Hitsugi no Maou

"Has Tutor Dakan crossed the border safely in Doo?

The young knight, the initiator of the transboundary plan, answers Lucina's question walking down the corridor of the royal castle with a hard look.

"Dakan himself told me not to put on the lookout to avoid the risk of being distracted by snobber soldiers... so I thought I'd believe him"

"The letter to Separca noted the state of affairs in our country (cucumbers) and their association with God. When the snowmen approached Separca, they wanted us to think that our country had already been defeated."

A young knight shifts his gaze from Lucina's back walking in front to Gallo's face next door.

The three of them going down the hallway are headed north of the royal castle, sounding their armor.

With Lucina staring forward, she breathed out from between her teeth. The morning royal castle is dim and outside the windows the clouds are moving to be pushed away by the wind.

Approaching the main door at the end of the hallway, the nagi, which had already been caught there, pushes the door open with his men's samurai.

Lucina knocked at the door and stepped into a dark hall with no windows.

Countless candles burn. Its room is decorated with a large coffin flag, at its feet, a coffin made of iron (a twist).

Lucina looking indoors for a moment. A gallor advancing from her scratch kneels by the iron coffin and lifts his lid.

Lying in a coffin, Lucina raised her voice with a crease between her eyebrows to the old woman who was closing her eyes.

"Magic Administrator Rodmaria! What are you doing in King Lugassa's coffin!?

"Oh, forgive me, princess. He was taking King Lugassa. When I think of the tragedy of that one who couldn't even put a piece of bone in this coffin, whether he was there or not..."

Gallol lends a hand to the old woman and makes her rise out of the coffin.

Lucina glances gently at the old woman before releasing her voice "Close me" to the nagi behind her.

When the door was closed, the old woman drowned her head again at Lucina and greeted (greeted) her.

"Dear Lucina, this time I will be allowed to grab Captain Gallol Warriors to my house, and I will be honored (very) to call me and others to the royal castle. Anything you want to know about ancient magic?"

"Mm-hmm. I need to ask you something about the most ancient sorcery. I wonder if the head of the Magic Management Institute, entrusted with the management of the knowledge and techniques of witchcraft within the kingdom, might also have lost knowledge of ancient witchcraft."

"It's an honor, an honor. However, it is given a big name, such as the Magic Administration Institute, but the current situation is like a materials store that only holds old magic related books and artifacts. There are only six other administrators besides me. It's just an organization that protects the history and knowledge of witchcraft."

"Can you use magic?"

To Lucina's question, the old woman spread her hands and shook her head.

"No, it's not enough to say it can be used, etc. You can put out or strengthen the candle fire there a little bit."

"Isn't it enough?"

"Dear Lucina, if you want to extinguish the fire, you can breathe, and if you want to burn it up, you can even give it dead grass. Isn't that ridiculous, such as using magical rituals and spells for that extent? It's like going out of your way to do more work."

To the words of the old woman, Lucina hands on her chin and narrows her eyes.

Lucina asked the old woman, with her thin, bone-like hands, with a slight lurking voice.

"So there's no point in using magic unless it's something that gets a big effect. When, Rodmaria. Can mercury be magically consolidated and turned into a giant door to block the way for hundreds of years?

"Yes, you can."

Gallol and the young knight face each other to the plainly instant old lady. The old woman stood her finger up in front of Lucina and spoke naturally.

"Melting or solidifying metals, minerals, is relatively common in sorcery. Because the magic of evaporating or freezing water is the same principle. Even in nature, volcanic eruptions can alter the form of stones melting or naturally trapping.

Changes that can occur due to natural phenomena can usually be reproduced by magic. It takes a lot of work and training to make a door that looks like a piece of art that has been designed from mercury. "

"So is it possible to make the door an 'indestructible object'?

The old lady did it right. Lucina puts her arms together and says the words.

"What about turning just a sword into a demon sword that slips through enemy armor and rips only flesh? Or to create tools against witchcraft that will undo the effects of other witchcraft? Does magic exist that can do that?

