Hitsugi no Maou

As one who lived in the sword, he chose the adventurer to be a profession, not a soldier, for one thing to use his blade of his own will.

The sword kills people. It's a tool for tearing people's flesh. If you join the army, you will always need an order from your superior officer to pull out or wave the sword.

Nor can you decide who you want to point the blade at. It was perfectly decided who to slay at the behest of others, taking their lives as they were told. Such a sword wave for Ars was even irresponsible, and I couldn't help but think of it as a renunciation of humanity.

The sword is of its own free will. Life should be taken at your own risk. That's why Ars didn't choose soldiers and became an adventurer. The people who slaughtered what they wanted to slaughter, killed those who were to be slain, and kept their backs to protect them wanted to decide as their hearts were.

Yet the revolution has changed such an Ars way of life in one day.

Under the decree of Director General Leo Sandra, the adventurers, who were supposed to be free warriors, became forces for the revolution, stripping their fangs of their fatherland, Snobba. He slaughtered and killed the emperor's soldiers and smashed the mechanisms of a historic country.

If it was a group of pure humans who fought the revolt, Ars, as one snobber, might have pulled his sword on the rebels ready to die. The motives for the revolution that Yuk and the others spoke of were too full, with no legitimate cause, no outlook for the future.

Such a thing was the right way to unravel.

If Ars, regarded as the best adventurer, had made a difference at the cost of his life, I'm sure some of all adventurers would not have participated in the revolution. I may have regained my calm heart and never carried a great sin in history.

But now that I repeat "maybe," it doesn't make any sense.

Ars made no resistance to the revolution, and killed the Emperor's family, his ministers.

It is a monster that looks down on the town of Snoba from a far height... because before the appearance of a giant like the King of Hell, who I don't even think exists in the same world as a man, I realized that Ars has no value in his sword or possession.

It doesn't add up to anything, such as the adventurer's "strongest". You won't be able to remove one toenail after doing all the sword moves you can have, the overwhelming power of power.

There was no way we could have stopped a revolution with such things on our side, Ars.

If you fight, you will surely die in vain. Because I know that, I couldn't tell Leo Sandra or his fellow adventurers not to join hands with Yuk. I couldn't raise my chest and scream that it was justice to resist the tyranny of giants.

I couldn't even speak of letting them die together.

Ars abandoned the battle for the first time in his life. He gave up the resistance that should never be avoided in order to preserve his perseverance and humanity.

While Yuk and the Adventurers' Union ravaged Snobba, Ars even watched the bloodstained city. I tried to self-blade many times, but there was a pale expectation that there might still be room at the bottom of my heart to pull out my sword, waiting for the arrival of the event that was at my height.

I wonder if there is a life to be saved or something to be protected by having myself at Yuk's side.

But I didn't get that chance. The revolution ended in frightening death and destruction, and Ars became just one of the rebels.

And after the revolution, it became even more difficult for Ars to regain his possession.

Snobba, who lost his emperor, began invading other countries with Euk and the Divine Summoner as his necessity. With the overwhelming power of giants, he destroyed his neighbors and raised countless royal families to blood festivals. That being the case, it was no longer possible in itself for Ars to point his sword at Yuk.

In Yuk's courage as a hero and in the post-revolutionary snob, which is united only by the threat of giants, the death of leaders and divine summoners means the imminent advent of civil unrest.

Forced to absorb a number of countries, Snowba is constantly hated by the defeated.

It is not the arm or political power of exceptional governance that is silencing them. Even threats by snobber troops and giants are the only ones holding back domestic grievances.

If they were extinguished, then Snoba would be swallowed in an instant by an open whirlpool of hatred.

If you kill Yuk, the unity of the Snobbers will collapse, and the borders of the country will collapse. Kill the Divine Summoner and the Titans will be unleashed into the world, and the defeated nation will begin to avenge and kill Snowba.

The killing of Yuk and his family can trigger more tragedies than during the revolution. For Ars to defeat them, he needed only to be prepared and ruthless in exchange for their tens of thousands of times more lives.

In the end, Ars failed to show one of his own attitudes towards the course of time.

Afraid of the giant, he renounced his battle as a swordsman. I had no choice but to be told that.

