Hitsugi no Maou

Flying through the roofs of the houses, over the heads of the people, the shadows of Dust and Doo ran through the darkness.

Observing snobber soldiers passing through all parts of the capital, they stand upright and defend their security points, just as they do during the day.

I thought Mariela would have some effect on the soldiers if she was injured, but apparently she's acting half independent, except for the soldiers she's moving especially towards consciousness.

Dust sighed quietly as multiple soldiers sidelined the settlers who were pulling out their swords and attacking the whore as they were working together to disable them.

The respite until Mariela regains her voice is a day or two. In the meantime, God and his army will not attack Coffin or his enemies themselves.

That is a huge battle. But, as Euk said, it will not be a fundamental solution.

I also thought about completely crushing Mariela's throat, but if I do that, the Coffins will have to fight them straight out of the front when God and the regiment run wild. Even the Coffins, who had lost their main army and were exhausted by the heat of the sun, could not have had a winning chance.

Immortal gods, mighty snobber armies, armed settlers.

Driving them away from this earth is not for the most part a paradigm.

For Coffin, whose eighty percent occupation has been completed, it could be described as hopeless.

At least from a standpoint as far away from Coffin, I thought if I expressed my intention to kill Yuk, a general as Demon King, I could send Snoba ahead to completely assemble Coffin...

"You think I like Master Lucina? A shitty kid... holding a different kind of romance (renbo) is enough for one galore kid"

Dust clenched his fist into Doo's orbit as he vomited a dialogue that seemed to hit him if he heard it.

The beast of shadows, the demon made of dust, has no entity except the skull. Naturally, if your body moves away from your bones, you can fall as-is and beat it to the ground.

With his chest and belly snuggled against his bones and wind resistance flowing through him, the dust reached the edge of the Snoba capital, suddenly in a group of light that appeared in front of him: "Hide!" and pointed to the shadow of the building.

Doo's shadow moves his legs to bump into the shadows.

The movement is the same as that of a real beast, but no foot without entity will rip off dirt or stones.

Dust narrowed his eyes toward the group of light as he dived into my skull without a footstep.

"... Shit... those are really hippos, adventurers are..."

The group of lights was a queue of settlers with candles and lanterns in their hands.

The men are dragging, lighting, dumping and walking in the middle of a wide road a wooden carved doll that mimics monsters and sinners they have never seen before.

People were singing songs praising God as they threw stones from near to burning dolls or followed them with sticks.

It was not known by Dust whether that was the 'God' who lay asleep with his raw white body on the side of the castle, or, more vaguely, the kind of God who watched people from heaven.

I don't know if it was some kind of event or just a night out. Dust, who was watching the noise, accidentally glanced at me.

Among the noisy adults are obviously children under the age of ten.

They were laughing at each other with men and women who were probably parents, waving their undressed swords, slapping dolls and playing.

"- So what!

Nobody told me anything, but Dust is creating his own hidden shadow, beating the stone walls of the building.

To Doo's shadow: "Go!" Turning to his voice, he avoids the queue of lights and makes him run to the western edge of the capital.

"It is only natural that a man dies in a dispute between a nation and a nation! Everyone has a family! Some kind of war where kids don't cry!!... to an enemy country, it's worse to bring a child! I can do that because Coffin is stepping on it if he doesn't do it back!!

Approaching the stone wall that protects the outer perimeter of the capital, you jump on the roof of the building and jump at once.

Doo, once made meat by Dust with his own hands, crossed the stone wall with stunning foam and landed on a meadow outside the capital. Running through the earth at a tremendous rate as it is and away from the capital.

Dust kept staring at the darkness at the night ahead with his blood-running eyes for some time after that.

"- Hih!

When he opened the grass curtain, Ash, who had firewood in the stone kiln, raised a strange voice and buttocks.

Upon returning home, Dust realizes that he remained wearing the Snobba flag and hurries to untie the knot on his back of his head.

When you expose your face, you'll see even more Ash saying, "Hih!" He raised his voice.

Dust stares at Ash with a fed up face.

"What is it? Do you still have something?"

"Mouth! Mouth! What's wrong with that!

Pointed and dried blood falls to the floor all over his mouth to soak his mouth. He had an unexpectedly high amount of blood rubbed against the flag, all over his face.

Ash, who stood up, takes Dust's hand as he says even more, uh, and peeks into the bloody wound.

