Hitsugi no Maou

Dark meadows with rain grains.

A meadow full of red serpents and fragments of God descended and holes filled.

Ash goes in heavy footsteps through the meadow, which is broiled and scorched by the fire of the demon king.

Negative (o) ads on my back are closing my eyes. "Well, he's alive," the last I heard was a few minutes ago. Ash tried to speak up again in her head, but just thought, her lips didn't move.

In front of you, there is a crumbling stone altar. I broke it when Addo came up this (ha) from the basement. It was also off the rope and almost just a hole already.

Deep, deep, abyss that leads to the bottom of the earth (Shin Eun).

Right on top of that, Ash met Dust. If one stone comes off, it's the opposite (saka) of your death, wet in the rain...

Ash passed the abyss silently. Continue walking, eventually leaning against the hill, the ancient tree house of Dust enters sight.

Ancient trees had been crushed and half destroyed by something. The impact, applied almost directly from the top, was crushing the roof and outer walls, pulling away and scattering both the curtains of the grass and the skylights of the worm feathers.

I thought it might be an already fogged red snake or a piece of Mariela's flesh on purpose. There is no shadow of what broke the house, only traces of destruction.

Ash walks. Down the hill to the remains of ancient trees in the foggy rain that just intensifies.

Or maybe, as Ado said, we should leave this country as soon as possible.

Maybe Coffin doesn't have a place for the Ashes anymore.

But still, Ash wanted to go home to an ancient tree. Whether it was crumbling or being invaded by rainwater, I wanted to go back to that house and look for the leftover incense of dust.

Down the hill, step on the shattered pieces of old wood. The collapsed surface of the house turned slightly to the left from the front of the ash, and I could see a crumbling bump across the crumbling remaining wall or a floor scattered with detached cabinets.

The wind, buzzing, rang.

Ash stops, fu, as she gets her cheeks slapped by her wet hair.

Collapsed left, walls. Something - something - blue and white - is pouring out of that end where I stood.

It flows in the wind, it's like fog. Looks like it. Looks like smoke......

Ash ran out at full speed the next moment to something behind the wall.

There are signs of Ado opening his eyes on his back. Rain clouds blink in the corners of sight. There's a sound of some wreckage crumbling under my leg.

Ash concentrated all of his five senses only on his front. Eventually, as she walks around the wall, she reaches inside the rainy house.

"- Hey - - Welcome Back -"

Ash.

Ash chewed her lips to the point of bleeding, forgetting to breathe back into her bouncing heart.

I knew it. That's not supposed to happen.

Whatever reason he disappeared and appeared there for whatever cause.

He said that he could never be satisfied with five bodies, even as a spiritual body, in human form. I knew it.

Even the corpse (shikan) burned up, and even the appearance of the demon king as a collection of souls was crushed, he... mourns his legs thrown out on the floor as he makes a sound like a blur and fine things collapse.

"You're hurt... there's some wound medicine left in the other cupboard... you should use it..."

……

"If the stone kiln wasn't broken, the water, I boiled it... anyway, change your clothes..."

Ash knelt before him and put his fingers close to his head, whose face he no longer knew.

The dust had even lost its appearance as a blue and white spirit body, as if it were a mass of ash (heap). An ash mannequin that constantly rises the remnants of a thin smoky magic that leaves a little bit of a blue and white spark.

If the flame of a giant demon king was caused by burning a man's soul... now the dust was made of the ashes of his burnt soul, a burning scrap.

Ash's fingers buried slightly between the warm ash brows (Miken), making a noise, Shh. A blue-white leftover pair of eyes (yes, blah) lodged in the head of the ashes blinks at her, distracting her face.

"The price of witchcraft... I think I misunderstood the end of Rayakels' secret trick... While alive, approaching the corpse... that's how I understood it... in fact, whether I used up my life force or ended up being a corpse... even lost its shape... 'I won't die'... that's what I guess..."

The punishment to be inflicted on those who blaspheme death is that they will no longer be able to obtain death. Being unable to reach death.

It was the future of immortality, the appearance of outsiders and the need to stay in this world.

Ado clutched Ash's shoulder in a surprisingly strong grip. It soon became apparent that she had expectations of the end of Rayakels, the demon king, but Ash held his shoulder-shaking hand intact, scissoring the ash face of the dust with both hands, and asked him to do so.

"Is it painful?

From where Ash touched, only a few ashes of this world rise into the air. I have the feeling that I am touching it, but inhaling ash particles will not burn my nose or throat or cough it up. Ashes entering Ash's body are instantly attributed to nothing, as if he had breathed the wind.

"Is it painful? Dust......"

Dust scissors her face back with ash hands to Ash, who repeats the question.

Blistering and ashes scatter, but the body of dust regenerates from the collapse. From the depths of the ash body, as if infinitely new ashes were coming out.

Continue to die indefinitely, as if to be born indefinitely.

... but still. If you're the sword of regression that wiped out Mariela, you might be able to kill Dust for her.

If the dust is painful. If you are burned with pain by the remnants of the fires of sorcery. If you are in pain for yourself.

Ash must still have the sword of regression somewhere in this world for him...

"The most intolerable pain is gone."

Only the eyes of the spark of dust floated face returned a gentle voice, the same as before.

An ash arm with warm heat holds Ash's hair that is struck by rain. And even the hair of Ado, whose hand was behind Ash, was wrapped with a finger that dwelt in the blue fire powder of Usu.

"I have a lot to ask you. There's so much I want you to know. It's okay, Ash... I'm not in pain anymore."

"... ah..."

"Welcome you. He's back."

As promised.

When Ash, who was no longer able to withstand, held the dust back full of strength - ash and sparks scattered like flowers in the rain.