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    “I knew it as soon as we crossed swords.  He is Gegenhuber.  I don’t know why he’s here though.”

    “Hey wait, so you knew he was Hube and you cut him down anyway!?  He’s a demon, and not only that, but someone you know.  You almost killed him without going easy on him at all!?”

    “If I’d gone easy on him… I’d have ended up like that.”

    “Huh?”

    Greta very patiently continued to press the coin into the casualty’s hand while speaking to him.

    “You know, I did what you said, but the king wasn’t a woman.  But since Yuuri’s a really good person, he said I was his hidden child without even showing him the seal.  So, I’m giving it back to you!  I’m giving it back so please don’t die.”

    “That’s the insignia,” Wolfram murmured, holding my elbow in place of the second brother who had to stop his bleeding.

    “That’s probably the insignia passed down through the Grisela family.  If you had something like that, the soldiers would definitely let you pass without question.”

    “So, that means he really is Gegenhuber Grisela?  Then why did he try to kill me?”

    Did he hate me even though we never met?

    “Uhahahahaa!”

    The villainous merchant Luis Biron pointed at me with a laugh that if you gave a survey to a bunch of girls, 8 or 9 out of ten would rate as unpleasant.

    “I don’t need money or women.”

    “… What, then you want to just be a little taller?”

    “I know what I want you to bet now.  If I can win Mr. Mitsuemon, I’d gladly bet the deed to the western district.”

    Why me?  (8**)  I haven’t even revealed since coming in this room that I’m the Demon King.  Then why is Biron pointing at me and laughing with a collector’s expression?

    “Ah!”

    I finally realize that my vision is clear and naturally colored and hurriedly pick up my sunglasses from the floor.  It’s too late since the merchant has arbitrarily decided my value.

    “Two people with black eyes and black hair never appear in the same world.  And it’s said that if you boil their bodies and extract the essence and drink it, you’ll gain perpetual youth and be cured of any illness.”

    Hey now, am I being treated like a Chinese herbal medicine!?  If you want my leftover bathwater, I’d gladly pump it out for you any time.

    “There are many people around the world who want a Twin Black!  Among them are nobles who would gladly give up an island or two.  They would never be able to stay quiet if I brought a rare beast like that in front of them.”

    “You’re treating me like a rare beast!?”

    “I’ve decided, Mr. Hyscliff!  If you’re willing to bet this living treasure, I’ll put forward my deed.  This can all be quickly-pon resolved.”

    Uuugh and now I’m being called a treasure.  It would be cool if you want to call me the MVP of such-and-such like Ichiro, but when you say ‘treasure’ in a hot spring town, the only thing I think of is an adult treasure house. (9)

    Even after looking at my black eyes, Mr. Shiny didn’t seem tempted by the villainous merchant’s offer.

    “To be strung along by some baseless folklore and look at such a splendid person as a prize to be won in a bet!  You are a shameless person, Luis Biron!”