Hitsugi no Maou

Dawn. Mimizuk's shadow flies through the night sky stained with the same color as in the deep ocean.

In the king's capital of Coffin stands the flag of Snoba, and the blades of the adventurers reflex the light of the bonfire, glittering like a needle sewing the earth.

Mimizuk shakes the eyes of the firepowder like it is sucked into the blue and black sky, and as he looks down the whole way at the King's capital, he flies away towards the meadow without sound.

Sliding through the scattered world of death, he drew the wind with his black body, and eventually descended to the stone altar, diving straight into the hole leading to the underground.

The time when the sun is not out. In front of the reflecting mirror of the gemstone, the fire burned him, and the lights of the flickering flames lift up the cave.

Mimizuk heads straight to the back without going down to the sandy ground.

Eventually, when he reached the space where the stone tablets and relics were located, he stepped down, by the dust lying on the bed of grass.

The right eye of Mimizuk's firepowder glowed, and the right eye of the dust shivered with tingling.

A slowly closing, eye-opening dust gently rubbed the mite's orbit with his fingers.

Without heat, the eyes of the worldly firepowder blink, and Mimizuk wings off to the ceiling.

Dust woke himself up and turned to the stone tablet. Ash, who slept on the other side of the stone tablet in awe of the artifact on the wall, opens his eyes at some point and looks at this one.

Dust opened her mouth as she raised her hair to send her gaze as she lay on a bed of grass, whether she felt signs of mites or had originally fallen asleep.

"The king's capital of Coffin is occupied by the Snobbers. The same goes for Royal Castle."

"Are you going?

"Oh. Depending on the situation on the ground... we'll have to prepare for a showdown"

Ash wakes herself up and comes over to the dust. "What are the odds? Ask her," Dust answers with his eyes closed.

"Only the generals can kill it. But if we destroy God, Coffin will not be saved... we have some measures in place. All we have to do is bump everything."

"Are you taking the artifact?

"No, we don't need artifacts. Even if I let you fight God, you won't win. I'll leave it with your escort."

There were slight signs of Ash disturbing his breathing.

Dust opens his eyes and says in a strong tone to Ash, who is biting his lips.

"To protect you, don't think I broke the battle for the showdown, etc. I didn't intend to rely on artifacts from the beginning. You can't beat God with strength versus strength."

"Am I interrupting?

"Oh, I'm in the way. It just hurts me senseless to follow you. At a time when nothing could be done to the three adventurers, I know you're not equipped with the talent to kill each other."

"............... I know that it's better to stay quiet here, dust is free to fight. But... just wait and think if you hadn't come back..."

"I promised to destroy my enemies and protect you too"

"I'm telling you it's gonna be in exchange for your life."

Ash stared into Dust's eyes, then hugged him to Dust's thin body, as he had decided to.

Ash's hair smells like dirt and grass. With a voice she breathed small and about to disappear, she whispered.

"I wish I was a magician, not an adventurer. Then I fought with you, and you risked your life with me."

"... it's not for you. The deep realm of business like this."

"Will it arrive if I pray?

Ash's lips touch his ears.

"To God, if I pray for your safety to a kind being on the sky somewhere, will you hear my wish? I don't know any magic studies, no training, no spells. Can my prayers change the world at all?

……

"People pray to God, even without guarantees, right? In every country, when you want to resist a little something you can't do with your power... people pray hard. To change fate.

Maybe that's where the magic started. "

Ash's hands held Dust's head and grabbed his white hair.

"I love it. No matter how hurt or blurred, please come home. Pick me up.

Because I'm praying. Just for the dust, I'm praying. "

Dust, unable to hold her back or respond, just buried her face on its thin shoulder, only once, nodded.

It was a sinful life.

It was a life filled with hate and regret.

Think, how many times have you risked your life purely for people?

Moving soldiers in battle and dyeing their hands in witchcraft were fundamentally their own personal conveniences and emotions.

I want to hurt my father, redeem my mother, make myself easier.

That was the biggest motive if I stuck it in.

Dust now stands on the ground from the pit of the altar, beneath the morning sun. Nor does the body react to the sunlight that other coffins are saving their lives without normal life activities.

White skin didn't feel saggy or burnt, and I didn't sweat.

From among the grasses comes the shadows of the beasts. Dogs, deer, mites and yamoris. Rats and giant doo's, moving corpses.

Dust takes the snobber flag out of his jacket pocket and attaches it to his face as he casts a spell.

Doo's shadow lowered the skull where the blue flaming eyes dwelled and rang low.

Put your foot on that chin and jump on the skull.

As he inserted his left arm into his orbit and fixed his body, Dust stared in the direction of the King's Capital of Coffin.

If you order him to "go" low, Doo and the shadows of the other beasts immediately start running through the meadows.

No sound, but demons thrusting like wind. Its chief dust sees the world through the eyes of a wolf painted on a flag.

"Corpses... servants of the Demon King. We will be more disastrous than this. It will be a disaster, a nightmare for God who eats men and for those who kill nations"

The blue fire that lit countless skulls, boom, builds momentum.

Is that fire, which dwells naturally when moving corpses in witchcraft, a manifestation of the magical running (Honryu), or is it left in the corpse, in the soul?

An illusory flame that never burns anything flows into the air with a long tail drawn.

"We change people's times with force other than people. Put a cross spear in the battle that Coffin's regular army should fight. We are a group of outer roads. An alien army.

Be aware. Our name is... "

Burning flames swept the vortex and burst inside the skulls of the beasts.

Until then, a corpse that had only reproduced its lifetime would accelerate to a speed clearly greater than that of a coarse beast.

The flames dwelt not only in the orbit, but also on the top of the head, between the eyebrows, and in the mouth.

It's still a blue flaming horn, a flaming fang.

"We are the 'Demon King's Army' … slaughtering (hoffing) the brave and destroying God"

The demons roared to respond to Dust's voice, and the legions of calamities went straight to the land of the showdown.