Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Seriously, no. What is this dish?"

Sisalis Nation (Fourth Diocese).

A pompous and grumpy voice echoed in the corner of that place, also known as the 'upstream compartment', where the influence of Sisalism was low.

"What do you mean, you're paying a fortune?"

The place is an uninterrupted small and beautiful restaurant.

It used a lot of elaborate interiors and calm orange surgical lights, and it was called a luxury store.

The people in this country don't know what gold's worth.

Repeatedly complaining was a young man characterized by upside-down golden hair.

He wears a gold outfit all over his body and a gold ring with jewels on all his fingers.

"Wow, I paid you, didn't I? 'Cause it's an advance."

"Yes, sir"

A blonde looks sharply at the waiter who was hitting the corner of a private room.

"I trusted the title of a luxury store and paid in advance. So, you're gonna pay all this money, so naturally you think it's gonna come out good, right? Yet if they serve food that's not worth the money, then it's pretty and natural, isn't it?

"also, sorry"

The waiter trembles on his shoulder in response to a man's complaint.

"Hey, you think so too, don't you?

And so the blonde asked one beautiful woman who was sitting face to face and eating as well.

"I guess your mouth is fat. I have no complaints at all about these dishes"

"What? What the hell, dude?"

The beauty had blue hair long enough to think she would be on the floor.

"Or be a little quiet. It's in the way of a meal."

"Ah?"

Then, now the beauty with blue hair tells the man.

"You can eat so much good, you have to taste it well"

"Ka! This is why I don't like poor ones! I'm so happy that gold can taste delicious delicacies from all over the world."

"It's not determined to be delicious because of its high value. Besides, people have their own tastes. Something delicious for you may not be delicious for me either"

"I guess. Definitely. You and I don't have the same taste. The amount of money you have in the first place is small."

A blonde stares at a gold ring over a ceiling surgical lamp.

"... Ha, you're shredded. You can back off for now."

"Sorry for this time......"

Waving firmly at the waiter who bows his head over and over again, the man takes a breath.

Then he turned his gaze again to the blue-haired woman sitting in front of him, with a slight grin.

"You and I don't have the same taste. But I have a glimpse of your abilities."

"Really?"

"Your artefacts, like" Lilysis, "then it's gold."

"That was created to live, not to make it gold"

"I don't know."

Without a bare gesture at all to deal with, the man returns a sigh to the blue-haired woman who answers lightly.

"You've come back to life with each other. Can you help me make some money?"

"You, you're surprisingly quiet if you don't get out as strong as you just did when you decided you were weaker than yourself."

"... ah?

A woman used a knife and a fork to cut the thin meat on the plate, she said without hesitation.

"Oh, it's hard. I never knew it would be so hard to cut meat with silver dishes."

Apparently, the woman did not fit the beauty with its nobility and was not good at handling silver dishes such as knives and forks.

"If this was the case, I would have taught the other kids in" Spiritual Mountain. "If it's around Leilas or Flander, it's royal and the table manners should have been yours..."

The woman is bitterly judging the meat on the plate as she says bumps.

"Hey, undo what you just said"

"Why do you need to revoke it if you just stated the facts?

Even if the blonde man tells her in an intimidating atmosphere, the woman doesn't move at all and is pale without even pointing her gaze at her.

"I am the Gard-Rim-Windsor, who is at the top of the merchant world."

"Oh, is that right? I don't know that name."

"... damn, it's a different time to have lived"

The blonde was small and malicious.

"Well, even if I lived in the same era, I don't think the results would have changed"

"What does that mean?"

When the man asked, the woman finally turned her gaze to the man and said without evil.

"Because if you had been born in my time, you wouldn't have lived that long"

"What?"

"You, indeed, may be better than people in terms of economic power. But in my time it didn't do much good."

"It's not stupid. The (...) force (...) of gold (...) is (...) ten thousand (...) able (...)"

"- Ha ha."

The woman laughed when she heard the man's words.

Now it was not a loud laugh, but it seemed to be funnier in the heart.

"What's wrong?"

"No, I thought it was funny how values change so far when times are different. The power of gold is universal. I see. It's an interesting joke."

"... hey"

And so he finally got up because the blonde couldn't stand it.

Take the silver dish that was on the table and point it at the woman.

"I'm tied up with the Necromancer like this, but I'm not really on the map."

There was a surgical activation.

The silver dish the man held in his hand turned golden and eventually changed to shape and it became a sword wave.

"I'll show you once and for all."

One step forward as a man turns his gold sword cut to a woman and circles around the table.

"I don't mind if you intend to... but let me give you some advice for once. If you take the second step (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), move (...), (...), (...)"

"If you can do it, do it. I ask the Necromancer what you are, but I've never seen it in my eyes. So I don't even believe you."

That said the man took a second step.

"Fine."

That moment.

A huge surgical formation unfolds behind the woman.

It was an exquisite set of procedures that were fast and even beautiful.

Immediately after, it emerges as an event.

"Three Tails of Black Earth."

It was like, three black tails thick as a serpent.

"Eh."

At first glance I can see that it is precisely controlled.

Even though it's big enough to cover up the room, it hasn't scratched the wall at all.

"On the other hand, I think it's okay to kill you here because you don't seem to be the same in terms of strength."

The woman said without any evil at all.

"- Oh, shit. I have a habit of putting it in three in the process of teaching Melea. Just a moment, please. Because I'll add more stuff to make it feel good and crumble."

And, the woman overlaps the surgical ceremony as though she remembered.

Three tails turned into six.

"A tail made of stone."

"If that's what you think, I think you should take the third step."

The man observes his tail as he swallows his spit.

As far as I can tell, the material is ore.

I see no strange thing besides the fact that the color is deep black everywhere.

But the man didn't feel he could scratch that tail, no matter what sharp weapon he had.

"Sit down if you're unwilling. I've told you many times, it's in the way of your meal."

A woman drops her gaze on the meat on the plate again.

Even during this time the woman had not let go of the knife and fork in her hand.

With a slightly tedious grip, the woman concentrates on cutting meat again.

In contrast to her adult beauty, she also looked like a young girl to suffer from meat on a plate.

"... damn it"

The man pulls his leg with great evil.

"It's a good decision. Ah, I'm finally out!

A woman gives a happy voice as she twirls six blacktails on her back.

"... what the hell, you guys"

The man knows that the woman in front of him belongs to a certain faction.

Even when it comes to factions, it is not officially determined to be so.

Thus there were those who possessed the same roots among the dead who were summoned and received flesh by the Necromancer from the Heavenly Sea of Souls.

Different times of birth.

Living environments are different.

The called issue is also different.

But they seemed bound in some big light.

"Besides, he always brings the" God "."

"I have trouble telling you. Because the issue is not what we put on ourselves, but what people put on their own."

Man - "Gard-Rim-Windsor" wasn't.

He once named himself "Alchemist."

"Oh, no, I know your issue, but you haven't heard your name yet."

Gard, who sat back in his chair like he'd given up, asked the woman.

The woman swallows the meat she puts in her mouth and then gently pays off her forehead before telling her.

"-" Clear-Lilith ". They called me Earthly God."

Not long before Merea reunites with Van Esther, the "wind god", in the academic city of Aios.

One of the "oldest English spirits", who lived an era even older than the "Wind God", was descending on the land of a distant Sisalis nation.