Hitsugi no Maou

The man was one of the three educators who had Princess Lucina, and seemed weak (what the hell) about wanting to do a rash like a woman, he was a scholar.

He was a man of wide and deep knowledge, knowledge, of all fields, badly liked by the King.

Such a man placed the meat of Doo, a passenger animal, his property, on a plate of Lucina that was resting at the table.

The eyes of all who were on the spot as well as Lucina were rounded up by a lump of roasted meat (heap) twirled with vanilla (like this). More often than not, in coffins, the meat of the beast is not consumed on a daily basis, but is salted and dug up and eaten during festivals and celebrations.

Doo, a giant fox, is also a friend of the Coffins, and even in the event of starvation, he is not the first to get his hands on the flesh.

It was also the same contraindication (kinki) that people ate doo so that people did not eat people.

The man who put the flesh of such a creature on the princess's plate should have been blamed, but at that time, for some reason, no one tried to molest the man.

Perhaps because the man was too prestigious, and because he was called the best wise man in the royal castle, he had such an indescribable feeling that pointing out disrespect poorly would devour a painful counterattack.

In fact, although King Lugassa gave him a surprise look for a moment, he soon became a mysterious (Shinmi) face and did not flatter the man.

Lucina said to the man who pulls a chair by his side and sits, with a badly hurt look.

"You cooked it? Your own doo?

The conversation between Lucina and the man that ensued was the first time in Galore's life that he had touched on the severity and harshness of living as a royal human being.

"I heard that Master Lucina was not going to summon anything, so I asked you to turn on your sperm."

"Stupid...... so cute, beautiful doo...... you were so cute"

"Yes, so, Master Lucina will not be left to eat"

If you don't eat, you throw it away.

Lucina was still about to cry out to the man who put one arm on the table and said quietly with his fingers.

I saw just one of the ministers present, and I raised my condemnation to the man.

"Lord Dust. Then it would be too intact (mundane) against the princess. Dining is something you enjoy, and it's not something you can't even feel right about."

"No, even if Lucina's heart hurts, you must eat this meat. Don't leave a single call behind."

"'If not'? Do you intend to impose obligations on the royal family? Would be disrespectful!

"Did you say our princess could be a laugher in another country?"

Man, the ministers obsessed with Dust's words.

I guess everyone didn't think of Lucina's moderation and fasting as being a laugher or anything.

I do have a problem with going on a complete fast, even if they fall, but that's what I think of the people. Neither did Gallol, who was spearing in the corner of the room, understand the meaning of Dust's words.

Only one, King Lugassa, nodded slightly and continued to eat his own dish.

Dust turns to Lucina in front of such a king and speaks in a calm voice.

"Dear Lucina, Now this country is being hit by a historic famine. The people are burning, suffering, losing their lives every day. The same goes for my hometown village. Recently, a close friend of mine starved to death."

……

"I am working with the other wise men, the Senate, and have managed to twist my measures to secure food for the people... but it has not yet been possible to completely eliminate the starving dead. Perhaps some of the smaller villages will be destroyed."

Shin, and the room quieted down. The sound of dust people's fingers slamming the table quietly mingles with the sound of Lugassa's meal and lingers in people's ears.

Dust went on, without breaking any expression.

"But I will definitely put an end to the famine. Heavy rainfall that swells through the land will soon cease. Our measures will always bear fruit in the near future and restore a time when all citizens can mouth bread. Even if some of the villages perish, the country will not perish."

"But... even if the village of Djibun perishes, can you hang in there? Dust."

"I can't stand it. Therefore, in this royal castle, as a wise man, there is resistance. We're fighting hunger."

"This meat of Doo... you wanted to stay in your hometown village more than I did..."

I forbade it.

King Lugassa suddenly caught his mouth in conversation. To Lucina, who rounds her eyes, the dust says without expression.

