Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"It's been a long time. It's been a long time.

Salman looks around and crushes.

I see scars by my body, but my voice was stable and I even felt more powerful.

"Um, Sal?

Shaw returns the words with a slightly more surprising look on Salman's abrupt return.

"Oh, you have a lot to say, but that's later. Besides, Elma probably said it first."

Salman waved one hand and answered, then this time staring at a point with his eyes slightly narrowed.

- Over there.

Shaw looks in the same direction, but there is nothing but the ordinary sisalis streets.

"Hey, Zeus."

Then I heard voices I wasn't used to hearing from the other side this time.

"Don't forget my words. Don't trust people easily."

"Ah? Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I know. But all right, then I'm with these guys."

Shaw was convinced at first glance that the boy was Salman's ancestor - the eighth generation (Fist Emperor) Selen-Aunas-von Luther.

Surgical tattoo engraved on both arms.

The effect of the battle or the fact that my body has a number of scars, but still no desire to fight this man, etc., springs up at all.

- Dimensions as a martial artist are too different.

It seemed almost merciless to me, just because it was a queue.

"My Zestis outburst was due to the betrayal of a samurai who accompanied me for many years. I didn't know she inherited the Luther family and the Eleas family 'smugness' long ago, which was what happened between the original ancestors. Ignorance became a sin, and eventually punished me."

"But you believed in people, too. You believed that samurai who kept waiting for you to come home to fight. That's why Zestis went wild when he was betrayed."

……

"If I hadn't believed it from the beginning, nothing would have happened. I'm not saying everything was good. But I can only feel a little salvation that Luther's collapse was triggered by his belief in people."

Salman and Selene gaze at each other.

"But you can't stay like this. When I'm done here, only sorrow and hatred will remain. So as a descendant of Luther, I decided to believe in people again. That's my role as a 13th generation Fist Emperor."

"Ha... on your own"

Right after laughing with his nose, Selene's body turns into a grain of light.

"If you're going to say that, at best stay and show me. That's all I can tell you."

Grain of light rising to heaven.

Shortly before most of her body became light, she saw only a few remaining Selene eyes (yes, she was) on the spot.

"- (Earthly God) Clear-Lilith"

It's a pleasure to meet you, the blood of a clan.

Clear stared at Selene as she returned to the sky like everyone else.

"Ha, it feels odd to meet a human being who knows his name by now"

"You were the reason why the Abominable Weapon of Sorrow was born. Well, I died before I even knew it was born, so I'm not too excited."

"That's what you guys call your souls from outside the world."

……

The tingling and clear eyebrows react.

"Did you use the Divergent Grass? You are madmen no less than our clan. li (...) n (...) d (...) ho (...) l (...) m (...) spirit (...) mountain (...) of (...) mountain (...) top (...) tied (...) et al (...) ru (...) is (...) ah (...) ru (...)"

The others who were on the spot didn't know what each word meant, but I knew Selene was packing the irony of whether this was even the case word for word.

"But as a Luther, let's thank you. My clan survived thanks to the Demon Gods you even had. And let's declare it."

Selene's voice at that time was somewhere delightful at a turn.

"It is we, Luther, who pull the cursed wedge of God."

"Surprisingly, you seem to have high self-esteem for your clan for living in the Dark War era. But I have trouble getting you to insult our child. Looks like you guys did sell a fight from the front to 'Arre', but we have our way"

"Haha, let's hope so. Well, in any case, my role is so far gone."

So Selene's body finally disappeared.

The sparkling emerald-colored light is also swallowed by far and heaven.

"Keep us out of mosquito nets and don't take it personally..."

Salman sighs finally watching the interaction between the two like that.

"I don't know what magnificent thoughts the famous past English spirits had, but we live in the present, so it's the best we can..."

Hikaru Salman turns his gaze on the clear.

"You're right."

Clear drowned his head small.

"Oh, I don't know how to deal with it. Uh... this is the time I want Melea... well, let's just say I screwed around."

He did his hand on his jaw. He was kind of thinking about it. It was Salman, but at the end of the day he only put a big sigh on him again and corrected his collar.

