Hitsugi no Maou

Somebody save me.

Praise, heroism, everything is deception.

I'm not going back to my country. I don't want to go home. I just sent him to use Rayakels' neck.

Now the family, taken hostage by the king, will not have to be killed.

That's enough. That's it.

Neither the man who was borne the sin of mankind and made king of demons, nor the man who was travelled to kill that demon king, seeks any more consequences for his country.

The sin of poisonous rain...... people hated Rayakels more than they needed because they didn't want to take the blame for sinking the world to death.

I just condemned a man who tried to regenerate a lost life as a demon king, an extremely evil man who disobeyed God's teachings.

He asked the most powerful sorcerer in the country to crusade his death.

In a world where witchcraft was forbidden, he forced men who could only witchcraft to fight.

The king did everything he could to blackmail me. In order to push the sin of poisonous rain on Rayakels, we really needed a hero, the "role" of the brave, to complete the story.

But the king, if the people knew that I had used numerous sorceries to defeat Rayakels, they would pursue that sin plainly.

That's what my country is today. It's chaos, justice is lost.

That's why I'm not going back. Abandon your country, in a distant exotic country, and continue to face the weapons you have made.

But somebody, one day, save me.

Somebody forgive me for using magic I don't even want to use and for killing a demon king I don't even want to kill.

Forgive me for my sins.

- From the inscription of the brave Hilnor, excerpt -

Blue sky expansive meadows.

Grasshoppers come to the falling sunshine, awaiting their fate to eventually wither away.

When Dust and Ash step on the grass, the bugs hit by the heat fall off the grass without resistance and roll to the ground.

There are no fishes in the streams that flow through the grass roots, and aquatic organisms lean against each other at the end of each stream, where it has become like a small pond.

To the unusual rise in temperature, I may have detected a crisis.

The fishes were letting their mouths open and close to take the water into their mouths for fear of drying up.

Slightly away from there, in the mud huddle, the shrimps are lying on their own, about to collapse with the parasites in their bodies.

Between the grasses the owl was asleep, breathing shallow and thin.

Originally living in a cool land covered in clouds, the creatures are completely devoid of resistance to direct sunlight. Perhaps before the water is depleted by the extinction of the rain clouds, the species killed by the sun continue.

That is no exception for humans.

When the king capital of Coffin approached him, he opened the sac (yes) that Dust had carried from the house and removed two small dirty cloths.

Hand one to Ash and he orders a "head to head rash".

"If you hide from your head to your hips, they won't see who you are. It's this heat, it's not unnatural if you're wearing a cover. You left your helmet?

"Yeah."

"Let's go in through the west wall. There must be a gap in the shade along the wall."

When the two men in cloth approached the western side of the king's capital, behind the tree that was about to fall, there was a hole in the wall.

A dust that threw his back sac first threw his body like a cat into the hole and slid through it.

Then Ash plugged her half into the hole, but her body gets caught up in it.

Yeah, yeah, I said it and twisted myself. I pulled her arm, the dust grabbed her with both hands.

"Woman is inconvenient. If I do it, I'll catch on right away because I have a lot of decomposition on my body."

"I was there... he said the dust was just thin!

After some difficulty putting Ash through the hole, Dust carries his back sac again and heads to the cobbled street.

There was an even slight odor in the Wang capital where the two walked, and there was no sign of a person in most of the building at the end of the road.

Even if there are occasionally people sitting on the side of the road or different people, there is no rage in their eyes and they have eyes that look somewhere far away.

I bypassed the path blocked by huge chunks of fur and walked a few more minutes and saw the royal castle of Coffin over the roof of the building.

Dust glimpses Ash and whispers in a whisper.

"Prepare your mind."

".................. yeah......"

Walk the cobblestone and approach the royal castle. Eventually the building was interrupted and the sight opened...... In the square in front of the castle gate, I saw the tip of a huge white winding angle.

Ash raises a strange voice. Closer, several coffins gathered around the corner of the curl, kneeling down and praying and crying.

... huge, dragon neck. Probably cut with a big scarecrow for architecture. From a section of the neck, dry red blood and blue-green scales are scattered around.

A real Morgue neck, rolling by the stone statue of a Morgue without a neck. And Coffin's heroes', artifacts.

For the Coffins, there is no more desperate sight.

Ash slowly progresses to the squares where the moaning voice rises, dragging her legs. Pass the whiskers of a man who crawls to the ground and cries, pass behind a woman who stands flaunted, and stand in front of Morg's open, cloudy eyes.

Dust watched from the entrance to the square.

Ash touches Morg's eyelids, tells him something, and eventually he snubs and kneels on the ground.

I watched silently kill my voice and cry.

... and then an hour later.

When the tears finally withered Ash wiped his face and tried to get up.

Looking back, the dust that was supposed to have been there was disappearing like the wind.

- You look pale.

To Makito, who had turned his words cold, Lucina muddled her face sweat with her hands as she walked behind him.

The capital of Snoba. Boiling down the main street to Morg's death, Lucina, with Gallor, is bound for General Yuk's castle, surrounded by Makito and Snoba soldiers.

By way of example it is in the form of eating the General's unilateral call, but this time Gallor is to accompany him all the way inside the castle.

In the name of assisting Lucina, who fell ill after Morg's death, during a glance.

Makito rang his nose without even pointing his face at Lucina, letting him play with his battle axe at hand as he twirled it.

"It's like an earthworm or something. I love the shade, and as soon as I'm exposed to the sun, I die. How about as a human being, its constitution"

"Shut up......!

"Yuk is scared, too. I freed you from cults for a reason, but you're welcome to do so. If the land comes back to life within that time, you'll have to plow the soil as a colonizer, and you'll be okay?

"When and who promised to do that! Don't take it personally!

Seeing Lukina yelling, Makito looks back slightly.

Lucina and Gallor carved wrinkles between their brows at the same time in Makito, which held up the end of their mouth small.

"Come on, be mindful. The king, the heroes, the senate, even screwed the patron saint. There's nothing left for you. Even idiots know that there's no other way to succumb to snobbery."

"Shut up... who told you..."

"Youk only thinks of you as the queen of Mount Sal, but Mr. Leosandra likes you very much. He's a great man in the revolutionary government. It might make you feel better to incorporate it. You and your country. Of course, as a country."

Makito chuckled as he turned his back on the two people who looked at him.

"It's only now that we can put up a void. I can't help laughing when you smile and shake your ass at Mr. Leo Sandra. Why don't you hire a servant to clean the mansion floor? Haha, you're so queasy."

"Son of a bitch......!

When Lucina is finished, Makito laughs more and more loudly and approaches the castle gate.

Makito and Lucina were distracted and unaware of laughing and hating each other.

One of the last of the snobber soldiers to solidify their surroundings stopped.

Soldiers do not follow people who walk further and further away. I'm just stopping at the end of the road, grunting my throat.

The soldier's neck is grabbed by a hand stretched out of the gap between the walls on the side of the road.

Candle-like, white hands. thin fingers. That was buried in the gap between the soldier's iron mask and the plate armor.

A dust with dark, murderous eyes raised a terrible voice in the ears of a snobber soldier.

"Sleeping in the earth, the heart of a deep star fire... burning black... telling in the name of the flame...!