Hitsugi no Maou

- Eventually, when all the traces of Mariela disappeared from the world.

Sunset light spheres that were in the sky, swirls of light, particles of magic. When everything is fogged and vanished in the wind, too, a bunch of bitter pieces of flesh.

Only the remains of shattered immortal giants and the stain of blood in the form of General Euk were left on the earth.

Underneath thousands of Mariela's divisions, Yuk, meat, guts and even clothes were all crushed and melted in the soil, just red-black human shapes and fruits.

Lucina looked down at the person as she stood, then slowly turned her gaze around.

All the Coffins, the Separkas, silently receive their gaze with their eyes. The snobbers behind them were, on the contrary, dropping their eyes to the ground without one exception, standing up and kneeling.

Even Sante, who can support himself by the Nagis, does not try to raise his eyes from General Yuk, who turned them into bloodstains.

Lucina made sure in her sight that there was only one, not even one enemy left, before exhaling the long, deep, stuffed breath.

"- You won -"

We will.

That twinkling word broke people's silence all at once. In heaven, on earth, the victory of both Coffin and Separca echoes.

There were a handful of people with joyful expressions. Most faces were full of crying, screaming, appeasement (mostly) and unstoppable anger and mourning (being there) for their dead friends. Still, only a roar (ho) to show us that we were the winners was released into the world with dignity.

Lucina stood in a roaring (howling) vortex (kachu) while realizing that she couldn't see Fu and Ash and Ado. The moment I shook my head and tried to call their names. Lucina opens her eyes and complains.

Eventually the people who were winning up (kick-ass) noticed one thing after another about how she looked at the hollow. Roaring is naturally less and fits.

- There was a blue spark in the sky. A demon king caught in Mariella's explosion broke down into shatters, sparks that arose. It glitters, loosens, and descends like snow to Lucina and the others.

In the midst of the sparks that began to flake, I could see more human form than smoke. The deceased, who were among the demon kings, lay themselves in the fire of the demon kings, wandering through the air in what is now an illusion that is about to disappear.

"Keurenes......"

The nagi shook up. Over her head is the shadow of Dust's brother, who was supposed to have guarded the back gate of the King's capital. The hazy shape of Keurenes, as if it were a yaya, melted its shape into the wind with a grin, a satisfied grin as she glanced (bestied) at the nagi, the galore, or the lukina.

Around, voices with various emotions rise. Countless deceased people floating in the spark silently bid farewell to the living.

Suddenly, a shout like a kang high severed demon rose right next to Lucina.

Lucina initially thought the cry belonged to a chick reaching into the shadow of a hunter. But the little one pulls his mouth together and cries desperately.

If I shifted my gaze, Sante, who escaped Nagi's hand, was squeaking all over his face and crying as he crawled down the ground.

Ahead of her gaze is the shadow of an unrecognizable, well-dressed woman......

"It's that woman."

Nagi said to Lucina after rinsing her once.

"The deceased who ordered us to cut Santé in a state of temporary death with a sword of flesh and blood."

Sante was screaming, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." With a cry like a little girl she's never let out.

The woman's deceased stared down at Sante as she let the wind loosen its shape... but eventually bent her knees and put her hand over Sante's head so that she could.

A woman's lips (chills) move without a voice. But Lucina knew what she said.

The woman said, "Let it go." 'Enough,' I also said. And finally, Lucina knew who the woman was.

"Hey......!

To the cry of Sante, who was in tears, Theodora, the Empress of the Snoba Empire, slowly closed her eyes and, cheering, dissolved in the wind.

Rubbing a hiccup on the ground and softly looking away from Sante, Lucina looks up at the blue sparking sky.

Really, really many of the deceased have helped their souls emerge in this war. They responded to the magic of dust for the living who were still fighting against God and the snobber army, or to settle for themselves.

That's how he dared to fight a second battle, turned me into the Demon King of Fire, and stood before Lucina and the others.

Lucina breathes slowly and returns her gaze to the ground.

Towards the shadow of his father, King Lugassa, standing in front of him, and the fowl knight, and the gladiator Magdael, Lucina said with both hands fingers together and with all the remaining qi in her voice.

"I will inherit everything. Your power, your soul, your memory of battle. And revive the land again, and rebuild the kingdom, and surely bring forth more coffins in the world than in your time."

No matter what enemy, no matter what ordeal strikes. Always.

Behind Lucina, there was the sound of Gallol and the warriors fingering and saluting in the same way.

The three deceased also adopt the same attitude as their women. From the back of each helmet, he stared at the princess whose powerful but gentle eyes lived… as it were, as a grain of light, flowing and melting.

Eventually, the deceased, who said goodbye to the surviving people, returns to the group of blue sparks. The wind wanders around, the sparks mix and converge - in the form of giant, dragons.

The shape of the fiercely bright dragon roared (cheeks) without a voice, stretched a long neck into the sky, and waved down the wings of the spark.

A flash of light runs on the earth, and a dragon flies (hissing). Heading to cloudy weather. Where in the world is it going to be? Or will it melt away into the sky and return to a world unknown to men?

A collection of dead human beings and the souls of the patron saints eventually jumped into the clouds, leaving countless lightning, disappearing.

There are still gray clouds in the sky, slightly, and rain falls on the ground.

A fine mist rain of grains gently washed the world away.