The Strongest Wingless Gargoyle

I left for Lidomdora to meet Berea.

On the evening of the fourth day of our journey through the sky, Bereans welcomed us to the city.

On a friendly note, he was welcomed to a dinner party that day.

At the dinner table I talked to Beria and Corlu.

The content at this time was almost like chatter, which was unusual, such as what had happened in each other's cities over the past few hundred years, but the dinner party's purpose was to know a little more about each other than the content of the conversation.

Berea is first to meet the Demon King Corlu anyway.

Berea set the scene for me before tomorrow's meeting in building a cooperative relationship.

He asked me to rest tonight after the dinner party and heal my traveling fatigue, and that day went by.

The next morning, we turn to talks that will shape Menardo's fate ahead.

Follow the maid's guide who left the room and was waiting outside to go inside the conference room.

We enter a fully soundproof conference room and don't wait a few minutes for the two of us to come and get to the round table.

Outside the room are waiting for each other's squire, but no one is allowed to be present but the Demon King.

"Morning, Cliff. Did you get a good rest?

"Thanks to you."

I greet you in the morning and thank Beria for her concern.

Thanks to yesterday's face-to-face meeting, the air is mild too.

"Let me say one thing before I start...... thanks for responding to my call this time, thanks"

"I've been waiting for you to change your mind. Let's get started then...... Corlu"

"Ha!"

The talks began with Corul's energetic voice.

The main thing here is to make a formal confirmation of mutual agreement.

The letter conveys his desire to be under the umbrella before coming to Lidomdora.

"I also read the material enclosed in the letter...... there was no major problem. You can pack the details later. And I want to tell you a few things from us before we reach an agreement. I'll have trouble rubbing it later."

"Oh, please"

"First, about your emergency response. Probably what Cliff wants to know the most. I think the basics are that Corulu is headed for reinforcements."

"Corlu?

"I'm relatively close to Menardo, and I can fly away, so I won't be so bitter over the mountains. You can fight on the same mound that the demons could fly."

Corul takes over and explains.

I think... their story is a prediction.

I have no complaints if you come in person Berea, the Immortal Four, but from Astania, the home of Berea, to Menardo, there is more than double the distance from Lidomdora.

Nazenheim is not the only demon king to whom Beria is opposed, so it cannot travel lightly from the edge of the autonomy to the edge.

Still... it is quite significant that we can expect reinforcements for one Demon King.

Corl is more comfortable than Berea in some situations, such as in terms of ability, even if it is inferior to an individual's fighting power.

Even if the other demon king under Nazenheim comes out, the threat will be halved if Corul is present.

"Look at the situation if it's urgent..."

It depends on the circumstances at that time whether Bereans go out in person.

Sometimes we may not make it to reinforcements.

Still really okay with that?... and Berea pressing just in case to confirm.

"... comforting. It helps."

I snort at Berea.

No word was gained about Beria's own actions, but if Nazenheim himself, the supreme force over there, did not come out, it would rise with it.

If Nazenheim could also buy time with me and Corul if he came, there's a good chance that Berea would come to the rescue.

"Second. In exchange for offering strength, I'd like to leave some of the territory that was left blank by Demon King Lanne's death to Cliff."

"Runne's territory?

"Yeah...... mainly west from the Farah Mountains. It's a vast lot of land, so Corl can't get around to it alone."

I want Corl and I to govern the land that has been Lanne's thing so far.

Ultimately, Beria says she wants Lanne's territory to be in the form of a half-management between Corl and me.

Runne, the Demon King, didn't have solid land management like me or Berea.

Some forts, small settlements, etc. remain, but that neighborhood is largely unexplored.

The untouched reason would also be due to the fact that it was Warwolves territory.

They don't suffer from traveling in the woods, mountains, even if they don't develop streets, etc.

Berea's proposal is like helping end the war, but it's not such a bad story.

I wasn't interested in territorial expansion, because I've been the best in autonomy so far.

Recently, though, the claw marks left by the Kraken mutant species in the city also disappeared, leaving some room.

I'm not talking about something right now because I got the land... and it will take some time for me to make a profit, but all I can do in the future is spread out at once.

"... confirm, are you sure? Like, suddenly you leave the land to me? Listen, there are too few disadvantages here."

"I don't mind, because it's going to rot the land due to lack of manpower if it stays this way anyway. You can do whatever you want."

"... I see"

"Honestly, what I expect from Cliff is a stronger internal affairs aspect than a warrior story. After the Kraken mutant attack, we expect Menardo to rebuild beautifully."

Belia smiling and looking at this one.

I don't know how far she meant it, but I can't feel a lie from that face.

It doesn't feel bad to be needed this way.

It's more rewarding to work with someone like that, and I feel like responding.

"I'm glad Cliff came at a good time. I want it to be a soil for both Lidomdora and Menardo to develop more, in consultation with Corulu, because it will be decades, hundreds of years of planning when we cut forests, mountains and make roads, cities…"

"Oh, let's do our best to keep up with expectations"

The future ahead is going to be a good relationship.

The talks went smoothly, finishing the confirmation of will and moving on to another topic.

