel Valley area.

"You can't do it anyway, but you're gonna tease my eyes."

"Perhaps."

"Then it means stopping."

"Haha, I'm not. If you stop me, I might weigh myself a little too."

"If you weigh yourself, you'll lose extreme movement."

Ten in total. In the carriage running in a long line, Salman the Fist Emperor put his head on like he was in trouble.

"You better not fall into the boundaries of common sense, for better or worse. - That's what Melea said."

Shaw-Jules Sherwood sits across the street from Salman like that.

On the knee is a map of the world with an enlarged southern continent.

Shaw took the glass bottle he had placed beside him and contained a clear, watery liquid in his mouth.

"It's not like you don't understand common sense. Business is how to use common sense. It tickles the public's sensitivity to common sense."

"Heh heh. I've heard so much about your business theory that I can already get an octopus in my ear."

Salman forced himself to cut the chau story that was about to begin and put it back to business.

"Hmm, how much do you actually act alone?

Shaw said he would act differently, but he didn't say he would act alone.

But it was already known to Salman that Shaw would act alone.

Always this man does things alone.

The bigger things to exchange, the better.

"It's kind of disgusting"

"Ah?"

Then Shaw looked at Salman with an uncommonly honest look like a child.

Raise the corner of your mouth just a little, then frown, a bewildered look.

"You take a good look at people. To be honest, I haven't been given much experience of being understood in my life so far. And myself, I thought it didn't have to be understood. That has been strangely understood in the last few months. Not only for Merea, but also for you and that odd maid."

"Ha, I wonder what you're going to say. I'm not trying to understand anything consciously. You don't talk about yourself to us, so we have to take it from here. Thanks to you, I don't even want to know."

Around the end Salman waved troublesome and said, Shaw threw over a glass bottle with the water liquid he was drinking.

"Go ahead. It's a refreshing water that's popular in the western continent today. I have a little surgical processing on the water, and the coolness lasts longer after I swallow it. Drinking too much will break your stomach."

"Recently, you've been able to get a ritual for natural objects."

"Perhaps it has something to do with the luxury of the operating machine. The whole world is going to grow technologically."

"I don't even know what's going on here. That's pretty good."

Salman opened the lid of the glass bottle he had received from Shaw and drank the water coloured liquid inside.

"So, what was the answer to my question earlier?"

Salman returns to the conversation as he puts another lid on the glass bottle.

"Right.... if you have three days"

"Three days. That's shorter than I thought. - That means you already owe me."

"Yes."

Shaw nods.

"I'm going to ask instead of Merea."

"Go ahead."

"Is there any danger to you?"

Upon Salman's enquiry, Shaw thought for a few seconds with a serious face.

"I'm not saying it's not at all. But you won't die."

"That's an extreme assumption. Is there anything that would keep you from coming back?

"Probably not. Even if it could slow you down."

"Hmm."

Breathe out loud with his nose and Salman put his arms together.

"Can't you take some of them?"

"I can't do that"

"Can I ask why?"

"... now, not yet"

Shaw said with his eyes slightly down.

"... you're not like us. Right there."

"And say?

I heard Shaw's answer. Like blurring his hair in a motion that Salman does better when he pulls the poverty lottery.

"You said one day that you weren't as stuffed as we were."

I remember saying that.

Was that at Virginia's cafe?

"You have a face as the Demon King and another face. That could be your face as a merchant, or it could be a whole different face."

……

Shaw listened to Salman.

"You can still keep it separate. You can't do that to us in a state of life or death. By the time Merea saved us, we were all part of the League of Demon Kings. Because once you dumped everything in that spiritual mountain, then you picked it all up again. If you exaggerate... we're reborn in that spiritual mountain."

I thought I could die.

But thanks to Melea, I thought I'd try to live again.

So I picked everything up again and put it on the ground as a new "Demon King".

"You can't afford to split your face on us when this happens. We're thinking about things on the assumption that we're part of the Demon King's Union. I'll use all my abominable past for him if I have to. That's the way it is."

Shaw understood exactly what Salman was saying.

They and I are a little different.

To be precise, [Chau-Jules Sherwood] is just like them.

However,

"When I first named you, you said it. -" Of course this name is also a pseudonym, "he said."

"You remember a long time ago."

Shaw-Jules Sherwood thinks of everything as a member of the Demon King's Union.

There is no falsehood in that regard.

But Shaw has another name.

"Now this name is like my real name."

"But you have another name."

"Yes, I do"

"Another action this time will have to do with that name"

I can't hide it anymore.

This man looks closely at the people around him.

That's what I said myself.

You should rather be pleased that there was no madness in that compliment.

"That's what happens."

"Right."

Salman took a breath as he was finally convinced.

"... may be a snakefoot to you, but I'll tell you my name"

and suddenly Salman changed the subject as he joined hands behind his head.

"What happened to you suddenly? I never heard of all your real names."

"I answered if you asked me. I've never been asked if this guy was weird, either. But this is what I'm going to tell you."

Then Salman said.

"My name is Salmarn-Zeus-von Luther. - Zeus is my other name. I mean, this is my real name. Salman is like a pseudonym. My family traditionally has a habit of naming themselves. I didn't like the strong name Zeus-von Luther, and I gave myself a name that had absolutely nothing to do with the region or the class. I like it a lot."

Shaw remembered the name.

"Luther?

"Oh, I was born royally of that [Kingdom of Luther]. Now the royal family has nothing to do with it."

Yes, being the royal family of the Kingdom of Luther no longer means anything in this world.

"My country no longer exists in this world."

The Kingdom of Luther is embroiled in a "certain natural mutation" -

It was already doomed.