Hitsugi no Maou

A man calls a demon king a god of evil nature, or a being capable of obeying demons and demons as his followers.

The figure of Rayakels, who manipulates a group of dead bodies, must have been seen in the eyes of the ancient Coffin people as a demon king of unmistakable evil.

But would they have likewise called him the Demon King, even if they had seen Hilnor the brave man who transformed the creature into a puppet and enslaved it while living?

I may have loathed and persecuted you.

But I'm sure Hilnor would have stayed a brave man until the end and not been called the Demon King, Dust thinks.

The villain of a series of tragedies has to be Rayakels alone than the beginning of it is in the poisonous rain.

The fact that the magic of poisonous rain was used under the general will of the people, or that many casualties were caused by it, and that Rayakels chose the path to the Demon King, must never be left in history.

Rayakels, the demon king, unfolded a tragedy with even his own malice and desire, and the Coffin people were caught up in it. It has to be such a muscle piece. Similarly, the brave Hilnor did not produce immortal giants at the convenience of the Coffin people and the royal family. At Hilnor's own convenience, he took the Demon King.

Therefore, even if people knew what Hilnor was doing, the association of the immortal giant would have been obliterated or otherwise distorted into history to look good.

The demon king is even ugly, and the brave man must be clean and right, even though he is.

All because people escape the sin of poisonous rain.

But in the end... Rayakels, Hilnor and the other Coffins dyed their hands with enough contraindications to be equally called Demon Kings.

It desecrated life and tried to manipulate it. It extincted the species and tried to take the world into its hands.

Ancient Coffin stories have no such thing as good balls.

There are only sinners who need good balls and two men who have sacrificed them.

And now the legacy of evil left by the sacrifices is turning Coffin into a battlefield.

Hilnor's legacy. His descendants, Dust has the legacy of Rayakels in their hands and confronts them.

There are still no good balls in the battle between brave men and demon kings in modern times either.

We continue to sin against each other because of our desires and our will.

"... oh..."

morning. Ash, who rose from her bed of grass, found a small bone on the floor in front of her and raised her voice.

You must have fallen out of the skylight, the bone broken in two from the spine is Yamori's systemic skeleton.

Did the magical effects of dust expire while you were asleep?

Gently take the bone and peek into the disappeared orbit of the blue firepowder.

"It's not like I can move all the time...... yeah...... good job"

I feel misty for nothing, I twist the bones of the yamori, and place them on the grass.

I feel wonder and safer on the floor than usual thanks to a lot of things moving home last night. The fact that we are surrounded by many allies, whether it be a group of animal white bones, has reduced my anxiety.

At any rate, I wish you would stay after you wake up.

I also forgot I was calling for something unusual last night, and, uh, sighs Ash.

At the next moment, the door of the toilet opened with good momentum and a bunch of leaves of trees to wipe his ass danced through the universe and slammed against the wall.

In front of an ash that makes his whole body jump, a shadow of mistletoe pops out of the toilet without sound, and then dust follows it.

I picked up a bunch of tree leaves that fell on the floor and said, "Fool!," he threw again into the shadow of Mimizuk.

Mimizuk flickers the leaves of the tree and evacuates them on the shelf.

The leaves of the stray bullet tree hit Ash's face, spreading the fragrance of a refreshing vanilla system. The leaves of the tree are carefully selected to wipe the buttocks, so wrap your face around it with a soft and gentle feel.

However, it is a butt wipe that was often left in the toilet.

Staring at the leaves of the tree falling from the buckwheat, Ash makes his face snap.

"... Wow, what a fragrant wake. Filled with the smell of a refreshing hand wash"

"I don't want to thank you. You poor mistletoe! I was totally alarmed!

The mistletoe on the shelf glistened as the dust flushed.

Mimizuku shadow that rotates the twirling neck. Beyond that, from the toilet left open, I find something gleaming yellow drifting out, and Ash snaps his neck, pointing.

"Hey, something's out there..."

"Oh my god! The toilet bug escapes! All of them!!

At the same time as the decree of the dust, the shadows of the stone kiln, the shelves and the shelves, and the shadows of the dogs, deer, and mice pop out of the bed of the dust. "That!?" In front of Ash, who raised his voice softly today, one of the dogs, first jumped at the yellow float, peeled off his skull teeth and captured the float in his mouth.

Dust shook his tail and told the dog that he was stopping by and said, "I made it!," he grins, carefully removing the floats from his skull.

Ash stood up and peered into Dust's hand as he walked over to them.

Yellow, shining butterfly-like, but large chin-worms are stuck in the dust, and there is also jitter.

"Um, what is this? What's" toilet bug "?

"It's a beneficial worm that's cleaning our toilet. I keep it in the back of the toilet hole. When birds are natural enemies, they panic and escape through the hole"

The dust stared at the mistletoe on the shelf. "You are not allowed in or out! Pinch the worm outside! When he yells," Mimizuk blinks without sound, pushing the grass curtain open with his skull and honestly going outside.

To the dust that carried the toilet worm as it mattered and attributed it to the hole, Ash inquired looking at the surrounding dogs and deer shadows.

"Do these kids eat dinner, too? Even though it's just bones?

"When I'm not giving specific orders, my habits go into action when I was alive. You saw the shadow of a rat wanting Ramlai flowers. Their contents… are very mundane rats and dogs in nature. I'm subordinate to the operator, and I'm just connected.

Of course I don't have the ability to digest food. Instinct alone wants to feed. "

"You look like you're connected to me, too."

