Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

When we arrived in the capital, we entered the largest mansion with all three towers.

That's the house where the Lord of the Holy King lives, he said, with one title, the Investigator of the Elliana France, the other side would soon meet me.

I didn't even know they were going to steal an ancient treasure.

"My name is Johanne and I am the thirteenth generation of the Holy King's family. So, what exactly do you want from an Erliana investigator?"

"My name is Batavia from Sealed Province. First of all, I'd like to offer you a compliment on the sudden push."

Its middle-aged man, who names the thirteenth generation, was a blonde, skinny, middle-backed man.

Out of the nagging hood I tried to find a shadow of him (...) on his face, but I couldn't find him.

"This is polite. So what can I do for you?

"Demon King… I heard that the Holy King's family is secretly keeping the artifact"

"Oh, you mean that? Well, I can't help but hide it, because we do own it."

"But I heard the artifact was being targeted by someone. For confirmation, could you show Awkward Monk and this appraiser?

It's not similar. It doesn't look alike to that man (...).

There was no shadow of him enough to suspect that he was really bleeding the same way.

There is something left over from generation to generation.

Blood, even if faded, remains a gesture, a way of laughing, some habit inherited from life. I can't feel that coming from him at all.

"Thank you for waiting so long. This is the brooch, supposedly worn by a being called the Demon King, and the reverse cross."

"Oh, this is that legend..."

Its lord left the magnificent reception and eventually returned.

I stand on my feet and look down at the two cosmetic boxes placed on the table. No, but......

"Um, what is it, my lord appraiser?

The Hooded Appraiser turned back to the exit of the room and turned his back on the Lord.

"It's real. There are no verses that have been replaced, it is genuine and authentic"

"Oh, that's good! I don't know where the horse bones are. It's pathetic for a bandit to steal a treasure! Oh, good. Good, thank you, Inspector."

I walk out to the intersection exit.

Batavia hastily called, too, to chase it.

"Oh, are you leaving already? Then let's take a snack at Holy King Manju, our direct seller. Have you eaten yet? This is a dish that the Holy King loved."

"No! I'm glad to hear that, I'd love to have it. My connoisseur, don't be in such a hurry to wait until you've finished your manju."

I was attached to Batavia's selfishness, and I was to leave the house of the Holy King with a handbag of manju in one hand.

For the assassination of the Holy King, the killer's predecessor at the time ran out of taste for him.

I've never even heard of Manju.

His favorites are liquor and knobs in general, and bloody blue-rare meat.

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We went down from the mansion on the hill to the flat, off the road from there into the bushes.

I finally stop there and look back into the three white eyes behind me. You don't have to worry about people listening here.

"What's up, what don't you like? You might be suspicious of that."

"I don't mind. It's not even worth stealing."

I seem to have expected somewhere in my heart.

That one doesn't have to get it back anymore, or at least the day will come when I can get it back just for that possession.

"No way... is that a fake!?

I felt my eyes were hot and moist and I just had to get my hood down deep.

"I saw the real thing next to the Demon King, it's a fake."

"Why can you say that?"

"The reverse cross (Li Cruz) used silver, not gold, and amber hardened by surgery, not topaz on the brooch. I don't even have to look into it."

"No way. The enemy had already taken it and replaced it. Don't say that, okay?

For her, no. For the Sealed Ministry, that was the worst development.

It is the research that we have carried out in the past that may produce the vessels of the demon gods.

"Rest assured, even if you are switched, you cannot fool the Lord with such a crude imitation"

"I was relieved to hear that. If the mainstream factions in the country knew about it, it would involve the survival of the Sealed Province..."

I'm not interested in talking about politics like that.

Retrieve that one's artifact. That's what I want.

"But the array was array, and the more I saw it, the older it was. Even if it was switched, it wouldn't be recent."

…… If so, shouldn't we think about it this way? From the beginning, I was fake!

"I'm sure you will. It doesn't look like the Lord, the Holy King of the time, is connected with blood."

"... Really? You looked like that to an awkward monk. Looks like a well-dressed blonde, a hero's descendant."

What a terrible joke. I was lowering my hood to breathlessness and then sighing.

"You distorted his figure, for your own convenience."

"Then what kind of person were you and him (...)?

Yeah, he was a annoying man just to think back.

But if you think of the end road where you are distorted of the portrait you should be and worshipped of your false self, it's not even a little refreshing.

"A hero is a very difficult savage man to say. He was a giant big enough to stand alongside the oak species and back length. From what I can tell, he was more of a dirty [barbarian] than a [hero]."

"Ugh, you're lying...... The Awkward Monk read the Holy King's adventure story over and over again! I imagined it more like a sparkling, God's child..."

Pious religious people were shocked by the truth of their longing existence.

History is something to be beautified. Because history exists for those who live in this day and age.

But you're in trouble......

"... ha"

"What is it, Lord Electrum?"

He seemed to have unconsciously exhaled a deep sigh.

With the weakness I accidentally showed, Batavia looks at this one gently with her san white eyes.

"Can I have a little gucci?

"Um, we've come this far together, let's talk about it."

"Actually, you left your lonely daughter. Yet I'm sick and tired of this expedition wasting my legs..."

The scars of the earth are far away.

Looking west, the dark clouds of the demonic realm cannot be seen dull, and the horizon is filled with mountains and buildings.

Sorry Patia, looks like we'll have to take another long journey similar to this one later......