Hitsugi no Maou

The capital of Snoba, where the stone pours down.

A pale line of light was dazzling in the outer perimeter of the castle as God, wrapped around his joints by a red snake and sprinkled his hands and feet, rocked the earth.

Blue and white, the weak light rises from the ground to surround God and the castle, but its height is only about the height of the child at best.

In a world filled with sunlight, it is a product of sorcery that rips sunlight apart and still exists as light.

There were those who ran through the capital, where the settlers fled, so as to follow such a line of light.

They go around the castle at the risk of being crushed by rubble. They were infiltrated with the life of the Royal Coffin, the snitches.

The snitches dressed as adventurers exchange words in their hands with cylindrical plates of metal as they follow the lines of light with their eyes.

"What's going on with the mission?!? How far is it done now!?

"I did one in the shade to the south of the castle, two in the dob to the east, two in the alley to the west, and a trick as ordered by the Demon King! The rest is the back of a whorehouse on the north side... but the guy who was working on it isn't coming home!

"This is where the Demon King began by observing the capital from the sky and calculating the distance and angle! It was a story that if we set up in the six designated places, there would be anomalies in God! I don't know why!

"Whoa!

One of the snitches who was running pointed to the corner of the broken wall.

Snobber soldiers are cruising flat down the corridor in a castle that is soon destroyed and crumbling by God.

The soldiers guarding the castle in footsteps that do not make them feel in any way critical are blown away by the raging shock of God, like ants spilling out of a dug nest, thrown one after the other out of empty holes and windows in the castle wall.

"This is crazy..."

"I see it! Whorehouse!... Weird, no one!

When they reached the last working point, the scouts looked around and called the names of their invisible companions.

The line of light surrounding the castle runs on the ground far beyond the whorehouse.

I struck my tongue as I prevented one of the detectives from coming down the stone me with my arm.

"The line of light is stretching from the trick we even broke... the trick is connected to each other by light. That's why we have to go through here."

"You mean the workmanship was incomplete!? Then what happens to God!

"We'll do something about it! We're gonna make the last trick now! Hurry up!"

The detectives begin to pierce the ground with a cylindrical sheet of metal in their hands.

One of them took out the dirty parchment and threw it out onto the ground in front of him, screaming at his rocking feet and pouring stones.

"Here's the finished diagram the Demon King gave me! Look closely and make it! Don't just get in the wrong shape if you get a little snoring!

"Hey, I'm carving what circle!?

On the ground where the cylindrical plate is pierced and pulled out, a complete true circle remains.

The scouts were trying to carve the true circles into the ground one after the other and connect them, creating a single shape.

On the parchment of the Demon King, a circle overlapping as if it were a chain, intertwined with another chain as he drew a spiral, a single stream, creating an even greater circle.

A circle made of circles. Draw a line in the center and the shape will be completely symmetrical from left to right…

Below the shapes, in modern coffin letters, were marked 'The Ring of Rayakels'.

Furthermore, 'the more circles, the stronger the reason of the rings, the more they represent the circles' … 'they form a circle with rings carved into the ground, surrounding God'.

"Connect the positions of the tricks. If the lines don't hold, it means God is crazy... it's like sanctuary, junction"

"Almost there! Hurry up, or you'll die...!

"Is that enough hope to risk your life?

The scouts, who were on their way to the ground, were suddenly kicked in by a blade thrust in front of them.

The rings of Rayakels at completion are chopped and crumbled when the tip of the sword is crumbed.

Smugglers off the spot with their buttcakes on, or crawling, peeled their eyes at the knight holding the sword and his neighbor, a fellow spy who was supposed to make a trick for this occasion.

"Heh heh heh... Ryde Halbatos...! You went to this capital!

"Damn, you traitors! How dare you stand in my way!

To the sword-wielding Harbatos, former Knights Deputy Chief, the scouts stood up in advance and laid up their respective weapons.

They were dressed as adventurers, all with swords long enough. But Harbatos was not particularly nervous, and he glanced at the scouts with cold eyes.

"At the mercy of the same Coffins, only life will save you. Run back to Princess Lucina."

"Don't be ridiculous! I'm gonna judge you on the head just like the Senate Speaker's father!

"... the strength of the Knights Vice Commander's sword, not that I don't know. Those who oppose me with a one-to-many slash are not even counted in the current coffin."

Harbatos suddenly yelled in a reprimanding (snuggling) tone at the tight and backward snitches.

"I won't let God touch me any more! Give up and go home! Don't die for nothing!!

"Become... what!! On traitor scum minute!!

"Get lost!!

The sword of Harbatos, shaken with great momentum, tore the stone that danced in the air into two pieces.

As soon as the snitches under barometric pressure tried to still set up their weapons and go towards them, a huge piece of debris flew in and hit the whorehouse directly.

Stone and roof that collapses and scatters. The ground that should carve the rings of Rayakels was filled with them instantly.

Falling over, the blown snitches open their mouths pompously.

Harbatos returned his sword and quietly put the blade in his sheath.

"You have no more reason to fight."

"... ha... halbatos... you know what you did...? You might have just crushed your only chance to defeat God..."

"I just go the way I believed. … the outcome determines whether it is correct or not"

Halbatos pointed across the sky as he flickered his torn cloak.

If the scouts look back, from the direction of the king's capital of Coffin, a number of columns of blue and white light are rising toward heaven.

"I hear the trick was made into both capitals. Well, if it's our capital, it's easier to set it up."

"... go to hell, Halbatos!

One of the secret detectives yells and runs away to the king's capital with his companions.

Staring at their backs, Harbatos turned quietly to the other traitor who stood next to them.

"Come crush the other tricks. Maybe it doesn't make any sense now."

"What about you?

"I'm looking at God here"

Harbatos, who looked up at the shattering castle, continued with a small laugh.

"If I'm right, I should be able to see that one take control of Coffin again and save him. Even if I die crushed by rubble, it's... I don't regret it"