"All the management of stockpiled food and support supplies is done by His Majesty and his Wise Men's Consultation (Bunny) to ensure that food reaches the whole country. Regardless of the private sector, it is strictly forbidden for those under King's command to turn food around otherwise with personal emotion. If we allow this, there will be chaos within the royal castle, and there will be a risk of food grabbing."

"... dust..."

"Dear Lucina, As a loyal royal minister."

Lucina rattled her throat at at the dust, which accidentally dwelled on the light that was strong in her eyes.

"Royalty is the pinnacle of the country, the symbol of the country. It is a being that keeps the lives of the people, keeps the future and determines the fate of the country. You, who will inherit the royal family of the next age, are now hungry with the people without an ex or a child."

"Are you saying that the way you care for the people is wrong?

"Yes. Wrong. Royal human beings are constantly exposed to the eyes of their own people and those of other nations. Because royalty is believed to represent the country. That's why royalty must always have the best clothes in the country, mouth the food, and live a fine life."

If we live in poverty, the respect of the people will be separated and we will be in other countries. That calls for war and invites doom.

Dust stared straight into Lucina's eyes, without even a little cowardice, saying it out.

"The luxurious (absolute) life of royalty is not a right. It's our duty to protect the country. Thou shalt eat the flesh, even if the people are hungry."

Gallol, who was reflecting on his youth memories, eventually lay his burning angry eyes on the chancellor's gaze at himself.

The chancellor gives such a galol a sigh of voice.

"Princess Lucina was too kind. It's not because of childhood ignorance, the princess's qualities, her heart's roots (so far) were too ineligible to challenge a cruel nation and a struggle with it."

"Eight years ago, did you turn your back on Lucina for just one incident? Did you have a hard time, bruised laugh, and betrayed that young man's behavior as if he had taken the head of a ghost?"

Gallol stretched his right hand toward his back. One of the warriors perceives the intent and gives Gallor his sword.

All the indoor senators breathed in Gallol, who slowly erected the received sword.

The chancellor glances up at Gallol with a look of pity.

"Again, don't you see... the warrior thing, about politics, etc..."

"All I know is that you senators are the worst traitors. When Snobba came into the territory, you opposed the King's will to intercept him immediately and withdrew him at a meaningless meeting. In the meantime, the Border Guard was destroyed, the people were slaughtered, and the enemy took all the places that could serve as defensive bases."

"Before Snobba's overwhelming power, it's the same thing. Even if you blame the Senate for the defeat..."

"When the king you give is defeated, as if the interrupter had disappeared, you naturally sent a messenger to the enemy army and arranged for his surrender.

Its guts to pull Master Lucina out to those arbitrary excuses… its twisted (hey) crooked guts to sneak in with the enemy from the floor in a way behind it, while pushing Master Lucina through the aftermath of his surrender and letting him go to negotiations with Snobba…!

Gallol's hand began to tremble as he shrugged.

It was impossible to accommodate this anger, hatred, without hitting the target.

Gallol turns to the last question to the chancellor who no longer thinks or moves with his hips on the floor.

"As far as the royal family is concerned, what future were you describing before you sacrificed your people and sold the Meizu to the general of Snoba? I did that, but I don't think Coffin will survive the way you did. It will only be used and absorbed as good for snobbers."

"... Snowba is willing to destroy Coffin anyway. We don't have the power to stop it."

The chancellor accidentally turned off his expression and looked at Gallol. Lift your bloody right hand like you said, with a voice just low, say.

"If so... it is good to let them perish. That's what our senate thought."

There were no words.

To a flashing galore, the chancellor squeals his throat with his mouth up about what's wrong.

"It would be inconceivable to do so, which is the royal minister. But the Senate is only an advisory body to the people. For the sake of the people, I give my opinion to the king… it is not the king we serve. It's the people. It's all Coffin's people."

"You think the country can perish and the people can live!

