Hitsugi no Maou

An unlimited gray sky close to white. In the meadows that dawned overnight, the sunlight filtered by the clouds descended.

Ash slipped through the skylight and opened his eyes to the light that lit his face on the bed of grass.

With her awakening (spike) sideways, the young man removing the iron plate from the stone kiln (Ishima), Dust, greets him "Good morning".

"Did you sleep well? It's a rushed bed, so there might have been a bug."

"Morning. It's okay, it's not itchy anywhere"

Ash, who answers as she wakes up, grabs the left hand twist with her right hand around the yawn and stretches out "hmm".

Dust briefly scolded her as she put her feet down from the bed and just tried to wear a dragon's helmet.

"Do you have one that wears iron without washing his face? There's water and cloth on the table, so wipe your body. Then breakfast."

"... dust. You sound like a mom."

A grinning Ash puts her helmet back on the cupboard. Head to the table cursorily, pull out a warm cloth and wipe your face from the warm water strewn in a wooden barrel.

"Oh, thank God. Hot water feels so good since I've been in this country all my cold thoughts"

"How long ago did you enter the country?

"Come on, how long will it be? I was desperate to live every day and I forgot what day it was. I got a pedestrian carriage from a distant port town, and as soon as I entered the country, the border was sealed off. The merchant I came with was in terrible trouble."

"You came on the verge of snobber soldiers being placed at the border... you're out of luck"

Transferring the bread on the iron plate to a wooden plate and transporting it to the table, Ash, who was wiping his throat, snaps his nose and peeps in.

The four round breads are slightly grass colored, and the bottom is burnt to a tighter color to float (just) a fragrant smell.

Clean up the wooden barrel and cloth and pour white water (sayu) into the two glasses instead for the dust to bring. Answer "Fine" to Ash who says "I'll help you with something". After the meal is ready.

"Today's sky is gray and white, and it's sunny in Coffin. The sky dragon won't show up for a while, so I'll get help cleaning the house later."

"Mmm, okay."

In the form of a dust sitting in a wooden chair and a table snapping, Ash turns the bucket on the wall and places it on the floor and sits down.

A bucket that makes a sound of smudges. Dust shrugged his shoulders as he raised one eyebrow that you were a big, heavy ass.

"Come on, let's eat. I fell asleep yesterday drinking only potion, so I guess I'm hungry."

Taking the bread as he said, Ash closed his eyes and put his hands together in front of his chest.

In front of the dust leaning down his neck, he smiles slightly and opens his mouth.

"Mercy, my Lord, I will receive this food from your limitless love and grace. May you have mercy and blessings on this foolish being if you will. Thank you for your happiness in keeping watch and guarding your days."

"No, don't get a little lighted up when you're so impressed"

Ash turned off her grin and opened her thin eyes (a recommendation) to the words of the dust that curled her fingers around her white hair tip.

"... I didn't say thank you to Dust, I offered you a pre-meal prayer."

"Prayer?"

"It's not in Coffin? Before eating, the habit of praying to God"

Dust stared seriously at Ash's face and eventually silently dropped his eyes on the bread.

Rip it in two with your fingers and answer "No".

"Coffin is a lean land. Minerals are lubricated, but there are always problems with food. Dining in this country is a matter of people's ingenuity, ingenuity, and effort. I can't afford to do it in the hands of God."

"The idea of slaughter."

"Besides, the Coffins fear to speak to God and the Spirit on a daily basis or to offer prayers. If you speak poorly of great beings and pray arrives, it will be a mess. Look... it's just like the spell on the bone hand in the example.

Sorcery is first and foremost a mechanism that speaks the name of something great and mighty, sending orders to what you want to move and change as its spokesperson. For example, if we order peace against the world in the name of God in heaven, and the wicked of the world suddenly begins to die, we will be in great trouble. "

"Such an idiot"

"Of course that doesn't happen in real life. It takes a lot of training and knowledge to use the name of a great thing to move something around, and I've never heard of magic or anything like that that that affects humanity as a whole. But there may be some clapping.

So in Coffin, prayers to God are treated with the same care as blades, and few can handle witchcraft. "

"What? Then the dust is"

"By and large, to which God did you offer your prayers earlier? The gods of my country persecuted your parents."

Ash dropped the hand that was forming in the form of prayer.

To her staring at the wood on the table, Dust is clutching the bread without changing her expression.

"... I executed my parents because they are only human... God has done nothing..."

"Right. I didn't do anything. I haven't done anything since the beginning."

Ash stared at him lightly in Dust's meaningful dialogue. The young man with thin lines says with a voice (wobbly) like a mother's against her daughter, rubbing and chewing down the seeds of grass that came out of the bread.

"What's the point of giving me a prayer to God for not doing anything?

"I don't think faith is like that. It's different from magic."

"You don't bring salvation, it's arrogant to receive only prayer"

"It's people who save people. It is also a man's mission to fulfill his thoughts. God is just supposed to watch over us."

Dust frowned on the word, thinking. It was one of the most hated words in the world.

Thoughts, Thoughts, Thoughts... That's a word for Dust waiting for someone to push and guess. I hope someone sweet picks it up and touches it with something in it. Sounds that way.

If you can get in, it should be a will, not a thought. Thoughts are forgotten if they can be stepped on however strongly. But the will is different. The rhetoric of fulfilling thoughts, etc...

The dust turned so bigoted that it ended.

I knew a woman who was starting to blush her nose in front of me wasn't going to want to argue about that, and if she bites (or squirts) any more, it's going to be a mouth fight (dull).

Worst case scenario, I could cry. That's what I thought. The dust pointed to a plate of bread as I rinsed the white water. It means eat.

"Well, fine. It was none of my business which god you admired."

"Dust doesn't believe in the gods of this country? Your spell wasn't directed at Sky Dragon Morg. You're Coffin's patron saint."

"Morg doesn't have the power to leaf what I want. That is in the sky, a mere presence that alters the state of clouds and air by the wind pressure of the wings and the movement of giants, calling lightning and rain. I don't want to beg for rain."

"... something subtly doesn't bite me. Will God also be sorted by his abilities..."

Ash, who finally reached for the bread, stood his teeth intact without tearing.

Mogging his mouth, he opened his eyes and said, "Whoa!?" Raise your voice.

"It's so soft! A little bit of superior bread? It was like a bursting stone that was served in the royal cookout."

"That stone-like bread is the original coffin bread. But that, too, will soon disappear from the table in Wangdu. Because a field of plants called Razone the Ingredient was crushed by snobbers... My bread is cooked in a powder (kona) crushed with a grass seed called Katika mixed with a sticky (neba) juice crushed with the same grass roots.

When you do this, the hardness disappears and you bake it plump. I don't think the Kingsville guys know how I found it. "

"I wish I could tell you. It's definitely better this way."

"You won't listen to me. Because I'm a sinner."

Ash sooner rather flattens the first bread with a pelt and looks at the dust as he reaches for the second. "Speaking of which, you said that yesterday, what the hell did you do?"... to her asking, her thin lips quietly opened and closed, answering.

He pissed off the king.