Hyaku Ma No Aruji

The first night of the day the demon kings reached the Sisalis nation.

The only Shaw-Jules Sherwood who was acting differently was somehow outside the diocese again.

- Far away...

The place to go is set.

It is the landscape that is changing, but the body remembered which path would lead to the place of destination.

The problem is that the path is more daunting than I thought.

"Weird... I should have climbed lighter back in the day..."

Is this the result of lack of exercise?

Is it because I'm old again?

No, but I must have started exercising a lot over the last few months. - Mainly in action.

There's nothing I can do about aging, but I'm not old enough to be caring about my hips yet. - For once it is only too long, and from an older person's point of view, it is to the extent that it is permissible that it means young people.

"Oh......"

Huh, so Shaw remembered those twins.

"I see, a child is always a monster of health."

I've been climbing this rugged ramp for a long time now.

I was barely ten years old.

I always took two heirloom princesses next door and never got tired of going up this hill.

"Mourning Hill, Cararis"

A little hillside east of the Sisalis.

Through the depressed and lush woods, it is situated in front of a view of the great sea to the east.

The southern continent is a relatively undulating continent, but in it this hill was actually in just the right narrow space.

Place mountains to the right and valleys to the left, and the more you look west, the more you can see the sunset straight.

But even in such a precious place of spectacular scenery, not many people now visit.

The reason was clear.

"How many souls have ascended from here to that heavenly sea?"

Once, there was a massive war on this hill.

There is now no war between 'a certain country' and mysterious forces coming from the north.

Precisely because a certain country had alliances with a number of urban states around Sisalis, it was not a single battle, but in any case because a certain country was doomed because of that war, it is now too much to talk about.

"Where that mysterious force came from"

Technically, it is considered a mystery.

But Shaw had a shawy answer.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. This

And that was then.

As soon as Shaw raised his face toward the hill, he heard voices from above.

Looking up into the sky...

"A winged lion (Griffon) is a cowardly hand...! What a clown......!

A winged lion goes over Shaw's head.

On its back is one clown with a modest makeup.

"Caesar!

"Haha, they still call me by that name"

He was Caesar, a rare masculine performer met by a line of demon kings in the art city of Virgilia.

Well, I'm going first.

In the darkness of the night, Griffon flies loosely off the path of the sky illuminated by the light of a few stars.

Shaw inflicted evil on Caesar on its back about three times before speeding up his foot climbing the hill.

"You used to cry when they left you...!

Unexpectedly the tone becomes rough.

Back in the day, when I was just a child, I just didn't have the same formal tone as I do now.

Instead, it was closer to a rough tone like now.

For just a moment, Shaw falls into the illusion as if he had returned to his children.

- There was still another one then.

I always climbed the hill first.

Caesar is usually second.

She hated losing quite a bit too, something she used to cry about being left behind by herself, but there was always another shadow behind her like that.

- Bottom line of blistering. Little, flimsy, no strength lady.

Fu and Shaw look behind.

Only darkness stood there.

……

Another shadow that should have happened in those days - now it's gone.

◆ ◆ ◆

"Why... ha..."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... pup"

"What a deliberate way to laugh at that!?...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"If it's something you can do, go ahead"

It wasn't until about enough time after I reached the top of the hill of Calaris.

Shaw, for one reason or another, is out of breath, and Caesar, who waited at the top first, relaxes with Griffon's head.

Caesar looked as beautiful as he did when he was in the city of art.

The costume is not as flashy as it was in the city of art, but it is still a men's costume.

But that less flashy costume highlighted Caesar's jumping neutral beauty.

"I don't know how it used to be, but I'm probably stronger now"

"Hehe, hehe, I don't need you to lick this Shaw-Jules Sherwood! You're still a part of the Demon King's Union. I work out every day when it comes to defense skills......!... Yes, no, is it closer to being trained on your own..."

"To whom?

"Miss Elma... Miss Siladis... and sometimes to the three fools..."

"Three idiots?

"Oh, you didn't go to the City of Arts, so you didn't know."

"Well, then, try to replicate the scenes that inspired you to imitate each tone of defense."

That's what Shaw was told, and he instantly looked his hand down on the sword and shook it off his head.

"'You are too weak!!... What? Which one exactly?... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

"Ah, yes, yes, that little bit of head is made of muscle, and it feels like Elma."

Next.

"'Shaw is... weak, isn't he? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... But lately, I feel Eyes is firmer... Oh, yeah. - Shaw, too, armor, want to try it on?

"She still wearing that gutty full armor?

"You're taking it off at base."

"She's a beauty, and more importantly, even famous actresses in cities of art have a fling style, so you'd better be more open."

Last.

