Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

"Please surrender, Mr. Caligula"

When Fujiwara declared so, a caligula floating high enough to look up tilted his neck.

They took these words as paranoid.

I look down on this one with a gaze that includes joy, like contempt for the poor.

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?"

That's what I call it. It hardens along the way.

I finally realized.

That the lid of 'Orgol of the Corpse' is open in Fujiwara's hands...

To the fact that music is coming out of it...

The undead monsters behind it are growing up for some reason.

"Unfortunately, at this moment in time, the dominance of the undead monsters has already shifted to me."

Fujiwara is running sucking up magic with tremendous momentum, resisting the 'Orgol of the Corpse' on his palm, tells him so.

It is not difficult for one to escape this scene.

If you give up "Orgol of the Corpse," Caligula won't follow you obsessively either.

But I still think so.

Even if you run away, if the 'Hundred Nights' begins again, nothing will change. The labyrinth city will remain lonely as ever, and The Age of the Good Old Mages will lean in time. Sooner or later, if the customer's legs are completely interrupted, the store should crumble.

However, if you do, you may lose your place and get lost on the streets. Above all, you will not be able to appraise the tools and have an unmistakable conversation with the guests you know.

It was for such a whispering reason, but it was enough for me to risk my life.

So I made a decision.

Become a user of The Orgol of the Corpse - this is the only solution you can do.

"Oh no... how can you use it...?

Fujiwara, without question, turns his palms to the undead monster behind Caligula.

Exercise a relatively simple, unaffordable 'transformation' in nefarious sorcery that you have just worn.

It is a technique of transforming the nature of the undead monster in domination into a different species.

Some conditions need to be added when strengthening the subject, but the weakest undead monsta known as the fire (Will Orwisp) - the point is, it's easy if you just turn it into an almost powerless being just for the soul.

And 'Transformation' begins.

The undead monsters as long as they fit in sight collapse one after the other, and instead only a dark bonfire-like light emerges.

Dependent wreckage is falling out of shell and burning.

"Orgol... can only be used by royalty... you must be qualified..."

Caligula is right, Fujiwara is not royal.

Not to mention not even civilians.

What's more, I'm not an elf, I'm not an ugly pig ghost, I'm not a man or a woman. I'm not a warrior, I'm not a magician, let alone an appraiser.

The existence of Fujiwara is nothing to this world.

Because Fujiwara is not from this world. I therefore do not possess every qualification because I do not belong to this world, and at the same time I am not questioned for every qualification.

I think it's a terrible trick. However, Fujiwara was able to handle all kinds of grant tools only to explain that this was the case.

"By and large, the price should be life... why are you still alive...?

Even though he is a corpse himself, Caligula gazes at this one with a face as if he had even come across a ghost.

But he is mistaken.

What you need to activate 'Orgol of the Corpse' is not exactly a soul. It's the magic of life and equivalence. That's definitely why it was described in the description of the magic circuit. And it is worth a hundred thousand drops of the flowing whole blood magic of each person's body.

Fujiwara still hadn't figured out how much magic flowed into her body, but she stepped on it at least a thousand times that.

"The Orgol of the Corpse" is greedy and, despite having already fulfilled the conditions, has still continued to breathe magic. But still, if you cure this situation by the end of the music and close the lid, you won't be taken to life.

"Oh... no... my corpse (carrot)... my ambition..."

For a while, Caligula watches the increasing light behind her as she voices her way through the armies of the powerless undead.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I resent you. I'll curse you. I'll make you suffer. I'll freak you out. I'll hyperventilate you, make you itch all over your body, rot the area, peel off the skin in your body, poke it with a needle, twist it with all my might, twist your bowels and kill you................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

He grumbles at the bumps and whispers.

And as he embodies his will to continue wearing words that he cannot bear to hear, the black hungry man, the hungry man, moves slowly, stiffens his fist and comes towards Fujiwara.

But that was pointless.

Because the dominion of this area of undead monsters is already in Fujiwara. Needless to say, it contains the spirit of the clown in front of it, as well as a giant black monster.

"I'm sorry, but I'd like to ask you to leave."

Fujiwara performs a 'transformation' on the subject in front of her.

The mourning clown and the beating black hungry man showed only a few moments of irresistible movement, but he broke down his appearance without hesitation and came to an end in flames.

… Thus, the "Hundred Nights" that had afflicted the Labyrinth City for three years ended.

