Maouyome

Out of the cloud shadow, out.

The sunlight that plunges indoors again changes its angle incrementally. The large, east-side, window-framed conference room was getting thinner after noon with a thinner angle of sunshine.

Even though I get an unwavering, straight gaze, I can't find the words to return them and keep asking within myself.

Well, how do we get out?

Yuriferna Halladetend.

... a big woman.

The home of the foundation, which is trying to spread the special effects of seven-night fever, will be located in Rosidia. Was it her father who wrote the blue painting, or Lawyer Milliardo?

Either way, I'll bring it directly to you, the king, as a merchant. It is not a semi-acceptable dose. Even myself, depending on the flow of the story, says I don't know what will happen.

But I did my best to show it to you.

It is also more effective than nothing else.

The benefits of this one are definitely huge.

Something's wrong with saying no. But... what happens?

I said what you want is permission.

If you want to receive the words as they are, give them permission and so on. That's fine. The matter itself is perfectly fine, and it's extremely simple. If you snort, that's fine.

... but no. No, it's not.

Strong willed jade eyes, just straight ahead, await a response from me. An indication of the strength of its will. Waiting for what lies ahead of the impending choice.

It is also a good thing for us to decide for ourselves where to base ourselves. It's a private foundation. Even if the Conrad Free Traders Union was behind us, I wouldn't have to bother asking permission from this king.

Yet I dare ask permission.

All you need is permission, not permission.

We show our own hand tags and press for choice.

If you're going to receive words on par, you don't even need a choice in the first place. If you're dazzled by the benefits of being too big, agree with me in two replies, and that's it.

And... what happens.

If you snort, the special effects of seven-night fever spread to the world.

What that means is... that is.

Pick your lips. Power cages at your fingertips.

The disappearance of the meaning of joining the kingdom coalition forces.

There's no reason for us to follow Radarest.

The aim is spacing.

Or of the Allied Kingdoms, a slow dismantling.

Something like...

……

……

He's hitting me with a big hand.

For all countries, the primary reason for joining the war is concerns about the handling of special effects drugs. Conversely, if that is even gone, the only wedge that will ever connect and stop this Union will be the obligation to participate in the 'Agreement against the Demon King'.

Obligation to participate in the 'Agreement against the Demon King'.

But that was once in the past. There is a broken precedent.

At the initiative of Radarest, the coalition of Haz, once gathered, was dissolved, and Alistair at the time had to fight Sunra, the demon king, only with the power of one nation.

I don't know what happened behind it.

I was still not in a position to know that at the time, but the fact is that the obligation to participate in the 'Agreement against the Demon King', with its precedent, is no longer absolutely binding.

The reason to fight is... it's gone.

It was a cruder and only more forceful way to do it than it was.

If the ground rocks, it could collapse at once.

It is only then that we will also need to confirm the gossip that began in the first place. About Alistair working with the demons to invade the world.

frown spit, but where is its sincerity?

I want to make sure of that.

"... tell me one thing. Rumors are spreading that Alistair tied hands with the demons. … whether it is true or not."

Ulliferna pulled her jaw slightly in response to the query, meditating. After keeping a little silence about what you're thinking, slowly open your mouth.

"My grandfather used to be head of the Knights at the Holy Sword Knights in the Holy Capital."

For a moment, I can't attempt that intent on words that I spin out as if I were determined to do something.

... Grandfather?

Why are you here about your own grandfather...

No, stay.

...... halladetend. Halladetend of the Holy Capital!?

The memories that I had forgotten floated.

Why didn't you notice it before?

"... No way, uh"

Affirmations are returned for grunts that appear aggressively.

Raydrick Halladetend.

A knight among brave and rigid knights.

I have certainly heard of the martial arts.

I once had a longing to see him once.

In the end, it never came true...

"I hear Raydrick Halladetend was killed in action 13 years ago during Sunra's invasion"

"... Yes. My grandfather and uncles at that time, my mother, who was a magician, also died in the war. But my father survived. My father was not blessed with his talent, even though he was in a brave house. He was far from the battlefield as a civilian, so let's just say."

Listen to words that are spinned pale.

Killed a clan by the Demon King's Army,... its survivors.

