Hitsugi no Maou

Sante, an executive of the Snoba Army, was originally a difficult man to get close to for the settlers.

He is nevertheless a useful actor in the overthrow of the old imperial government and one of Yuk's oldest companions.

To work such disrespect for Sante was to teeth to Euk, the de facto head of the current snob, an act that was no wonder of any severe punishment.

So until yesterday, there was no one else trying to get close to Sante defenseless except General, fellow executives and Adventurers Union General Leo Sandra.

"Hey, Empress."

Santé, who was walking in the courtyard of the castle, instantly carved a crackling crease between his eyebrows, staring at him who spoke.

The vast garden brings together skilled adventurers gathered by Leo Sandra, guarded and interested in matchmaking and liquor.

One of them, a woman with a sword on her hips with a thick curved (wonky) blade, was putting her arms together with a messy bite of something in front of Sante.

Seems like an adventurer, a woman of ours, not uncommon.

As she wraps a thin cloth around her whole body like a bandage and puts only a short hipster around her lower body, she proudly exposes herself to the brilliant body lines that rise.

The men will rejoice in the silhouette of their round breasts and feet, but even nasty in the eyes of the woman Sante.

Sante returned a low voice, staring at the redhead that reached his opponent's waist.

"What are you doing?"

"The Salida of the Snoba Sacred Swordsman. I saw you this morning."

"You don't remember. Saint Swordsman and others are in this castle and enough to throw it away. The title is the same as Citizen One. I didn't even know you were named on purpose. Here."

A woman named Salida cheered, slightly annoyed. At the next moment, when you move your chin to get momentum, you throw up what you were chewing towards Sante.

On the flat of Sante's hand, which he prevented with his left hand, a becca and a black thing adhered.

When I return my hand and check, the sawdust all over my saliva is squeaky and tense.

I don't think he was in Coffin, like Sasori. Did you take it all the way from the snob? Besides, the poison needle on the tail remains intact.

Salida approached Sante and let her tongue out.

"It's a cheap life," Sante snaps as he pays off the sasori on his black tongue, which is obviously discoloured because of the poison.

"Is it clear or are you going to give it a shot? It's a pointless adventure where you just get hurt."

"That's what it is, an adventurer. I'm not asking for meaning, I'm just a race who likes adventure.

... Hey Empress. You said General Yuk hated you. "

"What?"

"You'll see. You, the general's on guard. Did you do something?"

If you noticed, some of the adventurers around you surrounded the two. The others are also looking at this one, perceiving signs of strife.

Sante, who had just changed his complexion, yelled at him with his hands on the flesh-fucking sword.

"What are you guys going to do? Are you willing to challenge the snobber army executives, the snobber sanjie!!

"I'm challenging you, not Sanjie. The Parent-Killing Empress."

To Sante, who holds the sword pattern, remove the new sasori from the hemp bag where Salida was belted with a hipster.

It seemed to be pickled in honey, and the smell of puffy sweetness drifted around.

"I guess it feels good to be torn apart by the new government in addition to betraying your parents and destroying your country. Besides, the legacy of the brave...... even get the sword of the artifact and be strong. You have a good gut."

"... rub your head on the ground now and apologize. I'll do what I didn't ask."

"I didn't like it originally. I couldn't help but get annoyed that there was something like you over us.

But... if General Yuk is neglected, don't hesitate. "

Salida grinned at Sante as she pinched the tail of the sasori with her right hand and rocked it plainly.

Its left hand grabs the hips song sword. He seems to be left-handed.

"The general doesn't know what it is, but he's counting on us. I'm not counting on you for that. You don't mind if I take you out.

I'll carve your name for you. Cover your face and live forever. "

"You're gonna regret this."

To Sante, who erects a sheathed sword, Salida pulled out a song sword as she chewed the sasori into a thousand pieces.

"Don't take it personally! Wow, he's awesome. He's wielding artifacts and I'm so worried about him. Amateur! I know as much as that can slip through the sheath and wiggle!!

As the word goes, Salida, who moves assuming the flesh-flapping sword to be her undress, threw (lovely) a sasori needle as she stood the song sword.

On the head of Sante, who avoids twisting the needle that comes towards him, a song sword that cuts the wind is waved down to flow.

"Eat it! This is the real deal!!

The blade touches Sante's hair.

The moment Sante's body flipped to flow, tearing the blade apart and pulling out the flesh-fucking sword (...).

A great sword is pulled out using a spring on his hips, and his sheath flies backwards.

The flesh-cutting sword cut off Salida's nagging red hair.

"... well. Was your hair treated the same as' meat '?"

A crushing Sante grabbed Salida's neck as she tried to slip through her own stiffness as the offense gained momentum.

When he kicked Salida behind her knees, which gave her a voice, and made her kneel down, she lifted her flesh-flapping sword straight up from behind to both eyes of Salida.

"hey...... shh"

"If you don't pull it out, you're the one who took it personally. It's up to you to mistake me for being better when I'm trying to be strong."

"Wait......!

Just before the blade touched both eyes of Salida and was torn apart.

Suddenly a tremendous breaking noise sounded from over Sante's head, with fine glass fragments descending all around him.

Among the adventurers who jump out of the way, Sante grabs Salida and wears glass slightly over her hair.

Raising her gaze a few seconds later, Leo Sandra was on her face from the balcony.

When he points the mouth of a large wine bottle slammed against the wall at Salida, he raises his anger in the courtyard with his angry shapes.

"Fools!! How dare you behave to Lord Sante, General Yuk's katana! You're gonna smash my face!!

"... General...!

"Sante, put your swords away for those I will pay strict attention to later. Please keep it a secret from Yuk..."

Is it something you can keep noise in the castle courtyard and keep secret? Sante stared silently at Leo Sandra, eventually freeing Salida.

Kicking Salida's ass with both hands on the ground, he walks straight back and out.

Adventurers in a hurry to pave the way. A loser with his butt pointing at Sante, who picks up the flying sheath, showered his anger.

"Damn... remember! I'll definitely kill you! Watch your back!!

Sante left the courtyard without ever looking back at Salida, who said she lost without thinking about Leo Sandra's face or her position.

I don't care about the retribution of an understated saint swordsman or anything. The problem is that even to such people, I am known to be suspicious of Yuk.

Sante muddled the sweat on his forehead with his arms, feeling a moment and a time of imminent ruin.