Hitsugi no Maou

From the courtyard enter the castle and walk down the stone corridor.

Now that the Red Snake has been unable to move freely the soldiers who lived in it, it is some of the soldiers who were originally ordained to guard the castle and the adventurers whom Leo Sandra called.

Soldiers standing like figurines in the corner of the hallway and adventurers sitting in the middle of the road playing dice.

Sante walked in the messy castle and went upstairs.

The Euks should be with the strongest adventurers in the Throne Room. There are more than twenty adventurers in the air garden that demon kings have raided, stabbing swords and spears like fences on the ground to prepare intruders.

... Without the sky sun, without the immortal God, even Coffin's residual force could have dropped this castle.

Sante went outside looking for an unpopular balcony, biting his back teeth.

There are adventurers in the hallway behind you, but if you close the glass door, you can barely hear them.

"............... Demon King, are you there?

As I look around, I ask him small.

But on the outer walls of the castle there is no shadow of a mite, no sign of any other creature.

Sante, who waited awhile for a reply before sighing, put both hives on the balcony railing.

- Right next to you, I can see God's back lying on the ground.

A raw and white immortal giant. The red snakes hated the sun, or they were pulling inside the giant without one left.

When I first saw it, I felt terrified, but now that I'm used to seeing it, it's pathetic.

What the hell does this monster exist for, living a long time as the legacy of the mightiest brave man?

Defeating the Demon King Rayakels, a being created just for that.

Then the existential significance of the immortal giant has vanished a long time ago.

Even if it is used as a symbol to create the myth of the power of nascent snobbers, as Euk put it... there can be no such thing as satisfaction as an organism for its significance.

Keep being used by people forever. The existence of 'immortality', which cannot die or decay.

That's just, even, pathetic.

Sante pointed his finger at God's back and tried to move the line so that it could be done. Under a lean back that slowly rises and falls, the shape of the red snake spills and groans.

At that time, Sante's back hair wobbled unexpectedly. The wind, the glass behind it, opened.

Twisting his neck, he meets Mariella, who has peered into his face from behind. Mariella, stuffed with cotton stained with medicine in her mouth, was staring at Sante with her congested eyes.

"... what?

Mariella moves her mouth so far away that her nose and nose touch each other.

I just have a lot of throat ringing and the words don't come out.

When she put her finger around Sante's neck, which raised her eyebrows, Mariella began with her skin.

When he finds out he's writing letters with his fingers, Sante narrows his eyes and focuses his attention on his neck.

Vlagittara

Quiet, exhale slowly to avoid focusing on the neck muscles.

Puppet Nishitheyal

... doll... the red snake took over my body, I think of the soldiers.

Mariela has put her fingers down from Sante's neck to her chest and hands inside her jacket.

For some reason, the image of being grabbed out of the heart comes to mind and pushes Mariella's chin with a twist.

Mariella gently twisted Sante's breasts with her fingers, and when she left without a dust, she went straight back across the glass door.

A door that closes hard against all cracks.

Sante, who had been silently staring beyond it for a while, grunts and nags at his throat.

"Why don't you reconsider?"

"... born with a stubborn personality"

I naturally got a reply from my mouth to the shadow that was standing at some point down on the railing.

"Until the end, we shall see. I don't have a choice to run away."

"... I've cracked the inscription."

Grab a fist and listen to your opponent without looking back. There are people walking in the hallway across the glass.

"Thanks to the royal ministers of Coffin who were moving ahead, it was done quickly. I found some useful information."

"Was it written how to defeat God, the immortal giant?

"First of all, as a matter of fact, God has been moving without being defeated by anyone since he was created by Hilnor. It says in the inscription that Hilnor himself came up with, but failed to complete, the way God killed him."

"What way?

"It's a way of driving all the red snakes out of God's body and killing each host after parasitizing them into another creature. If you weren't even among the ancient giants, you thought the threat would be mitigated, too. But this method fails.

Hilnor, who had already used a number of powerful grand sorceries, did not have enough energy, strength, to fully control the hundreds of snakes that lived in separate hosts. He was about to be killed by a snake who quickly lost control, and interrupted his sorcery in a hurry '

Even if we try that method again, only Mariela, God's current owner, can do it. There is no way she can help Sante and the others.

"The rest was described as a proposed murder using other heritage, but this is also unrealistic. However, rather than beneficial sorcery techniques at the end of the inscription…, the idea was described. It can be hope '

It sounds like it's not enough for a decision.

'It's probably impossible to kill them completely. But if we must defeat God, it will undoubtedly be our strength.

... A copy of the inscription you gave me was certainly helpful during the showdown. Feeling a little easier? "

Sante laughed with her little nose and shook her head. Mimizuk's shadow sounds low.

'Neither I, Princess Lucina, nor Yuk are going to prolong the fight. The end of this battle will be decided in a few days... if you feel any sign of a showdown, go to the royal castle of Coffin. Princess Lucina accepts.'

"By Yuk, aim for the gap. It's the only job I can do."

"You think death reduces sin."

Sante turns off his grin and stares into the void.

Mimizuk's shadow showed signs of wings.

"We are future heists, sinners. It's just a little bit more physical, and it's only when we win more disasters than ourselves."

No one will be happy to die.

To the demon king who said so, Santé did not return the words or the nod.