Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Hey cult. From your eyes, what am I in now?

"The spirits are glittering everywhere."

"Right. Is that so after all? Except for the amount of time I get stuck in my body, but I don't know if I'm gonna stick it to my face. No heart or tiny eyes."

"Haha, now Merea, it's like a glowing tree. Funny."

Led by a cult that walked with great pleasure, the Demon King's Line proceeded to the back of the Forest of Knowers.

The further you go in the back, the sharper the senses will find themselves in the presence of what no man has to be, but no one can answer what it is clearly like.

"You must be a spirit."

Merea spilled her eyes all the time.

"There are many names for things like elements, magic elements with will, and those who fill the narrows of the world's reason (proverb). I don't think there's much scholarly research going on, just because existence itself is vague and only a few people can clearly perceive it."

Marisa answers Melea's words.

"One theory is that the rationale of this world - that is, that the" constitutive ceremony of the world "is actually not very solid, and that the spirits, the magical elements of the will, support each other with their bodies in a state that could eventually collapse"

"That's kind of weird, too. You mean when the Spirit is gone, the world will collapse."

Melea said with her hands behind her head and roaring "hmm".

"But if it is, the Spirit is as healthy as this. It means that the Spirit, the spermatic element itself, uses his spermatic formula to follow the many parts of the world's constitutive formula, right? … synonymous with supporting the world while burning your own life"

"But that's what they are. Will, but that's not as advanced as human consciousness. There are rare spirits with joy and sorrow, but the majority of them are more rare."

A cult walking in a light foothold at the beginning said as he flipped a borough robe, an ancient of Merea.

Being in tune with the colorful spirits that fly around is always somewhere fantastic and reminds me of a scene in a fantastic painting.

"Cult, how can you be so fond of the Spirit?

Melea asked as she sat three feathery human-shaped spirits on her shoulders.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

I would add further.

Such cautionary rhetoric was also commonly used in the Union of Demon Kings.

"Ahaha, Melea is sweet. But maybe you care too much. Sounds like Merea, but you're gonna get tired, aren't you?

Cult looks back and says to Melea with a laugh.

The light purple hair fluttered and swayed.

"I don't hate my life that much. I just didn't tell you because you didn't ask me. I told Servis once, and I know Lara there."

Cult's gaze shifted to Lara, who was behind Merea.

Lara glances at Melea after she gets upset with a slightly sorry face.

"Um... I knew it, but I was wondering if I should tell you from outside of myself because it involves the inside of the cult"

You're probably apologizing for not reporting on the cult to Melea.

Melea figured that out, too, which is why she gave her a tender grin.

"Don't worry about that. I guess Lara kept her mouth shut thinking about the cult. That's okay. It's not like I'm the boss, but I have to report it."

Instead, Melea thought Lara's compassion was admirable.

She has the right sense of balance, even though she is young.

I even felt happy about that.

"Besides, I'm going to ask you this in person."

The demon kings carry their own grief without having to put it on the table.

It's often something that you can put in your mouth or you don't want me to touch it if you can.

That's why Melea listens in person.

I don't mind if I don't say so.

When their minds wanted to spit out what they were carrying one day, they wished they could be that receptacle.

I'm not half human.

Huh, the cult said.

"I am - born between man and the Spirit. They called me the Son of Divine Punishment.

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"The Mad Book of Palladions?

"Yeah. Does that sound familiar?"

Benarez was honestly surprised to hear the name of the book Lilium was looking for.

I don't know why I think about it, but I think about it because it's like that.

That's how odd that book was, and unknowingly creepy it was.

"I do. I've had it in my hands lately."

"Huh?"

Lilium cleverly raises one eyebrow for an intriguing look.

"Well, I can't read it."

Most books can read.

I don't know why I can read it by way of example, but there were numerous linguistic systems in my head that existed in the 'finished state' from the beginning.

So you can read books written in ancient languages, and even rare tribal hieroglyphics.

Except for that Mad Book of Palladions.

Only books written in that messed up linguistic system can be deciphered even with their own knowledge.

I just want to suspect if it's even a language that was a system in the first place.

"It is. I figured the letters on it were messed up or something?

"Right, I don't see any regularity at all in grammar, not just letters. Iconic painting is still easier to understand. Rather, it's even rough in that it doesn't hold any notions at all. It's like saying that only the chosen one is allowed to decipher it."

"Maybe it really is."

Lilium said as she paid for her dark hair with her hands.

"Something needs a special demonic eye, or do you think you have to hang a specific technique on the reader before you can read it? As for the latter, it's still a cryptographic technique that can still be used in undercover organizations, and it's not strange at all if Palladion thinks the same thing."

"I see. That was a blind spot there."

roaring as Benarez was impressed.

"Whatever, let's see it first. I don't think anyone's touching that book, so I think it's still here."

Benarez nodded Lilium pointing to the back of the library.

Lilium and Servis walk out according to the sloth.

Seeking books that might inspire us to save our own Lord.

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"The Son of Divine Punishment"?

"Yes. There are two meanings there, by the way. One is that I am the blame of divine punishment. And the other is that I myself am another proxy for God's judgment on another human being. In any case, I seem to be a frightening subject to them."

Without breaking his slight grin, the cult said one hand over his chest.

"Cult punishes people?

"That's what they say."

"What punishment?"

When Merea heard the cult's explanation, she gave her face that it would not fall on her heart.

