Hitsugi no Maou

Behind Lucina looking out the window at the landscape of doom, the samurai's nagi dresses the hunter's remains in clean hemp.

Simplified design Morgue embroidered hemp clothing belongs to Nagi's late son. He had just turned eight years old and bowled with the snobber army marching ahead, where his father had taken him on a hellazika hunt, leaving neither father nor son to return.

An imperial snobber whose existence the people of Coffin had not even recognized at the time.

They came all of a sudden across the mountains, slaughtering the Border Guard without a declaration of war, and raising everything they met on the road to the King's Capital to a blood festival.

King Lugassa, who abandoned the House of Lords, which repeated all the arguments all the time in the emergency, put some of the Knights and Warriors on the defense of the King's capital and led all the remaining soldiers to interception.

The Coffins, who marched out without any preparation or prior information, fought well, but could not have responded to the sudden (and overwhelming) emergence of a giant God from behind enemy forces.

Coffin, who was killed by the king in the first war, chooses to surrender while in turmoil.

When the Senate sent messengers to enemies marching to the King's Capital, Snobba's generals welcomed the messengers (wanting to) and accepted their surrender.

Gallol, who kept his back at the door of the room, opened his mouth as he looked at the mature wheat-colored hair of the nagging child.

"This child looks like a war-disaster orphan from the former Battle of Separca. Like being picked up by a hunter when he was a baby and has lived in the Tioline Forest ever since."

"... Really?

As Lucina bent her neck and asked, the child nodded snuggly.

Lucina leaves the window and kneels in front of the child staring at the shoes made of leather.

"What was the hunter like? It must have been a mother's replacement, right?

……

"Dear Lucina, now..."

Nagi softly puts his hand on the shoulder of the child who has just lost his parenting.

Right, right, a little hand grabbed that finger as Lucina breathed, but tried to get up again.

A child with a raised face said in a fine voice as she reflected Lucina's face in her big eyes.

"Ohime, do me a favor"

"Mm... what?

My child tells me she's a princess, and Lucina asks while staying slightly.

The little boy pointed out the window Lucina had been looking at until earlier, under the gaze of three adults.

"I want the hunter's bow to stay that way. So, when I'm done, I'd like you to take it with you."

……

"Please"

The hunter, in his days in the woods, apparently taught and raised this child well. What a fine gentleman. Lucina also returns "OK, let's forgive" for the grandeur.

It was also a promise that by the time he grew up, he would kick Snobba out of the country and rebuild Coffin.

Heroes' relics are exposed by snobbers to screw up Coffin's heart. If there's ever a time for Lucina and the others to get rid of it with their own hands, that's impossible except when Coffin regenerates.

Lucina asked in the gentlest possible voice, laying her opposite hand on the finger she was taking.

"Are the scales (candles) decorated on that bow really Morgue's? So I heard the hunter took it back."

"Yes, the hunter fired an arrow at Morg, and that's when he fell off."

Faster than Lucina, who rounds her eyes, Garroll takes his back off the door and says, "You think I shot him?" He raised his voice.

"Are you telling me you put an arrow on the sky-dancing Morg? The patron saint appears only in the clouds, like an illusion of the far-sighted."

"There was a nest."

Morg's, nest.

In front of the outdated adults, the child continues as he drops his eyes on both hands of Lucina, who are warming his hands.

"About, on a night without light, we come down in the woods under storms and ease our feathers. So I'll be back in an hour or so. A floating island in the woods, covered in bottomless swamps, was Morg's nest... but I don't think it's coming back. 'Cause I burned all the trees around me."

"You got to be kidding me. That the patron saint of the country slept with the beast in the woods? For hundreds of years we believed that Morg was a legend that existed only beyond the sky..."

"No," Lucina shook her head as she narrowed her eyes to a wolf (wandering) galore.

"It is the person who preaches and worships the legend. We deified (Shinkaku) Morg, considered him a great thing out of reach, and did not intend to get close to Hannah.

I don't know what to say, but the hunter seems to have been a distant figure from the Coffins' faith. He had a liver that lived dignified in the border woods, and had no fear of Morg, so he could know the reality of the dragon. "

"How ironic that we brought him closer to the patron saint because of disbelief... and challenged Morg to peel the scales..."

"The hunter said that he was originally sold in an approximate port town, which was which. I bought myself and I saw a gap in the carpet, and he said he ran away... I mean Morg, but when the arrow stabbed me, he said he was surprised and flew away. He said he didn't know who he was exposed to because he was about.