"That's because I included telling you not to harm me when I move them. The designation of enemy allies is added to the spell. You didn't get attacked while you were sleeping."

Close the toilet door securely, breathing dust. Ash laughed, puffing, looking down at her hair, which seemed to have been thrown out on her way to braid.

"Dust lived like this moving animal bones even before he met me? It's certainly more lively and fun than being alone."

"No way. It's been years since I've moved them. I came all the way out here with a dust-covered specimen."

"Specimen?"

"I brought it up when I was banished from Coffin's Royal Castle, it's homemade material. Coffin has lost species of creatures every time of famine or natural disaster, leaving many organisms in history extinct. That's why you leave that skeleton specimen and tell it to future generations.

For example, dogs of this kind no longer survive on coffins. I've been exterminated by starvation. "

Ash frowns at the root of a dust that puts his hand on the dog's skull. Of this species, even if they say so, the bones alone don't know what kind of species.

"Even Mimizuku just now is. There are no more living mites in Coffin. Only owls are there.

Anyway, it's a precious specimen, but I couldn't have gone to Wang Du with a round waist. I had him become a medium of sorcery. "

"Ah! Yes! I forgot to ask..."

Ash, who raised her voice, began to worry with her head in her arms shortly afterwards, "Uh..."

To the neck tilting dust, Ash says with her hair on.

"I have two questions, which one should I ask?"

"Ask if you care."

"Yeah. You know, I had a yamori fall on the floor earlier."

Ash placed it on a bed of grass, pointing to Yamori's bones.

"Dust's magic has expired."

"Oh, I guess"

"But these dogs and deer are moving."

"There's an individual difference in the effectiveness of my magic. Some of them just go back to being corpses as soon as they're ready, some of them move around all the time if you leave them alone."

"With that said, the frog that first gave the message, it collapsed quickly. What difference does it make?

The dust passes among the black servants and walks out towards the stone kiln. "I don't know," he replied smallly, pouring water from a perfectly cold pan into the cup.

"The magic that moves this corpse is a by-product of the magic that resurrects the people Rayakels was studying. The corpse of a creature, or part of it, is allowed to move and manipulate the same as it did during its lifetime… For example, magic that commands you to 'float' or 'fly away' against stones or bars will have no consequences other than what you ordered. The stone naturally falls to the ground after it rises, and after flying off to where it was aimed, it just goes back to the unmoving bar slice"

You're ordering things to move.

"It's like lifting or throwing stones with unseen force. It's not like there's a will to cut stones and bars. But a corpse moved in the magic of Rayakerus also acts other than what he commands.

Because this sorcery is not exactly ordering corpses to simply 'move,' but to 'rise in the form of creatures, and obey orders'. I call on the dead to come back to life. "

The dust makes a noise and drinks down the water, replacing it even more.

The dog walked past it at its feet.

"The wording of the spell is vague: 'Summarize the Shapes', but if the operator is strongly aware of the desired effect, that will give him the effect of witchcraft once and for all. In other words, the magic I use is an incomplete resuscitation technique that involves giving the body and shadow a temporary flesh and recalling the soul of its owner."

"... that these kids have souls, consciousness?

"Come on, it's not clear where it is. Rayakels, who developed the magic, seemed troubled himself."

A dust that doesn't really get the procedure drinks down a second glass of water and pours more water.

Dust has offered a third cup to Ash, who I thought might have had a little too much to drink.

Oh, when I receive the cup wondering if you poured it on me, the dust takes the pan directly to my mouth and drinks up the leftover water.

To a pompous ash, Dust resumed the conversation as he muddled his mouth.

"In the first place, because you ordered the corpse to come back to life and move, you don't know if its contents are the dead themselves. Rayakels also attempted human resuscitation with this sorcery, but failed to achieve satisfactory results.

The moving corpse did have the same nature as it had in life and behaved in the same way as the dead. But maybe it's just an object, a bone, manipulating the dead. "

"Hey, that's kind of tricky..."

"The same goes for the 'relics' on the altar. It is only the corpse, not the dead, who moves, speaks and is ordered to laugh and return the reaction. Rayakels didn't want to deflect from the dead. Lost, I wanted to reunite with the deceased himself."

Dust fingers as he lays down the pan "though it's a long story".

"The magic of manipulating corpses means that Rayakels himself doesn't know the entity of potency, it's unfinished magic. I don't know if these shadowy white bones have their own souls, or if they are soulless objects created to resemble them indefinitely.

It's hard to say it's a perfect resuscitation, at least at some point in time when there's a case that would collapse on its own if it's done. "

"You mean you don't know why the difference in life expectancy ends up..."

Ash pointed her skull orbit at herself and looked smudgingly at the deer relaxing on the floor. "So," Dust tilts his neck as he opens the bag of bread by the stone kiln.

"What's the second question?

"Oh, yeah, yeah. There was so much going on yesterday that I forgot to ask... Dust, where have you been? He left me in front of the castle gate and suddenly disappeared."

"I was on my way to see Snobba's general."

I spit out the water that Ash was about to drink into the dust I said as I grabbed the bread.

The dust chews (shudders) the bread without even giving her gaze to cough it up.

"I heard rumors, but you're a nasty one. Oh, they don't accept physiology."

"Shh, physiological... are you kidding me!? It's suicide! I can't believe you went to see the top of Snobba in person!

"I don't have time for this. If we don't hurry, Coffin will perish in the real sense.... Ash, I'm sorry to wake up and talk to you about this early."

Dust gave me the sidelines and told me.

"By night, leave this house. Pack up. Here, say goodbye."