"It's... on the rules of witchcraft, there's nothing you can barely do..."

The old woman frowns at the roots like she was bewildered and looks at the floor with white hair.

"The magic of degenerating objects is a technique that, if stuck, dominates natural objects. We are forced to distort the nature of what is originally defined by nature… deforming iron at room temperature is like evaporating ice in the middle of winter…"

"I'm sorry, but explain it to me clearly."

"... I mean, there's an idea that magic itself involves the management (or letting) of nature, ignoring physics. Because it transforms the shape of things into the likeness of an operator. So we can regulate the momentum of the flames, freeze the water, turn metal masses into swords and doors."

The old woman looks up and sees Lucina and the others.

"But when it comes to letting the sword slay only certain things, or giving the door an indestructible strength... this cannot be called just magic. Perhaps the finest sorcerer in history cannot be achieved without months"

"Great Magic......"

"That's right. Poisonous rain magic that manipulates the ecology of courtries throughout the country, supposedly used by the demon king Rayakels, for example. It is a place where we cannot do without a spirit of blasphemy (depravity) that does not even fear God, on that level.

Perhaps those who use witchcraft can do just that. Sorcery that produces too great an effect is something that the recoil of that effect always returns to the operator and his surroundings. "

Gallol asked me, "What exactly is recoil?," he said.

The old woman closes her eyes and lowers her voice low.

"Sorcerers who have degenerated natural objects with creative sanctification have degenerated nature. They also distort their own flesh and spirit. Life expectancy may shrink, and you may lose your sanity. Alternatively, you can turn into someone else..."

"... that if a good magician doesn't risk his life, he can't? Conversely, if that's all you're prepared for, it's not impossible."

Lucina puts her finger between her eyebrows and breathes. Turning to the old lady, she later got to the point at once.

"It seems that ancient coffin magic is teasing the snobber god. At least God is manipulated by sorcery and fighting for the snobber army. I ask you, Rodmaria, to go straight in. As an expert in magic, what do you think of that god?

"... I don't know. I've never seen or heard of anything as horrible as that. Manipulated by witchcraft......? Ancient sorcery literature (Bunken) also describes such sorcery…"

The old woman rubs her face with both hands, holding both cheeks as they are and thinking in.

Eventually he shook his head and said with his congested eyes on Lucina.

"For example, it is easy to manipulate a corpse that has already lost its life or a doll made of wood. Because moving objects that are not inherently willful is what you are good at witchcraft. Plants such as Courtries can also be manipulated, although somewhat more challenging.

But...... it is almost impossible to unilaterally manipulate animals with thinking abilities or living humans. Magic conveys a will or an order to a subject in the form of a spell, so if the other person refuses to give the order, it will not be established. There is no magic that completely dominates more than a certain intelligent creature. "

"... then that god..."

"If God only possesses intellect to the extent of an insect and is infinitely close to an object, then there may be the art of manipulation. Or even if you have a high intelligence, you have a crush on the snobber army and the Divine Summoner... but then I can't even imagine who you are anymore. Very, I don't think it exists in nature..."

Lucina listened to the old woman and eventually nodded deeply, with a harsh face. "Very well," he says, putting his hand in the armor gap, taking out the little hemp bag and offering it to the old lady.

"It's the seed of Lazuone. You can bread it and eat it... plant it in the soil if you can afford it and grow it. Thank you for your hard work far away."

"This... is what it is."

"Finally, I want you to tell me honestly"

I asked the old woman, who would miss the sack of hemp, as Lucina glanced at Coffin's flag.

"The legend of ancient demon kings and brave men, passed down to our country... is that the truth without deception?

"... what can I give you? The legend is clearly written in the inscription of Coffin's authentic history..."

"The righteous and brave defeated the wicked demon king. Yes, the inscription speaks… Then why is the name of Rayakels the Demon King accurately communicated to future generations, and Hilnor the Brave is only inscribed in the inscription 'The Brave'?

