Hitsugi no Maou

Bad coincidence, bad fate.

There was once the stone chamber of Rayakels, the demon king, where the dust protruded the blade, and the rain that had been falling for two years had softened (something) the ground and made it easier to collapse.

It was also all a bad fate prank (a hoax) that there was sand in the place where it fell, softening the shock and not having to lose its life.

The fact that Dust was able to decipher the ancient letters of the inscriptions that were further behind the cave, rather than the relics of the demon king who was underground being belligerent.

... that the claims of the ancient demon kings broke Dust's heart and ruled.

It was an irrevocable tragedy for Dust to think of living and taking over the work of the Demon King.

After making a pact with the relic to take it off the hole, Dust lowered all the coffins of the people of his hometown into the stone room and set up an altar to hide the hole.

Lower than grass length, stone floor. Dust went to the place every night and continued to absorb and practice the knowledge and techniques of Rayakels in the stone room.

The magic of Rayakels, the Demon King, is all about resurrecting the dead, restoring their souls.

It starts with getting the corpses up, moving them, through making them talk, to making them do and think independently.

The magic of letting some of the corpses, for example bones and artifacts, put together shadows and disguise their lifetime appearance, was also all a product of trial and error for the resurrection of the dead.

Dust spared no time to master them while they slept, while reading over and over again the words that Rayakels had engraved at the end of the inscription.

"I cannot deny the suspicion that all of these sorceries, created in my dream of reuniting with the dead, are, however, merely moving corpses as objects. I made my daughter's shadow and tried to live for a whole month, but at the end I felt a sense of creation (...).

The shadows laugh and sweeten at me and tell old stories, but they were all things that I appeared during the episode. I mean, she can only tell stories in my memory. I made it because it's my daughter's artifact. "

Rayakels made (...) many daughters in various mediums, including this shadow.

Some of the artifacts incorporate my daughter's white bones, and there were times when I tried to give my daughter personality to a doll made of carved wood.

But all of them did not satisfy Rayakels.

Rayakels realizes that he is not his daughter himself, but mass-produces a presence similar to his daughter's, and eventually begins to look for a place in the soul of his daughter who left the world.

"Where does the soul that leaves the flesh go? If we can catch it, can we revive the dead? When creating the shadow of the dead, the use of bones and artifacts of the dead themselves in the medium often works. This must have something to do with having a soul.

Magic is not used with the perfect understanding of how it works by the operator himself. He even communicates his wishes to the incomprehensible and mighty beings who manipulate nature to gain effect. The operator doesn't even know what force the wish is acting on. "

In the last line of the inscription, Rayakels' life-threatening doubts were engraved in thin, fading letters.

"I wonder what the hell I could have done to people who have left the world - can I make up for it from now on"

The only reason Dust wanted to study the infamous Rayakels sorcery and such was because Rayakels' mood engraved on the inscription was just like his own as if it were a mirror.

I want my lost life, my soul back. I want to make no mistakes that I made when they died.

To the people to love, what should have been done...... what should have been given and said.

I want to hit them once now with an 'answer' that fills my chest. I want to make up for it.

that Rayakels himself was involved in the execution of the poisonous rain and took on a single rod that would cause the close people to die.

that Dust did not take his feet to the end to a village afflicted by famine.

I regretted it enough to spit blood, and even a little, I wanted to get stuck.

"- From the Magic Administration, a snitch came. You're secretly making copies of your magic materials."

It was not until a year after the famine converged that King Lugassa had a second conversation with Dust.

Coffin had already returned from a hell full of mud and rot to a skinny meadow country covered in cloudy weather.

The royal castle, which turned the solace festival of the dead into tomorrow, is quiet. Lugassa was sitting deep in her bench in its quiet (top) staring at the dust that dyed her hair white.

"It's dust. You see, the footsteps of ruin are closing in."

"... Yes"

"I've missed what you do. No, you can tell me you cooperated and hid it. You are as good a wise man as ever, and you have contributed greatly to the reconstruction of the country. The popularity of the people is not enough to line up with me. It was worth protecting."

In Lugassa's right hand is held a heavy, thick iron sword.

sheathed. So I scratch the floor, stick and poke, and Lugassa closes her eyes and says low.

"But it's no longer the limit. While the hero dust captures the hearts of the people, those within the royal castle no longer even hide the gaze of skepticism (kagi) in your suspicious actions and transformations. Sooner or later, someone will reveal what you're doing."

"A little more... what is it?"

To Dust's words staring at the floor, Lugassa kept her eyes closed, "What?" Ask.

"What's almost there? Dust, what the hell are you doing?"

"Can I talk to you for a moment now?"

To Rugassa, who was silent, Dust stared at his fingertips for a while, and then told him his secret.

Lugassa's reaction was unexpected.

Closed eyes never opened when asked about Rayakels the Demon King or his inscriptions, and he did not make it slight, no matter how much Dust regretted or disgraced his' correctness'.

Dust was ready to be slashed and dumped by Lugassa, he said.

"My principle of action was that the motives that appeared before you, the king, were all out of disgust and revenge for my father. It was my wish to emerge in front of my father to remind him of my mother's presence every time and to grow into an obstacle to him. Otherwise, it really didn't matter."

