Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Somehow, there are a lot of places within the same Sisalis."

"There are more people than just now..."

"Hey, dude? Shira, honey."

The demon kings, who took their lodging in what was known as the "Third Diocese" of the Sisalis, set aside their heavy luggage for the journey and rolled out to the city again.

Since it was an information-gathering outing, it was divided into several squads.

Next to the section with the inn, three people stepped into the fourth parish, also known as the "upstream section": Elma, Eyes, and Siladis.

"What do I do, Eyes... I'm gonna throw up"

A long beauty dressed in a distinctive patterned ethno-style costume - said Siladis with a bright blue face.

She was initially wearing a helmet (armet) and armor for her gaze, but it was just too conspicuous as it was to come to this compartment with many neat figures.

He wears a layer of clothes that climbs to five as a measure of bitterness, and a turban-like hat that hides "The Beast's Ear," and since then he has been walking all over the city looking down.

"Bag, are you there?

Eyes walking a little next to her like that just took the cloth bag out of her nostalgia and said.

"Eyes, it's great to be ready, but I kind of feel like the answer to that is a little different"

Elma said when she saw how those two were doing.

"Damn, why, I can't say well without Salman. Usually it's because he put a precise twitch in it..."

"What do you say first when this is the one!?" begins to bother Elma with her head.

"Elma, it's not a good idea, is it?

"Oh, yeah -"

"Rorororororororororororororo"

"You're gonna throw up in the end. Huh!

Elma protests in her big body when she sees Siladis vomiting on a bag she received from Eyes in the middle of the story.

"Well done, huh?

"Eyes, Elma, you... Ouroro"

The brown beast ear beauty keeps throwing up.

Eyes rubbing her back like that with a gentle grin.

Better than vomiting grandly in the middle of this compartment, but is this situation really correct?

Elma thinks he goes around in his head.

"Hmmm...... wow, I dunno......!

But at the end of the day, he stopped thinking and nodded loudly once.

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Then, after walking for a while, the three of them reached a place where a great many people were gathered.

"Sounds like a restaurant. Outside? Or are they waiting in order?"

As far as upstream compartments were concerned, there were not many shops that had left their queues unattended looking at the streets so far.

Perhaps there is a certain care for the landscape in front of the store because of the luxurious shops everywhere.

But this restaurant didn't seem to get around to it because of its so much prosperity.

"How good is the dish that comes out"

Elma's taste for food begins.

"Elma, lately, you've lost your eyes on something delicious,"

I said to Elma with an eyesore smile.

"Ahhhh...... maybe I do. I could have put anything in my mouth when I was a mercenary by myself. But after we all started eating slowly, we became conscious of the good food."

"It's a very, very good thing."

That Eyes grin was pitiful everywhere and more importantly a heartfelt grin.

It becomes conscious of the flavour of the dish.

That represents Erma's own mind freed up a little from the rough days of dawn in battle.

And Eyes seemed to rejoice in the matter from the bottom of his heart, as if it were about him.

"Oh, oh? I'm kind of watching Eyes smile. I can see this one."

Elma looked unexpectedly away from the smile of that Eyes and said, "I'm a woman.... a woman, right? Start saying things that don't make sense while you get all sorts of" etc.

"Ah."

"Hmm? What's up?

Such an elma. Eyes raised his voice short.

At the end of the line of sight is Siladis, who has just plucked his mouth.

"Shira, I threw up, so you want to eat again?

Says Eyes with his neck clenched.

Her long blonde hair swung innocently.

"No, that's just..."

Elma tries to stop Eyes saying it would be tight, but Ciradis at the time answers just like this.

"Oh, yeah."

"Are you going to eat it? Huh!

"Ugh!?"

Siladis, who answered with reluctance, has apparently grown accustomed to a somewhat large number of people.

I try to wrap my arms around my body for a long time, but my expression is a little lighter compared to when I was nagging all the time.

"Yeah, 'cause I'm hungry..."