Melea already has some anticipation of the irrationality of the life that cult has followed.

That's why I couldn't help but remember my anger.

"Punishment for human arrogance. - Marisa said earlier that the Spirit supports the world's constitutive ceremony."

"Oh."

"Even in the region where I was born, the idea was rooted. And yet another interesting idea is added."

"Interesting idea?

"The gift of dignity and self-control that gave rise to human reason and a sense of sin towards the Spirit."

Punishment. Sin to the Spirit. Reason.

Melea next perceived the words coming out of the mouth of the cult about half way open.

"The idea is that the world's compositional ceremonies are blurred because humans use 'technicalities' all the time."

The cult put two beads of light on the back of his hand, then stroked it to mercy.

"The surgical ceremony is activated actively by human will. You also say that it was the beginning of the ritual that tried to cause natural phenomena to occur at the will of man. But that is also the beginning of human arrogance. Humans must not defy nature. The imitation was also a sinful act. The act disrupts the management of the world and destroys the world at every foundation"

"This is how I think of my region," Cult added at the end, looking at Merea.

Melea takes a straight gaze at the cult.

Cult nodded satisfactorily at the look and opened his mouth again.

"And it was I who was born between such nature and man. I'm talking about assuming the Spirit is a natural side being.... but well, I know what they're going to say."

"Are you really born between spirits and humans?"

"That's right. - Meaningly. I am not born in the normal way. [M] Everyone would have at least two parents, wouldn't they? Human reproduction requires men and women. But I don't have a parent in the first place. No one is physically connected."

Melea was the same in terms of not having a normal way of being born.

The soul beyond the world and the flesh shaped by the factors of the English Spirits.

There are those who can call themselves parents, but that was not normal, in many ways.

"The Spirit Emperor is regularly 'reborn'. After a long time, the body collapses rapidly at one point, falling apart once and for all. And after it falls apart, it is complemented and reconstituted by the Spirit." As a completely different individual ""

The words of the cult were not at all believable to the demon kings. If it weren't for the words the cult himself said, he probably wouldn't have believed it.

But they could neither deny nor affirm what was spoken from the Spirit Emperor of the day.

"The village I lived in was a village that had a significance only for raising the Spirit Emperor. Raise, protect, and record the reborn" Spirit Emperor ". Just repeat that. If you believe their words like that, I'm the tenth generation of the Spirit Emperor."

"Apparently..."

"I told you earlier. When the Spirit Emperor is reborn, he is reborn as a completely different individual. I mean, I don't remember before I was reborn."

The demon kings were silent.

"Well, maybe I've actually been around longer. It was only nine generations ago that I began to keep it as a formal record. That's why I was raised so dearly by the people of the village. Their fearful voices are babysitters, their words of penance are scriptures, offerings given to the seeds of adolescence troubles. And I..."

Cult puts down a beat and says.

"I became the last Demon King."

What the hell was going on there?

Melea doesn't know just there either.

"It's a simple story. In the tenth generation - 'Divine Punishment' finally came down.... It's just a coincidence. They didn't think so."

"What happened?"

Melea asks with a strange face.

"The village is gone. After heavy rainfall like a natural mutation, with heavy flooding."

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"Then they wanted to keep me invisible and shapely. The word" demon king "had just rolled on the edge. They stood up again, turning fear into hatred, and turning me into a detonator of relapse, wondering if I would lose to God. The human will to succumb to fear sometimes becomes a source of prosperity"

"You..."

"I was glad that they were back together. But there was no place for me there. That village was protecting me, for better or worse, but not after the case. They feared me on their own, hated me on their own, and I fled from there. I wonder if being human halfway became a vendetta. I still wonder how easy it would have been without the emotions."

The cult keeps smiling.

But the grin was somewhere sad.

"I don't know what my existence means. My existential significance was always defined around me. I don't even know why I'm reborn, and it's riddled with mysteries. But..."

The cult returned the spirits on the back of his hand to the sky, then saw the demon kings on the spot.

"It's been a lot of fun lately to be with everyone like this. Even if there's nothing like existential significance, I'd love it if everyone was laughing a little bit. That's why I'm trying to protect this place. It's only recently that I've been able to define myself, my existential significance."

When the cult laughed softly, Merea was approaching the cult.

And Merea - graciously held the cult.

"What's going on? Merea."

The cult is suddenly embraced by Melea, making her eyes squeeze.

"You can stay here."

"Haha, when you say it again - you kind of light it up"

"It would have been hard"

"Well... just a little bit?

The cult brings its head in comfort while being embraced by Melea.

"The reason I became the Demon King is a little different from everyone else. I'm not as stuck with clues as everyone else. [M] That's why I want to help make sure that everyone's temper soothes a little. Really, that's all I have now."

"Oh, nobody denies your existence. I won't let anyone deny it."

"Yeah. - I really wanted to get along with those villagers normally too..."

He was born a fearful being, but therefore an affliction.

The cult's distress is only known to the cult.

But the Demon Kings acknowledge the cult as it is as a companion.

That was just what the cult was looking for.

"Again, all the world, man is foolish and difficult"

And when we meet, it comes abruptly.

"Nevertheless, he's a man who emits a nostalgic smell"

A harsh voice that is neither Merea's nor cult's.

When Merea looked up holding the cult, it was on a thick tree.

"Name. Who are you?"

One of the big ones stopped.