……

"But... I mother the exact same way my father has done it. I was born alone in the king's capital, and my mother did not return when my homeland was the hardest. If you didn't come to my mother until you died, it would be the same if you abandoned her."

"What would have happened if you had lost your personal feelings and gone home?

Lugassa slowly opened her eyelids and stared at the dust.

"The number of doomed villages had doubled. The famine has prolonged, and the village you are in may have survived... but more dead people would have flooded the meadows."

"I am blamed by all the people, and the village may have worn the stigma. But, Your Majesty... still, I shouldn't have abandoned my mother, the villagers. A man named Dust should never have done that."

"Are you fascinated by the inscription of the Demon King?"

Lugassa sighed deeply and slapped herself on the shoulder with a sword she held.

"He's a horrible man. What is Rayakels? Even now that brave men have spoken to me and become evil legends... one word I have left behind drives man so mad"

"Your Majesty, you can abandon me. But at least give me a half-month respite… in half a month, I might be able to complete the magic of Rayakels"

"Done?"

To Lugassa, who instantly kills in the eye, Dust speaks with his right finger between each other, only slashing this place if he slashes it.

"The magic of Rayakerus failed because, in other words, it was carried out against a corpse, not against the soul of the dead. Instead of adhering (peppering) to the corpse left behind by the dead, cast a spell from the beginning towards the personality, soul of the dead… resurrection of the dead is never possible as long as the form for it is put in place.

Based on that idea, I am improving the magic of Rayakels. "

"Are you saying you will bring your soul back? That's..."

"Kishiki, I'm seeing it. I have yet to succeed, but my magic is about to capture the spirit-like things of the dead (...). Combine this with the 'Ring of Rayakels' which amplifies the effects of magic, and I'm sure any day..."

Lugassa suddenly rose from her bench and looked down at the dust.

Poke the sword you gripped straight into the dust.

Dust narrowed his eyes, dropping his gaze on the floor again, breathing.

"... I guess. Again, is it unacceptable"

"Naturally. How dare you say before me to succeed the will of the Demon King and complete the sorcery of blasphemy against the dead.

Dust, tell me where your altar is now. I will do the soldier and erase the demon king's traces from the world. "

"I don't like it."

The iron sword crushed the shoulder of the short rejecting dust in an instant. Rage the dust kneeling from the bench to the floor in a shape that looks like Lugassa will throw up a fire.

"Don't you see how much I care about you!! Not because you have wisdom, not because you are the son of a benefactor of life, because you have been a warrior for years, I don't want to corrupt you on the path of evil!!

"... The Way of Evil...?

"Don't let the Devil King's paranoia get you away with it! No matter how sad or painful, man must survive the death of his beloved, destined to be!

You must not mourn death! Turn down such a solution and no one's heart will be saved!!

Behind Lugassa, who exhaled roughly, the door opened with an accidental lift of your finger.

Before Lugassa, looking back with a sober look, she opened the door and peered into the room, the figure of the princess Lucina.

She asks the aristocrat of the educator and Gallol, a warrior who recently promoted (just) to his own direct reports, with a disturbing voice behind her back.

"Father, what is it? I can't believe you yelled dust so loud..."

"Lucina, I'm in the middle of something important. Go back to your room."

"... with Master Lucina..."

Dust's voice turned the floor like a snake.

"A moving queen is better than a dead queen."

There was a long time before Lugassa pointed her pale face at the dust.

Pushing over the pompous Lucina, her educator nobleman jumps into the room. pointing to the dust, the nobility shouted in a voice that echoed throughout the royal castle.

"What a disloyalty to throw up words insulting the late queen and hence Lucina! Lord Dust, no matter how you are, this is not all to be forgiven!

"Oh, Baron. Then I shut up with His Majesty and took the material out of the Magic Administration and made a copy. The law on the administration of witchcraft is tough... and the death penalty is unavoidable"

Lugassa raised her beastly voice, thrust the aristocracy, and kicked the dust.

Horseback riding the dust falling on the floor, grabbing up the chest barn, Lugassa approaches the dust with her angry, bright red face.

"This... fool! So in front of my daughter and the minister... what do you mean...!

"Your Majesty, if you can't let me use the magic of Rayakels... at least make my place public. Don't cover it up, everything. And the village of my hometown... reveal everything to the people. I was a great sinner, betraying the royal family instead of heroes."

"When it comes to making amends for your hometown!? You're telling me that the people despise you and will never forget the misery of famine!

"I was no longer going to live called by the people to be heroes and such. If there is no resurrection of the dead, there is no choice… engraving the annihilation of the homeland into the hearts of the people in exchange for this self. Make the whole nation aware of the deaths of people I have abandoned.

The last redemption I can make is to never let you forget that there were villages that the country sacrificed to survive. "

Rugassa took her hand off the dust so she could tap it.

"............... I was insulted by the late queen in front of my daughter. If I don't punish you on top of that, I'll scratch the king's prestige. I refused to leave myself... my destiny has been decided, Dust!

"Your Majesty, no mercy is necessary. As a very common sinner, execute him. Otherwise, the Demon King's name will leave dirt on the royal family."

Lugassa once again said in such a voice as to make the air wave, "You fool!," he yelled, throwing an iron sword at the wall.