Hitsugi no Maou

The repeated rains that had fallen and stopped turned into heavy rains that, by dawn, did not see the scenery satisfactorily.

At the corner of the meadow, in a depressed place to be stuck in a sloppy hill and hill, was the trunk of a giant tree that was being overthrown. Huge wreckage, distinctly different in colour from the surrounding grass. It's hollow in there, and if you take a step, it's coming from overhead, editing the grass covered in smoke. The curtains are down.

At height for five adult back lengths, the width completely blocks the hole for ten, beyond which the grey-haired young man lay on a bed that had even braided a large amount of grass as well as a curtain, looking up at the ceiling.

There are tables, appearances and stone kilns (Ishima) made of trees, and countless cupboards on the walls.

There is only one hole in the young man's gazing ceiling, and the rain is pounding the transparent membrane (maku) over it.

Staring at the pale light inserting into the space through the membrane, the young man rolled his naked torso barely.

Snowy, more like a candle (candle), white skin. The young man narrows his eyes by rubbing his shoulder, which has not grown a single uvula.

Even in the sound of the heavy rain, if I listened, I seemed to hear the screams of the people of Coffin.

Dark world, dark times. It also seemed like a matter of time before the snobber soldiers found this place.

The late King Coffin now, knowing the existence of this place, would have left me at ease. He should have been familiar with every corner of his country's prairie, always haunted by food problems.

If so, maybe there are ministers who knew where they were just as well... even if one of them made a statement to Snobba, the youth don't deserve to blame for it.

The young man remembers the face of Princess Lucina of Coffin. The last time I saw her was when she was just a girl, but I wonder how that lovely princess is doing by now.

I hear you got the title of knight with the King's education, but in that thin skeleton, no matter how you work out, it doesn't work out muscularly (kinkotsukuri cucumber).

They should have been focussed on the wisdom of military law to take military extraction (yes, sir) and the discipline to rule the country.

So is the princess still dealing with the snobber general with that thin, unreliable body?

Coffin's politics takes the form of a joint effort between the King and his ministers, as well as members of the House of Lords elected by the people.

But Coffin's political power was temporarily concentrated in the Senate, as the king died in battle with Snobba with his best bellies.

At this moment, the Senate issued a withdrawal order to all the forces of Coffin, placing a white flag on the king's capital, opening the gate, and offering to surrender to Snobba.

No more war continuation is possible before Snobba's forces, he said, accepting defeats and brazenly saying not to fight national disasters in post-war processing, but that its senate has completely shriveled (and swept) into a forceful stance on the part of Snobba, pulling all the senators into the floor calling it an ops conference.

It is for this reason that Princess Lucina, a forgotten vision of the late King, stands up to the General of Snoba with the surviving ministers.

I could easily imagine being licked and puffed up for having a truly beautiful face.

Princess Lucina will see hell from now on. Imagining the sight of her shattered soul and her head drooling over the snob, the youth woke up unwilling to sleep at all.

When you pay off a small leaf from your black trousers, open one of the cupboards on the wall and remove the liquor bottle. It was a liquor made by the meadow weeds shredding small blue fruits to be applied only in the summer, and if I drank this one, it would have been over.

Only about a quarter of a bottle of liquor, the young man pours it into his throat, however, all at once. The liquor, which smelled blue and had no taste at all, passed through his throat and drifted down to his stomach.

Originally vulnerable to alcohol, my face gets a little hot.

As I placed the empty bottle on the table and wet my lips, the sound of the rain gradually kept away from my ears and my consciousness became too much.

When I thought I'd do some meaningful experiments in this state, I heard something unusual in the back of my ear.

Looking back at the grass curtains and ears. After a while he heard the same sound again, the young man grabbed the coat he was throwing out beside his bed and jumped out across the curtain.

You can hear the high voices emanating from people's throats as they roam through the heavy rain.

You can see that the voice is heard from the stone altar buried in the meadow. No, the young man ran out in the rain so that he could play.

Put your coat together directly on skin that gets wet in an instant. As he ran up the hill and the flat meadow entered his sight, he saw a flaming glimmer in the water and grass landscape.

A pine light fire with pine yani and vegetable oil that keeps burning even in the rain.

The artificial light is one near the center of the altar, three far beyond it, dancing to the wind.

The young man stuck his hand in the pocket of his coat as he ran and took out a darker knife. The grip, which even solidified the beetle's exoskeleton with a liquid mixed with oil and wax, emitted a very shiny glow when it caught rain, pulling out the hard wooden sheath, still touching the outside air with a horrible shaped blade that was like a beetle's foot, a gibberish and a rustle.

