Hitsugi no Maou

Breakfast was served in the usual soft bread, with five shrimps with large fingers raised in bright red boiled (boiled).

Shrimp is a fancy ingredient that only nobles can speak of in Ash's hometown of Bath.

When asked where he had captured this stuff from in the meadow, Dust answered all the time as he braided his hair in front of his appearance.

"Coffin has two types of shrimp. One is a small transparent shrimp, like garbage, that lives at the bottom of a creek. The other is on that plate, a big shrimp that lives in a puddle or mud."

"In the mud?

"It is a shrimp that can be inhabited because it has no dry season (kanki) and is a coffin that is always muddy. Only nine out of ten have dangerous parasites, so you can't eat them for a full week without putting them in a water-stained jar and pulling the mud out."

That's what the dust says, showing a piece of the floor with a shoe tip.

The bark lid creased into the straight square was removed. There was space for underfloor storage, and the same shiny shavings that Ash polished up the other day were lining up countless times.

I stretched my neck and peeked, and there are certainly five or six black shrimps in the jaws.

Seeing something as elongated as a mite coming out of some of the bodies in it, Ash accidentally held onto the mouth with his helmet off.

"Hey, is this red the parasite? That's disgusting..."

"I'm starving in my shrimp body drinking all the water, and I just can't stop coming out. Don't put it in your mouth if you make a mistake. Poor looking but vicious parasitic ability, and these guys, they parasitize humans, too. When you get into the deepest part of your body, you take the lead of your flesh.

I belong to the same people who take snails out in the daylight or make them kill themselves. If they keep parasitizing for a long time, they won't even realize they're being manipulated, and they even say they don't realize they're dead. "

I can't let you in, something in my mouth! And to Ash, who says shiveringly, the dust returns a thin grin over the mirror.

"It's a dangerous parasite anyway. If you put it in your body, your arms and feet will move independently of your will. This is why this" mud shrimp "has not been used for consumption as a poisonous shrimp for a long time.

Whether it's actually poisonous or not, the parasite in the shrimp only shows up on very limited occasions, so people didn't realize it existed. "

"Well, neither poison nor parasite is bad for you."

"And to our bad, this parasite is heat resistant, boiled or baked, and it doesn't die. So the only way to get these guys out of the shrimp was to starve every host in pure water.

If we don't find out why we can't eat shrimp is a parasite, not a poison, we can't find this way out. "

"... this wasn't on the town lodging menu either"

"I'm the only one who knows how to cook. Maybe I'm the only one eating this mud shrimp in Coffin."

That's what happened when I breaded. In this country in the face of the food crisis, Dust has many ways of cooking and securing food that only he knows.

Ash peeled the shrimp shell and breathed as she narrowed her eyes to the rising hot air.

"Even though Dust has to be a sinner to make life easier for the Coffins. Can you get all this shrimp?

"It's more vital than the shrimp in the creek. There's always going to be mud."

"... Dust is a town... not allowed in the king's capital."

"He was banished directly by the king. Soldiers will capture you if they find you.... I wish I had invented how to eat shrimp before I sinned"

Well, I have no choice.

The dust, which went on so small, took his fingers off his hair and walked to the table.

Today's hairstyle is one that exposes the forehead greatly, turns the hair into a large piece of rope and drapes it from the nod to the front of the shoulder. "I don't know," Ash smiles at the neck dust.

"You look great. You're good. You swallow fast."

"The teacher was good"

On the dust of lowering his hips to the chair, Ash lights up just a little and dyes his cheeks like a shrimp.

I've never been told anything about a teacher. I just taught her how to fix her hair.

On a skinned ash shrimp, the dust takes a blue vial on the table and sprinkles the finely crushed rock salt inside.

Looking at the snowy salt, Ash opened his eyes to the dust.

"Dust, before you became a sinner, what were you doing?

"What,?

"I don't know about my job... my identity, I don't know,"

"At first he was just a civilian child. Now it's a doomed village, and I lived with my mother."

"Your mother's... your father's job, didn't you help?

"My father is a soldier. I was leaving the village and going to King's Capital to earn money."

The dust puts down a bottle of salt and reaches for the glass poured with water.

Ash watched silently as that throat went up and down and drank the water down.

The glass of water will soon be empty.

"... a soldier is a servant of the king. I guess I'll have to stay in the king's capital forever."

"I went to Wang Capital the year I was born, and then I only went back to the village once. I didn't know my father's face. I didn't have feelings or anything.... Instead, I hated my father, who didn't even come home when his family was dying or when the village was dying of famine.

I finally swallow my anger when my mother tells me (and grabs) over and over again that I have no choice but to feed my family. It was such a childhood. "

Ask Ash if the dust "won't eat".

