Magic Gems Gourmet

227 For Them.

The Demon King Archet is the worst symbol of history, if you look at it from most Istarians.

No way have we made a resurrection in the castle of the King's Capital - no one will imagine what it is, but the castle will be subjected to unprecedented vigilance. Some areas of the castle were separated as absolute inviolability and only a very small number of people were allowed to enter.

- And not only for the future, but also for a little pile of stories and about Oz, we moved to the big conference room together.

Though there was a bit of boredom, such as Archet repeating his apologies with a gruesome attitude, Sylvia calmed Archet down and Cain came to the big conference room, which separates him for once.

"Hey, you - what's your name?

"- My name is Krone. Um... what can I do for you?

"Yeah. Nothing. I just thought the vibe was similar."

Archet suddenly spoke to Krone. She quickly reaches for tea when she speaks to My Pace.

"... I'm sorry, Lord Archet. Chris is really safe... right?

Chris, who had just returned, loses consciousness at the price of reviving Archet.

It will be transported to Bhara now.

"Yeah. Safe."

Without going too far, when Lloyd talks to Archet, Archet answers in a light-hearted manner.

Then she makes tea without making much noise. In addition to the warmth I haven't felt in a long time, I let my cheeks roam in the fine tea brewed by the service of the castle.

It was a story that would just end in soothing if it was normal, but not just this time.

"Why is that? Oz... according to that red fox, it would definitely lead to death."

"That's because of pedigree. Otherwise, do it without any preparation (...) and you will definitely die"

"... thanks to bloodlines?

Then Silvard, who was listening to the conversation between the two, gave a stiff look. In the adjacent seat, Queen Laralua reacts piquely, gazing at Silvado's complexion.... but Silvard didn't intentionally try to see Laralua's face.

Knowing or not how the two of you are, Archet answers Lloyd pale.

"Wernstein's - Raviola and Marr... thanks to the fact that he was drawing Marc's blood. Demon stones are of better quality than others. So he was alive."

What an abstract explanation that the quality of the Demon Stone is good. But Archet speaks of words that attract more interest than that.

"- I'm sorry. What Lord Archet is saying is..."

Finally, Lloyd sees Silvard chilling. Then what I see in my eyes is Silvado with his head about what's going on.

"Lloyd, I think this guy knew what was going on. But I don't think I'm going to tell you how it is."

"... I can't possibly tell you"

To Laralua, who turns his uncontrolled smile, Silvado answers this in the rare face.

I also know that Laralua is sincere, but if secrets seem to last this way, I would also like to point out a few things.

"Thank you very much."

Archet drank out of tea. Smiles and crushes contentedly without worrying about the atmosphere that is becoming sinister.

"Hey, Cain, brother. Are you sure you've been swimming?

"... hmm? Oh, let me stab a big fish in the way and tell them what to say."

"- Livestock"

"You're going to do really bad things, if that happens."

"... irrational"

The atmosphere of the three members of the Demon King's faction is very calm. Maybe we're celebrating our first reunion in a long time, but even if we look at them, we can't see how nervous they are.

Even the Silvados who were watching this sight slowly calm me down. Sylvia of Elderlich, I also made an evil assumption that it might have her influence, but I didn't think any deeper.

By the way, Lord Archet.

In the meantime, Silvard asks.

"Mm-hmm. What?

"The rest is missed. Lord Archet is a jealous dreamer who used to run wild (...)...... is it?

"Mm-hmm. Yes. What's wrong with that?

"I used to run wild. Why is that normal now... I want to hear this"

"... that's easy."

Finally, Archet rises out of his chair in a voice. Then he showed his back to the Silvers and turned the clothes he had just worn.

"Look, because of this,"

"Oh, what the hell is that scar?

On Archet's back, there are signs of a cut that was so deeply decided that it could be done.

Sylvia and Cain are also surprised at this, staring at it with serious eyes.

"This is, Marc... you know, we called it Marl. That's why I call you Marl."

Declare the first Ishtarika king nicknamed, and Arsheh coughs once to correct his position.

"The cut when Marl killed me (...). I was dead once. That's why my rampage also subsided...... isn't it?

"Archet? I don't know, but we don't get it."

"Because even I don't know exactly. But the drooling feelings like then are gone."

"... would be nice"

With Sylvia convinced, Archet fixed his clothes and went back to his chair.

"That kid was so sweet to the end. I only tore between the nucleus and the demon stone so as not to break my demon stone."

How many stories were there?

