"So."
"Yeah."
"I have a lot to ask you."
Kingdom of Stellatia, Lisertia. From the squares of such a small city, a circular archipelago of oily doughnuts, described as being located in the southern part of the continent, with vanishing magic and mundane so-called "transfer magic”. Apparently, I “flew in" with Mr. Rex in the dungeon that will be held on one of those islands [Borderline Forest (Limes Fleur)].
"Because Bell would like to be caged in a place where no one is, if possible."
"Nevertheless, I'm surprised you know the forest of boundaries," said the beautifully shaped person sitting directly opposite him, smiling. Yeah, a few years ago, I found a "dungeon record” in an old bookstore on the edge of Teito with that name on it. This is also a talking point by presenting the source of knowledge.
"Yeah... I did say that..."
"Nobody's going to be here for a while. Even with the ability to read tidal currents and the rare luck of its kind, it's the entrance."
And I said, "Well, he's going to be at the entrance, and he's going to turn around and smile so cool."
"Sure, because it's a land that no one will be able to reach for a while.... the way you put it, I mean, here, even in the forest of boundaries," behind "---?
"As always, it's a good idea. Hard to count, but several demons close to 150. Looks like we're rolling around."
"Huh!!
Well, breathe with me. Normal as breath. Because it's a light, not eye area, such as Tower Wrath (Eela) LV.120, which I met at Trullis Poda.
And, I mean, this dungeon in the first place. It is a ton of demo modernity that crosses level 100 from the entrance. So I was somewhat convinced that no one was in there for about 3,000 years, no matter how suspicious the ancient books were. The endless mystery of why a guidebook like this is in a bookstore in the corner of the Empire remains. In a subtle reminder of the time, sentimental feelings come to mind.
As I told Feel-kun's party a while ago at Trulis Poda, it's impossible to challenge people like brave men unless they're going to make it easy to push limits. It was also a story I thought. Conversely, if you want to party with Phil, and you want to be at the top of several races, it's a "maybe" story if you gather people like that. Well, even if they were willing to challenge you in one, I wonder if the biggest problem is procuring boats? And. Oh, but there's definitely Dragon King over there, so I think it's easy to fly... but blurry.
Anyway, grunt, grunt, think, breathe one to calm down.
From the place of the transfer, at the end of his eyes and nose, he watched the stone house and cleaned the living space with something that Mr. Rex might call "life magic”. The buttocks are slightly limp, but it is a small meeting with a desk made of stone and chair furnished furniture, with both hips down and tea served.
The first item on the agenda, Mr. Rex's actual possession of the propriety of magic activation, was treated as an unshakeable truth in me because I saw with this eye the magic of transfer and cleaning.
Plus, I didn't ask, but I moved to the [border forest] because I said I wanted to pull a cage. Awkward but processed.
—— I mean, is this your fault? If you follow the original, is it your fault? Is it my fault that it's here...
and the inner heart, though concave with Shen (Chen). Right, well, okay. Nobody's here. Nobody's coming. Over a hundred. Around the point where something is cut off, long live the hiding! and. I let them spread their hands dignified, because no one would see them, even though that was the hand of their heart that they did not wave towards someone.
So f and look out the wide stone window with no window frame. In a garden of overly peaceful sights, even though it is said to be in a dungeon, a mild breeze that is approximate and a climate that seems warm.
"There's no monster gushing here, is there a safety area?
And ask casually.
"Oh. Right."
To be nothing, I turn again to the person who gave me the answer, stretching my spine with tin.
"Uh... can I ask you something that's hard to hear, Zuba?
Mr. Rex quietly returned the cup he was mouthing.
"Whatever."
and spared no effort to zero the glossy grin.
- I told you. Right now, I said anything, or something, right?
Push caution in your mind, then don't hesitate, and be willing.
Hey, I'm still confused in my head, too, but he activated the magic that was supposed to be “unusable” in one go, and he had so much magic in him.
In addition to that, in this day and age, I tried to express the magic of vanishing, the transfer of space, which no one could use.
Moreover, no one has come in about three thousand years, in the middle of an archipelago that has crossed the sea (or less), with its destination in a dungeon beyond level 100. It's also important to see how such extrajudicial magic can be used, but how did you “know" that a safety area, located inside such an unrealistic dungeon---is even questionable.
I, reluctantly, identify the person and get rid of the last stray.
"Mr. Rex."
"Ah."
"You… who are you ---?"
What comes to mind as we speak is our conversation of the past.
One of the hidden rooms in the "Tower of the Great Sage (Arias)” is a room where you get the benefit (gift) of visualizing the status of others. Once upon a time, I stumbled upon it when I tried. That's why I got it. "
'Really? There's such a trick in Arias' tower... I was already surprised, even Mr. Rex wasn't actually talking about brave men, or something. '
"Oh, that's an impossible story."
At that time, he totally denied the possibility of his brave career.
In addition to that, one example.
"Don't you use magic?
"Magic..."
"... are you superior without magic"
'Hmm?'
'Actually, I heard Mr. Rex holds the position (about) of Adventurer Guild. I thought I'd climb that far without magic.'
"Exactly. A miracle would be too much."
At that time, he clouded the propriety of magic activation, but to such an extent that he did not make the Adventurer's Alliance aware of its potential, he must have thoroughly concealed the use of magic.
