Hitsugi no Maou

"- Master Lucina's educator?

The hard bread and the nagi, who had brought in a breakfast of soup with dried fish loose meat, frowned and asked back.

Royal Castle's Grand Dining Room. Only one Lucina has arrived at the large, white-crossed table.

At the wall are five women, men of Nagi, the head of the samurai.

Six people with nagis were all the maids left in this castle. Others have been dismissed from their roles and are going home to their respective homes.

Nagi returns a slightly grumpy voice to Lucina as she makes her men's samurai prepare salt for soup and drinks.

"Who the hell are you talking about? When it comes to the educator who took care of Master Lucina, is it the noble Baron Ande Fostro or the former Knights Commander, Carl Guista? Unfortunately, you both died fighting snobbers."

"Nagi."

"One more, yeah, I do feel like there was one more. But it's a long time before you say his name. I have bad luck. Da...... did you say you could handle it"

"You look really happy when it comes to dust"

To Lucina, who said looking at the salt dissolved in the soup, the nagi peeled his eyes and opened and closed his mouth.

Nagi shakes her head as she fingers the end of the apron in front of the samurai who sneaks her gaze at each other.

"I'm afraid that's quite a misunderstanding. I despise him with all my heart."

"We would have been friends"

"It was a long time ago"

"Father just thought you and Dust would stick together (...)..."

"Dear Lucina! I'm a widow, I'm a man's wife!

Rarely to the nagi staring directly from the front, Lucina apologized only for the words "sorry" as she covered her nose with her fingers.

Nagi takes a deep breath into Lucina's gaze at herself and eventually jerks out her hair beside her ear. I said in a whispering voice so that the ladies on the wall wouldn't hear me.

"Like a cute little brother...... no, I was thinking one way or the other like my sister. A book bug with a feminine, weak (whatever) impression, barely a mustache, and no sword.

My fingers are thinner and whiter than mine, and my black hair is like... like a young beast, a tenderness. That 'father and son' was so neutral that he could only look at his face, wrong gender "

"Oh, father and son... na"

"Most women don't look up to a man without a face, but that father and son were strangely popular with some of them. My father seemed to be noisy and unresponsive to the women, but Da... my son, he seemed unresponsive. Someone even said he liked men."

"It would be you, it is. You were the one who was blowing into the women that the dust was a man. Nagi."

Unlike myself, Lucina doesn't whisper at all, making her cheeks snap as the nagi glimpse into the wall.

"Come on, there's no proof..."

"I only seemed to keep the disturbers away because I wanted to make dust a thing."

Nagi told his men's maids, who were killing their voices and laughing, "Enough here. Prepare the soldiers' meals!," he yells in a slightly eight-hitting mood and kicks him out of the dining room.

The nagi staring at Lucina, including the soup in her mouth, was bright red around her nose.

"... youthful (understandable). Besides, he waved, too." I don't feel like picking up my sister, "etc., and soaking shit up."

"I treated you like a sister, so you deserved it."

"It was over a decade ago. I married someone else, and Dust ended up not being with anyone."

The nagi, who finally spoke the name of the dust, sighs again and looks out the window.

A few moments apart, the slightly twisted running eyes of the nagi shivered with tingling.

"I guess Dust didn't think about things like being happy after all. Now I understand. What that stupid man was thinking was how to avenge his father. How to salvage what his father set foot on. That was just it. I, for example, happened to meet someone else in the process."

"I hear you were the first to bring Dust to the royal castle"

Nagi looks at Lucina and nods small. His eyes trembled again.

"It was when I was still a samurai apprentice and just cleaning the garden. In the winter, during the National Founding Festival, I received my first" Flower Seller Daughter "service."

The flower-selling daughter is an essential part of the festival in Coffin, and is the king's use to scarf the flag, raise (and) a basket of small flower-shaped treats, and walk around the king's capital.

On the anniversary of the founding of the kingdom and during the royal celebrations, the women of the royal castle visit the people dressed as flower-selling daughters and give them sweets made with only a few precious non-toxic flower nectars.

The people sing songs that glorify the kingdom, the king, and the patron saint, and call and send forth their flower-selling daughters.

