Hyaku Ma No Aruji

A voice is echoing in my head.

――――

That's a little different from what people use.

But I clearly figured out what I was saying to Salman.

- Stop it, don't call me by that name.

――――

Still, the demon called his name happy.

-... are you happy?

Probably is.

All the way in the back of consciousness. The presence I could really feel in my head seemed to be shaking like a child.

- I wonder what you are.

"The Seven Imperial Instruments Are Not Possible" was born by the Luther clan.

He mingled with people, his own ego sprouted, and consequently destroyed his country, Luther.

――――

- Oh, well.

Demon Fist Zestis does not answer Salman's vague question.

I'm just letting myself jump in the back of my consciousness, even though I'm glad I was called.

- It's a child.

Lyna and Mina appeared on the back of Salman's brain.

- You, you're just a child.

Children who rejoice in being praised by their parents.

If you don't like it, you lock us in, and if you want to help someone, you run out without thinking ahead.

- So you blew up Luther.

It was the eighth generation (Fist Emperor) Selen-Aunas-von Luther that inspired the demise of the motherland.

Selene was on the front line at the time in a number of wars to protect Luther.

The day to come, the day to come.

No matter how wounded you are, you'll be on the battlefield with the power of Demon Fist, and eventually...

- It's broken.

Not the body, but the spirit.

――――

So Demon Fist Zestis wiped out Luther himself to protect the host he loved more than anyone else.

They tried to erase what was at the root of the battle.

- I guess I read Selene's mind because I don't think you make that much advanced judgment.

I wouldn't have thought to destroy my home country with Selene.

However, at the end of too many repeated wars, weary Selene might have thought "without this country".

No one with power.

No of those born as princes.

Perhaps Selene was not the kind of person to escape from it.

- Humans, I guess.

Luther's sin was to let Selene carry too much of the burden of the war.

――――

- You just wanted to protect your host.

Second, Salman realizes.

This is how I recognized another consciousness behind my consciousness that was innocently delighted, and for the first time I knew it.

――――

and perceive Zestis' consciousness pointing in a different direction on the pretext.

- What's the matter?

If Zestis had been in human form, he would have definitely turned his neck around.

The destination of that consciousness was different from the direction in which Salman's ego existed.

――――

Salman likewise turns his consciousness in that direction.

Shortly afterwards, the sad emotions from Zestis to Vertigo came through.

- What... it is.

Sadness, regret, untrained, - screaming.

Salman's spirit is irritated by the violent pressure of emotions that flow unrestrained.

- This... feels...

Two, in the darkness behind consciousness, it appears with a clear form.

Sandy hair, purple eyes.

My body is a small child, but my arm has a demon fist tattoo.

The way you scream in a certain direction with a large grain of tears - it looked a lot like your old self.

- No, it's not...

That rather resembled a portrait of Selene that I had only seen once in the past.

――――!!

A huge wave of emotions exposes Salman's spirit.

- Oh, ma... sa...

"Sal!"

"Saloo!"

Moments later, a clear young girl's voice pierced Salman's spirit.

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"Wake up, monkey!" "Get up -!!"

Vision opens.

The darkness that had spread everywhere had disappeared somewhere.

"I..."

"Ah! Wake up -!" "Silly Saloo!

"You stupid monkey... you're too cheap. And don't be like the names of weird animals."

A broken church. Fellows looking at this one with a worried face.

Lyna and Mina are jumping happily through their clothes.

- Oh......

But in their eyes, there were tears.

"Wretched."

Salman finds out what situation he was in with Lyna and Mina.

"I was worried."

"Not at all!" "Not at all -!

Salman sees his friends after doing the twin's head, saying it was bad.

"I took care of him."

"That's not true. We owe it to you."

Answer by shaking the red hair knitted in three by King of Thieves Kleilut in the back.

There was a slight bitter smile on that face, but at the same time I could see the color of relief.

Seeing that look on his face, Salman assumed that Kleilut was genuinely worried about himself.

- Well, you're worried too.

