716 Genuine Brigade

Lily flew in as planned as we were ready.

"Oh, no! Get off me, you stupid dragon!

"Holy shit! You're the one who let go. Come on, Astel, don't grab my tail!

"Dear Astel, Sheliar, please go"

Lily caught Mr. Astel lightly on the run. Mr. Astel caught Sheliar saying he was on the road. And the sherrier who got entangled.

We dropped off a wretched victim from the courtyard of your mansion.

"So, we're moving on with this? Like when you got here, can't you be Niemia?

"Ha ha, you don't think the same thing, do you?

"What!?

Slutton gets angry at Louis Lara's provocation.

No, no, that's a trap!

If I let the momentum pull out my sword, it's the pot Luirala thinks it is, right?

We ignored Luilara's desire to "cross swords and break out" and saw the carriage you prepared, Tris.

"This horse isn't real, is it?

And frequently observe the six strange horses pulling the carriage.

"It seems to be something called an automatic horse shape. I can keep running for seven days and seven nights."

"Yeah, in the Demon Nation, are these awesome rides going round and round the road?

The main body of the carriage was created by Mr. Astel earlier before Lily came to abduct him, with this eye.

But what's unusual is the six horses you pulled out of the stables.

It's like, Tris, the horses with the texture of your arms are connected to the carriage in an inorganic way.

Even if I turn my attention and consciousness, the horses will not hear me. Normally, you should be able to communicate with your ability to hear the voices of all things, right?

Satisfied with how surprised we are, Tris, you taught me to snort roughly as you bragged.

"No, this is specially made. I had a fight with the puppet king before. The Puppet King gave me that black horse to apologize for then."

A puppet king seems to be a duke of a similar ancestral clan to Mr. Astel.

They have the ability to create automatic dolls that move like creatures. What else is famous among demons for their ability to manipulate people and animals like puppets?

And as Astel is called the "Duke of Cats," so is the Demon Clan called the "King of Puppets."

By the way, he's a "puppet king," but he's not a demon king. You think it's only the Duke?

"So what about the rest of the red and blue and yellow and green and peach horses...?

"Astel created it by imitation."

"Why are you in such a color?!?

"Because normally it's not funny..."

Oh, I see. That Mr. Astel is going to do this much prank, isn't he? and we laugh bitterly.

Mr. Astel, who can create if he finds out, replicated an automatic, moving horse created with his soul by the Puppet King. Except it's not funny to duplicate what the puppet king created, so you deliberately finished it in weird colors.

I'm sure the puppet king would be angry if they showed him this replication. And I guess we'll be fighting again.

Of course, it's you and Sherrier who get caught up in this, even if you don't like it then.

I know how hard they struggle to be swept away by a runaway demon tribe, and I feel sympathy inside.

"Well, shall we go? Guys, get in."

"Did you, Tris?

"It's easy to operate, so I'd like to ask you to take turns if possible?

"What, what? It's not completely automatic, is it?

Then Slutton, who stood one step ahead of Luirala's provocation, says that while observing the horses late.

What a pity for me.

To Slutton's illness, you grinned bitterly as you sat on your podium, a little troubled.

"No, they run automatically to their destination on the road... You're not avoiding obstacles, are you? If a slave or something blocks the way, he's going to squeeze it without question. So if someone doesn't keep it under control, it sucks."

"Wow, that sucks!

Very demonic, no, that's an automatic doll-like performance created by the Duke.

I don't even think of people as people. I mean, from your story, Tris, if even the Demons were in the way, I'd kick your ass!?

From the ordinary demons and slaves, it's an annoying runaway carriage. But thank you to us from now on.

Tris, you prompted us to get in the carriage.

"One man, two men, three men..."

And when I saw the faces coming in, I knew the heat was bitter again.

It's autumn, so the temperature's supposed to be dropping so much outside, huh?

Then Listea looks at me strangely.

"Ernea, what are you talking about?

"No, because. Because I've never traveled with so many bastards alone."

Yes, it is.

Even now, I've been touring all kinds of places in the Big Band. This is the first time you've ever had an adventure with just a bunch of guys.

"If you ask me, you're just a man"

"Nyan is a girl."

"Well, Nimia was the only one who saved us."

"Nah."

The carriage was only created by Astel to fit our number.

There's plenty of room for everyone to sit in, and the ride is great.

Well, it was you, Tris, who stabbed the nail at Mr. Astel, who seemed to play a prank in terms of performance.

"So, again, I ask, why is this?

Following Astel and the others, we're leaving the mansion. Slutton asked me another question as I waved to the servants who dropped me off.

So, Luilara says again with a sigh.

