In the main hall of the Grand Ceremony Operations Headquarters.
Most of [No Name] and other participants were gathered here. Among the wounded, Black Rabbit and Ren ran over happily when they saw Eight-cloud Ink.
Standing beside Eight-cloud Ink was Sixteenth Nights, who had fought with the enemy before.
"How is it? How is your opponent? "Eight-cloud Ink looked at Sixteenth Nights.
"Well, he said he's not the Demon King. It seems like he's just a small soldier."
"Is that so? Then if you lose to him, find an abandoned wasteland and bury yourself. "
"Ahaha! Of course! " Sixteenth Nights laughed. When he saw Black Rabbit, he immediately asked, "Hey, Black Rabbit, what's the Judgement Authority?"
"It's one of the authorities given to the Judgement Controller. It can be used to determine if there are any imperfections in the rules made based on the [Organizer Authority]."
Ashina held Aistel's hand and immediately frowned when she heard Black Rabbit's words. "… The rules are imperfect?"
“Yes。 According to Young Master Ren and Lord White Yaksha, it's said that this game may not have established a definite victory condition, so I immediately used the Judgement Authority to request for the game to be suspended. "
"What a powerful authority." Flying Bird could not help but admire.
However, Black Rabbit shook his head with a complicated expression. "It's not that simple. After the game is suspended, both sides need to re-examine the rules. However, once the game restarts, it means that the rules have been approved by both sides. The loser will have no regrets …"
Everyone was silent.
"Why are you all so depressed? It's not like we'll definitely lose. "Eight-cloud Ink clapped his hands. Sixteenth Nights laughed." That's it! Isn't it enough to defeat the Demon King? "
At this moment, the hall door opened. Shadora and her brother Mandela entered the hall.
With a tense expression, Shadora announced to the participants.
"We're going to participate in the discussion with the Demon King. There are four people going with us. First, the Boxting noble, Black Rabbit, and [Salamandra] will send Mandela. If anyone knows the details of Hamel's Piper, please come forward to help negotiate. Is anyone willing? "
"Hamel's Piper? What's that? "Eight-cloud Ink asked.
"… I can't explain it clearly right now. However, Yaguma-sama can come along as well," Black Rabbit said.
Therefore, after a discussion, the members of [No Name] participated in the discussion with Shadora under the distrustful gazes of the other communities.
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In the VIP lounge.
"Now, let's begin the deliberation of the bestowment game [The PIEDPIPERof HAMELIN]."
Black Rabbit announced the beginning of the resolution in a very serious tone.
The members of [No Name] and [Salamandra] sat on one side of the long table. Opposite them was the Demon King girl, Pest.
She had rose-colored hair and wore a dress with black spots. No matter how one looked at her, she was a cute little girl.
Behind her was Will, who was wearing a military uniform and had escaped from Sixteen Nights, as well as La Ting, whose flute had been interrupted by Eight-cloud Ink.
"First of all, I would like to ask the organizer about the rules of this game —"
"There are no imperfections."
Pest interrupted Black Rabbit's speech.
"The rules are very complete, including the seal on White Yaksha. Therefore, there is no need to accept the decision. "
"… Really? Black Rabbit's ears are connected to the center of the box. If I lie, I will be exposed immediately. "
"No problem, but … we were forced to pause the game for no reason because of your groundless speculation. Do you understand what I mean?"
Pest looked at Shadora. The latter gritted her teeth unwillingly. "… If there is no improper behavior, must we add conditions that are beneficial to you?"
"That's right."
Black Rabbit sighed and began the deliberation.
She looked up at the sky. Her rabbit ears swayed slightly.
After Black Rabbit meditated for a while, she lowered her head awkwardly.
"… I have received the box's answer. There are no imperfections or improper aspects in the game this time. Lord White Yaksha's seal is also formed based on proper methods. "
The sound of people gritting their teeth could be heard in the VIP lounge. This time, the participants would be at a disadvantage.
"I have said this before," Eight-cloud Ink suddenly said, "Sealing White Yaksha is a part of the rules of this game."
Those who did not know about this let out exclamations of surprise. They looked at Eight-cloud Ink in surprise.
Pest and the other two also looked over in surprise.