How much is in that heart?

"Me and my father, we hated it. Never forgive those who killed my mother for taking the army of demons from my clan. And I kept hating him."

A shadow plunges into Yuriferna's expression.

Beautiful sides show some distortion in self-derision.

"When I heard that the Virgin had invited more messengers than the Land of Demons, I doubted my ears. Why do you do that? I wonder why we invite such people in ourselves. I was suspicious and anxious, and I didn't want to be there or stand."

The jade eyes shake slightly.

"So I actually thought I'd give you a look. My father told me never to come near the central temple, but still. If the demon kingdoms were spending any face in the temple, or even the cool face they had fixed there, they would hit one of the hot water in that face."

I'm fascinated by the way he smiles and looks back quietly and softly.

"But I couldn't..."

"... may I ask why?

"I managed to stop my life, but two months ago, I had a fever seven nights ago, and I was lost in life and death."

"... for a seven-night fever"

An unexpected cumming out drains my liver.

Even if you know it as a fact, if you hear that the person in front of you actually suffered a seven-night fever and survived, you can't help but feel the presence of special effects.

"Terrible fever and constant vomiting and belly-up. After the fever, he continued to feel the fear of death sneaking up in his hazy consciousness."

I haven't actually seen the patient yet.

But as a lesson, as a past example, the picture has been taught more than once. Disease to be abhorred. A highly infectious plague, also known as national collapse.

Everyone indoors sips and listens to the words of those who actually experience it.

"But there was always a hand there that conveyed a gentle warmth"

At the end of the eye, the warmth spreads.

I felt kindness touch my spinning voice.

"If you feel chills, get a blanket. If it gets dirty with diarrhea, wipe it immediately. If I felt anxious, I held my hand softly, and even in my hazy consciousness, there was a constant, gentle encouragement."

Vision, is that it?

That sight, which you would see ahead of the loosening glance, may have traced a definite memory.

Nature, to the sight of visions ahead of its gaze, comes thoughts.

"I, in the person, have learned strength. I know what it means to be beautiful. I want to be, too. Wanting to have that strength, I was in a hurry. … I really admired it."

Being strong.

Being beautiful. The meaning of it.

I've felt it since I walked indoors.

I think about the meaning of the appeal I find in the woman in front of me.

Core eyesight again, pointed straight.

Every time I get stared into the jade eyes, my heartbeat goes off.

of this beauty, … meaning.

"The man was the bride of the demon king."

"... of the Demon King, Bride"

"I wasn't the kind of person who would be captured in silence by my own cuteness. If you are threatened unintentionally, you choose a resolute death. That's what people accepted. It was accepted by such a person that... the way I saw the Demon King changed in me."

I feel sorry for myself. My chest hurts.

To whom is the feeling of repentance?

I have to admit I regret it.

You must have learned something deeper than the will.

Somewhere happy, lonely.

Then give him a look of strength.

"Half of what the king has heard is true. Alistair is about to join hands with the kingdom of demons. But that's not with the demons. As a good friend, I'm trying to be able to stand next to you so that I don't leave my previous resentment and hatred in the future, that's all."

Exhaust words against inquiry.

I guess I had a grip among myself.

I can tell it's the answer I got over that grid.

It's an answer that weighs.

It is honesty that must be taken.

"Okay.... Sorry, thanks"

If you are, you must respond to this one in good faith. On the spot, in sneezing and planning, it passes shallow in front of the moisturizing jade eyes. Then dignity is what loses its meaning.

"I want to make a decision after a thorough inquisition about the response. Please forgive me for that."

Tell them the answers you've narrowed down.

I'm sorry, but that's all I could say right now.

Yuriferna goes deep and bows his head.

Now it looks like you're going to miss it.

I just have to admit defeat.

I'm not ready for anything yet.

If you are, there's no way you can win.

Even though he feels comfortable defeating his ten away daughters, he announces his withdrawal and leaves the conference room behind.

Yuriferna Halladetend.

How good a woman is the 'Bride of the Demon King' she calls so far?

"... the world is wide. Meeting a good woman is a treasure of life."

Wines just went deep and just bowed his head against the strengths that gave him the most bitter laugh.