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Identification Card: Orgol of the Corpse (Contraindications/Fantasy)

"Who inherits the honorable blood, who binds the people, who are promised glorious glory, and who both proclaim: give blood equal to themselves, and the world will give you the art of reversing life, like the thread of the spider of Namigainga"

"The capital was called the capital of happiness by its inhabitants. Music plays somewhere at all times, people smile constantly, and there is not one person starving to walk in the alley. If you ask, to my surprise, they don't even exist sick people, children, old people, men, women, everyone has a long life beyond the age of a hundred. They say it orally." We are very happy. Because here there is no old age, no disease, no hunger, not even death. Because it is a paradise unrelated to all pain and fear. That and all thanks to that box ". The music played was overflowing from a small box dedicated to the altar of the temple in the centre of the capital." Orgol of Eternal Robbery ". In front of that box, they say if they vow to become the inhabitants of the capital, they will be given eternity. Regardless, we also hoped to be baptized. But the cup offered at the end of the ritual was poisonous for some reason. I noticed my buddy's strangeness and managed to escape without drinking just me. The people of the capital are coming after us. Some of them were poisoned and should have died. And, oh, what a terrible thing. Their identity gradually becomes dewy. Its skin rots black, its flesh rots and its bones are exposed. Yes. They're just corpses. This was never paradise or the capital of happiness. It was the Dead Capital (Necropolis) (" Roman Gentile View ") '

It is an automatic playing device (Orgol) in which music is played by stripes and gears.

The magic song "Hundred Nights Fantasy", which is played, turns the dead into an undead monster, and Orgol plays the role of an amplifier by feeding his soul, thus increasing the number of casualties without stopping.

Further apart from its original ability as a granting tool, it is that it can acquire a very powerful necromancy instead of paying for life itself. Users can follow other undead monsters because they are undead by the 'Hundred Nights' phenomenon while maintaining themselves.

It is therefore said that in history at least three cities have been destroyed and nine battlefields ruined.

For many years, this grant tool has been designated by the Nine Sisters as an object of the Contraindicated Items Catalogue (Blacklist), which also disturbed labyrinth cities, but was finally recovered due to the activity of the Miyagi crowd. It now appears to be safely stored under strict security.

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"So in the end, then, you fell asleep? The biggest credit to the Labyrinth City? Oh, I'm sorry."

"On the face of it, then it looks like it's a feat of the garden crowd, huh?

"I came out of the front gate, snapping at Igor on the way. If you look like that, you'd think everyone was a little distressed."

"I had to."

The corner of the "Soil Dragon Looking Up at the Sun" pavilion.

Aine Kleine surrounded an old wooden round table with barley wine (ale) with the faces of her old friend, the Old Children's Regiment (Rotles).

Nominally, it is supposed to be a celebration of the survival of the elders, but they drink at this rate almost every day.

I guess I'm fairly moist with the money I got from the Hundred Ghosts hunt.

"Stupid apprentice. Just at your request. I've already spoken to Morgan, so he's gone to the dungeon to pick up some herbs, and he's got a tight back."

Almost full if you look around.

Finally, the dungeon is free from the reign of The Hundred Nights, and the other Seekers seem to be celebrating it a great deal. I don't think this is the time to make money for them, but I decided not to care.

By the time they realized it, they were in a hurry to dive into the dungeon.

This is another old friend, my mistress, who brings me some extra barley wine with a bitter smile that you want to be quiet once in a while. Okay, well, until recently, who was blurry that customers were not coming in well?

Well, whatever it is, I'm sure of it.

"You're the one who won't even tighten it, he is."

"No, it's much better to be affectionate than back then."

"Well, not the one who likes to stand out, and maybe that's a good idea."

"The boy has become such a good boy"

Tristan, Zabadak and Moran nod Yeah yeah to that word that the condo squeaked smugly.

They care about and understand their idiot disciples.

Honestly, if it weren't for these guys, those idiot apprentices could have been gut-screwed bastards, too. When I thought so, my gratitude didn't come to a boil.

All right, nostalgia is warm thanks to selling holy weapons.

Shall I pay for my seat this time?

"So how's the example lady doing?

"I'm coming to see you now."

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho, I'll even look at the hero's face"

I'll take care of Cupid.

"I envy you."

Four idiots started to get up shuddering.

"When you stop imitating the wild. If you come out, you'll be what you are."

I'll put the jock down and stare at it.

"Heck."

"Eh."

"No, no, no, no, no."

"Boring"

Four old men who sit in adult seats with their mouths shut like children.

Your sister is not impressed with being worthless and sticking her neck in someone else's sex drive.

In the first place, I don't even know if they're in love with Park.

Now I thought it would be better to keep an eye on him warmer than to add extra tea, after having done it individually earlier.

Oh, what a discipleship master I am.

"First of all, in case he doesn't have a belt, I can hide. I'm not gonna let you get in the way, am I?

"What are you going to do about hiding?

"Well, that's settled. He works like a carriage horse, eats specialties over there, swallows local liquor over here, and beats bandits over there. It's a joyful journey."

"... that's not always the case."