The flower seller daughter was, to say the least, a messenger, carrying congratulations from the king to the people.

"I handed out sweets and had drinks at a house on the way... when the basket was completely empty, it snowed. It was fine snow, but there was so much and the wind came out that the festival was open that day.

People went home and the flower dealer daughter was ordered to return to the castle… I was near the stone wall gate, so I was behind the other daughters "

Nagi's eyes get thinner. Long eyelashes, as if they were a blade of traversalis, engaged.

"As I walked under the roof as much as I could...... there was someone still singing songs in the snow. It is also heard from the joint cemetery, at the edge of the Wang capital.

I thought oddly and headed towards the singer. Then a child stood alone among the tomb markers that stood in line. "

"That kid was the dust, wasn't he?

"Yes. For the first time, I thought it was a girl by example. I called out, wondering if I was lost anymore. But dust doesn't stop singing. In doing so, I realized that the song he was singing was not a national anthem, a Morg hymn, or a King Lugassa song.

What he was singing was the king song of a monarch many decades ago. "

In Coffin, in each and every one of the historical kings, there exists a song dedicated to glorifying his name.

That number exceeds fifty for what can now be ascertained alone, and when it becomes the oldest song, it becomes an ancient language song, as many modern Coffins do not understand.

Naturally few, such as he who remembers all the king songs, and many of the people could only sing the king songs to the extent of about three generations ago from the present king at best.

"That just creeped me out, and I thought I'd howl the dust home. But as soon as I finished singing, Dust spoke to me so I could eat."

"... what did he say?

"'Can I sing to you now,' he said. I got a little cocky when my younger kid asked me about my busty mouth. I can sing, I said. So if you sing the same song and show it to me, Dust will now sing a king song even more a generation ago.

So I ask the same thing again, so I peel and sing back. I am also a working man in the royal castle, so I can sing king songs older than the people. But Dust kept going back everywhere to the old king song… Finally, he sang to the ancient king song. "

Nagi laughed slightly up his mouth.

With his forehead on, he continues to turn sideways to Lucina, who is listening.

"I can no longer sing back, I told Dust. Even if you can only reproduce the sound of the lyrics, you have to know what it means. You know the meaning of the words you sang? and. Then Dust said, that busty man, 'Where do I go to know what the lyrics mean?' and"

"The dictionary of ancient languages was certainly in the library of the Royal Castle and on the floor of the Senate. You're not supposed to be in the private sector."

"Yes, the King's Song lyrics themselves are in every church, but the ancient language lyrics are just written in pronunciation notation as they were fixed by modern sounds. It doesn't translate what it means.

I tell Dust that the only way to gain knowledge of the ancient language is to go to the Royal Castle. But a poor kid like you is going to be paid in front of the door, and he just looked down on me all the time. "

"It's a good match for each other in terms of adding and subtracting business."

Lucina, having finished her soup, laughs as she rinses the white water.

Nagi said, "That's outrageous!," he waved, letting his mouth hang.

"Instead of looking remorseful, Dust wanted to peek into my chest and say," Then invite me to the royal castle. "" It's strange that I can sing more songs than my flower seller daughter who works in Royal Castle, but I can't knock over the gates of Royal Castle. King Lugassa has a reputation as a famous man who can take over his identity. Then if you have a better child than an active minister, it is only natural that you should come before the king and appreciate the person '. "

"Ha! What a word! You had a little kid."

"You really came to mind then. I thought I'd kick your butt, but if I realized it, it had been quite a while since I was in a singing match. The decree of the flower seller daughter Pulling and Deep Fried (Ah) Sha has been stopped for a long time, and all the other daughters should be returning to the royal castle.

If I go back alone now, I'll be sure to tell the grownups, 'Where were you walking so flashy!' And I'm so pissed off. I thought so and I reconsidered that it would be harder to do what Dust said. I was trying to make an excuse that he was holding me back and I was late because I was stuck.

So I pretended to agree with his words and took him to the royal castle. "

That's the end of luck. Nagi laughed small again, saying it was the dust's thoughts.