Hitsugi no Maou

Dust silently picked up the rat bones that were rolling at the roots of the stone walls.

The blue and white spark that remained in the small orbit spills without sound and scratches away.

Sir Javier, standing behind him, said in a voice swept away by the wind coming down from the gray sky.

"Whether you're a hero or a sage, there's a limit to the number of people a single human being can save. You have kept countless people alive with intelligence under King Lugassa...

At the same time we have given up and abandoned the lives of many people "

……

"It's not your fault. That's what people do to keep people alive. Saving hundreds or thousands of human beings from a national disaster without leaving them... can't be anything but God."

"I don't want that from Hannah. Most of Coffin's life has already been lost as a result of Snoba's invasion"

Dust gets nostalgic for rat bones and gets up. When I looked around and found a half-broken ladder on the wall far beyond, I walked out towards you.

Sir Javier following me from behind. Dust sighed as he jerked off the rope of his flaky hair.

"If you showed up in response to my witchcraft, you would have squeaked out to protect Coffin, too. Then why are you following me around? You can go to the people now, or to Master Lucina."

"You're the only one who can defeat Snobba's God. So it's on you."

"I'm just in the way. There's nothing you can do to help."

Sir Javier, who suddenly ran out, passed the dust scratch he told him to throw up.

He runs over to the ladder that's rolling behind his sight, probably at full speed, and he holds it up and rushes over here again.

Standing in front of the dust out of breath, Sir Javier grinned.

"... call me there"

When the dust that narrows his eyes like a single line points to a wax, Sir Javier installs a near-broken ladder on the wall in a crisp motion.

When the dust rests on the installed ladder, the noise sounds disgusting.

At once Sir Javier supports the ladder from the back and tells Dust to "be careful".

"Weigh yourself up evenly on your hands and feet. All you have to do is crawl with the intention of becoming a beetle or a potato worm."

"You've never taught me anything before. But I don't have to tell you that."

"... at times like this, I honestly get advice."

Put the bitter father down, Dust goes up the ladder and aims over the stone wall.

He laid his hand on the top of the wall before the screaming ladder broke, and put his half on the wall.

Into sight is the scenery of war. I can see Snobba's army in the front of the king's capital, Separca's army on its south side, and if I twist my neck on the other side, I can confirm that the body is scattered behind the king's capital.

The appearance of burning barricades and roaring primitive Doo told the story of the struggle of Lucina and her ministers.

And if you give a gaze to the snobber capital... a god covered in bright red snakes was looking at this one.

It's like a symbol of doom. A being that mankind should never meet. Humanity has no teeth, natural enemies. That is what exists, naturally, in the vision of the dust.

"How do you kill me?

Sir Javier's voice rises from under the ladder.

Dust lowered his hips over the stone wall and breathed. Then it's slightly, and I snap, "I don't know."

"If we could have separated the giant corpse from the group of snakes, it would still have been possible. Parasites can't live without hosts... defeating exposed snakes should have left 'God'"

"God is immortal, but the red snake itself is not immortal. That was a much better situation than it is now."

"Do you want to encircle God with a magical circle again and attempt to rob a giant corpse... the ring of Rayakels is an independent magic device, half separate from my own magic powers. Even if I die, the effects of the magic activated via the ring will not go away.

That's why the relics of Rayakerus are still in the world... but now I'm going to the capital of Snoba to make a circle... "

"I don't know much about magic. But I've found out thanks to being called back into the world like this."

As Dust tilted his neck, Sir Javier under the ladder continued with a low voice.

"Sorcery is still the contraindication of the world, out of nature. Even if I am thus resurrecting my lifetime form into this world, there is always a decisive 'sense of loss' sitting in my mind.

I already have a feeling it's over. "

"What do you want to say"

"Magic is not a miracle business that changes the world. You have to follow the right way of the world after all, even if you temporarily bruise the reason of the world.

Even if the dead may appear as the dead and as ghosts, they cannot decide that they did not die "

Sir Javier showed signs of a lower back on the wall.

"What you or Rayakels have pursued means dreams that are often unfulfilled. This stuff... the phenomenon that happened to me or the Owl Knight cannot be called the Resurrection.

But that can also be said of the magic of the brave Hilnor. People can't create God or anything. It can't be in this world, like immortality. "

"So what do you say..."

"And if we bear not to die, neither shall God perish again. That makes sense. Just as Rayakels and Hilnor have become equally unhappy, you and the Divine Caller must perish equally. I guess that is the 'punishment' for those who used past sorcery.

... but is the Divine Caller dying just like you are now? What do you think? "

Sir Javier spits out his words with a sigh in the dust that gives his gaze to the soldiers of Snoba.

"I feel like there's an answer there to defeat God. If you are being eroded by the price of witchcraft, then the Divine Caller must be in the same situation. But while she exercises such mighty sorcery, she is not at all debilitated.

The "price" paid by a sorcerer who fights war with the same power is still the same, if not the same. "

"... it's a funny story indeed... but I don't have time to pursue it right now..."

Dust took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes as he threw his gaze at the stone wall in the front of the king's capital.

"The last magic you can have… burst the last magic, at least at the best moment. So if you can get rid of God, you'll make money..."