Reaching for a hot, standing shrimp and chewing himself off a thousand times, salty juice flooded his mouth after elastic teeth.

Amazingly delicious. But Ash turned his attention to Dust so as not to put it on his expression, but to encourage (or not) the continuation of the story.

Dust has both elbows on the table and fingers together.

"... but my real father wasn't a soldier who killed personal feelings for his family and gave himself up to the king. I began to realize that only after my father's name became frequently whispered (hippo) among the pedestrians"

"A pedestrian?

"The pedestrians who come and go to the Wang capital and villages were the only source of information in the surrounding villages that rewarded the entire country. That's what they called my father." Your Majesty's Scarf "......

My father stood up from a soldier and became one of the king's advisors. Apparently it was caused by the King's snow-capped return to the avalanche when he went deer hunting. "

Cause, in the rhetoric, Ash somehow felt Dust's negative will.

In Dust's eyes, none of the intense emotions are reflected. I'm just mechanically moving my lips and clinging to the story.

"My mother was pleased with my father's birth, but the villagers looked skeptical (too keen). I wonder if it's strange that such a big birth father still can't even show his face in the village at the beginning of the year. Nor has the amount of money sent by Wang Du changed at all since the beginning of his exit from the village.

What kind of life does my father live in? I'm increasingly confused by the voices of people who don't know what their father's image is. "

"That's weird for sure... maybe I can't go home because I'm getting more and more busy being heavily applied by the king... but I wonder if there's something about someone who made such a big appearance in the first place who won't send one letter to his family. You found out about the birth in a pedestrian rumor, didn't you?

"Oh. Our family eventually thought the same thing. So one time, I couldn't afford to ride the carriage and went directly to see my father in the capital."

Dust exhaled there, fu, and small.

Looking down at the bright red shrimp, he lowers his voice slightly.

"I couldn't see my father. Already, he was a different person from our family, who was only a neighbouring villager. For him, life in the king's capital was what made loyalty to the king everything.

... a pedestrian who visited the village six months later after being driven back by his men at the gates of the Royal Castle informed us that we had been abandoned by our father "

"Eh."

"My father was married to an aristocratic daughter. He's younger and prettier than my mother. Later, with the man, I had a son."

To a flashing ash, Dust glances at the corner of the table messing with his hair tip.

A peephole in Ash's helmet stared into the void beside the plate.

"Ash, you don't understand that you were born between close parents. How the hell did I feel watching my mother crying like crazy? How much I hated and despised my father, who didn't even know his face.

This name... Dust, that's when I put it back on myself. Before that, I inherited the same name as my father, but I no longer need the name of the man who abandoned me and my mother. Dust. I was a dusty son. "

Appetite, etc., had already disappeared. Ash stares at the wood at the table.

I knew the dust looked sober, but I was afraid to look into its eyes.

"... you're 'dust'... so... what's up?

"Started living the night long"

When he tilts his neck without knowing what it means, the dust stretches his fingers to Ash's staring wood.

Dust lips throw up words as they glimpse through the wood.

"I worked during the day, and after the sun had fallen, I was immersed in the village church. In the settlement of Coffin there is always a morgue and a church set up at the hands of the state to glorify the royal family.

No matter how poor the village is, only the church is splendid in the building line of the Wang capital, with stone slabs that describe the country's history, myths, hymns (or so on.) placed like mountains. That's where I absorbed my knowledge.

The letters asked the priest to teach them from scratch. I kept reading the lit candle lights on Morg's altar until dawn "

"You mean you started studying all night?... Why?

"My father was made up of one person and entered the king's castle. Apparently he had a robust body and sword talent, but I wasn't a very sturdy tachi. I don't even like to wave my sword.

I just remembered the best of the kids in the village "

Ash raised his face and staggered (so quickly) his gaze with the dust that was staring at him.

Dust, who was a boy, in other words, tried to follow his father into the royal castle himself.

Were you going to grind your knowledge and become a civilian?

There's no way out of here. If you become a king's civil servant, you will naturally not be obliged unless you are the best educated person in the whole country. Children in the peripheral villages should not even be satisfied with an education for this purpose.

But Dust continued his words, as if he had seen through such Ash's thoughts.

"In return for my father, I wanted to sell my knowledge to join the King's team. The king always seeks an excellent wise man… but in order to gain wisdom, he must acquire the right training, in the right environment. There are limits in the village church.

So I finished reading all the tablets of the church, slammed them into my head, and then I said to my mother, I went to the king's capital again. This time alone. "

So I waited for the opportunity.

The dust that continued to do so put a lot of weight on the back of the chair.