"'That, isn't it Mr. Shaw -! Huh? If I was caught off guard, did the armed merchant bother you? Ha-ha-ha! Mr. Shaw's mouth still spins like this, but he's weak! Oh, I'm taking Lara and Cult to the Big Star Tree Early Climb Competition next time, and Mr. Shaw's gonna do it with me to work out his body?

"Oh, I found out what it's more or less like to be kids. You're also a talented actor. And then she looks a little like Melea."

"I don't have a problem getting similarities."

Having played alone, Shaw finally takes a breath to correct his residence.

"And nevertheless - hmm"

Seeing such a chau, Caesar was grinning slightly with a wrinkle against her white skin without a spot of cloudiness.

I loosen my long hair that was wrapped around my neck, then deliberately bowed my sliced long eyes, and at the end I show my teeth.

It was a look that I could see if this was still the case.

"You're familiar with the demon kings."

Caesar lets him dance his thin, long limbs, letting him twirl around.

The top of the hill was as if it had gone on stage somewhere.

……

The descending stage of the night book.

But the moonlight and the starlight illuminate her golden hair slightly.

The wind did her limbs.

Clothes stir.

"Is that it? Could it have fallen in love?

Caesar asks with a slight bitter smile, suspicious of unresponsive chau.

"... Ha, no way"

Shaw sneers at the question with his nose.

- Even if you were really in love, what would you definitely say?

Shaw thought in his heart and lowered his back all the way to the top of the hill.

"So, Caesar. I'd like to exchange information soon."

"Oh, you've become a person who's not even really Locke. No, well, I don't know, aren't you a little more emotional or something?

"Emotion?"

Shaw looks at Caesar once, then glances back to the front again.

"Are you emotional?"

Shaw then took out what was out of his nostalgia and put just a few spermatic elements through it.

"What's that?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you at the Chamber of Commerce recently. It is easy to deal with the Kingdom of Kushana, one of the three countries that promotes the operation of the machine when it is in Lemuse, but it was taken from there for merchandise."

It was called the Mirror Surface of Star Vision.

It looks like a binoculars used to watch a play from a high audience in Opera.

The binoculars are either responding to Shaw's sperm or lightly obliterating the ore from his fingers sandwiched between the central fasteners.

"The amount of spermatozoa used to activate is really small. I don't have much of a normal sperm, but it's a great thing that I can easily activate."

"Hmm."

Caesar sits down next to Shaw, answering his lack of interest.

"Does it work? It's about stargazing, so it's for looking far away?

"That's one of the effects. But what makes these binoculars superb is that they brighten up the view in the distance, even on dark nights. Well, it's hard to add or subtract a teaspoon of light, and it's flawed that the scenery is still raw."

"If we can even the area well, we'll be able to take advantage of the night wars."

"Right."

While answering that, Shaw turned to Caesar once he removed his binoculars.

I have a rare and troubled look on my face.

"Me, too, but you've got a lot of color in your head."

"Oh, I thought so myself."

Totally troublesome stuff, sighs the two of us.

"That's what made a nasty world."

"Oh, my God."

"Yes, no way."

Since the word Demon King has been used arbitrarily, the world has become so much better.

No, before that.

"Should we rejoice that it's better than The Dark War Age"

"Ask the English spirits of the past."

"Unfortunately, unlike Melea, I don't have a knob there."

"That's a shame."

"If it's" The Wicked Demon King, "it is."

……

It's an uninteresting return, Caesar said, cleverly sticking his cheek cane with a triangular seat next to Shaw.

"What do you see?

Caesar asks Shaw, who starts looking across the hill with his binoculars again.

"Something really funny."

"Right."

"But it's something that invites wonder and sorrow."

"... right"

"I see a country of commerce"

"... is that country flourishing?

In Shaw's binoculars, the light was dancing.

Or glitter like a kaleidoscope, and twirl around to see the contours of what can't possibly be just a reflection of light.

"Oh, this machine is still defective"

Shaw looked up to heaven once he removed his binoculars.

The look on Shaw's face at that time was one that the other demon kings had just never seen.

Loneliness and remorse.

A face that never floats on the 'Golden Deceased' named Shaw-Jules Sherwood.

Once he said this when he named himself the White-haired Demon King named Melea.

"Chau-Jules Sherwood. - Of course it's a fake name!

Shaw himself, remembered that time and got a little nostalgic.

"Oh......"

Really, I miss it.

……

But at this time, Shaw saw a much older, much more nostalgic view in those binoculars.

For the time being, the view I thought I would never see again.

- The clown said.

"" Evans-Lynn-Windsor ". What do you see in that mirror?"

"- Now he's dead, my country, Windsor."

A string of stars flowed through the night sky.