"Whose fault is it"

"Ha, not at all"

Salman grinned bitterly as he hand-paid the dust on his clothes.

"So, that's it."

"Salman?"

"Oh, Siladis, I've been worried about you."

"I forgive you if you cook good meat dishes later"

Salman replied with a laugh to the siladise that swelled his cheeks.

"Ha, okay."

"So, what's next?

"There's a place to go."

……

"You know somehow."

Salman sees Siladis with a strangely serene face.

Siladis also knew what Salman wanted to say.

"You smell like me, you feel it, don't you?

……

It was a picture star.

For just a moment now Siladis has felt a very similar smell to Salman.

It's like being a parent and child, but there's a strange odor mixed in there.

"What if I said no?

"No, you don't."

"At least since Merea came..."

"I won't even let him carry the load my issue carries. He's just carrying a hundred untrained English spirits."

That's how Salman walks out.

We're headed upstream.

"I guess I should be thankful in a way. You know, like Reaper.

"Hey, it's okay to convince yourself, but you haven't forgotten we're here, have you?

So Kleilut walks out to follow Salman.

Salman looked at Kleilut's slightly musty face and laughed.

"Absolutely. I'm gonna ask you guys to give me amulets."

"I won't say no, but that amulet includes you, doesn't it?

Salman shall be proper to the words of Kleilut.

And...

"Ha ha! Yeah, I guess so. Mereally, yes."

"Isn't that strange? I can't believe you've been with him longer than we are, even for a moment, disobeying the way the League of Demons is. We are the same demon king. It is true that personal freedom is spoken of, but our leader, Merea-Maire, will try to save his companion from death."

"Right."

"And you help yourself. I wasn't even wished for, but on my own. I don't hate that statement. [M] Help on your own. - So I'll let you do the same."

Kleilut opened his palm and lined up next to Salman making sure of the surgical engraving engraved there.

"Same with me."

Then, at some point next to each other, the (sword king) mullah shark is lined up, and he likewise holds a machete on his hips with his hand.

"I got a comfortable place. Thank you. To clear up the untrained that I couldn't return."

"You've been struggling, too. Right.... Well, if it's the Demon King, it's natural.... right, let me hear it next time."

"What?"

"Talk about your issue. And then I said," Indirectly, but Melea's helping me. "

"... oh, I don't mind. But it's not such a big deal. The Knife King is a distant issue for some Far Eastern tribes. I'm not talking about the life and death of a nation like you."

"But it's important. It's not big or small of what I was involved in. The sorrow and anger associated with the name Demon King can be measured in the same way, even if it's the same Demon King."

"... right"

"But I can take it"

"... oh"

Salman, speaking so forcefully, speeds up the walk.

"Sal!" "I'm going too!

"Hmm? Yeah, but you guys..."

"I'm a demon king, too!" "Monkey!

Two girls grabbed Salman's clothes.

I have a firm determination in my watery eyes.

……

I don't want to take you as Salman either.

But...

"... right. If you're Demon Kings too,... right"

A child.

I want to protect it.

But they are also Demon Kings.

This demon king's union is one of a kind.

"Protect what you say."

"Monkeys are the ones who can't do it!" "Sorry!

My sister Lyna says imitating Salman's tone, and my sister Mina repeats it with pleasure.

"Ha, okay."

That's what Salman said. He turned forward.

I don't even put them on my shoulders as usual.

Now it's just - I can take you back as an equal companion.

"Oh, I forgot. I was the head of the Demon King's Sword."

The head of some troops entrusted to Melea.

The task is to fight.

Defend at times and destroy enemies at times.

In this day and age, the avant-garde forces take the initiative to carry out the most inevitable vocation as demon kings.

The figure of Salman, who at this time can take his companions behind him, is reminiscent of Merea, who once led his companions in battle against Mouzeg.

"He's young, for once."

With that in mind, Salman eventually concentrated on Zestis' consciousness.

Modern fist emperors crush small.

"You're there. - Selen-Aunas-von Luther"