Hitsugi no Maou

A bean thief, Magdael, throws a spear.

A hunter releases a ringing arrow that broke for me.

The short spears of the Separca soldiers, the cluttered blades of the Coffins. And no, even the weapons of the snobbers, who had their lives spooked by God and the serpent, were directed at the kneeling God and the giant serpent.

That was no longer the face of a people-to-people war. He unleashed a large group of red snakes on the earth, indiscriminately crushing lives and even scattering snobber soldiers who were supposed to be allies, God.

There were no more people who saw divinity in its appearance. All circumstances and history don't matter.

God was the enemy of all life that lived on this earth.

A chariot carrying Lucina and King Separca shredded the soil and turned to the suffering God.

Far ahead of that tank, there is a knight of owls who loosens his torn feather cloak and runs.

The deceased, flooded with the body of God and the serpent, blown up and fighting in the universe.

God, the serpent, is steadily shredded by a mosquito sting attack.

When a deceased pulled through the flag of some country that was standing on his back and stabbed him in the finger of God.

The middle finger to the right of God collapsed and fell to the king's capital.

"For once, I wanted to talk to you properly"

My brother swings fresh water into a silver cup.

The dust leaves its back in the metal chair of the design, staring at the glimmer of transparency that begins. Instead of being hard, it was a strangely comfortable chair to sit in.

"Is this a dream? Or is it an illusion? Is your consciousness cloudy and wandering through your memory?

"I don't care. Then why not? Because it's so quiet and quiet."

My brother, Keurenes, cheers as he flies slightly water by his clean hemp clothes.

This is his house. A noble mansion, in the king's capital of Coffin.

Where my father, who abandoned Dust and my mother, grew up loving with another woman.

It's a place I hated dust and only visited enough to count in my lifetime.

"Is it sunlight coming in through that window there?

"Oh. Down from the gray sky, the light of a gentle day. The Morg my brother revived looks terribly nasty... but I was wondering if he could also protect Coffin from the blue sky. I wonder if he'll suddenly return to his body or fly off to some other country."

"... as the relics of Rayakels, the Demon King, continued to exist after his death... that Morg will also continue to exist unchanged. Saga as that creature, probably, remains the same."

"Right. Then don't worry."

"What can I call you?

The face of the neck tilting dust was bloody. My brother chuckles at my brother while wearing signs of war.

"As always, with Keurenes"

"That's my father's name. And it was my name."

"Because my father was the kind of man who would give his name to his son… we had inherited his name together"

"Between the belly sons, they named the same man. I really don't like my dad's... Insensitive, evil taste."

A silver cup is offered before the dust.

Looking down at the shaking surface of the water, Dust glanced at his bloodstained face.

"... no... that's enough. It was over. My father and I have already had enough discussions..."

"You admit that the blue shadow you called in magic was the ghost of your father himself, right?

"I wasn't sure. But that's fine. I can't help but think it's settled."

"Why?"

"Because I can't use the art of reviving the dead anymore. You can't pursue your soul any more."

It's all over.

Dust that doesn't hold hands on the cup and is also deeply in the chair.

My brother smiles at my brother like that. There was a smell of baking bread in the large room one day.

Suddenly Dust asks, "Are you dead too?" Keurenes nodded facelessly, "Oh."

"I had an undressed death. But I can't help it. A lot of people fought against each other in this war. Like a beautiful death, there was no room for hope."

……

"Hey, tell me. Did your brother hate me or your mother?

Dust closed his eyes and laughed.

"The woman whose father surrounded him in the king's capital, and even his son?... Nothing, I didn't think so. How's it going with you?

"My mother told me what was going on. I didn't hate you... but honestly, I was scared. Someday my father will be killed by you."

I should have discussed it properly with you.

"You can't. When I was in Wang Du, my brother didn't seem as nice as he is now."

As the dust opened its thin eyes, Keurenes stood up from his chair and by the window. A yellow-green bird that was flying outside clumps by him.

"I feel sorry for my mother. He still loves his father. Yet I passed away first. I'm sure Lucina will do her mother good, but it's too bad."

……

"Mother must be running away now, mixed with the people, with the people of the house."