Apparently, the stomach making is different from the usual.

As for Elma, I was proud that my stomach was quite tough, but at this time I thought that Ciradis' stomach might be more than that.

"Elma doesn't want meat...?

Elma answers Siladis with her chest stretched to the same peachy eyes as her hair and asked back half as she was surprised.

"No, I want to eat!!"

The three of them then head to the restaurant where they are queued.

The sun also set, and a number of splendidly decorated surgical lights began to shine bright lights around.

The residents of the upstream section who go down the road in ridicule.

An outside pedestrian trying to tow a two-headed carriage to his next commercial destination.

One enthusiastic Sisalis was giving a speech away.

"The present state of the Church is wrong!

"Isn't this the two dances we once had!

"I am filled with greed, and I begin to take more away from others!

"Now is the time to remember the true teachings of Sisalis!

All over the city, full of light and color, the white outfit he was putting together is rather Kasumi somewhere.

And as proof of that, those who were walking in the upstream compartment at this time were not listening to his speech as one.

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It wasn't until about forty minutes after that that that the three of them were finally able to take their seats at the restaurant.

There were moments when I wanted to put my neck around this as a gathering of information, but I couldn't replace my belly on my back.

Plus, a lot of stories popped into my ear just standing in a crowded upstream section.

"Oh, I'm doing my job right, guys"

"Elma, the belly monster is loud"

Ciradis says to Elma, who puts his chest up as if to excuse his people.

"But I figured out a lot just standing in the queue"

Of the clothes that Siladis was wearing, he continues, taking off two of his jackets and hanging them on the back of his chair.

"This is not a country so full of Sisalis."

"Oh, that sounds like it"

Elma nods to Siladis' words, too.

"You were right about Shaw. Rather, the 'country of commerce' that used to be around here suits me better"

It also looked a little like that 'city of art' Virgilia.

Flashy landscaped streets.

On the street is a group of merchants who prove the goodness of the gold medallion in the country.

Some pedestrians who would have come from outside have opened their own outdoor stores as well as wholesale goods.

Upstream compartments are for landscape focus or not so much, but if you still get a glimpse of them, there may be a large group of outdoor stores deployed in other - for example, mid-stream compartments.

"And maybe just the upstream compartment, but those 'white outfits' representing enthusiastic Sisalis were more like outsiders"

The teachings of Busairis, who honored the pure poverty, are shape-shaped.

The city goers had put gold, silver, and jeweled outfits on their fingers and arms, and they were colluding without hiding them.

"There was a church,"

I said as Eyes put his long golden hair back in his ear.

"Oh. But behind it was the 'Gold Lender'. I don't know... it's the end of the world"

"How can you be so, so prosperous"

While they fled to Lemuse with their own lives, and then again encountered many incidents, Sisalis was also making his own development.

It is now targeted as a stronghold for the control of the eastern continent of the Black Country Museg, but Sisalis is also gathering the Demon King behind it.

"The Pope's hand."

Or the thoughts of another.

"Together, the number of people truly represents the local power of that country. Big countries are simply strong."

There has been no mistake in that law since Elma was a mercenary.

Every time they were in a big country, they made them struggle.

"Museg may not be able to drop this country easily, either."

I say it somehow while waiting for Syradis to cook now or now.

"Well, it won't be easy. But Mooseg is unified as a single nation. In a country that specializes in 'fighting' and in this sisalis, you don't have the same amount of stomping power when you bump right from the front"

Sisalis is a big country.

But as you can see from the state of this divided parish, I don't think the people are very much pointing in the same direction.

One element of anxiety is that there are many pedestrians, and the number of people living in the territory is high, but not necessarily all of them are indigenous people.

"Sounds like you'd better go check out the low-stream compartment too soon."

Around what Elma said as she turned out to be "uhm," the food was carried.

A plate covered with a ball of silver.

In that plate, opened by the hand of the waitress, was a stunning serving of mountain vegetables and whitefish Muniel, like never before seen.

