"But, Erna, sometimes you can't come back like that!

Going down a more terrible path than the journey of death, he spoke out in a strong tone, trying to keep the resolve of the clearly said, weak human daughter in mind by Buell, the devil.

What do you think when you look at it, Samael stares into Erna's eyes.

Advocate for dissent from the Devil's side against man to stop the end of a world that might be ravaged by the Devil's clan - the structure looked odd from the point of view of Jamon.

"Yes, it may be, but if you listen to me now, Lago is born to reign as a god on earth in the near future. I have been saved by that Lago until now. Not necessarily this time, of course.

Despite being a demon, Buell said he helped this brother of a daughter named Erna to heal her illness. That's what I saw from Erna's greeting when she came in here earlier. Is that why you cared? Still, there is no way that a demonic thing, a representative of a demonic people who generally has no feelings or hearts, can feel pity, mercy or love for humans.

But it's called Ronouet, it's called Astleto in Erna, and I guess not saying anything indicates that the opinion is of no great difference.

Of course, even if you are a demon, eternal prison is horrible-- no, because you are a demon, you should understand the horror. So it's only natural to try to stop something from going there - because of your weakness - is just a form of human thought that you have to shelter and help each other to live. Even if someone said they didn't want to go, to a horrible place, it was supposed to be the devil's form of thought not to consider it if it wasn't something they were telling me to go.

When Jamon is bewildered, until then, Samael - the automaton with the appearance of No. 12, tentatively named No. 17 - who seemed just surprised for a while - opens his mouth to calmly teach.

Of course, eternal prison is a thoughtful place for Samael. Of all the things here, it may be said that you know the horror of it best. At least I felt a lot of weight in that word to Jamon, who knows it.

"Still going? A human daughter with no power whatsoever. If you are imprisoned there, it will all be over - not the death that such humans think, the truth that will never end forever, only suffering awaits.

"Yes, but I - until a little while ago, I thought Lago might be the same demon as Mitsu and Buel, but I was strongly convinced that before that one walked away from then, there was no waiting for the unfortunate future of man - no there was a future in which everyone could live happily, including not only humans, but also demons.

Samael borrows the words of Erna, one by one, and shows her circling her head like a scab. I guess the red double-legged serpent inherited the manipulation of the automaton, which he would have worn painstakingly, well after possession. The movement had reached a point where it was not like maneuvering an automaton.

"I see, does a weak human daughter rate Largo as such? ─ ─ If that story matches what I heard from those vampires last night. My daughter, this Samael, for once, has lost his temper to help these demons. But now I want to try your thoughts, as I thought I'd stop at the lower realm when I heard the thoughts of the Lago demons. You don't have to go through hell or anything, I'll put you in a hole in eternal prison directly.

Samael...

"Of course I'll go. It is my responsibility and that of the Salamandra God, True Dragon, to make such a bad thing. He's doing everything he can. Now it will be my turn to wipe my ass. Besides, I must not lead the way there.

I can see that Samael, who temporarily fought in Harmagedon, washing blood with blood, and lost and became an ancestral spirit, was, and still is, thinking about this entire universe.

"Samael, you... All right! Largo's big star.

"About what?

"Largo told Me. I have a dream. [M] And here's what he said. He wants to live slowly without anyone interrupting him. I'm letting the Demons help us.

"That's right. We are ordered to create a world where we can coexist with humans. For that reason, Lago is already a giant and a half-fish."

"I knew it. Largo's despair is really what this girl says. Not just humans and demons. I'm looking for a world where all races can live together. True Dragon used to be able to make the world... Said he helped. Me, too, Samael.

"Absolutely. Instead, this automaton may not return. I told you to lend it to me earlier, but I'm going to get it.

I don't mind that, but then Jamon nods, wondering if Samael's ready not to come back either. But even more, my voice rises from the unexpected.

It was out-of-the-box, right beside me, and from a fairly low position, but a childish, tall voice.

"Dear Jamon, let me go too.

"Number 14, why did you even...?

All of a sudden, both the demon who was there and the devil's elna watch out for the announcement of participation in the autonomous automaton with surprise, but most astonishment is Jamon.

It was Gymon who originally installed that independent program on No. 14, and that should have been the intelligence of the crop it took several years to put together, answering what someone asked, or taking action on the state changes around you, at best.

That's why I've never been able to start talking with anything so close to self-consciousness in an intelligent life form. But not now.14 is a homunculus with a clear personality and intelligence, capable of analyzing the situation at his discretion and expressing his own thoughtful opinions. That was immediately understandable to those around him, too, from the next word of No. 14, which opened his mouth.

"Mr. Gymon has given me the heart of His Highness the Millian Rune in the making of machines. That heart moves me to save this country and therefore the world.

"Maybe, but I'm not going anywhere with a bunch of people.

Samael speaks from behind to Jamon, who wrapped his little shoulder of No. 14 with both hands and crouched staring at his childish, but neat face, who once made and left it at the same time when Diekichi made No. 12.

"But, Jamon. If Largo and I haven't arrived yet, I don't know how long we'll have to wait there. There are evil spirits and ghosts that have changed. You won't know what it's going to be unless you go. You should have more allies.

If that's what Samael is, it is.

"Hey, just give me a little time to modify number 14 so I can move like a lagon.

"In the meantime, then, I shall look for a sufficiently large place to deploy the Great Magic Formation. If we're going to open the entrance to that place, we need at least the size of a castle in this city.

The story unfolded and suddenly became busy. Jamon asks Ronowell to call back the demon Sale, who got him to fly this far from the lab, from the paycheck, and stops him from consulting Samael on the location where he writes the Great Demon Square, where he was calculating his return to the lab.

I can think of Ronald Ronald speaking of a vast vacant lot immediately.

"How's the meadow? To the north of the Wang capital lies a wide meadow.

"No, magic can't be established when a monster gets in the way. Moreover, during the day you will receive the grace of energy from the Salamandra God. We need a place where no one comes in during the day, but...

"Yes! Oh, it's me, Erna. In the buffer zone in front of the meadow, there is a large, clean and tidy area that no one is using right now."

"Oh, that helps. Quite a helpful daughter you are. Jamon, let me use that convenient thing called Salé first.

For Jamon's sake, he had been brought so far to begin the art of metastasis, but when he heard the voice, Salle stopped the movement. I don't care if Jamon isn't in that much of a hurry, even after Samael, or if he could have let Samael go through the lab once, but I'll reconsider that it's more efficient to make a good plan for now and then move.

For besides relying on the sairee, there are no more means for the Ghammons to travel freely and for long distances than the doors of Astleto cannot be set here.

There is no such guarantee anywhere, but it was Gymon who wanted to be ready so that he could definitely come back to No. 14.