"... and then didn't the chief say something or something"
"Of course they told me. But I just explained the truth to you, didn't I? I thought it was because of that, and when I activated my magic, it disappeared. There's nothing wrong with my blessing."
"But then I did..."
As always, Mr. Martinel Sheila speaks with a graceful smile. I don't know if Mara can do this anymore...... I'm confident I'll never be able to say it well.
And I know exactly what the Demon King is afraid of. You're worried that Mr. Mara might have been blamed, aren't you?
"Oh, you're gonna worry about me, aren't you? It's okay. She's my brother. Respect for her as a chief doesn't make her that strong in my personal actions. I don't know how much they disliked it."
Oh, well, he was my sister and brother, wasn't he? I see, for Shermelhorn, Ms. Mara may be a little special, like a guardian.
I don't know if I can complain about my role as a chief. A small authoritarian society is built.
"... Meg was in a dungeon in the Sentry Country. It's hard to say it's a safe place..."
Where the conversation was interrupted, Mr. Gill, who had been silent for so long, opened his mouth. Oh, sure. It's dangerous in a dungeon where demons can spread, isn't it?
"Dungeons? You mean the spaces where demons can gush, which adventurers use to try? Were you at that place?
After listening to Mr. Gill, Ms. Mara opened her eyes gently. Looks a little surprised.
"... No, it's probably the safest place for Meg in the off-duty dungeon."
I hear you were thinking with your hands on your chin there, Mr. Kron. Oh, the dungeon's safe? My brain is full of question marks. Mr. Kron went on to share his thoughts with me.
"Master Meg has a special body. And given the state of it then, you couldn't even have lived without a guardian. Nonetheless, Master Yenna let Master Meg travel alone.... Perhaps even the immediate appearance of a parent was safely included. If there was a strong guardian bond, the dungeon would be convenient."
If it was a street around there or if you were in the whole city, you could be protected by the average person. But I was in a special situation. I wanted a presence that could protect me properly. That's why by transferring to the dungeon, Mr. Yenna's overly powerful guardian witchcraft created an anomaly in the dungeon, creating a situation in which he had to call the powerful.
Well, I see... that was a metastasis after so much thought. Isn't that too awesome, Mr. Mara!? It sounds like you didn't even know who you were, but you're too omnipresent!
"Oh, that's awesome. So you must have been protected in a really safe place, huh? I'd do it, wouldn't I?
Well, that's enough! Marla, you have a tea spot!
"... Meg's, you got your wish, didn't you?
Gill was asking such a teaty Mara with a serious eye. It's Meg's wish, not mine, isn't it? Is this about Mr. Mara's special magical effects?
"Right. I think so. You're good at checking magic trails, aren't you? The rationale is that there was no magic left in the ear decorations, is there?
When Mara replied without precipitation, Gill shook her head vertically saying yes.... Meg's wish? You mean Meg sprouted his will? Before I came to this body? What the hell did you want? I put my arms together and tilted my neck.
"Meg himself doesn't seem to know anything. I don't know the truth, either. I didn't actually exercise witchcraft in front of you, so to the point of wishing, yeah. I just can't imagine looking at Meg right now."
What, me now? I wonder what that means.
"... did you want your soul,"
"Yeah, same point. I'm sure there was a slightly budding will. He wants to think about it himself. He wants it. No, you wanted it, didn't you? On your own. With the power of the will to bounce the curse of the high elves."
What Meg wanted was a soul. Sure, I thought it might be. At the same time I felt certain that Meg in me was. Speaking of which, Marla just told me you got your wish, but it was about this.
The ring died of overwork. I thought at that time I lived in this body, but I felt different. 'Cause things are too convenient. I also think it's different that Meg said I died conveniently because he wanted me to. It seems that Mara's ability cannot interfere with a person's life or death.
And most importantly, jet lag. It's only been a few years in the ring world, but it's been over 200 years since your father disappeared, which means your father came to this world.
At first, I thought the way things were going between the two worlds, and I think there are parts of that. Perhaps Mara's magic has gone beyond her time. Beyond time and the world, he called me in. Think of it that way and it sticks.
My overworked death then was a fate I deserved, and thanks to Meg's desire for that soul, I am able to be here now. If it's true, I've been finishing my whole life without knowing anything. That's how Meg made me live again, and I saw your father.
Oh......
Thanks, Meg. Thanks for wanting. Let's keep living together, shall we?
I held my hands in front of my chest and thanked Meg in my heart.
and then. A gust of wind broke out on this occasion.
The wind is too strong to breathe. I'm small, so if it were true, I would have flown high in heaven in no time. But I was protected by Mr. Gill's arms and witchcraft just before the storm came, and I'm safe. I still can't breathe a bit, so I call Hu to tell Shaw in my brain. He wants to make it easier for everyone to breathe.
'I'm sorry, my husband! Because it's magic by the top spirits of the wind, I'm telling you that Fu can't beat you!
If you look at it, the Shaws aren't on my side, and apparently they've been blown away by this gust of wind. Does the voice arrive because Shaw is my covenant spirit, and that spiritual in the upper voice? A user of the superior spirits went out of his way to make this gust? For what...? The question is resolved immediately.
"In our sacred home... why is there a bug kella!?
I may not be the first to see people so angry. My eyes are giddy and my whole body is trembling in anger. Is it so horrible when a beautiful face is in the shape of anger?
Is it because the magic caused by that emotion is leaking that silver long, sarcastic hair is upside down against the fluff?
Scary......! I didn't know you could look at people and feel fear so far. I stuck to Mr. Gill.
"Martinel, Sheila! It's you! How much did you cross the unforgivable border with your sister......!?
"... sorry"
Oh no! I can't believe Mara's getting mad...! Mr. Mara just asked me for Mr. Yenna's favor!
"It's called Yennarieal and Childhood, it's called this time...... come on, it looks like I have to punish you!!
The man with the silver hair who said so came in front of Mr. Mara at a speed that was not even noticeable. So much so that I couldn't see where I was going.
"Go."
Mr. Mara closed her eyes and just seemed to accept everything. Huh...!? Wait, why... you're my sister!?
"No!!
The voice screamed so unexpectedly was scratched off by a fierce roar, and at the same time a dark blue figure stood between the man and Mr. Mara at some point.
"We forced ourselves into it. She was just threatened."
"Ha, threatened? There is no way my sister, who is a high elf, will take a back when she is a bug Kera. I didn't even know that, but it's still like a bug in the brain, right?
It is the Demon King who stands to shelter Mr. Mara on his back and opposes the man with the silver hair. Looks like he played the man's attack on Mr. Mara in the direction of the margin. I didn't know what happened, but I guess!
"Then how easy would it be to take down that worm Kera? It's a narrow amount of guys who make noise just because they have bugs in the house. Can't the chief of the High Elf kick the bugs out himself?
The Demon King provokes with intimidation. A spark scattered between them.