The young man approaches the altar exhaling in a mixed breath of alcohol.

The east side of Our sky covered with black rain clouds is slightly whiter.

Sunrise in the land. The sun on the clouds dyes the dark sky gray and white.

With that grey white sky on his back, those who were making noise in the middle of the altar stiffened themselves up perfectly.

A woman's hemp clothed body is on all fours as she is illuminated by the fire of pine lights rolling on the stone floor. And its head is fitted with rusty floating, oddly shaped iron helmets.

As the youth narrowed their eyes, they observed the target with the knife standing. They mimic the face of a dragon, just below a helmet with iron curly corners, a chest burst (Ryuki) with a sunburned thin throat and a surprisingly wet cloth. At the end of the torso, which narrows to squeeze, there is also a rounded, meaty lower body.

The young man bent at his feet as he pointed the blade tip of the knife at his opponent.

From the pit of the altar, a white bone hand grows and grabs the woman's ankle.

Behind his helmet, the youth turned a stern eye to the iron mask of a woman who would surely be pale in her face.

"You dropped something in the hole. What 'd you do?

"hey... nothing..."

"Honestly, or I won't help you."

On the finger of a white bone that devoured deeply into the meat, the woman shook her head with rain and tears flowing through two peepholes in a sharp (Eri) shape.

"I didn't drop anything! They grabbed me all of a sudden! Please, do something!

"Whoever is behind this hole does not attack man without meaning.... you're hurt."

The young man said to the leg of the woman who was grabbed by the bone, finding a fine red squiggle.

A woman screams a tight scream as she tumbles up the dripping cloth from her thin hips to her legs (thighs) at once.

The wheat sunburn marks are breaking the knee tightly. A single line of blood ran on his bright white leg and a single blade wound was carved next to his buttocks.

This woman, she's dropping blood in a hole. At the same time as the young man looked down, the area around the altar was inadvertently brightened.

Three men and women surround the altar. The rest of the pine lights that were moving through the scenery reached the altar.

The young man raised his gaze from the trembling woman's leg and rose with his knees and back stretched.

I thought he was a snobber soldier, but those surrounding the altar are not wearing armor or helmets.

I wear shoulder and torso designs that are terribly hobby, at the expense of practicality, directly from the hemp clothes and bare skin.

A man who wore only one shoulder with a shoulder patch mimicking the face of a lion (Shishi) and carried a wide range of swords crossed by two on his back.

A man with five fairy-shaped patterned daggers inserted into his torso with a fine tsu (bulky) pattern engraved on it.

For the third woman, she opens the front of her white fur coat, rounds out her underwear, and puts a fine sword directly on her belt.

The three people surrounding the altar, and the woman nodding at her feet, are nothing but a joke. The young man threw his voice at the man with the lion's shoulder as he raised his hair wet and heavy in the rain.

"Snobber settler... rather than... 'adventurer'?"

"If you're a hero, you should stop. The woman is our prey. You want to join us?... Yeah... you're here, right?

To the face and voice of the young man, the man on the shoulder of the lion put his neck over his lack of confidence. To a young man laughing softly at the bone hand at his feet, a man with a tsu torso from the side raises his ear crippled.

"Take it off and you'll see. You don't mind, let's do this together! Nobody's watching!

"What have you done?"

A young man dropped a second question to an iron helmet woman after he met her. The woman answers by hissing her teeth in the back of her helmet, crying that it hurts in the hands of the bones that tighten her legs.

"I was hungry, and... I picked up the copper coin that was falling down the road... and they saw it... and they chased me..."

"Copper coin? You think one copper coin chased you all the way here?

"But when I looked closely, it wasn't Snobba's copper coin, it was Coffin's copper coin... Coffin's money isn't worth anything now... I told you to give it back, but you didn't ask me..."

"We are from the Snowba Adventurers Union. I'm doing vigilante work to improve the security of Coffin, who's going to be a snob colony."

The woman in the fur coat interrupted the story, pointing a cold gaze from the back of her red copper hair at the woman in the iron helmet.

"Everything that exists in Coffin is the property of the Snobbers. The land, the buildings, the trees, the stones, the water, the food, all the coins falling on the side of the road (Michiba) belong to the snobber army and the settlers. The woman there does not have the nationality of a snobber, a displaced person from a foreign country (Rumi). The act of picking up copper coins is an act of aggression against the Snobbers."