Only the Archet and Marc of the parties will know that. To a story we didn't even know about Sylvia or Cain at the time, the people gathered in the big conference room just stared at Archet's smile.

"- So now I'm gonna stop you."

... but the last look on Archet's face I told you is a stern word. When your eyes glow purple, the forces that flash through your body overwhelm those around you.

Even Cain, who names himself the world's most powerful warrior, said he was enough to swallow a saliva at how this Archet looked.

? ? ?

Then, as I was telling you the day before, Cain to Sylvia... and the three Arshes, who weren't planned, make the departure to stop Ain. I didn't have any big belongings, but I had a bunch of fancy demon stones ready there.

... also because if you look at it from three pure demons, it would be quite advantageous to just take the Demon Stone as a supply.

Not only Silvado, but Katima also relied on handouts to gather demonic stones for this. Likewise, Krone works desperately because of Ain... and this branch takes about a few hours.

And when the tribute came to a halt - Krone was walking into Ain's room.

"- I can't believe what we were talking about back then turned out to be true."

Sitting on the couch that Ain and I had talked about many times, Krone was thinking back about one day's date.

It was when Ain said anxiously, playing with the twins in Wang Du's harbor but I don't know what I'm going to do next...

"... hehe. But if Ain't in Augusto's mansion, why don't we get a new star crystal there?"

Krone was speaking at that time. If you still give me the Star Crystal after rebirth, I have nothing wrong......

And I know the sincerity of this word as soon as I think of the meaning of the word giving away star crystals.

"... we have to work hard"

I think a lot of things, Krone. Fu, a large grain of tears from his eyes conveys his cheeks. Gently wiping his eyes with a handkerchief, he quietly rose off the couch.

- Then, at about the same time as I got up, an unexpected guest arrived.

"Hello, Mr. Krone"

"Shh, Sylvia... Dear Sir?

I wondered if the door had been knocked lightly, and the door would open without waiting for Krone's reply.

Krone is wary, wondering what it is, but Sylvia and I realized that it had come and lifted our guard.

"I'm sorry about the morning. I did something mean."

"... no. I'm nothing."

Speaking of morning, it was when Krone asked Sylvia.

After asking Ain for a clear answer about what they would do, Sylvia was forced to leave the room and eventually failed to hear the answer.

"Lies. Nothing... you don't think, do you?

"... So if you ask, will you tell me?

"- Well, let's have someone to talk to first."

Sylvia still doesn't answer. Krone can only sigh deeply at this attitude, but sometimes Ein is involved, unwillingly but soothing.

"If it's okay with me, I don't know"

Thorny attitude to see, but Sylvia laughs and flushes. Then, as Sylvia sat opposite Krone, she invited Krone to sit down.

"Yeah. Will you come over here, not that way?

"... next to Master Sylvia, is it?

"Yeah, it is."

Krone suspects what thoughts he has, but Sylvia smiles the same way.

"Excuse me."

"... hehe. Thanks."

Eventually sitting next to him with a notion, Sylvia's satisfied smile blinded her.

"Why next door?

"- This is something I can see better about you"

"... is that what it is"

"Yep. That's what it is."

"So, who are you talking to...?

Crohne cuts the numbness into an atmosphere that is only likely to continue public discourse. Though he had a loving laugh, he made his mouth feel anxious to run ahead.

"Does Mr. Krone like you, Ein?

…… No, I don't like it "

Krone is curious to know what this story is.

"Oh, my...? I don't know... my imagination..."

Now Sylvia looked baffled, and in contrast, room was created in Krone's mind. Krone smiles small as she looks at Sylvia, loosening her eyes and continuing.

"I love Ein. I just like it - it doesn't fit in any words."

I told him face to face. Turn to the mother of the first king the thoughts that she has raised and nurtured herself.

Then, was Krone's attitude more than he could have imagined... Sylvia half-opened her mouth and blinked over and over again. And considering that the clone on the other hand is at this time…, I open my mouth ready.

"At this time, if you don't seem to be able to answer, would you mind taking my feelings"

"... uh... what do you mean by drawing Mr. Krone's feelings?

With Sylvia answering, Krone leans down.

When I stroke the star crystal I'm wearing on my left arm with love, I end up gripping and thinking Ain.

"I know Ain well. … so it's as good as I expected"

……

"Ein must have tried to take responsibility. He told me not to be the two dances of Archet, the Demon King, because I had stormed off as the Demon King. So I summoned the Sylvians and wished them to kill themselves…"

"... Phew"

Lost in Krone's powerful eyes, Sylvia sighs once.

