Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Going around the entrance to the church, the first three eyes showed a large stone statue imitating a person.

Behind the church, the statue, made of white stone, is retained in the form of prayer against the background of a stained glass attached to the wall.

The model was a woman with loose robes woven with angelic feathers growing on her back.

"You're more idyllic than I thought."

When I saw the stone statue, Salman blushed.

"I needed a visible shape so fools could see it."

"It is true that the teachings of the old Cysalis were originally for the higher peoples"

Salman shrugged his shoulder deliberately to Kleilut's answer.

"I think so. Believing in shapeless things is difficult for ordinary people. Essentially, people want to believe in what's visible."

"Well, maybe that's true."

It is indeed difficult to unconditionally believe in the invisible, the shapeless.

The pure poverty (Seihin) orientation of the old Sisalis is also something that the hopeless, who are surrounded by capitalism, hold around.

Originally supported by superior (...) Xiu (...) Na (...) humans who can muster enough capital, so it's not strange if they don't know how to add or subtract because of excellence, and interpret the meaning of 'clean poverty' in an expanded way to put up extreme anti-idolatry, but if they make ordinary humans believe strongly in it, the story will change.

"Teaching is always asking for something like the authority of the spokesperson in order to collateralize its legitimacy. Who would believe that if someone who makes garbage pickup a business on the side of the road preached a teaching to get rich?

Likewise, would people admire it if a boy who is not yet old talked about what life is all about?

"- Would people accept it if someone called the Demon King preached the irrationality of the world"

"... right"

Salman wrote his head to me and made it look bad.

"Well, there's people out there."

Then he finds a figure in one of the benches where Salman was placed in rows inside the church.

"A child."

It would be a girl because of the thinness of the line.

The girl wore a white robe representing the Sisalist faithful.

"It feels weird to leave right now, and once you sit down?

Returning a nod to Kleilut's suggestion, Salman sat back in the chair about three times from the girl's sitting seat.

- A traveler?

It was just after that that a calm tone of voice rose from the girl's back in addition to her thoughts.

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"Oh, yeah, but"

"Right. Well, you should take your time."

The girl doesn't turn around.

Only a strangely quiet voice echoed within the church as it seemed.

"You were talking funny earlier."

"Did you hear that?"

It's a good ear.

The girl sitting in front pointed at her ear without turning around and appealed.

"- Oh, I see."

Shortly afterwards, I said as if the girl was convinced of something without waiting for Salman's words.

"What the fuck?"

"No, you've lived a long time."

……

At this point, Salman had already invested in his body so that he could move whenever and wherever he could.

The conversation with Kleilut just now is about discouraging ourselves from being the Demon King.

In addition, I do not think that those who have no interest in themselves will bother to speak to themselves in such idle churches.

Salman stares at the girl's back, cursing her nagging slightly inside.

"What do you mean?

"No, we're talking about this one"

"Don't shoot at me. And when I'm convinced, I don't feel good about it either."

"Hehe, so angry (...) eh (...) f (...) li (...), yet you are calmly observing my one-by-one throw," The Quickly Moon ". The fist grips lightly, and the toes of his feet tend to the feel of the floor so that he can move quickly at any time with force. - I see. You just did what you looked like."

"Eh."

Salman's shoulder moves tingly.

- This guy, how did he look at us?

Not once since I joined the church has this girl turned around.

Yet the girl let Salman's insides hit with one shot.

Salman's vigilance gradually rises.

"No, what, I just put some tears on it. Don't be so alarmed.... You said you were a traveler earlier, but it would be on some edge to meet in a church that was so rummaged up. Will you be my speaker for a moment?"

"I don't really like to chat."

"You have such a chatty ba (...) ke (...) mo (...) no (...) inside you?

At that moment, Salman moved all at once at such a rate that his companions around him could not react.

He jumps up with his foot in the chair in front of him and turns directly from the top to the front of the girl with a lightweight figure.

"What do you know?"

Unleash the Demon Fist on your right arm. A purple photon sprayed up from its arm.

"Could be anything."

Girls don't make it faint to see a Salman like that.

"Look, if you make your emotions so expensive, the bucket will talk again."

The girl grinned and pointed at Salman's right fist under her eye-catching hood.

――

Shortly afterwards, the voice of Ba (...) Ke (...) Mo (...) No (...) echoes in Salman's head.

"Ugh."

But Salman shook it off to one hassle, one step closer to the girl and glanced at its face.

"Better not look"

"What does that mean?"

As initially expected, she seemed like a girl who wasn't even old enough.

Pottery white skin. Black hair peeking from the gap in the hood.

If you look closely, the robe that is wrapped around you will be rash.

"You'll regret it"

"I wonder"

Salman doesn't mind moving his gaze to the girl's eye.

From under the slightly bearded eye, he eventually moved into his eyes.

"Eh."

Red-purple eyes to be inhaled and gaze crossed.

At that moment...

"Stop!!"

Salman remembered the feeling of 'something' coming out of her two big eyes but coming inside through her own.

When I realized it, I was waving my arms and screaming to block that 'something'.

"Come inside me!!"

"That's why I told you not to look"

A girl sighs at him.

"What the hell did you do!

"I didn't do anything. I didn't mean to do anything. It's just that when you see me, you can do that."

Salman tried to close his eyes.

However, no matter how much effort is put into it, the eyelids (eyelids) do not move.

The gaze remained directed at the girl's red-purple eyes to be inhaled, leaving her physical freedom ineffective.

"Sal!" "Saloo!

I noticed an anomaly. Lyna and Mina immediately try to rush over to Salman,

"You guys stay there! Don't come over here!

Salman stops it.

"So do you guys!

He also stopped the "King of Thieves" Kleilut and the "King of Knives" Murashar, who had further lost their possessions, and Salman regained consciousness to the girl once again.

"You're a buddy, aren't you?"

"Ugh, just do something about this"

"I can solve it on my own after a while. Until then, well, be patient."

What the hell are you doing now?

"I'm looking at something I don't even want to see"

"What's that about?"

"Mind"

The girl said pale with a faceless face like a doll.

"My heart?

"Yes, I can no longer think of a normal human mind, but I can still see the mind of a Demon King like you."

"Who are you?"

Says Salman as he blocks one eye with his hand.

The girl answered the question, not to mention her thoughts.

"It's who you're looking for, Fist Emperor."