Hitsugi no Maou

When the eastern sky grew white, there was movement in the capital of Snoba.

All the hundreds of settlers, of whom more than 90% of the total consisted of adventurers, who were considered particularly handsome, were summoned by union general Leo Sandra and assembled in the castle.

They were passed into General Yuk's private room, which had as much as a little mansion grounds, and each and every one of them was once again introduced to the General by Leo Sandra.

"General Yuk, this man is Ars, a double-swordsman, one of the" Five Swords Saints "of the flourishing Snowba Adventurers' Union."

"Nice to meet you, Ars. I hear your reputation."

"This beautiful woman is Salida the Song Sword, a pillar of the famous Snoba Sacred Swordsman."

"Wonderful, it's good to see you, Salida"

"In addition, this threesome raised ten villains of the old government to blood festivals during the revolution, and the crying child shuts up 'Holy Three Swordsmen'..."

With Leo Sandra on her ass praising the vocal adventurers, Sante sipped a sip of the drowsy, dry liquor.

To her, who deposited her back at the wall, Makito, who had bathed in the water, dropped by looking at Leo Sandra in a single piece of hipster and shrugged her shoulder in the same way.

"To the Five Great Swords Saints, to the Snoba Sacred Swordsmen, the Holy Three Swordsmen? I don't know who's better than who with all these similar titles."

"It's about General Leo Sandra who understands the difference exactly. Maybe Euk isn't sure either. Everyone was a hero, everyone was a protagonist… The union of adventurers, who truly received Yuk's speech, wanted to give the adventurers a lofty title every once in a while. The result is a huge sale of swordsaints and holy swordsmen."

"I know the one who got the title 'Great Swordsman' just for bringing home a kid who got lost in a volcano. Looks like my brave title is slowly diminishing, and I honestly feel bad."

Makito pinches the glass of alcohol that Sante is drinking from the side and drinks it up.

Looking at the bite wound running into his body, Sante asked with his arms together.

"Your body, the red snake repairs even if it's wounded... if the snake wraps up the eaten flesh and returns it to your body, it doesn't immediately block the wound, does it?

"The blood will stop soon. A snake like a thin thread sutures ripped meat with its own body. I don't think it's a very natural behavior."

Sante glanced at him imagining the sight. Red snake stuck in Makito's body surprisingly, connecting meat and bones......

Makito laughs while letting the glass play at hand, no matter how Sante looks like that.

"It seems Mariela says that the red snake simply inherently takes over the host's body and does not repair the wound or attack the outer enemy. So the serpents of the soldiers will die intact if the body of the host is destroyed more than constantly, nor will they repair the wounds.

It's just that only a limited number of snakes in the deepest rear of God's body act like this. "

"... a serpent that has been alive since antiquity, manipulated directly by the brave Hilnor by magic?

"Or maybe a generation of snakes close to it. Apparently red snakes can only live in the bodies of other organisms, instead of laying eggs on their own and continue to increase. That's why the snakes in God's body are mixed with old and new species.

Some of them, especially those living from old times, mutated and ferocious, and equipped themselves with the habit of repairing the damaged host's body, "he said.

Makito laughs at the belly of the Demon King, eaten away by me.

"Mariella is insane as she tries to apply the red snake that manipulates God to humans. Turn the defeated enemy into a living corpse and manipulate it as a soldier, or parasitize the serpent on your side, and your consciousness does not take over, but only demonstrates the ability to repair the flesh to strengthen it. sorting between the dead and the living, the heinous nature of God's mercy."

"Why did you raise your name to such a human experiment?"

"Why, because Yuk promised. If you let the red snake dwell on you, it's a new myth of snobbery, and I'll treat you as a saint. I'll give you the name of the brave man. No one can beat you, that you can be an immortal hero."

Makito accidentally laid his hand on the wall of Sante's face.

Close your face to Sante, who leans wrinkly between your eyebrows, and turn off the grin.

"I'm special. My brave title is not the same as any other alias that sounds just daunting. It's the name of Yuk and Mariela who deserve true honor."

"Hey, we're too close"

"Yuk suspects you."

He shook his eyes tingly, and Sante took his eyes off Makito.

Looking at Yuk, he tilts his face slightly this way as he greets the adventurers Leo Sandra introduces.

… are you exploring the situation?

I feel that Yuk's consciousness is indeed directed at me, and I glance at Sante. Makito, with his mouth close to his ear, "Honest story -" lurked his voice.

"Let's get revenge on Yuk for switching snobbers to whatever he wants - think about it, don't you?

"You want to be stuck down"

"I know perfectly well that you've aligned yourself with us. Your words and actions after the revolution were truly worthy of trust as a companion.... but it doesn't matter."

Makito lifted the opposite hand from the one on the wall and pressed the glass he held against Sante's wide forehead.

To Sante in silence, Makito continues with a breath in her ear.

"We're going to be cornered, the face of the princess of Coffin. Come on... it looks a lot like yours when you're forced to help free the immortal giant... Yuk, too, after all, that's what bothers me the most"

"It's a proposition! I'm already..."

"Where were you when the Demon King attacked you?"

Sante opens his eyes and answers as he presses Makito's shoulder.

"I was consolidating the stairs with the soldiers on the first floor of the castle. Yuk's instructions."

"When we went to the woods to kill the hunters?

"Same! Castle security..."