I'm kind of sorry to hear that the hunter stopped trying to morgue me because I don't really get away with rolling over there and twisting. "

Gallol shook his body fluttering with his hands on his forehead.

If they had heard such stories of subjects of faith that were often even awed (probably) to approach, they would not have been able to do so either.

But Lucina stared at the back of the child's eyes and eventually said in a strong tone that made him say yes or no.

"This story must not be heard except by us. What's your name?

"It's a 'little one'. That's what the hunters have always called it."

From the side, he says, "No, it's not a dog," and the little one shakes his head and says, "It's a little one," overlapping the same answer twice.

Lucina nodded that she understood, putting her hand on the little one's shoulder and said with a nervous look on Gallo and Nagi.

"Don't you guys talk about chicks. If you put it in Snobba's general's ear by mistake, it won't be a child's story."

"Master Lucina? What is that..."

Turn your gaze and words to the bewildered (konwarted) Nagi with a gaze that says "well".

"The general is trying to clear up Coffin's hopes. Kill kings, owl knights and hunters, all of whom Master Lucina is trying to get to kneel before herself. If you've cleaned up the royal family and the heroes, there's only one more spiritual pillar left for the people"

"No way...... give me a morg!?

Lucina nodded with a wrinkle between her eyebrows, screaming and blocking her mouth.

"Within what Morg thinks is nothing but empty, inexperienced beings, no matter how easy it is for the winged generals to manipulate God. But if the opponent finds himself going down to the ground and sleeping, he will summon the soldiers to find a place to sleep.

... If the patron saint of the country is killed, the shock of attacking the people of Coffin is not the ratio of a king or an owl knight. True despair rules the country "

"I can't even imagine......! Will Morg be killed? If the dragon god who grabs the rain of Coffin dies, what the hell will happen to this land...?

No one returned the answer to Gallor's words.

In a quiet room, only the sound of Lucina spitting sounded unusually loud.

"Maru, maru, maru, maru... maru"

"Even the fat bugs were stuck."

Ash looked up from the page of the book for a moment and then said, "No!" She looked back behind her back.

Turn sideways to the ash with the dust on his helmet as he pays off the dust (dust) on the cabinet with a scuff (...) made of gray feathers.

"Reading on the way to cleaning is no fun."

"Stand and see, not read. The writing is pungent. I've been studying Coffin characters."

That being said, Ash lifts the book and points the page he was standing on (...) at the dust.

The pages lined with thin letters on thin, yellow paper bore strange shapes composed of only true circles (Shin Eun) and complete 'Maru'.

An overlapping circle, as if it were a chain (crease), communicates with another chain (from) while drawing a spiral (spiral), and becomes a single stream, creating an even more gigantic circle.

A circle made of circles. If you draw a line in the center, the shapes will be completely symmetrical from left to right.

When the dust shows the shape with a wingspan, he tilts his neck, "It's a rayakels ring."

"The book has teeth in modern Coffin lettering. It's the ancient coffin letters that line it up there. It's a copy of an inscription left by a human more than a thousand years ago."

"Wait, what ring? Yarale crow?"

"What is that pathetic crow? It's Rayakels. Blasphemer Rayakels. His name is Rayakels the Demon King."

Demon King. The moment I heard the word, a strong light of curiosity dwelt in Ash's eyes.

"A demon king means a demon king who brings disaster to people, a demon king? But that Rayakels was human, wasn't it?

"One theory tells me he was a terrible demon with three horns, and another theory tells me he was just a miserable old man"

"Not at all. Which one is it really?

"You want to know? That's the adventurer, curious. But knowledge doesn't always come for free."

The dust placed a shining shade on the ash at the end of the cupboard.

Ash, who tries to take it in advance, hands on several occasions.

The whole thing was unusual, made of metal that reflected the view like a mirror.

"Shall I grind it shiny? When it's over, it's another one. There are thirteen in the room, so do it while you count."

"Shh, it's already shiny"

"It would be more shiny if you polished it. If you want to stay, help your landlord. If you do a perfect job, I'll serve you a meal, and I'll let you talk about the Demon King."

Conversely, if I brush it to shreds, I skip the rice.

Ash received the cloth to be thrown and brushed it out by placing it on the floor. The dust falls on the dust all over the room as is.