"Ouch. Ouch! It's out of juice! What's wrong with this one?!?

"I cut myself.... you saw it before. You need your own blood as a medium to use the magic of moving corpses. If you hadn't bled, you wouldn't have had enough magical effects."

"Do you mean those kids by moving the corpse for a second!?

He points to the shadow of two dogs sitting at the end of a grass curtain as Ash heads to a pot with boiling water in a stone kiln.

He further pointed to the shadow of a deer groaning near the stone kiln and the shadow of a mite spinning his head infinitely on the shelf, and finally the shadow of a large yamori sadly clinging to the skylight of a worm feather, which he swept away with a quick mouth.

"I was somewhat prepared because I said 'unusual things are on your side', but there are too many unusual things! The dogs increase to two on the way, and when I get through the hole in the wall, the deer will wait and tell me to 'go home first', and then when I follow them, Mimizuk will guide me to 'Yo this way', and when I get home, the yamori will fall and say 'Like I'm putting fire in a stone kiln'... what the hell!? Besides, we're all too relaxed with a face that doesn't eat anything!

"Good."

On the dust taking off my coat I said "YES!?," Ash frowned while holding the pan.

Dust said words without expression as she received the pan without spilling it.

"When I left I was crying, I wondered what I would do"

Ash opens and closes his mouth several times, then leans down as a shun and walks towards the shelf.

Ash said in a much smaller voice as he removed the narcotics cloth from the shelf and offered it to the dust where he would place the pan on the floor.

"I need to take good care of it. Medicine, where?

"It's not necessary. All you have to do is wash it with water and put cloth away. I've always done that."

"... then... uh..."

"Something would help if you prepared a meal. Prawns are dangerous, so use the bread and weed you have there."

When the dust pointed to the bag piled at the end of the stone kiln, Ash nodded sneakily, but before going there, he hugged it from his back to the dust.

The dust, which had the anesthetic cloth dipped in the water against the wound, stops the movement perfectly.

I looked into Ash's eyes, right next to his face, and wondered, I asked.

"Don't you sneeze"

"It's not like that."

"What's the point of taking off your jacket and hugging a man naked in his upper body?

Shut the fuck up.

To Ash, who said quietly, Dust stared into her eyes for a while before dropping his eyes on hand again.

Wash the wound gently, tear off the area not soaked in narcotic cloth water, and wrap it around instead of bandages.

To Ash, who stared silently at the state of it, Dust now turned only to his voice.

"Did you organize your feelings?"

"... yeah. This is the end of the story of our family and Morg. I had a dream. 'Cause I got to see the dragon properly."

"Right. … so there's nothing to remember anymore"

"... yeah"

Dust accidentally looked back in Ash's arm and grabbed her shoulder.

Ash's dark hair, which opens her eyes, teases the white fingers of the dust.

Morg's helmet hasn't changed since they left the house and remains rolling on the floor.

Dust glanced straight at Ash and said, "You're kidding!," he blushed.

"You have nothing to remember!? What was your life for! You were born to give up your life and worship a flying lizard who lives in a foreign country you never saw or went to!? So can we just let go of our dreams and our lives!?

"... dust..."

"Children can't choose their parents, their lives depend on the way they live! But I'm not obliged to stick with it till the end! You're gonna hang out with me till I die! Leave the memories of my parents and Morg here. You just have to go first!!

A dust screamed disturbingly, staring at Ash's, stiff face as if he didn't understand the floating expression.

... A little, losing words with each other, a mouse shadow crawled out of the dust's stripped coat and ran to the feet of the dust to the phrase that let his gaze wander, coming up his pants.

A shadow coming from his back to his shoulders to his arms, he looks up at Ash's hair and squeals small.

Their gaze was dropped on a small suspicion, and eventually Dust, silently, inserted his finger into Ash's hair.

A hard feeling that hits the tip of your finger. Pulling through, the green flowers of Ramlai emerged, which the daytime dust had placed on her hair.

Sweet smell of honey. The dust placed the flowers on the floor expressionlessly, slowly.

A shadow of a rat jumping off his arm and pushing his skull into the back of a petal even though he doesn't have a tongue.

As the dust sat on the floor, Ash laughed small and lowered her back to the floor in the same way.

... naturally, without any sense of duty, dust laughed.

I said something unsolicited.

So crushing to the dust, Ash was just laughing, shaking his head.