Hitsugi no Maou

Dust walks alone in the king's capital.

I felt nostalgia tightening my chest even more now as I was entering an unpopular street, even though I said it was in the middle of a war.

Cobblestones made of stone the exact same weight and size, even by the proud architects of Coffin. A prestigious array of buildings, even in peril.

King Lugassa is the capital that the historical king loved.

The crystal of history, which Lucina is supposed to inherit.

Dust's life is certainly built into it.

Behind my sight, I see a cemetery where I first met a young nagi. Where we stood at that time, there are now so many grave markers lined up that there is no place for our feet.

... Even if I'm wrong, I mustn't fall in that.

That is where the people of Coffin will sleep, loved by the king.

Dust breathes and continues to walk towards the edge of the king's capital.

The shadow of Yamori, who had made him lurk in his nostalgia for when he encountered the adventurer, made the sound of losing shape and returning to his white bones.

"... you're lazy... I'll be right back in the bones... the rest of you are still working..."

Shortly after the crush, the right eye of the dust, which was moving irrelevantly connected to the shadow eye of the rat, combined with the focus of the left eye.

A stopping dust looks up at the stone wall ahead. A small animal bone was seen falling from the top of the wall.

Silent dust.

Mixed with the sound of the wind shaking my hair, eventually footsteps approached me from behind.

"... I can't die yet. Too many unfulfilled promises."

The person behind her fingers up the back of the dust.

Dust's voice trembled with anger at the gaze felt in Guillotine's scars.

"Is my life running out? So you also lose your magic and say rat bones have collapsed? Because I'm about to become a complete corpse..."

Dust paid off his fingers trying to touch the scar without looking back.

"- You even say you're here to pick me up...!

Blue white, translucent shadow. The person Dust spent half his life with and kept hating.

There was something ghostly about my father, Keurenez Javier.

Dust clenched his fist as he pulled his face, knowing that his opponent was chewing.

"Out of the way......! Don't come out at this busy hour! Verification that it is authentic…"

"It's the Demon King's business. I can't help but wonder if there's even a bit of deception in front of the magic that I want."

Dust fisted himself in the forehead against someone who spoke the same voice as he did in his lifetime.

I treated the ghost of the Owl Knight as real in the square because I didn't even think I would water the morale of the growing Gallols.

But for Dust himself to believe in the resurrection of the dead, his magic is still unstable and there are too many parts unknown.

I mentioned the materialization of the soul, but it could actually be a completely different phenomenon.

The dust returns its heel and walks out again. To the person behind me as I walked, I flew low.

"Father... No, Sir Javier said he was going to hell. Then there is no need for him to show up here now. Sooner or later, I'm going to see him."

"I protected you from the guillotine blade."

To the dust, which shakes his head violently, the thing in Sir Javier's shape throws his voice flat on the spot.

"It was totally, totally, impulsive behavior. When I thought you were about to die, I couldn't stay or not.

My body moved naturally and took my place. I don't know why I did it, even though I'm dead. "

"Don't be ridiculous! Are there idiots who impulsively get guillotine?!

"You know my foolishness addition and subtraction. He's the big fool who dumped you and your mother and took the daughter of a young nobleman. I ended up unhappy with both houses."

"... your two sons, one of them is about to become a corpse here now and the other is probably defending the stone wall with his life. Hard to say happy indeed!

Sir Javier laughed at the dust that stopped his legs and turned his body to himself again.

Open your mouth with translucent hair to the dust that draws your mouth all the way.

"That's fine. Whether I'm the ghost of your fruitful father or the mass phantom shaped by your potential desire, that's a minor problem.

Just be honest about what you wanted to say to your father. "

"... I don't have time for this. It's Setouchi, whether the country dies or not. I'm sorry, but I don't care who you are."

Please, just disappear.

Sir Javier suddenly said in a sharp voice to Dust, who had left that behind and tried to turn his heel back.

"Why were you lurking until just the crisis in your home country!? Why did you wait until the Owl Knight or Morg was killed!

…… I've been waiting for you to get all the information you need to figure out who God is! It was also half a bet that he did the trick on the snobber soldiers and found out who the red snake was!

Not immortal with me! If you fail, they could have killed you at that point! I just had to avoid dying pointlessly for Coffin too!

"Then do it carefully this time. You are in a hurry now. When my life might run out, I'd be trying to use my last magic trick on a grump."

To the dust that narrowed his eyes, Sir Javier whispered small, saying:

"It's okay, you're dead. There is still respite. At least you're playing a lot more angry than I am."