Transmigration: Forced to Be a Fake

32 - I want to have it

Meridians prefer the OP king in terms of thought. Not afraid of anything, maybe also greedy and always attach importance to his country above all things.

Not the individual type is already strong to the point that it seems that there is no need for supporters. Is he the demon king? Substantial.

Laila did not know putting someone in the right place.

Beautiful eyes. Moreover, he could also slow down the flow of mana.

Where around Miss tells me that Miss likes those eyes.

I want to have it.

Herdian laughed a little. That's kind of scary. Want to have Your Majesty or just Your Majesty's eyes?

Just eyes. And a face, if you can.

Herdian just chuckled.

Speaking of that, Herdian, there's something I want to know.

What is it, Nonaku?

Is Lucas following us?

Lucas's? Why all of a sudden, Miss?

He's following us?

No. gabe. As far as I can go.

Herdian flicked his finger suddenly, and it seemed like it was sending his wind away all around.

There's no sign of anyone other than the people around here, miss.

How far is your wind range?

Herdian silently looked at him. Perhaps he had not expected the Meridian to be serious.

Unfortunately my furthest limit is only five hundred meters.

So Lucas is out of that range, isn't he?

Is Miss sure Lucas is following us?

No. gabe. I just feel like that stubborn guy will keep an eye on me. After all, he always relaxes and does nothing but nag and say I'm crazy.

Herdian laughed a little. I think you're right, Nonaku.

In that case, Herdian was not the one he would be involved in finding out the truth about Lucas and Dion.

For the rest of the journey, the Meridian closed. Late while leaning on Herdian. The air became increasingly cold, and it turned out that the region where they were going was indeed covered by snow even though it was not winter now.

It was like a mysterious territory in a fairy tale and was unimportant.

As soon as he woke up from his sleep, Meridians rushed down. Go to the car to change clothes.

If Dion did something that resulted in the Meridian's ability to weaken somewhat, then this trip was his chance to find out the truth.

"Yohannes."

"Yes, Miss?"

Meridians propped up their chins near the window of the horse carriage, staring at the pale purple-haired handsome bodyguard. He stood guard obediently near the Meridian carriage while the others rested.

"Can you use magic?"

"No, Miss. I'm a swordsman."

Hooh, so Laila also created a swordsman.

"Who is the best swordsman in the empire?"

".... Your brother, Young Master Lucas."

The meridian massages its temples spontaneously.

Immediately he expected the Swordsman to teleport because he seemed to need ice cubes.

Why did all the OP whizzes emerge from noble families? The original nobles only set up a government where they should be the most profitable, collect taxes from ordinary people, and worshiped as if they were gods.

DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE TRUE HERO'S LIFE STORY!!

Are there no heroes from ordinary people?

There is already the crown prince of the Empire, already the heir to the Duke, now four children Marquis overpower anyway?!

Where there are swordsmen whose work is just relaxing! Lucas's muscles are not because he often has a sword but because Laila wants to have bread torn!

"No-Miss?"

"Don't mind my expression. I'm in a period of growth." The meridians sucked deep cold steam into his body or this chariot would burn out. "So, since you're a swordsman, you know less about magic?"

"I've only learned a little bit of theory from Your Majesty, Miss. We swordsmen sometimes have to deal with a witch. That's why we've also studied some types of magic even though we can't use it."

Meridian exhales. Trying to calm down.

"Do you know anything about memory magic? Something that might make someone remember a certain event or forget a certain thing."

His eyes were curious as to why the Marquis' daughter would want to know such terrible things.

But as a knight, at least he immediately replied, "There, Miss. Even if it falls into the forbidden magic category."

"So so. Can all witches do that? I mean, maybe it should be with a certain element?"

"The witch's element doesn't set limits on what she can do, Nonaku."

Yohannes was silent, as if he was thinking about what to explain to this lady.

"Elements are only the basic abilities of witches. Speaking of elements, from what I know, there is a lot of magic that can be done from just one element. Including forbidden magic."

"But they also depend on controlling ability and maturity, do they?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Does it take a spell to do magic other than elements?"

"To my knowledge, it's not, Miss."

So the spell was more like a self-pronunciation of what kind of magic to cast?

"Last, I think I need to ask. How much more time does it take to arrive at the border?"

"With this pace, we'll be there in ten or twelve days, Miss."

Then there's ten more days left. Meridian felt he had no choice but to be patient for now.

...*...

"Hey."

The meridians were serenely contiguous as the entire surrounding corner changed, displaying a void space where he used to talk to the Trash Meridians.

It turned out that not only could he appear at will, but the Meridian could ask directly, then he appeared according to the Meridian's will.

As usual, Meridian was always annoyed at how healthy she was the leg barges here, so as she sat on the chair, the girl knelt down near her chair.

"Give me your memories of Dion and Lucas."

The large screen before the Meridian had already changed. Serious displayed similar pieces of a short video in which the False Meridians fused together both hands in front of his body, deathly pale in Dion's presence.

He did not want to answer why, nor did he want to show a clearer memory.

For various reasons, the Meridian must find out for itself through this simple clue.

Of course, Meridian's original clue was his knowledge of the fictional world.

Fiction has always been designed to be dramatic. Want the main character not to bother will always be forced to bother so that he moves. Be given a reason 'want how else' so that he does what he does not want to do.

Now, according to the laws of the fictional world, what is the approximate reason a sister is afraid of her brother?

The Meridian's body had no traces of lashes, blows or anything like that.

Not violence.

Dion's personality is more about a tsundere protective older brother than a psychopathic older brother.

Not verbal violence either.

Hmmmmmm.

First, why did this idiot actually look like he was going to be mutilated just because Dion and Lucas were around him?

Time is only because Dion and Lucas are descended from demons.

Herdian said there is no racial discrimination in the world. Those who bleed demons do not have the tendency to become terrifying demons.

He was not made hostile either.

Could it not be because of his demonic blood?

"Hey."

"Yes?"

"Can I create a human here?"

"What?"

"Here." Meridian glanced in annoyance. "I want to create my shadow. Something I can talk to other than you."

"Maybe?"

Meridian fluttering hands. "Go hide in a place I don't want to know. I need some alone time."

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