I ask Beria to attend the festival of the 500th anniversary, which will take place in Menardo in about two months, in order to tell the people of Menardo greatly that they have entered the umbrella.

Let's make some time...... and I also got a positive response from Berea.

"Sorry, I can't make a promise..."

"No, I understand your situation."

"It is at times like this that I want the power to move around freely without being tied up, but then I too..."

"You won't find it that way, Demon Kings, etc."

"............ right. But, you know, just because we don't know, there might be a hell of a place to hide, right?

Beria replies with a beat aside.

Only slightly, but I notice a wrinkle on her forehead.

"Should we talk about this later too..."

……

Pottori and Beria squeak. Who is she imagining? That's probably about... the last person I ran into in the war with Lanne.

What does Beria think about Alberto now?

We need to hear about the heart certificate and all that.

He'll be protecting his sister in Menardo by now, too, and he'll be angry if he forgets.

"It's okay, Master Beria, because I'm here. Geographically, there's no demon king nearby because Lanne's dead, and you're more free to move than before."

"Yeah, I'm counting on you."

"... eheh"

He strokes his head and leans over so that Corul can sweeten himself to Berea.

Berea gently touching Corl's hair.

Watching it this way, the two look like sisters, even though they obey.

Regardless, we are talking about different races and different atmospheres.

I feel a definite relationship of trust from that sight.

The talks go on and into a break after lunch.

Bellia and I have a cup of tea chatting as the soothing air drifts.

Corlu said in the meantime he had a job to clean up at the castle and left temporarily.

They'll be back in about half an hour, and then they plan to do the signing for the three demon kings.

Remove the magic stamp used in the signature from the magic bag before doing so.

"Clive, you had a magic bag."

"... hmm? Oh."

Berea's gaze was poured into the magic bag that was next to mine.

Berea with a slightly more intriguing face.

"You'd have a magic bag, too, wouldn't you?

A rare item, but a Immortal Four berrier would have it.

"... I do, right here."

It was the black bag that Beria removed from under the table.

Apparently, this is her magic bag.

"Well, it's a rare substitute, so there's only three in all, including this. Because the creation materials are not quite aligned, and there are few alchemists who can grant space magic to the bag"

Magic bags are a handy item that can be very useful during these trips.

Expanding the interior space with space magic can pack a lot of load.

Although it is an admirable product for merchants and others because of the dramatic improvement in transport efficiency, it is rare and cannot be mass produced.

It takes scales and hearts of ancient dragons to create a bag. Regardless of the large number of scales, you can't have them divided when it comes to the heart, and you're going to fight the Gu Long, one of the strongest species.

Young ancient dragons with such backgrounds and immature powers are easy to target.

That's why Razapham was guarding Luminaria with care.

The demon king class would be able to get the material if it wasn't for the true dragon opponents, but the disadvantages are extraordinarily greater considering that imitation like that and buying the grudges of the ancient dragons......

In the first place, Razapham, Minarie and my friend, I've never thought about obtaining strong materials.

The benefits of magic bags include not having to worry about getting loaded inside.

Using the magic of the owner as a key, let's say the image of the load in the bag being locked.

Magic bags are basic, anyone with magic can use them.

What is different from a normal luggage compartment is that the owner's magic mark is given to the item when putting the item in the bag.

You can release your magic near the bag when you put it out.

Then, the load in the bag interior space is attracted in response thereto.

At this time, the load does not react when the magic of the internal landmark is different from the magic emitted outside the bag.

I don't know the detailed theory of how to do such a trick......

So assuming it's stolen, you can't steal our stuff.

"I'll be ready too"

That's what I said, Berea, trying to take the magic stamp out of the bag just like I did.

Berea demonizes the black magic bag.

Her powerful magic comes through to me.

And so... unexpected things happen.

Magic bags are not owners. In the magic of others, the objects inside do not react.

That should have been...

"... Huh?

"Ah?"

Potri...... and something fell.

A brown bag was pulled out of my magic bag, not Berea's.

Look at the bag that came out of the table, we look at each other unexpectedly.

"... why are you coming out of there?

"Oh, I don't even know... duh, what do you mean?

Berea looking at this one with a surprised face. Confused by an incredible phenomenon.

Is there something wrong with my magic bag?

I don't know because Hate and the Creator aren't here.

Well... I'm pretty sure someone put it in the bag.

First I'll take the brown bag and see.

Bags closed with black strings are very light.

So much so that I mistakenly assume there's nothing in there.

"... Hmm"

I still don't recognize him. I don't think this bag belongs to me at least.

Unstring and put your finger in to see what's inside.

Then a strange feeling comes from the bottom of the bag. It feels like a very thin thread.

"... what is this?

Bring it out of the bag and in front of you.

Observe the loose curves dripping from your fingertips, the sole zickly.

... Somehow I just tried to smell it.

"Ma, stay!

"... hey, what?

Berea's arm stretches out from next door and grabs my arm gassily.

My nails eat into my arms and I'm amazed at the strength of that hand.

"... this, no way"

Berea is observing the object from the side.

"............... Hey Cliff. I'd like to ask you one thing."

"Oh, oh."

"... why do you have my hair?