Hitsugi no Maou

Mimizuk's shadow descends through the altar hole. Grab Yamori's shadow on your nails and descend in the light with a horrible silhouette as if it were the use of a reaper.

Eventually, on the bottom, Mimizuk and Yamori stepped down by the dust falling in the sand.

Ash watching him shake the body of the dust that was moving his eyes tightly.

"Dust, we're here. Dust."

".................. ahh"

Bing, and both feet of dust lift up from the sand and strut.

Mimizuku and Yamori move out without sound next to the yawning screaming fine voices dust.

Mimizuk went up the pillar of light again as he circled his neck, and Yamori dived into the sand. Dust's magic reign is broken.

"Ah... my legs are on...!

"Already! Look, stretch slowly. Deep breaths. Deep breaths."

"Was it still unscrupulous to manipulate two or more bodies at the same time... my head gangs..."

"I don't know how many times I thought I'd wake you on the way. My hands and feet are frightening, Kaylene, sometimes my left and right eyes were looking at each other, and the conversation I'm talking about is a mess."

Dust lifts his chest up and down and breathes repeatedly as he hands on the shine of light bouncing back into the jewel's mirror.

Slowly he glanced up at his legs and looked up at Ash's face with his back position.

"I was sending separate demons to the capital of Snoba and the royal castle of Coffin. I was transferring my left and right visual hearing to Mimizuku and Yamori separately, so my senses hung up already."

"The magic of experiencing what the other person sees and hears through the eyes and ears of the other person, right? Sounds convenient. It's gonna be tough."

"Originally, sensation is the art of sharing your abilities as an organism with others. Visual hearing, olfactory touch, every other sensation… magic developed under the hypothesis that you can transplant life by giving the dead proof that you are indeed alive."

"... the art of giving your own life... you must have tried Rayakels too"

The dust grabs Ash's arm and slowly wakes him up.

Ash, holding his hand over Dust's shoulder to help with it, glanced slightly behind the cave.

The relics of Rayakerus are flattened against columns of light that descend from the altar, reaching out to the long bone that sometimes grows like a humpback to the body.

It was as if that modus operandi, which enjoyed the warmth of the yang, was equipped with the power to feel the temperature in the hands of the bones yet.

"Rayakels tried everything he could think of. I tried to get my hands on the regeneration, transplantation and end of my life to creation. That collection is the relic."

"... Speaking of"

Ash, who said pompous, sees the dust quietly. "Hmm?" Ash asked reluctantly as the dust tilted his neck as he slammed the sand off his coat.

"The dust... brought the famine-damaged folks into their coffins here."

"Yes, I am."

"But now you don't... the coffin. Not one.... Where did you do it?

"I buried it. In the soil of my hometown."

To the dust of lightly answering, Ash blinked her eyes and smiled pointlessly, "Oh, yeah," she said. I wondered if it had turned into something different, just like the artifact.

But the dust continues without even a dust as he lays his eyes on such an ash.

"My research was aimed at regenerating the soul, not the corpse, so the corpse was only a material for developing magic.

Until the king banished me... not so much until my father died in my place and I realized my ego and abandoned the resurrection of the people of my hometown, the corpses were all over my magic lab. "

"Ji, the experimental bench?

"To find out where the souls of the dead were, I was conveniently making and trying the art of taking souls out of white bones and letting the souls floating there dwell on corpses. Of course it was almost unsuccessful.

Some of the bodies were attached to something I don't know about in the accident. I ended up turning it all into bone powder and returning it to where it was supposed to be buried. So the coffin that put the body in, it's not here anymore. "

I did something really bad. So to the sighing dust, Ash narrows her eyes with her hands on her lips.

... hardly (...) succeeded. And that means...

"Speaking of dust, you said to the king, 'My magic is about to capture the soul-like things of the dead'. So, you were trying to summon your mother's soul the moment you were executed.

Hit it, find a way to meet someone who's really dead... "

"I end up hitting the same wall as Rayakels"

Dust accidentally held Ash's shoulder and looked over at him.

Like a whisper, Dust frowns at his roots and says with his fingers up.

"I developed my trendy magic and did succeed in calling out what looked like the soul of the dead. It was like a blue and white shadow, dressed the same way as the dead in his lifetime. It's like a ghost that many people in the world dream of."

"What, really!?

"But I realized later that there was no evidence anywhere that it was indeed the soul of the dead." Show yourself, soul of the dead "or something, but I don't even know if my soul exists in the first place.

A soul, in my opinion, is the memory and personality of a dead person, the contents of the person himself who lived. You can say mind. But the mind does exist, but it is invisible. You can't tell where in the flesh, which organs hit your mind. "

A dust-savvy, incomprehensible lecture began with Ash's head.

The dust narrows his eyes "that is," as he pushes Ash's nose with his finger, which openly looks troubled.

"Me, your mind, your consciousness do exist, but you can't objectively prove it exists. The invisible, untouchable mind, consciousness, life, soul, are the core of our existence and everything."

"... well, you certainly can't touch or cling to my heart"

"That is why the whereabouts of the soul after the death of the flesh are debated. Because the carcass of the soul is invisible. I mean, I don't understand the soul correctly. I just somehow think of it as something that exists apart from the flesh, something like Akaya, something like a ghost.

Then maybe my magic really summoned the soul of the dead, or messed with the addition or subtraction of light or something to recreate what I imagine to be 'soul-like'... I mean, maybe you just created an illusion "

Ash groaned in arms that magic was fundamentally rational and not likable.

I mean, souls. It's possible that the spell of showing up is ordering Dust to 'represent what I think souls look like' to something that appeals to a person's sight. Is that so?

It does resemble how Rayakels worried about the corpse he revived, whether it was the dead himself or a puppet embodying his aspirations.

Even with the results he wanted, Ash had a deep sigh of nature at the appearance of the demon kings who were troubled by the identity of the results.

The resurrection of the dead does not tolerate a single piece of deception. Evidence is essential, that it is the lost dead themselves who have risen. Otherwise, it makes no sense.

Dust let go of Ash's shoulder and slowly rose, "Well," he said, looking behind the cave.

"This story will be enough. Let's eat and get some sleep."

"What, sleeping... sure enough, tomorrow was the deadline for God's caller's throat to heal."

The cave had brought in almost all the food that Ash's resistance was also more or less at home, as well as furniture, beginning with a bed of grass.

Dust glances back at Ash, tilting his neck slightly to say.

"I planted everything I could. The princesses will do the rest...... I told them to put two Coffin flags on the roof of the castle when there was an emergency. Rest is a battle."

Ash takes the hand of the dust to be offered and stands up.

Then I stared at Dust's face, grinned hard, and asked.

"As of now, there's nothing I can do... right?"

"No, I do. When I go out, trust me and wait. That's all I can be strong about."