Hitsugi no Maou

Particles of light pouring down the square went wild as snowstorms.

More sparkling swirls of power drive darkness out of the king's capital than the rays of the sun reigning in the blue sky.

Light that fills people's sights. Everyone except the dust closes their eyes tightly and gives in.

All the rings of Rayakels in the king's capital 'rang' with the sound of tearing up huge amounts of metal.

Unwittingly, signs of something appear on top of people nearly deprived of their sight and hearing by violent light and sound.

In the light, a huge shadow was born. The breath of the creature and the sound of dripping blood echoes in the square.

Moments, the light suddenly subsided.

Precisely the blue and white light that just burned my eyes disappeared, leaving only the sunlight.

The first person to open his eyes was Yuk. He sees the dust with the book up, then follows its gaze.

Where the Demon King stared...... Morg's neck was, there was a blue and white translucent, giant calf clawed leg.

"... bah..."

When Yuk raises his gaze, his eyes show an even bigger torso of dragons and wings. The translucent body was sinking slightly into the soil by its weight, whispering a lot of sunlight, creating a shadow on the ground.

It shows that the body of the dragon that emerged is not an illusion, an object that interferes with the real world.

A rotting dragon's neck on the top of his blue and white body brought a mist of blood from between his teeth, looking down at the eucs.

"Stupid! Morg's torso is being thrown out on the meadow! Then what about this transparent flesh...!? Or not a bluff made out of shadows......!

Lower your voice as the dust slumps at the youk that draws your face.

"The effects of witchcraft... Nature's logic, the rings of Rayakels that enhance the power to distort the Mori universe... I've never used that on such a scale before..."

"Rayakels......!?

"Recall the soul of the dead and give it life again... the effect of only one sorcery pursued by our Demon King... with the result that countless magical circles even tried to reproduce it to the extreme..."

Morg's wings were spreading with trembling air. Winds that roll, blood that dances like fog rain.

In front of the humans, Morg turns to the ground and waves his wings down.

"... perhaps..." The Entitlement of the Soul ""

Boom like an explosion. So much dirt, storm.

Dust and euc blown up and falling over. Some of the adventurers were slammed against walls and stone beds, and Mariela and Makito lay down at their feet without standing either.

Morg's body, flying up above, pierces the columns of magical circle light that subside in a quieter glow than at peak hours.

A roar that rocks the atmosphere. Mariella raised an angry cry as she lay down to the dragon flying toward the sun above her.

"He said it was a soul!? Magic can only be manipulated by what exists in this world! Recall and materialize the souls of those who have exhausted their lives, etc...!

"The so-called soul that encloses the will, emotions, and memories of the creature… the detailed location of it, supposedly always with the flesh, is unknown, as is the definitive proof of reality.

No one knows where life will go after death or where it appeared in the first place. "

Slowly I got my hands on the ground, and the dust that woke me up took a deep breath.

"What I know is the fact that something called life did exist in this world and it did exist again. There are miracle products in this world that no one in this world can create: flesh or mind.

Long ago, suppose someone created the first creature on this earth, created flesh, and put a soul or something similar there... "

The rising dust looked up at the sky and laughed small.

"The magic of the Demon King was polished to get closer to the place. A soul without living flesh prepares a muscle path for appearance in this world… no matter how distorted that muscle path may be, it is not an issue"

"... Defiler... Blasphemer is what you used to say...!

Laughing at the color of disgust contained in Mariella's voice, Dust looks up to heaven and closes his eyes.

A book with a ring of rayakels that had been removed had at some point lost its light and rolled to the ground.

The columns of light that surround the king's capital are also just lower and darker.

- The wind blew.

No one on the spot could recognize the moment when the world would change.

Where it emerged from in the blue sky, thick clouds poured in at an unusual speed, hiding the sun from sight.

Whenever the morgue above growls, the world darkens and is covered in gray white clouds.

... oh... good sky.

Flashing adventurers, stinking killers, Yuk and the others.

A crushed dust in the middle of them unknotted the flag that largely concealed their faces, bringing their gaze back to the ground.

The wind caused by Morg shakes his exposed face and gray hair.

I'm not giving you the coffin.

The eyes of the dust are sharpened like blades, staring at the children of the brave.

"My godson is a country with a name."

- Cheer.

He was too weak to call it that, a faint voice.

Clouds return to the sky, hiding a murderous sun, and winds are sent to the earth.

Staying in the nostalgic grey white sky is the shadow of a great guardian dragon who should be dead.

Residents roll out of their homes on cobblestones where the heat of the sun still lingers.

A man who throws away the narcotic cloth he was wearing and exposes himself to the wind. The woman who opens the water bag she was holding and urges Morg to rain.

To the old man who climbs on the roof and waves the flag, a boy who shouts his fist up into the sky with an unspoken voice.

Lucina burned the debilitating smile of the people flooded the streets into his eyes without a single trace, opening his mouth to the ministers around him.

"I, too, have no experience as a king, now I know clearly"

"... what is it?

To Gallo, who asked back, Lucina answers with her eyes closed, holding both fists.

"This people's smile is the first flower of hope to sprout on Coffin after the war. The scorching sun called by Snobba disappeared and came out to the surface for the first time.

If we can continue to grow this flower, Coffin will surely be resurrected "

……

"Conversely, if the morgue now dancing in the sky is dropped again... hope will never sprout on this land again. Now it is time to grow nothing, turn it into a land of despair"

He bit his back teeth a long time and Lucina opened her eyes.

Turning to the ministers, he said, "Hold your armor! shouted."

"Get your attitude in place before the meadow adventurers make their move! Secure the sword and doo sealed in the royal castle, with the cover of the Demon King Dust and the interception of external enemies in two hands! Galore, do you have a stone thrower?!?

"We've been destroyed by snobbers, but we can prepare bows and arrows! Or if you ask the Magic Administration for help, there may be an alternative!

"Do people immediately! Then the evacuation of the people! It's going to be a battle in the King's City, if it's possible, let them escape to the meadows! That's still safer!

"Dear Lucina! May I recruit volunteers from civilians!? Not enough manpower!

"... don't use the debilitated, check your will and health! Hey you!"

Lucina turned her voice to the shadow of Doo by her side.

Until then, a demon staring into the void twists his neck and sees Lucina.

"Why don't you go back to the dust? Or did they tell you to follow me?

To the questioning Lucina, the demon slowly turned his body and lowered the skull floating in the shadows to the ground rinse.

The trick is when a passenger-trained doo offers a saddle to a human being.

It is usually the first behavior to be shown by being drawn the reins, but the smart individual lowers his head himself by identifying the owner's appearance and outfit.

Apparently, he was really ordered to help Lucina. Honestly, I don't know how to ride it, so Lucina points to the nagi and tries to order him to "protect her".

"Dear Lucina! For yourself, not me..."

"If you act with those who cannot fight, we will all be protected. Oh, come on, let's go. He understands the language properly. Take him and join me in the evacuation of the people."

"Wow... why is there moisture around your nose...!?

"All right, go! We don't have time, we'll beat snobbers out of our country more than this!!

It's our last fight!

To Lucina, who told him so, the ministers simultaneously returned the voice of temper and ran out to all parts of the king's capital.