"So you've said it before. From now on, it's an area where demons like you've never seen dragons live, right? If Niemia was flying, she'd make a fuss."

"No, that's not what I'm trying to say. I mean, why is Louis Lara's family crest on the carriage!

Oh, Slutton and the rest of us! And when we were all surprised, somehow I was the only one strangled.

Why!?

Nevertheless, that's a good question.

We pay attention to Luilara.

"Well, I'll ask. Do you want to travel in a carriage with a family crest from the Duke of Cats?

"No, just give me a break!

Suddenly, you open a small window leading to your podium, and you scream, Tris.

"If you don't have Astel on board, but you use Astel's carriage, all you have to do is annoy him?

"Because assassins are after you?

"Yes!"

If that carriage had Mr. Astel's family crest on it, even though the six-color automatic horse shape alone was noticeable. Well, it's like advertising for me.

But then you're not having a hard time getting around either? And when I asked the question, Tris, you unfortunately shook your head and responded.

"No, it's harder to swing by Astel's mood than an assassin..."

Ha, I just have to laugh.

Free as a cat, Mr. Astel in the mood.

You seem to be struggling as hard as I am, Tris.

The carriage journey was comfortable in itself.

You don't have to worry about horse fatigue, and you don't have to worry about being targeted by weird raiders.

We decided to run out and realize what Louis Lara meant by a carriage with a family crest.

Anyway, if you're a demon around here, just look at Luirala's family crest and you'll give way.

The country is different, and Louis Lara is quite a celebrity, and when I said, he laughed and said, "For once, my parents are my ancestors, and I myself am a Viscount."

Well, so is the status of Viscount, but I'm pretty sure he's a sight to behold in other countries as well, at the point of being near that giant demon king.

And the role of your lord will change from you, Tris, to Slutton, through the woods and well down the street to the west.

"... hey, Tris, did you create those arms for Mr. Astel?

"Oh, come on, then, what happened to your real arms?

"Slutton, look forward!

"You stupid bastards. If there's no obstacle ahead, the horses run automatically."

"Yes, I was."

Though, Mr. Slutton. Isn't that too casual a question for you, Tris, who lost both arms?

But, Tris, you didn't look like you cared, but rather proudly rubbed your arm.

"There was a lot going on. Look, Elnea, you showed me last night, the seat of the soul spirit. Because of your involvement..."

We hear about your meeting with Astel.

That the hidden village where I was born and raised was on a slave hunt. That he escaped just before being sold as a slave and that Mr. Astel helped him.

As time went by, the world was beginning to struggle over the Demon Throne. And you, Tris, are going to get caught up in the commotion.

"The turmoil in the demonic kingdom is different in size and nature from that of the human race."

"Really? But I'm a happy man. Slaves living in demonic countries are usually treated like everyone else thinks they are. From the Demons, we're nothing but consumables for livestock."

The carriage also carries Mr. Alex of the Divine Nation and Luvent of the Heavenly Nation.

In the kingdom of the Divine Nation, slaves are treated the same way, right?

I wonder with what thoughts you two are listening to you, Tris. And thoughts.

Again, Louvent was Louvent.

Hmm, I was snorting and listening, Luvent, but the feeling I leaked is always the same.

"But it's pitiful. I didn't know my hand would carbide just because I had the Devil's Sword in my hand. This is why vulnerable people..."

"Luvent, what do you want me to touch the seat of the soul spirit?

Smiling, I summoned Ares.

Ares makes a mysterious space on my lap.

Then Louvent let him dramatically pull his face and refused, as he panicked.

"But I like this arm. All kinds of conveniences, huh?

"Can I touch it?

"Go ahead."

Interesting to see what's convenient, let me touch your arm, Tris.

Sleek, ceramic texture. It looks heavy, but it doesn't seem to impose an impossible strain on your shoulders or your whole body.

"Can you move it of your own free will?

"Absolutely. Well, it's through magic, to be exact."

"So, Tris, you're a human being, but you have magic?

"There's a lot going on..."

A little, the words got clouded.

Well, everyone has a situation they can't talk about, right?

Besides, Tris, it's no wonder you had magic. and we can honestly nod.

'Cause we all know I'm in dragon air, too.

"I'd rather listen to everyone than that! How can a brave man be? What kind of adventure did you have? After all, the ultimate goal is the Demon King Crusade or something!? Elnea, you're strong, aren't you? You live in the Dragon King's capital? How do you know the Titan Demon King? I mean, even though you're a people, you have a soul spirit seat, that's amazing! Are you on top of that head the winged dragon fellow I saw in the morning!?

Tris, just to ask you a question, I laugh, but I talk about my previous adventures.

You were listening to us, Tris, shining your eyes like a dreaming boy.