Soon, when you realize that the sleeve of your robe is grabbed by both arms of Krone, you lay your hands gently on top of each other.

"So - so if you mean to kill Ain,"

"- Send me with you to the post-mortem world. But do you say?

"Yes, you're right."

Yes. There is no falsehood in the eyes I answered. Look straight at the feared Elderlich and even hit the thought of holding him.

The more Sylvia blinked first, the stronger Krone's will was.

... The stare between the two lasted awhile, but it was Sylvia who took action first.

"We were lucky to have Archet back. Thanks to you, we might be able to do something else."

"Huh... that"

"So, I hope that other means are very good - before I do, I want Mr. Krone to hear my wishes, too"

"If that's what I can do, what can I do?"

Krone responded instantly to Sylvia's words when he turned to eyes like he found hope. Then Sylvia stood up,

"Hehe...... Then would you mind meditating a little bit on your eyes?

"Meh, meditate your eyes...? Um, is that all you need?

"Yeah, I am. That's all I need."

"- Are you sure about this?

It was a word that didn't even clap, but Krone closes his eyes honestly.

The tightly closed eye area is engraved with deep wrinkles, and Sylvia answers satisfactorily.

"Stay put, okay? Uh, it's supposed to be in this room..."

Krone's ear reaches the sound of Sylvia walking out and looking for something.

Krone kept quietly waiting, thinking he wouldn't tell me if I asked him anyway... and waited for Sylvia to come back.

"Ah! Here it is... hehe, really... beautiful colors"

Sylvia gave a delightful voice following the sound of opening the desk drawer.

Then she finally goes right back next to Krone......

"Thank you for waiting. Mr. Krone.... come on, can you get your hands on me?

"... like this, is it?

"Keep making vessels... right?

When he gives his hands as he is told, Krone makes vessels with his palms together.

I get a little confused about what the hell I'm doing.

"Don't worry about it. If anything happens, I'll be fine."

"... ok"

Seeing that Krone was convinced, Sylvia took what was intended out of the bag of cloth.

And Sylvia put what she had taken out in Krone's palm without hesitation.

"Oh, um... what did you do?

"... secrets. You can never open your eyes, can you?

"Oh, yeah... I can't open it..."

Sylvia carefully observed Krone's face and palm.

Occasionally, I saw a wrinkle between my eyebrows to think about it, but I can't tell by Krone with his eyes tightly closed.

"Mr. Krone."

The observation lasted for about a few dozen seconds, but suddenly, Sylvia called Krone.

"... Hey, Mr. Krone. How are you feeling now?

"I don't care what they say... I'm just wondering what they brought me."

"That's all? What makes you feel sick (...) - uncomfortable (...)?

"No...... not at all"

I don't know the sincerity of the question, but Krone answers seriously.

"There's nothing painful (...) or painful (...), is there?

"... None"

"- Hmm... that's the thing. I see... I'll give it a try."

It's painful to look only at the words, but Sylvia at the end, in addition to a full laugh, spoke in a more upbeat voice than any other.

Continue and re-store what you put in Krone's palm in the cloth bag, making you miss that cloth bag.

"Thank you, Mr. Krone. You can open your eyes now."

"Eh, what the hell is that...?

"Secrets. But, you know, I had a satisfactory outcome."

One satisfied Sylvia stands up and walks out to the door in a light foothold.

"Mr. Krone. Let me hear your wish."

"Huh - really!?

"We'll do the best we can. Well, it's time for me to go."

Krone then lowered his head deeply toward Sylvia's back, and whimpered and thanked her small.

"Ah... thank you...... ugh"

Sylvia nods without looking back and opens the door with a jaunting act.

He grinned softly, though irritated by complex emotions, and spoke to the person who was outside the door.

"- You."

"Oh.... so, how was it?

The person who was outside - walking out alongside Cain, Sylvia shook her head vertically to show her affirmation. And I took out the cloth bag that I had just missed and handed it to Cain.

"Is this...?

"Yep."

Simple interaction and Cain takes care of the contents of the cloth bag.

Then it was one treasure ball that emerged from the inside. The size is small enough to ride in the palm, but the pale ether (...) is very beautiful.

Cain stared to miss it and carefully handed it to Sylvia in a cloth bag.

"- Is this also causal?"

"No. I don't think this is destiny..."

Sylvia replied comfortably to Cain, who was in a grievous state.