That's what it means to be an Adventurer Guild "Possessor”. Many people have unique sensibilities about climbing down in the Adventurer Alliance, but when it comes to being named number one in the rankings, things like work credibility and "being alone” become part of the consideration… yes. Rumor has it that someone else has requested an observation or something. Even with the eyes that have taken away about half the credibility, if you become famous, that's all the people's eyes will look at, so you can't fool others with a single strand.
So, honestly, it's hard to think about it, but I'm guessing he even dared to “hold position” with a single piece of physical attack, with the proper magic activation. If you say it with loving disdain, you're a pervert... (... ω...) b, to the point.
"My intelligence is 75, my luck is 40."
'It's more surprising to me. I thought Mr. Rex was the luckier one.'
I thought you said "bad luck” when you asked me to look for light grass.
"Uh, speaking of which, I feel that way."
Regarding this, the fact that the status is "normal” is something that cannot be solved.
I feel slightly more intelligent, but simply think about it. Why do residents of this world have a "normal” status when they are physically pushing with proper magic activation? Only two numbers: intelligence and good fortune, and I don't think I can guess everything! And it's going to piss me off, but isn't that why “unusual” numbers and letters are engraved in the absence of hidden statuses? and.
'How old is Mr. Rex like that? You don't look like you're in your 20s.'
'All of a sudden you've said it's a direct ball, and you're outrageously old, right?... although it stopped at 24 in the mood. Right...... let's keep our actual age a secret. Well, naturally, he's older than the brave ones in the east.'
Especially this.
You still look like you're in your late twenties or thirties, but aren't you actually going to be older or something? speculation.
At that time, as the word "long-lived species” came out of his mouth, isn't he the one living in such a “perpetual bloodtide”? And. There are elements in this world that can be as strong as you've worked out. Then it's not surprising that we spent an eternal amount of time on a status increase that only people can't think of. hence the high level of intelligence and, in a sense, the luck value of an independent individual (rack). What an inexorable story, and I'm clear inside.
So.
Who are you? ---?
The question is also exquisite.
Really, are you a "what” ---? Do you belong to a "what” pedigree---? And I guess I should ask, what are you!? Who are you rather than!? I wonder if I should be impressed to ask. It was just a trivial care.
That goes against my expectations.
No, more than I imagined.
"Who ---?"
Asked, Mr. Rex smiled in praise of colorful incense.
--Ah. Did you get something right? (...;)
and confused me without knowing where it “hit” me.
"One year ago I was a wise man. His name is Arias. He started playing games. If you tried to erase your own record from the“ world ”that was devastating after the collapse of one era, what would become of the afterlife ---?. It was simply a procession."
"... eh"
"Long time ago, remember? Bell was in Phantom Town at that time, and he whined."
Remember that? to, yeah? and here we first urge ahead.
In fact, my head wasn't covered enough to immediately remember what I said.
Did Mr. Rex, for the time being, crudely understand with a face with a falling in love face, without showing any change in his expression?
He said, "He's like a demon king."
That's how I whispered with a smile on my face.
What floats behind my brain when I'm told is the edge of the conversation then.
'No, I have no other intention. No, but when a guy wears that kind of costume, he's a vegetarian and cool guy. It's a nice place to have a sickle and a reaper, but you're like a demon king.'
"This is the Demon King"? To the voice I returned, he said he was the Demon King. "
'Uh... that's right. Do you feel like someone who stands at the apex of the demonic hyeralky? So king of demonic species and demon king, like. Especially since he's a fantastic person.'
... Ah. Yeah. Sure, me, like we were talking about that.
To Mr. Rex, who smiles glossily, with that degree of shuddering face, a short while ago, a sarcastically dropped bomb remark: "Oh, or are you that great sage?? (...;) Oh, seriously? Big Seriously?? But so?... What the hell does that have to do with this??" Turn to the prompting gaze.
He said, "Right. There it is," he said.
"The purpose of what was called the patrol of Arias in the afterlife was to erase the“ existence ”of himself before that era. Because his predecessor, Krudelis, had a cunning and ruthless personality in order to destroy the excessive civilization without a trace,“ Arias ”was a little merciful. It was kind of you to the residents other than to“ erase its existence. "Well, the essence is" I, "so the old people with memories, those who realized who I was, were not hesitant to let me slaughter them."
Well, if you tell him this far, you'll know “who" ---? and.
Looked down directly from the front, as he became a frog stared at.
"... there's nothing I don't understand... I don't want to know..."
Though there is no such thing as homicide from his gentle side.
I don't know how to feel like that, because I don't know how to fight.
Is that... could there be a death flag...? And the cold sweat on my back made me “not to hesitate to slaughter” from around the noisy words, the middle of my body is thrilled to feel unpleasant.
Against me as such a dwarf, Mr. Rex puts aside a beat and brings a cough and a voice and smiles.
'Silly and wise daughter. Smart and stupid daughter. That's all I asked for. I thought it wasn't love, but then naturally. This is what interests me. - Belle, I was the culmination of the demonic species in my old days. "
I didn't leave it in this day and age, I erased it myself.
In the past, people looked at me, respected, feared, and took vows. It built many times and destroyed just the same.
"I'm really surprised. How did you know the name? The literature of every city was shown as a patrol and burned out. The Lord of remembrance, who knows his existence, silenced him without saying whether or not he had. There must have been no escape of those who were about to reach it. But at the threshold of two thousand years, this development is interesting. Well done, I got to that name."
"Belle, I am called the Demon King in the world."
The only demonic species in this world that commands destruction --the king.
And I drink warm tea, early in life, escaping reality, of a strange cohabitation with a demonic king.