Hitsugi no Maou

The sky of this land is always stained with cold gray.

The sun is always on the clouds and does not shed light directly on the earth. There was no concept of blue sky or anything else, I just had to describe the sky with only a dark gray light (nootan).

Short, thin, weed-covered surface. Beyond the prairie, which runs everywhere, the blue and white mountains soar, with fine snow at its top.

Occasionally a gust of wind blows up the snow in the mountains and brings them to the meadows.

Powdered snow flew through the sky, grass why... bending into the middle of the meadow, fell on the young man's head.

Ah, a young man who raised his voice twisted his neck and looked up at the sky.

In the place where the young man was bent there was something like an altar, almost buried in grass, organized in white cubic stone.

True square stone floors for adults to fall asleep on.

There was a hole in the middle of it for a piece of stone, and the young man was peering into it.

The hole is large enough for a person's head to enter, and there is a lumpy darkness in the back. When the young man paid for the white hair that stretched to the lower end of his shoulder blade and let the snow fall, the snow fell into the hole in a clear manner.

Then, decades later, a whispering little voice comes up from the bottom of the hole.

Cold.

The young man said, gazing all the way back into the hole, lifting his long forehead behind his head.

"I'm sorry, 'relics'. It's still cold today, please warm up and rest"

From behind the hole in its voice, something loud sounds awfully loud, and the altar trembles fine.

Eventually, as the tremor subsided, the young man slowly stood up and stuck his hands in the pockets of the black jacket (so-called) that had been put together.

He was a delicate, luxurious (shabby) young man, like a woman portrayed in a famous painting.

The eyes of the big eyes are the same gray as the sky, the nostrils are through, and the lips are thin in shape and color.

Crowded blue boots eventually step on altar stone and walk out.

A gust of wind struck the grass from the mountain again, knocking fine snow on the youth.

Gray hair spreads like wings and dances like wings.

Among the young men thus revealed, there were long, ugly, guillotine blade striking marks (and more).

"This country is poor. Neither wheat nor even potatoes (potatoes) grow satisfactorily on the earth with little sun grace.

People have searched the meadows for edible grass, growing and eating weeds intact. He hunted for his life a beast in a poor mountain, and shrugged his little fish in a river that flowed like wet grass roots.

But all of them are limited resources. Grass trees, beasts and small fish were always careful not to catch too much and not to make them extinct. Even during the famine, we never got more than we decided. "

A knight kneeling on a bright red carpet (carpet) groaned as he stared at his cloak spread out on the floor.

The carpet stretched from the front of the knight, at the foot of the stone throne, endlessly cleaves vast spaces and leads to huge doors far rear.

The giant castle of stone was lined with two thousand soldiers, a quarter of whom were aligned between these thrones.

A knight on his knees raises his voice to the Lord of the Throne, subjected to a furious (mostly) slaughter directed from both sides of the carpet.

"But you denied our way of life, our culture. You suddenly pushed us from across the mountains with great armies, you subdued us and occupied the land.

The richest meadows have been dug back and replaced with your capital. The creek was crushed, the mountain beasts were hunted... and our indigenous people were driven by a situation where they no longer had to rely on food imports from your country "

"Long foreground"

From the throne, a chilling voice is returned.

The knight shook the iron armor he had put on, raising the face of the helmet covering his entire head.

To a horizontally empty peephole in the eye area, the Lord of the Throne throws words in a tone close to cursing.

"Speak equivalently to the victorious general in the minutes of the representatives of the occupied country. When I look at him, he doesn't even take off his helmet, and he tries to make himself look big by defending his whole body with armor. It's not ugly, such as a void on it."

"… In accepting the occupation, our Senate exchanged treaties with your country. In it, no matter what resources our country is deprived of, you promised not to intrude only on people and their dignity. The creation of an environment in which the people cannot live on their own is contrary to this Treaty…"

"Human dignity. That's a really ambiguous way of putting it. I wonder who it was that thought about the text."

The Lord of the Throne put his feet together under his blue and white glowing clothes.

The knight on his knees stares at his wretched (fuzzy) face.

Occupy this land, general of a great power. An overwhelming force and a man who ravaged (carved) the whole country with an unusual strange weapon.

Whenever he put his neat face, his sliced long eyes, his high nose, and his hair shining in red copper (squeaky) color into his sight, the knight became angry at the irrationality of reality and wanted to upset his chest.