Isn't it the name of the hero that should be emphasized? It seems that Orthodox is trying to convey the evil deeds of the Demon King more than the names of the brave men. "

An old woman stared at Lucina's face.

The old woman eventually turns a blind eye to the eyes of the bright blue princess who disappoints her strong will and bows her head deeply to answer.

"History is what winners often do for their own preservation. In that sense, neither the demon king nor the brave were the winners of history."

"... that for the ancient Coffins, the brave Hilnor was not truly a hero?

"I still hope Coffin survives. I cannot therefore say anything like painting mud on the history of the Kingdom of Coffin.

... it's just... that the brave man is an assassin and a good ball prepared to defend the honor of the king and people of ancient Coffin. The demon king is also an evil ball, used to hide the sins of the king and the people.

The legend is a smaller case, dared to be told aloud, to hide the historic great sins committed by mankind... "

To Lucina leaning her neck, the old woman steps back with her head down.

And out of his throat came the sound of a beast.

"True wickedness is the magic of poisonous rain... the magic of reviving a corpse is not enough... it does not kill anyone..."

"? What?

"The Kingdom of Coffin awaits a glorious future. I believe so, Princess Lucina."

With her head down, Lucina dropped off an old woman who didn't exactly try to tell her anything, with a squeaky face.

"- At least it doesn't seem like Sante's story is a complete fabrication. The legacy of brave men, including God, can exist from a magical point of view."

Lucina and Gallor nod at the same time to the words of the young knight.

Turn to the three facing each other at the hallway window as the nagi carries a cup with fresh water (smudge).

"The letter in the Senate's secret document that Sante gave me was also certainly the handwriting of a senator in our country. Some of the official documents filed by the Senate before the war are of the same brush"

"Lord Gallol, is the Senate floor well guarded? The senator used a messenger to snob. Even if we hold the senator down, those who were in charge of the messenger's role should still be left alone."

"Uncolored. The floor is completely sealed off. Without a messenger and the owner's orders, we can't move."

Listening to everyone's words, Lucina looked out the window and narrowed her eyes.

The Senate, which is supposed to be itself, has betrayed Coffin, and Sante, who is supposed to be the enemy, has asked to fight together. How causal, but not without hope.

If some truth can be summed up in Sante's words, I can also count on the plans she has presented.

"Galore, have you found a dictionary of ancient letters?

"In the library, I still found a copy of Dust's creation. I thought I'd ask Rodmaria to help me decipher the inscription as well, but I'm asking the Knights and noble intellectuals to help me because I seem extremely old and unable to read the letters"

"Tell him to hurry up as much as he can. So far, the only clue related to God is Sante's inscription. If there's room for a counterattack, we should move on to action as soon as possible."

You know, the moment Galore replied, the whole hallway shook up.

Lucina and the others who grab onto the walls and each body pull their faces in an instant to the sound of the wind looming further out the window.

Winding storms, people screaming, huge shadows fall out the window, and a few seconds later a tremendous shock and ground chirping again from the side of the castle gate.

Covering Lucina and Nagi from a window that cracks, Gallol said, "All of you!" and stripped his teeth.

"From beside what I said......!

"Dear Lucina!

With the screaming voice of a young knight on his back, Lucina rushes out towards the castle gate. Turning down the hallway, soldiers and samurai were on their knees and backs on the floor, injured as some of them hit something that had fallen.

Running from the rear, Lucina hurries to the castle gate with Gallor and a young knight when she orders Nagi to take care of the injured.

When I opened the door and went outside, behind the gatekeepers and warriors, there was a white giant.

Red snakes stretching from dark orbits, mouths, and back into the air.

Mariella, with her own body fixed with a red snake, is on the shoulder of God, who can smear the dark blood.

When Mariella found Lucina, she lifted up her mouth and bent and stretched her right hand finger.

"It's for the general, kitty. You can bring as many men as you want today."

From behind the warriors facing each other, Lucina spotted the face of an unscrupulous Divine Summoner with burning eyes of wrath.