Hitsugi no Maou

After the famine, the royal ministers running to rebuild the country became more reliant on dust as wise men than ever before.

It begins at the beginning and end of a village buried in mud, with the recovery of corpses rolling in the meadows, the purification of rotten rivers, the restoration and expansion of fields, the environmental health of the people and so much more that needs to be done.

Every time the ministers showed Dust the materials of the work they had, they borrowed wisdom for their opinions.

Though not busier than in the midst of famine, it is never allowed to get out of hand, the great cause of the renewal of the country.

But Dust went out every day, from nightfall to dawn, outside the royal castle, to which no one could be contacted.

Not to mention that all instructions concerning his work are given to his men, but that the King's belly leaves the Royal Castle every night.

Stuck by senators in the Senate that even a large civilian woman would be holding him, Dust replied with a distraction.

"If it's bedtime anyway, it would be the same thing to stay outside trying to stay in the royal castle. That's what holding a samurai in a royal castle is all about, but holding a whore in a castle town has the same result."

The senators regard the word as an affirmation, and the king's best wiser has repeatedly played at night, prioritizing bestiality over sleep to rebuild the country. Will the royal privilege be fulfilled by this man? and advised King Lugassa to stop (being) dust directly.

Rugassa immediately called the dust into her room and sat down against each other in the bench facing each other for one-on-one discussions.

It was like a conversation with a friend, not having anyone else present.

"That's a rude, not like you, Dust. I didn't know you were going to ride the Senate provocation... it was like they took a ghost's neck."

"Because I am originally hated by them. His Majesty is weighed equally by the opinion of only one wise man and the opinion of the House of Lords as an advisory body made up of dozens of members.

I mean, from the senator, each of us is only a dozen percent of my value. "

"... what's really going on? You were such a man who wouldn't say anything blatantly insulting."

The dust does not look into Lugassa's eyes, but puts his mouth on the cup of fresh water served.

Lugassa stared at Dust's face like that and snapped her little "You've got more gray hair".

To his opponent, who shudders his hands tingly, Lugassa stretches out the raised arms of his thick blood vessels and lays his fingertips over the cup of dust.

To Lugassa, staring at herself still, Dust returned a low voice, unable to look him in the eye.

Are you going to dispose of me?

"No way. What do you think you are? You're one of the heroes who saved our country from the worst famine. To hold a woman, to the extent that she leaves the castle."

"Those are words."

"A good woman?

"I'm not holding it. I haven't seen him."

"Young is also supple and good, but it is hard to throw away the growing number of years that you have gained a lot"

"You will be overrun by a nagi"

Lugassa giggles with her mustache at the dust that raised her gaze.

The king's hand held the hand of Dust, which holds the cup, forcefully from the top.

"I trust you. You're a treasure to this country."

My chest hurts.

Pretend to lower your head deeply so you don't get a painful look.

But the next voice of Lugassa was unexpectedly low and harsh.

"A soldier who sent you home in Doo says he saw something strange."

The look of the dust hardens like a stone.

"After I brought the dying priest back to the king's capital, I turned back again worried about you, who wouldn't return after dark. You said you were going home on your own feet, but in case anything happened... I distracted you."

……

"On the way to running Doo... he said he saw two trees in the landscape. In the darkness of the night, I saw something loud and long, like a tree. The soldier thought of the injury and ran Doo over there.

Then… the likeness of a tree was shaped as if it were a bone of a long human arm, and they had a single figure floating in the universe so that they could hold it with both hands. "

The cup slipped through Dust's hand and fell to the floor.

When I look into Lugassa's eyes, there are perceived burning strong emotions behind it.

Rugassa opens her mouth again.

"I'm telling soldiers not to say anything else about this story. You know why?

"Well..."

"I was on the arm of a bone because it was you. Dust."

Dust looks faceless and sees the face of his king.

In the face of battle and national calamity myself, I left a terrible scar on your face.

It's my benefactor's face.

"I don't know what kind of stray our minister dust is exposed to. But if you're not willing to reveal it, just remember this."

Lugassa squeezed Dust's hand with such a sharp grip of bone.

"If your lost is what spooks Coffin, I will slash you without hesitation"

"… naturally, I guess… that's the normal behavior of the Kingslayer"

"But. I trust you."

Lugassa grabbed Dust's hair with the opposite hand and narrowed her eyes.

"I hope this letter is not an error"

Pain runs on the chest of the dust.

It's like your heart can tighten, you're even going to stop breathing, pain.

Dust knew for the first time that day that extreme guilt would cause even severe pain.

The hand of the great bone that the soldier saw. The flat wound of his hand, which was torn to make a pact with him, opened for Lugassa's grip and conveyed a thin flow of blood to the arms of the dust.