"What is a country? Royal? Royal castle? Is that the land or the building that makes up the territory?... Galore, a country is a people who shape a country immediately. I'm human. A place where man has died cannot be called a country.

Conversely... if only humans lived, the country would be safe. The place where humans live is the country. Even if it's not called Coffin, there's no problem. "

I ran scared. Not because I don't understand what the chancellor says, but because every word is understandable, I had to be wary of its too shallow.

The country is not a land or a building, but a human being is what is needed.

If humans were alive, the country could be preserved.

Truth. Unlimited truth. But the truth is only a very preliminary theory (proverb) that even children can understand.

The actual country is put together, of course, the land and buildings, with shapeless cultures and histories, words and stories and pride shared by the people.

Non-human elements are also essential if the most important human being is to come together in one place and maintain an organization called the country.

That's what the Senate thinks it's okay to throw away everything else if only humans are allowed to live.

The chancellor's straight gaze, not questioning his correctness in any way, shoots through the galore that draws his face.

"One thing in the arena is the pre-construction of disposing of sinners and floating food… the fruit of which is what we did to show our 'will' to the snobber side. By sharing the disposition of sinners, and hence Coffin's right to enforce the law, with Snowba, Coffin showed the attitude of following Snowba to the fullest.

Whatever the royal family, the people offer anything for snobbery. In law, in culture, that's what royalty is. "

"Ki... you...!

"That's how Coffin is dismantled and snobbed. The people don't have to be the people of Snoba... to be the honorable people."

Gallol waved his sword, peeling his eyes all the way out and staring at the chancellor.

The chancellor keeps his mouth moving as he looks up at the cutting edge.

"Galore, look at the world once and for all with a calm eye! Where is this reason to keep setting up a country on a meadow full of weeds that won't even shine!? The people only know wheat and potatoes as imports from neighbouring countries, and have cherished plants for hundreds of years that cannot even be called poor crops! Weeds and only a very small part of hemp is the grace of Coffin's earth! And as soon as we can do that, there will be famine, and there will be starvation!

This land was not the place for people to live in the first place!

"Shut up Yeeh!!

"Royalty, culture and history are illusions! You should throw it away!! The time has come for all the people to re-depart as the mighty snobber second-class people! And if you work for snobbers for a hundred years, you might be able to entrust some rich colony..."

The roar dispelled the Speaker's last words. Gallor's sword cracks the chancellor's head and flies out from under his chin.

The head of the chairman, broken apart by a bullet, fell at the foot of the statue of the patron saint Morg.

For a moment the indoors were in a state of panic (yesterday), but when Gallol dyed his face bright red in return blood turned his gaze, the senators held their mouth and shut up.

- Everybody, you think the same thing as the chancellor.

Too low, no one answers a demonic, horrible voice.

Gallor wielded his sword with tremendous momentum on the spot and flew the blood and brains attached to the blade to the senators.

Screaming at them, Gallol's throat is also struck by an anger that just rips open.

"Do you think people from other countries will trust those who cut and sell their country! If I were a snobber general, I wouldn't accept the royal family, the people who offer the law with a smile! Because a man who betrays his country has no reason to love a foreign country with no edge or itch! You don't even know that!!

Garroll pulls out his sword, which was stabbing the chancellor's body, and walks out of the floor.

The senators, flattened by him with a blade lowered in their hands, fell on the floor in unison, held their heads, and no longer palatable.

To the warriors staring at themselves, Garroll flies as he leaves the floor.

"A senator who has bruised the eyes of the royal family and the people does not deserve to be a senator! These men who plotted the annihilation of the country are sinners! This turns the Senate floor into a prison... seal the doors and keep at least five guards at all times! Whoever tries to get in and out without permission, slash them without question as snobbers!

The warring senators. Gallol discards to them one last time, without even looking.

"Don't worry, I'll carry the food. See in Morg's eyes the future of the country we tried to destroy."

The high sound of the shoe, the smell of blood, just drifted away from the floor.