Thus, as Ash brushes and polishes and polishes and repeats the search, the dust is swept and collected, and the garbage is buried in a dedicated hole, and time passes.

Once again, Ash opened his mouth to the dust as he grabbed the seventh claw.

"Hey, it's even more so now"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you leaving me at home?

The dust flaunts small while cleaning the space for adding space at the back of the house and partitioned by the slab door.

The only thing that made the ground protrude. There are holes there, deep enough for the arms of the dust to soak in.

When the hole was at the bottom, it was bent to the L shape in front, and the bug (...) lived behind it, which became a trail (Furokoji).

It is a worm that is always kept in a coffin-style toilet, a beneficial worm (Ekichiyu) that lives by breaking down human and animal excrement (dandruff).

Its appearance is a butterfly-like insect with yellow, shining feathers, and its mouth has a tough (ginger) chin besides a mouthpiece.

This bug prefers dark, wet (shimmering) places and dislikes to approach people and animals directly. So plant a plant that will be a stopping tree to keep its wings from getting wet in the back of the toilet hole, and if you let the larvae or eggs go there, you'll carry the toilet cleaner for the rest of your life.

The job is brilliant, and some five provide a clean excretion space for the home all year round. One thing to keep in mind is that if you stay away for a long time, you'll go home hungry and go wild, and you can't let the birds of your natural enemies into your house by mistake.

Dust, from years of experience, creates an even more comfortable toilet by turning a stop tree into a highly scented vanilla…

"Hello?"

To Ash as she peered into her face, Dust returned to me and placed a bunch of soft tree leaves (if any) in the corner to wipe her ass, closing the slab door. The leaves of the tree are also vanilla based and smell close to the fresh fruit.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't listening"

"Already! Why did you leave me at home?"

"Oh, my God, it's so yuki. You have nowhere to go."

The dust takes away the scuffs I left behind in the toilet and puts on Ash's helmet.

"Not like that," she said in an angry tone as she prevented hiccups with her arms.

"I'm talking about why you're so nice to me for bringing in trouble. 'Cause you almost got kidnapped because of my involvement, and three adventurers... well, I had to get rid of them."

"If it's your fault those three sexual roots were rotten, it's a problem. Nothing, you're just saying that we've been made fun of by each other's bad guys. Don't worry, I won't resent you."

"... but I, too, could be a bad guy"

Trying to look up at the dust that leans (shakes) up his neck, Ash rolls his eyes behind his helmet.

"Did you not think that you would be able to accommodate a stranger at home? For example, when I woke up in the morning, I lost my golden-eyed stuff."

"We don't have any gold eyes, and I'm not young enough to spot the character of your little girl."

"What do you mean!" The dust grabbed Ash's chin with a meaningful gesture. The iron of the helmet and slightly sweaty skin hit my fingers.

"You're the one who's honestly messing with my weird house? What if a young woman lives with a man who lives alone and makes a mistake? In the middle of the prairie, your screams won't reach anyone."

An eye-opening ash suddenly sneezed loudly the next moment.

In front of the dust, which is caught in the brim and releases the fingers, pluck the helmet and pluck the interior with a cloth for wiping the wipes.

"... I sneeze when people talk nasty like that. The back of my nose is mumbling."

"You have a weak mucous membrane in your nose. I mean, when the nostrils widen, you sneeze."

"I never imagined the future would be too difficult. If you think someone will ever show up to lend you a roof until Morg finds you, you can tell me anything else... and Dust is, for once, a benefactor to your life..."

But what is it?

Taking Dust's gaze, Ash makes him laugh a little mischievously at the top of his head.

"Dust doesn't have that kind of 'scare' because it's not manly to look at. I feel like I'm staying at my girlfriend's house."

"Again. You like to make me an example of a female acquaintance. I thought the women of the world hated men."

"I feel that being feminine and being feminine subtly means something different. But, you know... he thought I was a good guy when I first met him."

"No, I didn't think I could do it. I thought it was the weak one."

Ash accidentally pulled the grey hair off the dust. "What, do you do it?" Ash stares at the tip of her hair in her hands, to the dust she says with a completely unmotivated face.

"... it's dusty"

"What"

"I was wondering when I ate, but I had all sorts of things at the end of my hair. If we're going to stretch, we need a proper bundle."

"I don't like it and stretch it. I just feel like if I cut it, it's gonna fall out."

"What's that?... hey, there's something more useful than polishing."

A laughing ash showed dark hair to his own shoulder tip.