From now on, I lived a life of joining Yuk's men and even watching the world burn. I never pulled out my sword, just kept looking at my destiny from the edge.

It was the same when the snobber army crossed the mountains and invaded Coffin. He moved to the defeated country, just like any other settler, and was just there. Repeating a good deed that might not be enough to take or a redemption, I lived my days without meaning like a walking plant.

Such Zama continued until he was raised to the castle as an escort to Yuk and noticed the anomalies that were taking place behind the Coffin occupation.

The wounding of the Divine Summoner, the anomaly of the Snoba army, and the presence of the Demon King. Know them, for the first time after the revolution, the blood of Ars touched, filled his chest with unsporting emotions that were chilling out.

There are those who are challenging the great evil that they once missed the blade. The invincible giant, the God of Snoba, has stripped his fangs, and there are still those who live.

Ars then learned of the existence of the heroes of Coffin who died against Yuk and of the days of resistance of the princess of Coffin. I met with the Coffins as an escort to Yuk and saw their will.

In prison, the princess's attitude before the burning mark. The actions, words and deeds of the Demon King who came to save her.

The battle of the Coffins was burned to the eye in the front row.

inferiority. That was the identity of Ars' chest-filled emotions.

The Coffins, challenging a battle without winning, even those who were clearly powerless than themselves, were looking straight at their enemies and pulling out their swords. Not without power. I believe in the correctness of my battle. So I can stare straight at my overwhelming enemy.

There was not a single human being who distracted himself from the perpetrators of the atrocities and looked for a slight seed of redemption in the midst of the tragedy.

... Nice. I'm so proud of you.

Words like that were leaking from between my eaten teeth if I noticed.

Should it have been slashed by Yuk and crushed by giants during the revolution?

Should I have cried out to Leo Sandra and his fellow adventurers for their righteousness and been torn to pieces?

My life was wasted. I was afraid of death that meant nothing more than that.

I wanted a fight to save someone. I wanted to come to an end where someone would thank me. That is why I have killed my country, my emperor and my people... and now I have kept my sword in my sheath.

Now I don't even know who to fight for. Ars, who is not willing to favour the Yuks, but is only a Snobber, cannot take the side of the Coffins either. If Yuk falls, his country may perish.

But... but what did my runaway God eaten friend Legrand think at the end of the day?

Is Salida, who stood next to Yuk as once proclaimed, still alive?

The lives that had to be saved were so abundant in both hands. The people I had to protect on my back were innumerable.

Why did you spill it? Why were you standing still with your sword?

It was a mistake to cut off the act of going towards a strong enemy who could not be scratched one, but nevertheless, to death in vain.

Als should have fought, even if the outcome was unlikely besides a tragic death. Even alone, I should have stood up to you as a swordsman. That was the only way for a man named him not to kill his soul.

Living with a rotten soul was no longer possible.

I will not return the life I took away. The times that have progressed will not return.

What is the battle that Ars, who kept bypassing the history of atrocities, can still do, at least as an adventurer?

When I thought about it, in Ars' mind was born a readiness I had long forgotten.

"... it's out of my way... a weak (...) one... a fool who can't even put it on the wind of adventurers... not on the battlefield forever..."

Spattering pieces of Makito's flesh, Ars groans low. When I opened my arms and pointed the blade tip of my double sword at the owl knight, I said with a pulling grin.

"Self-motivated, fight"

"Let's hear it. What's that?

Inhaling heavily, Ars released one Shizuku from his golden eyes and into the battlefield with a shout.

"I am the most powerful adventurer in the Snowba Empire! I challenge you to fight for the honor of your lost country, your friends and your people! Just a gorotzki, just an abusive lover, an invader! Let me show you the moves and souls of that culminating man!

……

"I want to add flowers to this war full of ugliness. To a great enemy, with respect… I want to challenge you as an adventurer"

I want to wave my sword, of my own free will.

Yes, to Ars stripping his teeth, the owl knight once stood his sword in front of him and inhaled his breath heavily.

"I am the one who lends his sword to the kingdom of Coffin. Snobber Adventurer Challenge...... Take it and Stand"

The moment the name is over, the two swordsmen rush out with a growl and do not wave their blades at the enemy.