"How did the Owl Knight know about our movement?"

Makito made a low voice and grabbed Sante's ear.

When Sante kicks Makito's groin with his knee without being able to reveal himself, Makito shouts a slight surprise, "Whoa," and takes a step back.

From behind Makito laughing at the glass in his hand, Yuk was looking straight at Sante.

Makito shrugs his shoulder and says to Sante, trying to pretend to be calm.

"Due to small things, suspicion grows darker and darker. If you did, you'd be left alone because you were worried about whether Yuk should be on your guard. Until yesterday, I thought Yuk was thinking too much..."

"But what? You can't afford to actually confront the Demon King? You think you're going to heal (or not) your enemies who use unscrupulous witchcraft by denigrating me with their powerless humiliation of God and his legions?

"I have no proof. There is no certainty that you are betraying me. But... I knew you were a former (...) Empress."

Sante lifted his eyes so sharply that his shape changed.

"… the time should have been our ideal when a world where everyone could work equally and regardless of their origins would be allowed to do so again"

"Right. But I knew you were the Emperor's daughter."

Makito stretches his tongue and licks the glass he was pressing against his opponent's forehead.

Sante pulls his mouth together, hmm! and left the scene with a snort. While opening the door of the room and feeling Makito and Yuk's gaze pointed straight at his back until he left the room.

- The limits are close. It's only a matter of time before Yuk and the others are convinced of their betrayal.

Walk down the hallway with footsteps that make you feel as angry as possible and leave the door unclosed.

Turn the corner, rub the floor with a flesh-fucking sword, and go up the stairs.

He opened a glass door lined up at the end of the hallway and went out onto the balcony.

Make sure there are no people, breathe deeply.

... Something must be done. Sooner or later, even if you are not to be solemnized, you will not be able to fulfill it without any redemption.

Biting his right thumb, Sante looks at the night sky, which is being driven away by the light.

Will Lucina and the others have decrypted Hilnor's inscription? For Sante today, all hope lies within that ancient group of letters.

I'm sure, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

He is not so foolish that he who has enslaved God does not expect to abuse his power. I want to think so.

There must be a reason why you left three weapons behind, along with the magic technique of enslaving God.

"... Hilnor has created a regression sword that defeats the effects of witchcraft... then if you poke the regression sword into a god created by witchcraft, can you kill God...?

"Then you can't."

To a voice suddenly heard from overhead, Sante held his mouth with both hands reflexively, glaring down his throat and raising his gaze.

Above the balcony, just outside the walls of the castle, the shadows of the black birds gather.

A shadow of a mite, with a white skull floating on his head. I told Sante, spinning my head as it twirled.

"Hilnor only manipulated the red snake by magic, guiding it to the giant's body and parasitizing it. Sticking a regression sword doesn't mean the red snake is leaving the giant. It is only the magical effect of" Manipulating the Red Snake at will "that the regression sword is deactivated.

I mean, just restoring God's dominion to blank paper doesn't mean you can kill God. It is proof that God was still operating in that state after Hilnor's death '.

"Ma... demon king, huh...?

"You're Sante, the Empress of the Old Snobba Empire. Bundled dark hair, hawk embroidered gloves, an unusually long sword... I said something in front of the General that would make my suspicions look right at you deliberately. There was no guarantee you weren't lying."

I needed to identify it.

To the shadow of Mimizuk who tells him so, Sante says quickly as he looks at the glass door.

"The Euks are totally suspicious of me. I can hold my head down just like this...... demon king, tell me. Are you on Coffin's side?

"At least if you want to harm the generals, I won't give you a hand."

"I have given Lucina and the others copies of the inscriptions of the brave Hilnor. If I could do something about God, there must be a key in that. They're just taking a while to decipher it..."

"I can read ancient Coffin letters. There's only one copy of that inscription and do it?

Sante, who rounded his eyes, looked up again at Mimizuk's shadow.

Answer the twirling skull, staying still.

"I knew that inscription could be my last hope. A spare copy is here…"

Sante opened the chest of the red coat and inserted her hand into an empty gap in the lining.

When you hoist a bunch of parchment paper bound with strings (strings), the shadow of the mites blinks without sound and descends on Sante's shoulder.

A monster with parchment wrapped around his beak leaves his beak closed and emits a voice to Sante from close quarters.

"If you're still laying some kind of trap on the Coffins, I'll break their necks directly in the last fight. But if you want to tell the truth and liquidate your sins as you say... leave this castle now and flee far away. If you're a snobbery executive, you might be able to cross the border."

"... what?

'If you're going to say that a copy of the inscription is your trump card, there's no longer anything you can do. I'm probably far superior to you in my knowledge of ancient witchcraft and techniques. In the position that the general is about to stare at, you can also do a lot of mess.

Survive and let the world wander by itself. Before suffering, there may be a slight encounter or a salvation of the heart '

Sante stared at Mimizuk's skull, which kept spinning, and immediately shook his neck to the side.

Blue firepowder swinging behind the skull adds momentum and sparkles for a moment.

"Poor woman."

"My destination is hell. Otherwise, the end is unacceptable."

'Who decides not to forgive? God?'

Sante laughs small and says, "It's me."

The mimizk-shaped monster rang with a high voice once and jumped up into the sky all at once. "Blessed be thou"... leaving such an uninteresting joke, the Demon King's Messenger vanished into the morning burning sky.