"Well, let's do something about this situation first"

Shortly after I say so, a huge ray of light unfolds on Salman's back.

A ripple of force that trembles with fright and air.

The heterogeneity of its existence, even from the eyes of those who are not magicians.

The companions who were on the spot look at Salman with their eyes round again.

"Um, Sal? I'm about to explode with a desire to hear a lot from scratch for now, but will this desire be resolved soon?

"You can't be. Kim's dead. Your brain is now being targeted by the Demon Bow."

"... Yes?

"Say it again," but Shaw opens his eyes all the time.

"I'm so willing to fuck him over there. I don't know what kind of relationship there is between you and Pope Sisalis, but if this city is so unplugged, it's a state of chaos.... Damn, it's a poor lottery to notice first"

Shortly after, the light of blue and white magic scattered from the point where Salman was just staring.

"This one's gonna be a little rough too."

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- I have power to protect myself.

At first, I thought with the power of the Demon Bow, I could live alone.

- Now it's time to hit it.

But when he was chased home and wandered the Northern Continent as the "Demon King", he met a certain monster.

The name of the compound was "Celias-Blood-Mouseg".

- Compared to alle......

Devil's eye with left eye engraved with telescopic ceremony acquired.

When those eyes captured that compound, it was incredible - 'My eyes fit'.

Almost impulsively he sets up a demon bow and releases an arrow.

But it was crushed by a creepy black hand revealed from that space on the shoulder of the monster, and at the next moment...

"Choose whether you want to live or die, in two seconds"

There was that in the back.

How did you get around?

No. How should I answer that more than that?

No decent thought turned in the state of being gripped with the biocidal appropriation, which is why the answer came out so that it leaked out of the core of the soul.

'- Right. So, if so.'

"Bow Emperor" Helga-Hayzlord sold his dignity that day in exchange for his life.

"Live my orders to feed.... you look cowardly. Unlike Merea-Mere, you won't even blade our moozeg. '

Later I learned that a person named Merea-Mere, whom the monster had spoken, was once the "demon god" who had crossed with this and won.

Would there have been another different path if we had met first?

"Lurk in Sisalis first. Sooner or later, that will be the battlefield. Do you want me to take you into the Heart Emperor, who doesn't know that reality?

But it's too late.

The arrow was released.

"I can't go back"

Helga's eyes follow a demon arrow that flies towards a short-haired man who looks far away.

And...

"You carry troublesome marks, too. Right, dude"

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"Huh!"

Once upon a time the sight flashes back.

My heart pulsed loudly at the voice I heard from behind.

"Don't even look at such a monster in the eye... no, well, I know how you feel"

Turning around, there stood a short-haired man who was just over there.

"Impossible. This happened twice. It's like...!

"Ah?"

Physically unlikely movements would be due to magic involving eighty-nine spatial formations and time manipulation, but as a first place, those magic is something that gets stuck in secret at the point of theory.

"Come on!"

"Stop it."

On the roof of the clock tower. Set up a demon bow nearby by backstepping through the shattered space.

The demon arrow you shot without getting in your hair,

"Unlike me, Zestis is no good at adding and subtracting."

Stopped by a ridiculously sized procedural formation spread out of the hand the man had put forward.

The blast bounces back in the aftermath of the collision.

"It's a demon arrow that's been granted a surgical penetration...!

"I know. That's the Seven Imperials, isn't it?

The man comes one step closer as he rocks the light wheel that unfolds on its back.

"But the surgical system built into the seven emperors you use is what Zestis knows best. Because I was built on it."

Helga pulls a dagger out of her hips and sticks it into the man's nose.

"Hey, wait, wait, shit, I don't know. You're a woman."

I thought I could stop like a demon arrow again, but now there's no expansion of the ritual.

Shortly after a glimmer of hope sprouted in Helga that there was still a winning chance.

"If they hit me that hard, I'll hit them. I'm not even pretty."

A dagger poked at him is knocked down with a knife of rough speed.

"Ah."

Face up.

I see a man's face.

In those eyes - there was a sharp light that seemed to rip my body apart just by looking at it.