Hitsugi no Maou

After cleaning all the way, the dust had been made to sit in a wooden chair in a column of light pouring out of the skylight.

There is a look in front of him, and behind the dust in the mirror, an ash creepily howls with his hands twitching. Keep your helmet off.

"... don't hurt."

"It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt. It's the fashionable skill of the world's girls."

Hum and snort, arms together and dust looking in the mirror. Ash combs the hair with his fingers to make sure it's okay.

"Whoa, this is amazing, huh? My fingers don't catch on at all. Brother, you have beautiful hair inside."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm sorry, well, shall we do something about the decent forehead first? Take the hair of the right half of your head, other than the back, gently first, and divide it into two parts."

Hair on the right from the centerline of the face is pulled by Ash's hand, as he said.

Ash, with a bunch of hair in both hands, continues around his nose in a familiar manner.

"So, take your right hand hair over your left hand hair, twist it a little, then replace it, and put your right hand hair over your left hand hair again... repeat this."

"Oh, my God, isn't that how you look at the rope?"

"So. rope your hair and tie your hair tips with strings (strings) to stay (and). So, you just have to turn this ropy hair from the back to the left side of your face... and then you just have to turn your left forehead and side hair back and knit it it all together. I'm going to pull my hair up and put it together."

The look of the dust gradually changes to an ash that wraps together and finishes with long hair.

The hairstyle revealed to the forehead is surprisingly broad in vision and does not look bad on the head itself. I also felt that the women were obsessed with hair care and decorating.

However, Ash's nasal song broke and the feeling of pulling her hair disappeared.

Staring into the mirror at the face of the woman who was stiff, Dust hid her hair with her left hand.

"... will you keep your neck muscles invisible"

"Dust, this..."

I thought you said you were a sinner.

He said the blade wound running on Dust's neck was put on to drop his neck. Admitting so was the same dialogue.

Ash moves his hands silently and his back hair falls off a lot.

Ash crossed his gaze across the mirror with him as he braided the hair of the dust that arms him again.

I know what you want to say. Dust turned toward his appearance and opened his teasing mouth a little while later.

"I was put on guillotine, but I survived. In Coffin, it is forbidden to impose the death penalty on the same person twice… Still, it is the muscle (sushi) to be imprisoned until death, but in my case, all I have to do is to be banished from the King's capital with the King's temper"

"Previously, you said you pissed off the king."

"I bought the King's wrath and was executed, and the King sympathized with me and set me free"

Ash then didn't talk until he finished his hair, and when he did, he took the trouble to finish the work.

White ropy hair clumps back hair like waterfall (seared) Seeing that, the dust snaps "not bad".

"Bath, was it? Your country seems to have a very strong passion for hair."

"Sort of."

The dust bends its neck and looks back at Ash, who laughs small.

Dust honestly told her, perhaps reflectively distracted.

"My father threw himself at the falling guillotine blade. His body was in two pieces from his torso."

"That's right. The king was stunned with that look on his face. My father was the belly of the king... my father died because of the sin I lay on him."

That's the reason for sympathy. So closed the dust rose out of the wooden chair.

I can tell that Ash is looking for words in his hands. And when she told the whole truth, Dust also knew that she would turn a scornful eye difference.

If she lived in this house, surely she would get to her past. The signs (like this one) are too much.

But I didn't think Dust would want to avoid it even if it wasn't. Instead, I was beginning to think I might be able to reveal myself to someone else in red, about one person before my fate ran out.

Because Ash talked to her parents about dragons, probably because of similar emotions.

"Ash."

"Yes!

"Let's thank you. Keep your earlier book."

Apparently Ash tried to smile for a moment, but that grin caught on the end of his mouth and didn't come out well.