"We're not supposed to be talking about that at the top of the country.... that it's a vigilante? In other words, a defective colonist floating in his own country's victory and working brutality ahead of his own. Besides, I don't know if there's anyone in Snoba who's going to be good."

"Why not...! After all, you are also the unsuccessful snobber!

To the three who threw out the pine lights and stepped inside the altar, the young man half-opened his mouth as he rolled his eyes towards the sky and went low, "Ah".

A man with a tsu torso pulls out a fairy patterned knife. The young man says as he sees it at the edge of his sight, exposing his teeth of a color like a pearl (Shinju).

"Well, I get the point. You want me to turn this girl over, don't you?

"No, that's not all there is anymore. I changed my mind. You let us take the time. I still hunt them both."

A young man gazes at the words of a man with a lion's shoulder.

"What happens if they hunt you? A reward (a broom) comes out of the union and the dot, and its shoulders should be left and right?

"You're making a good mistake. That hair, you're not pure coffin, either, are you? Because Coffin's hair is gold or brown... let's have two unsuccessful foreigners become slaves too. We congratulate the merchants on the money they gave us, and you guys adore rich people in strange foreign countries, and nobody loses anything.... Don't resist. One or so of the eyeballs is not for sale."

Three men and women mount a vertigo weapon on the stone floor.

When the young man nagged, he ripped the back of his left hand with a knife in his hand, looking at the iron helmet woman who seemed to have no voice.

The soreness spreads, the blood flow is struck by the rain and falls as it creeps.

A bone hand grabbing the leg of an iron helmet woman loosened at the same time as she received the young man's blood.

The young man throws away the knife, breaks his knee as it is, and kneels as he lines up his face with the woman.

The three men and women approached inadvertently with their blades pointed, thinking that the youth had noticed.

The young man's hand, the wound, softens the bone's hand.

On purpose, the grass around the altar moaned with forces other than wind and rain.

A woman breathing rough, signs of gazing from behind an iron helmet. Youth ignore that gaze, low, twinkle.

"The heart of the fire of a deep star that sleeps in the earth... black-burning, tells in the name of the flame... he who sleeps on the altar... 'relics of the demon king'... his enemies..."

A man on the shoulder of a lion grabs a young man's long forehead.

The eyes that appeared from the back of the gray hair stared at the tip of the wet blade that was directed at me.

"The One with the Iron Blade"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

The neck of the man on his shoulder turned upside down making a blurry noise as it was.

Ugh, the neck of the man who raises his voice lifts up again with a stirring noise.

In the gaze of the glistening crowd, a long, boned hand stretched out of the altar hole begins to twist the grabbed man's hair, now directly beside him.

Whitening human arms. However, it is up to the wrist that the common sense size is maintained, and the length from there to the hiatus is loosely beyond the height of the adult.

As the man sprayed (f) blood, his neck was threaded and his sword removed, his two companions finally attacked the bone hand with a scream.

A fairy patterned knife cuts the wrist of the bone, and a fine sword held by the woman severs it slightly below there. The body of the man whose neck was broken fell on the stone floor softly, and the hand of the bone swung through the air so that it could fall.

A young man on his knees grabbed the hips of a freed iron helmet woman and rolled out to the outside of the altar. Looking at it, Tsu's torso man pulls the knife out of his hands and tries to throw it.

At that moment, bone fingers pierced his eyes. From the altar, where shouts that do not even seem to belong to men echo, the hands of long bones extend from straw to straw later.

It sounds heavier and heavier from directly beneath the altar, and the cubic stones that make up the floor blow up and the holes widen.

"What! What is this! What did you do!? What is happening!!

In front of the woman with the fur wrapped around her fine sword, her peers screamed and were torn apart by the hands of countless bones.

Two women on the spot screamed at the same time, and those who held the fine sword abandoned their still living companions and fled.

Then the group of bone hands swirls and changes direction, howling the corpse and the dying (hissing) man to track the woman.

Slipping out of the hole, the loose bone has a twist at the tip of the twist, and a number of joints connect to follow the enemy everywhere.

Only one young man on the spot, understanding the phenomenon now taking place, holds and rises up in his arms the less faint iron helmet woman of fear.

Seeing the bloody altar, Tsu's torso man was about to take his breath away right now.

The young man said quietly and emotionally as he heard the woman's terminator (Danma Tsuma) in the distance.

"You'll be satisfied, adventurers... it's the biggest, last, greatest adventure of your life"