The Empire "Snobba" destroyed his country, "Coffin", which had many poor but brave warriors… The General at the top of its army was not even an adult yet, he was a boy.

At best, the young general, about fifteen or six years old, looked to the knight in front of him and to the three men and women who, after looking at the group of soldiers, could fit next to him at the end.

All three of them, executives of the snobber army, are knights like the rest of the soldiers.

A woman with a long sword that seems to be in her early twenties, unsuitable for her skinny body, a man standing lightly on the floor with one hand with a huge battle axe (sheep).

"Oh," the general of the throne nodded lightly as he turned his attention to the third, skin-exposed girl like a whore (softie).

"Mariela, it's you. You made the text of the treaty. [M] Our army's" Divine Summon "... What do we mean by" human dignity "that we promised Coffin?

"My general. Dignity of the Coffins means being alive."

A girl by the name of Mariella laughs at the knight as she puts her white finger on her burly open chest.

"Our merciful army is allowing the Coffins to survive. We share and keep imported food alive. This is the intention of the treaty…"

"He said he was alive!? I just thought if we lived, we'd keep our dignity!

At the feet of a rising knight, a battle axe pierced him with a roar. The stone floor smashes and slaps the knight's armor hard.

To a breathtaking knight, a man who waved down a battle axe hoisted up the running eyes of a red snake tattoo (Itsushi) and yelled.

"Don't make a scene! Loser!"

"Lose......!

I laughed at the knight clogging his words, his throat rattling as the general put his finger on his temple.

Instead, he rises from the throne and puts his hand on the helmet of a knight with his ass floated.

A war-axe blade was lifted up on the knight's neck as he tried to pull himself apart. From the head of the immobile knight, the helmet is removed.

Sweaty golden hair was exposed in front of the crowd.

The general stares down at the hair that slightly touches the knight's shoulder and turns sideways at the man with the battle axe.

"O brave Makito, correct your words against the Knight Hall. A loser is not a worthy statement for this occasion"

"... So what?

The general threw the helmet he had taken at the floor and answered as he put the soles of his shoes closer to the face distorted by the knight's humiliation.

"" Female Dog. "Coffin's, the Knight Princess."

"This is what defeat means... resources, dignity, everything is thoroughly deprived..."

The knight who left the castle lowered his helmet to his right hand and snapped as he dragged his cape.

The castle towns built by the enemy Snoba are united by complete stone construction of roads and buildings, not found in the land, full of exotic goods and food.

All the people on the road are settlers from snobs.

Everyone gives cold eyes to the indigenous knights and the guard warriors who walk next to them.

Said the guard warrior to a knight who ate his teeth and nagged, slurping his gigantic body like a bear.

"Master Lucina, put your helmet on. Snobba settlers are all criminals who have lost their way in their country...... so to speak, we hear 'adventurers'. They have no respect for the nobles of other countries."

Called Lucina, the knight turned slightly sighted drooping eyes (yeb) at the warrior, angry at his eyes as bright as a crop, and opened his mouth.

"Do you tell me to hide my face in my own country? You say they drag me into the alley and ramble me, Gallo."

"I won't let that happen. Whether it's ten or twenty, you can stay and take them down. … but in that case, we will have harmed the people of Snoba and Coffin will be increasingly put in a predicament"

Lucina sighed long and wore her helmet to the guard warrior, Gallor's low passing voice.

Gallol is six years older than Lucina and will be twenty-five this year.

He left his blonde hair, mixed with a sparse brown color, stretched, but his mustache shaved (so) up properly and wore the same armor as Lucina's.

Except he's only a warrior without the title of knight, so he doesn't wear a cape and a helmet. That was one of the differences between knights and warriors in Coffin.

Gallol puts his hand on the dagger on his hips and says, letting his gaze sweep around him.

"Due to the Convention's Armed Restrictions item, we can only carry this stuff with us. Dear Lucina, this represents what the country itself is called Coffin. There are many enemies, and even though they are fully armed, they can only have small powers themselves. If you show the gap, the sword will be swung down one after the other, and you will be destroyed."

"If my father... the king was alive, things would still be different..."

"He was a brave man. They took their swords and fought against the armies of Snoba, and therefore they fell into the hands of their gods."

Lucina looked back at the castle behind her as she walked through the cobblestones.

A huge chunk of stone bears the bright red flag of Snoba, and beyond it, a raw white mountain peeks.