Keurenez exhaled with his back to the dust.

The sun, without heart, weakens.

"Brother, you've forgiven my father. I told you enough, at least your vengeance is settled."

……

"Do you regret what's left? Desire for redemption? Or fear of those who have left behind."

Keurenes looks back slightly. There was a blue, magical light in its eyes.

"Brother. I just said, 'Are you dead too'... I guess you don't think you're dead"

of dust, a hand placed on the elbow of a chair. From the inside by the coat, the blood spread loose.

The cloudy eyes are slowly lowered. Also in his eyes, a red squirt fell out of his hair, but it poured in.

"We're done with the three Keurenes. But the cause of the Demon King Dust is not over. Unless the cause of the Demon King is settled... the dead cannot return to heaven, nor to their gentle memories."

"The Demon King's... Cause..."

"I have no grudges against you. As someone who divided the blood, he has a taste for the crowd. So... until the end of the day, we'll hang out."

The gentle voice of Keurenes, in a red stream, fell away.

"- Dust! Dust!!

of a mountain of white bones. Ash cried out in tears behind the appearance of God.

On the scattered cobblestone of rubble, loosen the dust that was falling in blood and press his face against its chest.

"No, I won't die, I'm not promising you won't lose. Open your eyes. Let's go home together, Dust......!

Behind Ash, Ado the corpse doll rocks the tail of his spine as he looks up to God. The mountains and buildings of white bones were pierced with sounds by blades emitted by the living and the dead, and fragments of them flew by them as well.

"It feels nasty... God, the snake, it feels kind of awfully nasty, even though it's definitely hurting and breaking. I feel like a 'groan' of weird magic..."

"Ado......! Help me dust...!

"Ash, I've said it many times... the dust already has a pulse..."

The moment Addo approached him with sadness, a loud roar of God shook the earth, and a mountain of white bones crumbled and danced into the universe. "Wow!!" Ado, who raised his voice, covers Ash and pushes him down to the cobblestone.

I could see the chin under God, crushed and falling into the mountain of bones, in the midst of the scattered pieces of bone. The twist of the fighting men rises into the sky, surrounded by the roar of God.

"What, that...!!

The blue deceased spills like garbage from the face of losing God's underjaw in front of the bitter Ado and Ash.

Something fleshy was teasing and eating the falling deceased.

It's like countless tentacles, crawling out of a hole called the head of God, that hole. The roar of God is extinguished by the tentacles that have popped out of its mouth, and instead the bone shivering sound of vertigo echoes in the king's capital.

The neck of God, which was shaking despair in the world, was crushed, and his head lifted from his torso. A fleshy tentacle crushes God's head and penetrates his torso.

He eats the gods, the deceased who spills from them.

Addo woke up unconsciously on Ash's head as he looked up like that.

"It's not a red snake......! Why would anything other than a parasite come out of God!? Besides, he's eating a giant corpse...!

"Ado!"

"! Oh, I'm sorry, Ash! Follow me!"

The next moment Ado, with his hands around him, was silenced.

If Ash cobbled up and was about to crawl over, there was dust straining up his bloody coat.

Its arms are bent and its body is stabbed with fine stone fragments. Nonetheless he does not groan one thing and stares at the sky.

In that eye, when he saw the blue magic light shining, Ado held Ash up to power.

"Dust! It's okay!? Oh, good! You know, I..."

"No!"

Ash, who tried to rush out of the dust, was hugged by Ado with a stiff arm. "Why!?," he said to Ash, staring into Ado's eyes increasing the glow of the dust.

"There's no way he's alive! My heart did stop, and there's no way I can move with all that bleeding! If the dust in that state has risen, it must not be because of his own life energy!

"Duh, what do you mean...?

"It's too much for people, the price for continuing to use great sorcery! That's not dust anymore!!

From both eyes of the dust, a blue and white flame erupted with smoke. Unlike the flames that dwelt on the corpses, they had the smell of meat and heat, fire.

That's the dust hair, the clothes, eventually all over the body and burning.

Ash was screaming as Ado hugged her to the dust that turned her into a blue mass of flames in front of her.