"Ooh..."

Definitely good.

Erma remembered a pity that it was not meat, but was immediately conscious of the fragrant discharge that arose from the fish.

"Damn! I don't know, but I can feel it eating like I always do in these fancy stores...!

Pimpy silver dishes arranged on the table in front of you.

For some reason, I keep three knives and a fork at a time.

- I don't know what that means.

Elma snaps her neck inside, but leaves it alone for the first time.

Instead she saw the other two.

"Mmm, yummy, Shira."

"Yeah, it's good"

At first, Elma only expected a little.

Regarding the so-called 'table manners', Isn't Eyes that exciting about Siladis anyway?

I don't know myself very well.

I have seen Melea planted table manners at Mariza's (Shiatsu) several times, but I didn't observe them very closely because I thought they were none of my business.

But I wonder what happened.

- These two are usually beautiful... eating... so.

Soft yet wasteless handwriting.

This is exactly what Lily means.

"Elma, aren't you going to eat?

Siladis, who cleverly cut white fish meat with a knife and pointed it at it with a fork and took it to his mouth, asked Elma.

"Yes, no, I'm a little suddenly hungry..."

Elma answers all the time.

She put her hands firmly in her moist dark hair and looked restless.

"It's a waste. Can I eat?

Siladis strangled me wonderfully, I said.

"No wait!!"

"Ugh!?"

Shiradis stifles his shoulders this time when Elma comes to a halt in a desperate phase.

"Oh, I tried to tell you I was hungry."

"Ugh, yeah. Then I wish I could eat..."

"Hmmm......"

Elma thinks she eats appropriately judged without worrying about her old self.

But after being with my buddies, I became a little interested in so-called 'femininity' or 'elegance'.

- At least if Merea doesn't hate me enough......

Melea at the time was also terrible when it came to table manners, but Mariza's is getting a lot better with it.

So, uh, I noticed.

- Are you kidding me, he's putting it down...!?

"Oh, my God..."

"Elma, the next dish is coming."

"Wow! Ma, wait! I'm going to eat now......!

In the end, Elma decides to eat the food with a look on her face.

It was delicious, but I didn't feel like I could remember that delicious until the next dish came out.

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At the end of the meal at that store, which was a course dish, Erma had reopened to enjoy the meal at will.

Siradis raised his face.

Perhaps under the turban your ears are moving tingly. It was my face that I felt something.

"Melea and a similar smell -"

"Merea?"

Ciradis' peachy eyes glimpse around.

Not in this hall.

What the three of them were eating in was a hall separated by a simple compartment between the seats.

From what I saw on the way in, they also have private rooms in the back.

"Don't worry about it"

Elma became a serious face.

"I'll see."

Then Eyes glances at you.

The next time she opened her eyes, there was a beautiful surgical pattern on those silver eyes.

"I wonder where."

The Devil's Eye.

Her power as the Demon King, capable of overlooking and clairvoyant vision from above, is largely helpful at times like this.

Rather, her power has been an irreplaceable force for the Demon Kings, who often take action outside of action these days.

"Probably right diagonal forward from the eyes"

On the other hand, Siladis, who identifies the subject's location solely by 'smell', is also excellent at intelligence.

Elma left her grasp of the surrounding situation to the two of us, and she put her hands on the pattern of the "Devil's Sword" hidden under her loose jacket so that she could move quickly at all times.

"What do you say?

Elma asks Eyes.

"Here, I guess..."

The eyes don't blink, but they still look something.

"... that?

The next moment.

"Disappeared,...?

Eyes wore his neck like a small animal.

"Yeah, it disappeared. The rest of the incense is broken."

"What do you mean?

Eyes and Siladis, both recognized that the subject had disappeared.

But will it be possible to erase the very existence from the private room that lies behind it during this moment?

"... that's so lame"

Elma takes a seat.

He turned toward the private room and spoke to one waiter, who was dropping his shoulder softly in front of the door.