Chapter 15 (1/2)
The word hero is less
「[White Light Gun] !」
Immediately after the dark bombardment was released from Merea’s open palm, a white-fire bombardment was released fro artists were knitting
Bombs of black-and-white collided with each other
The orbit is the sa point is mutual
Direct hit
Rivalry — Disappearing
It was a complete offset
The ical artillery spun by multiple artists was offset by the inversion technique by just one person
For the Mousegg Artists, it was such a situation that it could be broken into war by that alone
「I-Impossible…!」
Until just before the black-and-white light offset, they had a little hope
The hope that Merea’s technique may be 『apparently defeated』
It is impossible for only one person to knit a technique that is similar to their cooperative technique That’s why it is like a vulnerable technique
— It wasn’t
Merea’sblack light’s bo artist soldiers
「Hey! I have never heard of such a Demon Lord!! [Sword Empress] wasn’t an artist! Why is there such a technique –」
El is the demon who has the name of [Sword Empress]
although [Sword Empress] is name after a Demon Sword, it’s not the type of knit a technique by itself
It’s a fiercer type who runs on the battlefield with a sword and a sophisticated swordsmanshi+p to the limit
But clearlythere is a different existence from its previous reputation
— This is a Devil
The same words passed in their minds
To the Mousegg soldiers who express astonishment, Merea said
With a strong, well resonating voice
「Why do you attack?!」
There was an idea as to why the Demon Lords were aimed at
It was also asked to Flounder, because of listening to heavenly dragon Clautice about the situation
However, one can’t decide the truth about so one does not check himself
It’s a fool’s act to abandon thinking
Especially, Merea who has never seen the situation outside with his own eyes was rather cautious about thinking by oneself and judging genuinely
Merea asked the Mouseggan artistic pattern of [Technique God Flounder ⋅ Crow Evil Eyes] with his red eyes
「Why did you shoot the artillery gun without warning?!」
Merea’s voice sounded really well
So as to shake the air, it passes well
Apart fro Yurun ⋅ Eura Vocal Cords]
In response to the voice of Merea like this, the Mousegg artists of black clothes affixed a ridiculous gesture to the face that seems easy to understand even with the mask, and answered
That ridicule was the only counterattacking method for their broken heart due to Merea’s inversion ceremony
「Because we expected that there would be a Demon Lord there, a Deainst such enemy? Rather, you need a preemptive strike」
It did not say what the Demon Lord is
Words spun in anticipation of other’s understating that it is such a Demon Lord
「… I dare ask you, the name of the Demon Lord is…?」
「[Demon Empress] It is the Demon Lord from the Elisa’s family」
「What did that devil do to you?」
「– nothing?」
「Wh!?–」
They said unapologetically
They understand theof Merea’s protest
How are you going to say anything, they had guessed
Knowing that he purposely provoked Merea
That was the only way to support the self-esteem that was broken by the shootout of the artillery
「The descendants of the Elisa fadom There were maybe a case of hostile mercenaries once or twice, but that is ith that there is no such thing」
「Why then…?!」
「Because it is a 『Demon Lord』 It’s because it’s [Sword Empress] The power of a Demon Lord who has reached emperor is really attractive, specially the power of the Sword Empress is in an easy-to-understand form –The Demon Sword If ere to rob the Dedoer」
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However, it is not there that matters to Merea
Why do they target the De?
The answer is out
It’s out but–
「Is there a feeling of repelling even a bit there?…!」
「Repel? What do you mean to repel?」
「That way you will be no different from a thief…!」
「If your opponent is a Deiven, it’s such a label that is the Demon Lord, especially in the current era」
In the end he smiled at his nose, and the artist added that last
With a s,
「We are the 『Heroes』 To kill the Demon Lord for the world — That is a hero! HAHA!!!」
— Rotten
Along with such words, the coldness which ran on the back of Merea ran more
It wasn’t cold that ca scared or fear