Slowly, he swayed like a sleeping baby, then immediately looked away, and Lucina slapped Gallo's armored chest, slowly.

"Gallo, what is that? The unworthy creatures that the Snobbers call God... His father was slapped, crushed, and devoured by such things. What the hell is that nonsense?"

"Dear Lucina, come and see me"

"I see it every day! I wondered how much I would slap the blade on the generals who made him look like a fool..."

"It's not about killing, it's about tears"

Gallol stuffed Lucina's helmet peephole with his fingers. To that act, which means nothing, Lucina is noticed that her voice was just up and in tears.

I stopped, nagged, and punched Galore in the chest with my fist many times.

Gallol pushes Lucina's back without expression, causing her to proceed to the exit of the castle town.

"A fellow surviving Knights, Warriors, is advancing an inside detective (who hasn't). What we know as it stands is that that huge god is the biggest weapon for the snobber army trump card, the war of aggression. It is the executive of the snobber army who is manipulating God… is the girl of the Divine Summoner, who is constantly refraining by the General"

"If you defeat even that god summoner, won't Snobba weaken all at once?

"Don't stop. If we find out that we have moved to the assassination of the Divine Summoner, the General will undoubtedly wipe out Coffin this time. Wait for the information to gather and hold a meeting to practice the plan. Nothing goes directly in the counterattack. Snobber's weakness might make it possible to rewind in diplomacy."

"Diplomacy, even though it's already occupied..."

Lucina sighed and looked at the small high hill that looked forward.

At the end of the eyes and nose of the capital built by Snoba is the original king's capital of Coffin, as if it were made exposed.

The royal castle, made of wood and natural stones, lost most of its inhabitants in battle, and the castle town also continued to dwindle since its defeat, quieting back day and night.

The people fear the enemy forces that are just around the corner, pull them to their houses and churches, and show their faces only when they distribute food.

And those who could not withstand fear and tension escaped from the capital at night, fleeing to the small villages dotted in the meadows.

The people will be gone as they are. Lucina slid her fist from Gallor's chest to her right hand as she looked up at the royal castle where she was born and raised, gripping his middle finger tightly.

"Instead of Father, I defend my country, as princess and as the head of the Knight of Coffin. But I am immature and ignorant...... Gallol, lend me wisdom and courage as head of the warriors regiment, as a friend. In order for Coffin, who has lost many wise men and warlords, to survive, it is essential to bring together the remaining forces."

"Whatever you say. My Lord."

Coffin, the occupied country. Its royal only survivor, the princess and her minister, continued to walk long uphill to the hills, backed by the stabbing gaze of the Snobbers.

(Illustration: Mr. Collar Grass Pavilion)

Once the land was overflowing (flooded) with giant things.

In the sky was a group of dragons, and in the earth stood a number of great trees covering the mountains.

A beast overlooking man trekked, and there existed a giant overlooking the beast.

Man was (ah) in the lower layers of the food chain, but he excelled more in wisdom and cunning than any other species.

They dreamed of defeating other species and then thought about taking away the power of other species.

He invented tools, he invented traps, he attacked huge numbers of things one by one, and he killed them.

Disassembled enemy bodies, built weapons, and became even stronger. He took it from a poisonous species, played deceit with a species with words, and from a species with even more magic, he learned how to use it.

Eventually, people are mobilizing all the resources they've gained in battle and robbing the world.

Hatred and desire were cast out in the medium (Buddha) an evil sorcery edition (A), prayed to a god whose name was unknown, and rained poisonous rain on the world.

The downpouring poison erodes the bodies of giant things, and the poison that stains the ground withers the grass that sucked it up.

Humanity was the most common survivor in the world when the annoying cry (abalone kan) that lasted a year subsided.

The giant species was nine tenths of a centimeter (Kubukurin) dead and extinct. Only creatures who were crawling to the ground using them as shields stood on the earth.

And the world became a land where only low length grass and lean or snoringly distorted trees grew.

In the sky stood the resentment of the destroyed species, hiding the sun.

Half of humanity loved the harsh world that he had taken away as property, and the other half abandoned it and fled across the mountains to another world.

Later, who said, Coffin (coffin) the nation built by the remaining mankind, and Snobba (regeneration) the country built by the fleeing mankind.

- Excerpt from the inscription of Rayakels the Demon King (Hibu) -