"... still a terrible master"

"... the hard work of his disciples will be sneaked up"

"... really. It's tough."

A pair of old men shaking their heads at things like, oh man.

Yeah. All right, you guys, I knew there was no luxury.

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"Is it okay if the store stays open?

"Well, for a while, there won't be any customers in this shop."

Fujiwara tells Anemone that she cares about what's going on in the store from the office workplace (backyard).

Despite the resolution of the Hundred Nights, "The Age of Good Old Mages (Old)" can be as free as ever.

Instead, in the shopping district, they seem to be showing quite a bit of buzz by the Chambers-led big sale (sale) branded as a triumph celebration. The restocking of holy weapons, an eye-catching commodity, would be one of its factors.

"Sure, it's a festival all over now"

Anemone nods.

She's right, it's not just the mall.

It seems that the cause of the recession that lasted three years has disappeared and the labyrinth city is floating. It's like a momentum to regain the vibrancy we've lost.

A few days later, they refrain from the triumphal march and ceremony by the face of the Hundred Ghosts Hunt.

As far as congratulations are concerned, I think for every other person.

"... by the way, why are you asleep?

Anemone looks down half-eyed.

Fujiwara laughs and deludes herself as she lies on the couch.

Honestly, instead of having a fever and getting up, it can be tough to have a conversation. If it's true, I want to be resting in my bedroom (bed) but I'm in this place because my master forced me to beat him up and told me to deal with my guests because I'm going out.

If they weren't Anemone, they would have appropriately closed the store and rested.

"It's good to go to the Tree Sea, but I think I'm sick."

I haven't told her the truth.

Because the explanation stinks and I don't think there are any special problems with talking first or not.

"Why are you being so impotent at all... What if something good happens to you because you're alive and you're alive?"

"It's not funny."

Anemone is angry.

Apparently, you're worried about yourself.

I'm somewhat happy about it, and when I relax my mouth, they preach about the harshness of the dungeon, "It's not funny," he says.

Yeah. I know him well.

"How's the fever?

"I think I went down a little bit because I sweated my sleep"

"Right, aren't you thirsty?

When I say a little, Anemone carries the water insert to my mouth.

He was thirsty more than he thought, and when he noticed, the container was empty.

"Coffee would be nice anyway."

"When you touched your body, your master scolded you."

"It's a nutritional source... but with that one you can get better..."

Besides that, she makes it worthwhile to prepare new clothes, to open the window a little if it's hot, to replace the wet cloth on her forehead because it's warmer.

She even peeled the apple. Her short knife handling was considerable, making her skin look thin and long like yarn, and crafted a finely crafted one like a raven's ear.

Fujiwara laughed unexpectedly.

"What's going on?

"'Cause isn't it the other way around? You're worried about being unscrupulous in the dungeon, you're being seen, and if it's true, you're Mr. Anemone, right?

Anemone said, "It's the opposite of usual," too.

So finally, I felt like I could go back to my usual routine.

Fujiwara was grateful to her.

Maybe I wouldn't have gone to the dungeon if I hadn't met Anemone.

I should have just lived my days to be flushed without any awareness. And it is possible that he had lost his place by the "Hundred Nights".

Apparently, I really like my life now more than I think.

Needless to say, the appraisal work, but I can now realize that it is also troublesome to meet a customer and know the person, but I don't dislike it.

"... Mr. Anemone"

"Mm-hmm. What?

"No, welcome home"

When she crouches down and puts words of labor on Anemone, who is trying to feed me apples, she smiles "right now" with a slightly surprised look on her face.

"It was tough, but good work"

"Honestly, I was impotent, and I almost died a few times, but it's a promise. I came home properly. I'm a man of my word."

Fujiwara laughs bitterly as she rides the apple.

I couldn't see her fighting, but if I saw the state of the 'earless armor' and other sets of protective gear that I brought when I told her to do the repairs, I would understand.

I think it's all right and above all.

"You have to provide for your brother later, don't you?

"Yeah. The only thing I came back with was armor, but I have to bury you. But, well, now I can make a paragraph. Really -..."

He's letting the apple throw into his mouth, and Anemone stopped talking along the way.

I'm leaning down and shaking my shoulders.

I'm creeping my smile and zeroing my tears when I'm wondering if I even hit the rotten part.

"Hon... and... good..."

Fujiwara reaches out one hand and touches and wipes his wet cheeks.

Then he gently stroked the head of those who had survived the ordeal.

"Yeah, I'm really glad."

She wasn't armored with hard, strong armor anymore, or wearing a helmet with no facial expression. That's because you no longer have to fake yourself in this maze city.

So from now on, you will always be free to laugh or weep.

That was a great pleasure.

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The above is the backdrop of the "Hundred Nights" that made the maze city noisy.

Thus Anemone L. Amberlight returned from a long journey.