"Lord Yakumo, do you know something?"
"Hey, hey, don't keep us in suspense. Hurry up and tell us!"
Under everyone's urging, Eight-cloud Ink thought for a while and said, "Pest, this is your name, right?"
"Yes."
"Then … Latting and Wessy. I heard that there is also a white giant called Shtrom —"
At this point, Eight-cloud Ink said in an affirmative tone, "Your true form is the Demon King of the Black Death."
"Amazing!"
Pest nodded in admiration.
"… In this way, it makes sense that White Yaksha's movements were restricted because of the seal. The fourteenth century when the Black Death was prevalent happened to be during the Little Ice Age. The sun's activity began to slow down, and White Yaksha represents the Star Spirit of the sun. "
Clap, clap, clap!
Pest could not help but clap.
"That's right. It is precisely because of this that White Yaksha was sealed."
When White Yaksha's name was mentioned, Pest clearly showed a hint of disgust.
"Hmm? You hate White Yaksha? "
"That's right! If she hadn't slacked off, the Black Death wouldn't have … "
Blaming the sun's slacking off for the spread of the Black Death? Eight-cloud Ink understood.
"I see. Your true goal is to take revenge on White Yaksha?"
Pest fell silent.
"Ahahahaha … So it was caused by that perverted loli?" Sixteen Nights laughed out loud.
However, the atmosphere was still very heavy, so heavy that Eight-cloud Ink felt disgusted. So —
"So, Miss Demon King is also a hero against the [Sun] …?"
Everyone was speechless.
"Lord Yakumo, don't make trouble at this time! Ahhhh!!!!"
"Tsk! I'm not making trouble. "
"Cough cough!!!"
Pest patted her cheeks and looked at Eight-cloud Ink strangely.
"Okay, since the decision is meaningless to the rules, the problem now is when to restart the game."
"When to restart? Are you going to give us time? "Shadora looked at Pest in surprise. Wasn't this beneficial to the participants?
Ren frowned and said, "The Black Death virus has already hidden in some of the participants. If the game restarts for too long … they will die before the game starts."
"How about we make a deal?"
Pest suddenly laughed. Then, she looked at Eight-cloud Ink.
"As long as you, everyone here, and White Yaksha are willing to join me, I'll let everyone else go."
"…" Eight-cloud Ink pondered for a while and turned to look at Sixteen Nights.
The latter seemed to have thought of something and said, "You want to recruit people? You lack people? I see. Apart from taking revenge on White Yaksha, you also want to recruit people to join you? "
Pest's expression froze.
She was right!
"We won't give in!" Mandela pulled out the dagger in his hand. "From now on, everyone in [Salamandra], be it me, Shadora, or anyone else, as long as they show symptoms, immediately commit suicide! You want us to join the Demon King? That's a fool's dream! "
Pest set the rules. There were two conditions for the participants to win. First, they had to defeat the organizer. Second, they had to expose the fake legacy.
The first condition wasn't difficult. The key was the second condition — what exactly was the fake legacy?
[Time is needed to expose the riddle. In that case —]
Eight-cloud Ink said, "Pest, we can add in the rules that we won't kill our companions or commit suicide. The game will start three days later. What do you think?"
"No. Two weeks."
"Deal!"
Eight-cloud Ink agreed without hesitation.
"Lady Yakumo!!!"
Black Rabbit's face immediately turned pale.
Two weeks was enough for those infected with the Black Death to show symptoms. At that time, these people would completely lose the ability to participate in the game. This would undoubtedly greatly weaken the strength of the participants. Even if they had enough time to expose the riddle, they wouldn't have enough strength to defeat the Demon King — this was what Black Rabbit thought.
At the same time, the others present also thought the same.
Only Sixteen Nights thought of something as he looked at Eight-cloud Ink.
[Could it be … that Yakumo has a way to cure the Black Death?]
In front of the unscrupulous potions produced by the Forever Pavilion, the Black Death was nothing to worry about.
The only thing Eight-cloud Ink had to worry about was whether or not those people who used Yonglin's strange potions to cure the Black Death would start a riot.
[Although I don't know what kind of side effects those potions have, considering that we defeated the Demon King, those people shouldn't go overboard, right? … Probably …]
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