Hitsugi no Maou

"... What is Dust doing... As it is, Master Lucina..."

"Gallo, what are you going to do? Are you willing to let Master Lucina press the baking mark like this!?

In the enthusiasm of the snobbers, the royal ministers, kneeling slightly off the stone steps, exchange their lurking voices.

Gallol said groaning, staring at Lucina with her bloody eyes as she went up on the stage.

"I've just rescued Master Lucina with all the Coffins, and that can't be happier. Our lord is offering himself to give time to the Devil King Dust for us."

"What the hell is Dust trying to do? What did you guys do to help!?

"... that's what he said when he tried to defeat God"

Galore turns her gaze to Nagi and Keurenes.

Nagi nodded and opened his mouth to the other ministers.

"As the Demon King, when you challenge God alone. And when they saw a chance, they told us to stand up at their discretion."

"My brother has long been a man who doesn't strike pointless measures. If you gave us instructions, you would have thought of doing something about God."

"I don't care what you say we do," one of the ministers wanders over to Keurenez's words and sees Lucina on the stage.

"Whether to defeat God or rescue Lucina, there is no more time... If the princess presses the burn mark, the hearts of the people of Coffin will be broken, and then they may never rise again..."

"Believe me, are you a man who deserves to wait? What's the dust now!?

"What prevents Coffin from stripping Snowba of his fangs? Because of the presence of an immortal God!? Do you have one plan to attack God against us!

Nagi yelled, still trembling his throat as he was wiped out by his surrounding voice.

Some of the adventurers who were pointing a blade at them turn their gaze back from the altar they were looking up at and look at the nagi.

"... believe me, we'll have to wait...!

In the words of the nagi, the ministers turned their gaze to the master's back with their respective expressions.

A stormy voice and a vortex of heat. When he went up to the altar, Salida, who followed him from behind, stepped out in front of Lucina and thanked Yuk and Mariella.

Then the brave Makito and Leo Sandra come up on the stage and stand next to Salida, overtaking Lucina in the same way.

As Yuk sits in his chair, he nods slowly, and Salida and the others form into their respective positions to surround the brightly reddish steel pillars in faraway windings.

Yuk cheeks with his left arm, which he stood on his elbow, and stares at Lucina. Lucina took a deep breath, took off her shoes and walked to the iron pole with the baking mark.

Step on smooth stone with bare feet warmed by sunlight.

Mariella said in a slightly cloudy remaining voice, throwing away the cotton that was in her mouth into the flames that heat the steel columns.

"Did you take off your shoes so that your feet wouldn't escape from fear on their own? That it's a knife."

……

"If you're scared, you can cry and beg for forgiveness. Lick our legs and forgive us. If we cry in front of the people, we end up with the same effect. The people will be disappointed in you and disappointed in the country"

When Lucina stopped in the enclosure of Yuk and the others, she stared at the burning mark that pushed her body.

From the iron pole where the flames tease, a long popped iron stick. Ahead, the crest of an ugly pig is turning bright red and staring at Lucina.

From a large crowd of people around me, something flew in and fell to Lucina's feet.

When I drop my gaze, the potatoes full of rotten insects are crushed.

It's pig feed. Let them eat.

Such a voice and mockery were unleashed on Lucina.

Mariela, Salida, Makito and Leo Sandra were both laughing, but only Yuk stares straight at Lucina and whispers low.

The Demon King won't show up.

"I don't know..."

"If I hear your screaming, will you do it? If your ass stinks of burning, do you want to show up? Or will you stay hidden in the clouds until you're collared and the Coffins are desperate?

... Was there anything more irrational than the Demon King fighting for people in the first place "

Yuk pointed to the baking mark. The voices of the spectators shake the air loudly.

"Do it. Accept the humiliation and call the Demon King with your utmost voice"

Lucina twisted her neck and saw her ministers and the people of Coffin lining her face as if she had been crushed.

People you have to protect and guide. We should have called them something, but we would not have received Lucina's words or anything in this violent storm of cheer and curse.

I looked up into the sky and closed my eyes. Repeat your breathing several times, slightly reduce the high pitch of your heart, then… open your eyelids softly and you will put your hands on the chest of the dress.

It was easy, it made a lot of noise, and the dress ripped.

The area where the heart of the chest is buried is revealed and the skin is exposed to heat.

Coffin. Signs that the people are breathtaking. The voices of the snobbers get louder and louder.

To Lucina as she approached the baking mark, Salida said, "Hey!" He raised his voice.

"I promise to turn my skirt and shove it up my ass! You can't laugh with your chest! I mean, if you suck, you're gonna burn your heart and die! Hey!"

"Are you worried about me?

"Huh!? Why are you...!

"Behold, my people."

When Salida turned her eyes, the people of Coffin were pulling their mouths together and staring at the princess with a stronger gaze than earlier.

Even with the color of despair, there is no expression of disappointment. Everyone is standing on the ground in the best position and clenching their fists.

Lucina says, staring at the baking mark, to the flashing Salida.

"It doesn't turn into yield. It's no different than pressing a livestock burn mark. But still... you can't just show the people Zama with her ass up high and crying"

"Become..."

"Until the end, we're going to die. When you die, fall before you do. One posture… but this is what I leave to the people, will"

Gallol, perhaps no longer able to see, was screaming in a bloody voice at Lucina's name.

The voice overlaps with another word behind Lucina's ears.

"Fight," "Fight," "Fight," - once heard in the arena, the will of the hero Magdael.

Lucina told Yuk and the others staring at herself as she inhaled the hot air that a brightly burnt iron rod would make her stand up.

"Coffin can't lose. Even if you are captured by a hundred-year-old slave... one day..."

"Oh... I guess so."

I felt uncomfortable with Yuk's voice full of joy.

From Lucina's ears, which were staring at the burning mark that symbolized death, itself, the vortex of cheer and mockery that was so wild goes away.

... people's voices, vanish. In a space where only the burning sound of the flames was left behind, Lucina slightly took her eyes off the burning mark, which was about to touch her skin, and turned towards the entrance to the square.

"I bet... you irrational... about this, flying, coming into the fire..."

Yuk pointed at the broken hedge as he shook his throat low and laughed.

Who stands on the path opened by the people who swallow their voices. A man with a jacket and a snobber flag.

And his murderous, and his hateful, and his malicious eyes poured out onto the stage.

"I've been waiting for you, Demon King"

The moment Yuk's voice sounded, Demon King Dust pulled his hands out of his jacket pockets and raised a beastly roar.