Hitsugi no Maou

What decisively changed the life of a man named Dust was the unprecedented (let's see) famine that struck Coffin after the Battle of Separca.

To give back Keurenez Javier, the father who abandoned himself and his mother. Dust, who became royal minister of Coffin in order to avenge him, stood with the best possible means, as wise man of the kingdom, even in this great famine.

From the distribution of domestic food, he ran (really did) to develop emergency crops, to combat slippages and floods caused by unstoppable heavy rains, and even to buy supplies from neighbouring Separca and pedestrians.

In cooperation with other wise men, kings and the House of Lords, the fight against hunger did produce some effect, but it did not reach the point of protecting all of the people.

The measures taken on a country-wide scale retrieve the small villages that could not come about it.

The people wielding their wisdom in the royal castle had to come up with a plan to save the country, while just praying in their hearts that their homeland was well survived.

Everyone killed their personal feelings and spared no time working while they slept.

If you save your country, you will save your hometown as well. Tell yourself so.

So Dust was (now) abhorred by letters sent to him from his hometown, that his best friend had starved to death, that his home had rotted and collapsed, and that he had eaten up the seeds of his rationed crop.

It was decided to send out a letter and he was the village chief or priest, complaining of his predicament (cucumber) to the dust, who was from the village and now the belly of the king, and urging (saisoku) with a letter breaking through the parchment asking him to manage to accommodate (yuzu) food and supplies.

But the dust never responded to it. I love my hometown with dust. I want to save it even in lieu of my life if it's something I can save.

But the distribution of supplies was determined by the wise men at the top of the country, who exchanged opinions and repeated calculations over and over again, using reasonable figures that there was no more.

It is the result of equal treatment of all villages, not to mention the personal feelings of anyone.

Sending extra supplies to Dust's hometown means that no other village will be able to get that amount of supplies. That is unacceptable.

When I put together the letters sent and dumped them in the garbage dump for burning, I went out with my father, Keurenes.

He uncommonly opened his mouth when he saw Dust throw away the same letter he had brought.

"Pretty much, you seem to be squeezing"

"... like that"

"But there's nothing I can do."

"To me, to you."

"Unlike me, you love your hometown"

Keurenes stood next to the dust and threw away a bunch of letters.

"It must be hard."

"............... how dare you"

You could have said that dialogue.

Trying to go on like that, Dust barely swallowed the words.

It's hard. It's hard to decide. My father, who abandoned his homeland himself, has a new wife in this king's capital.

The sorrow of old women and their acquaintances is now known.

Even so. I'm hundreds of times harder than you.

If I hadn't followed you to the king's capital, starving to death in the village would have never hurt me more.

You are a plague god.

To the dust of seeing the letter in the garbage with his blood-running eyes, Keurenez left it pompous as he returned his heel (bite).

"I'm going to hell."

By the time Dust, doubting his ears, raised his face, Keurenes had bent down the hallway and had already disappeared.

By the time two years of famine converged, letters were no longer coming to the dust.

It seems to me that the last letter was lined up with words close to cursing (bulk) doubting Dust's personality and conscience. I spared no time and almost skipped reading, so I'm not remembered.

There was no tone out from the village of Dust as reports of rain stopped coming from all over the place, sprouting of crop seeds and regeneration of fields rose.

Has it already perished? Or miraculously survived, but do you not send a letter out of disbelief in the royal family?

King Lugassa said this to Dust and Keurenes, holding the stem of the first razone picked after the famine, which was dedicated.

"We both had a hard time. Like the other ministers, Coffin would not have made this historic disaster without it. Smoke rising from the house baking bread and a grin returning to the people's faces.

First of all, a whole day, take your free time. Go wherever you like and heal your physical and mental fatigue. "

We knew that Keurenez would go to the wife's house in Wangdu. In the presence of the beautiful wife of the nobility and of the precious son who gave him his name.

Dust took such a father in the royal castle and grabbed one of the soldiers and headed home with his doo.

Heavy rain and rotten meadows are flooded with creature corpses. There was also a mix of human bodies in it. Sooner or later, we have to recover everything.

The tragedy continued everywhere, and that never changed when Dust reached his hometown village.

The village was half swallowed by muddy ground.

The house has collapsed, the fields have been flushed, and the mud at the foot has solidified in a vortex-wrapped form.

In the mud were the carcasses of rotten animals taken in, but people's bodies are invisible.

Dust kept the soldiers and Doo waiting and walked in the village. Find the houses and cabins that barely collapse into the muddy world and peek inside.

Survivors, or even going around the room in search of a corpse, all they could find were rotten furniture, puddles, and curses carved on walls (carpets).

Stick your foot in the mud and pull it out, when your calf muscles started screaming.

Dust entered the last remaining building in the village, the church.

The entrance to the church, where I once learned the king's song on a stone slab, was oppressed by hardened mud and shaken. Kick the rotten tree door to pieces, make sure it crawls into the mud mountains and breaks inside.

... Dust took a deep, long, breath as he descended into the hall of the church, into the space where the statue of the Morgue was placed.

Lined on the floor, countless coffins. In the middle of those, where only roughly the same number of villagers lined up, one man was falling on his back.

Towards the light that plunges through the skylight, he wears priestly clothes.

Dust walked over and looked down at him as he stood.

"... you're too late"

A faint voiced priest rolls his eyes and sees the dust.

Dust is silent.

A priest laughs without a voice.

"Someone is looking for you. We cremated the body so it wouldn't rot, so we're all boned... but we're all here. And your mother."

……

"Why didn't you help me?"

To a face distracting priest, Dust replies low "tried to help".

"The supplies were distributed. He also taught in letters how to deal with flooding and how to grow emergency crops. Like any other village,"

"I complained that I didn't have enough food... why didn't you reply"

"There's nothing you can do if you even eat the seeds you're supposed to grow. If additional food is sent only to certain villages, other villages naturally demand the same amount. As a result, the whole country will starve even more"

The priest reached out and grabbed the chest of Dust's coat.

To a dust that returns gaze without expression, the priest emits a blood-soaking fury.

"Why do you look so cheerful!!

……

"This is your village! It's your hometown! Everyone is dead but me!!

"I'm so glad you're alive alone"

Dust grabbed the hand of a priest who rounded his eyes.

giggling lightly as he stood his nails.

"... you say it's a fine face?

What? Is it okay?

Dust shook his back in a frightening number of coffins, a tight, close to crying voice, and laughed.

"As a royal wise man, as a protector of the kingdom, I behaved rightly. I didn't do anything wrong. I killed my love and saved more people.

Father, I am called a hero in the capital. The king's minister in the face of famine… as one of the wise men, even awarded a medal "

But. Although.

Dust clenched a glowing blue medal on the chest of his coat and stripped his teeth.

"My homeland has been destroyed so much. I wonder why, Father... I left the village in search of a fine wise man to avenge my mother's crying in return for my wrongdoing father... and to put together decency and righteousness, I bewitched my mother."

and the dust teeth rang. White teeth meet again and again, trembling with fear.

"My mother died and I finally understood. What I did... my attitude toward my mother and village... ended up being just like that of my father..."

"... dust... you..."

"This wasn't supposed to happen. No, it's not. I... I just wanted to be on my mother's side. I wanted to save my mother's heart. Being a righteous, fine, and wise royal minister should have been only a means of revenge... why did I... take more righteousness than my mother..."

No, it's not. No, this is not what I wanted.

The low, low, repeated voice of dust eventually took the place of a groan that made no sense and melted into the mud.