Hitsugi no Maou

"The last ship is coming out -! Are there any Snobbers left on land? No more greetings!!

In the south of the Kingdom of Coffin, on the shores of Separca territory, a single (shi) military vessel docks.

With the gaze of the soldiers of Separka Coffin lined up on the beach, a handled snobber man raises his voice to look for his remaining compatriots on land... When he confirms that he has not responded, he turns to the soldiers of the enemy country and bows his head.

"Now it looks like it's all. With this voyage, the Snoba colony will withdraw completely from the Kingdom of Coffin. … er… what do you say… On behalf of the Snoba settlers, I would like to express my gratitude to both Coffin Separca countries"

The soldiers froze their eyes at the snobbers, who rattled the chains of the handkerchiefs and put their heads on. The head of the Separca soldier can respond (to) the bitter snobbers with only a smile on his mouth.

"It took me two months to send you guys back north. For two months since the destruction of God and the snobber army, my Separca and my alliance Coffin have broken a great deal of bones to keep you alive."

"Thank you so much for your help. Except for some resistance forces, even if it was me who didn't kill the Snobbers and took them prisoner..."

"What are you"

The head of the Coffin soldier turned only to his voice, standing on the ground with an iron spear and looking at the military ship.

When the snobbers say, "What are you talking about?", they still only overlap their emotionless voices and return them.

"General Yuk and one of his factions, Adventurers Union General Leo Sandra. All the chiefs of snobbers in the land died. If so, who are you to speak on behalf of Snowba?"

"Oh, this is... what do you mean, I was the one who was under a family order at Director Leo Sandra's mansion. After the war I was elected extraordinary leader by democratic vote…"

"In the battle the shepherd died, and all the straying sheep remained. A toothless representative chosen from its wool heap."

The head of the Separca soldier laughs and looks down at the Snobbers from behind his boneless helmet. Its eyelids hiked into small pieces with some emotion, and at the next moment it changed and vomited brutally.

"The scourge of our country across the northern mountain range (Seiko) has reported on the current situation in Snoba's own country. They say all the snobber soldiers left in their country by the death of the Divine Summoner have lost control and are attacking the Snobbers as well as the beasts of the field."

"Through that, the death of the Divine Summoner was known to the North, and it also passed from the mouth of the snob settlers who had returned earlier to the deaths of General Yuk and Leo Sandra. And of course, God's extinction. … the people of the formerly powerful nations, who were ambushed and absorbed by snobbers, have not missed this opportunity to reconnect, one armed bee after another everywhere, and have left the local ruling commander. Snobber's unity is breaking down, and the doomed nations are starting to come back to life."

In the words of the warlords of the enemy kingdoms, the snobber man blued, peeled off his eyes and shook out. Separca's captain turns off his grin as he gently places his hand on that shoulder.

"The northern mountains were already sealed off. After this, no one will pass through the armies of any country. That's why I bothered to send you back on a boat from the coast of Separca. After removing the clues and lowering them to the North, we will never come back. Connection to the northern world is utterly broken"

"We... we don't know how...!

"It's about our world. We'll figure it out ourselves. King Separca will give you enough food after disembarkation and one sword at a time. King Separca said that we should not take the lives of snob settlers, but let our asses sweep in our fatherland, with our power. We, the Coffins, eventually agreed to it."

Coffin's captain sees the Snobbers with an icy look.

"This is our revenge. Let us win the kingdom with righteous killing, without the legacy of the brave Hilnor. Let us fight as a human nation in a land of violent and insane warfare. At the end of the day, in the unlikely event that you defend your country and stretch out your fangs to the land again... by then, we, Coffin, will have regained our original power."

At that time, it is only then that I will kill you until you are the last one.

The soldiers take the snobbers kneeling in the sand to the ship like objects.

When he crossed the boarding bridge and stranded the boat - both warlords of Coffin Separca saw a red-haired woman, sitting on her knees at the root of the sail pillar (Horseradish).

The eyes of Salida, the song sword, staring at the handkerchief placed upon him, are like dead fish, and like the beast of handiwork that dwells. She had the wounds she sustained during the war and the wounds she had when she pretended to be responsible for the defeat between the prisoners after the war and the miscellaneous soldiers at the end of the tree.

She then leaves the ship, surrounded by deep waters on all sides, yet does not lift her eyes out of her hand.

In the end, just once, to the land of Coffin, far away, I did not look.

After seeing the dotted ship disappear on the sea plains coloring the end of the scenery, Lucina dropped her eyes on Sante connecting her iron shoes (eh) strings (strings).

Lucina softly calls the name as her unleashed dark hair rubs the floor. The eyes raised by Sante dressed as a samurai painted an arc (ko) as if it were a swollen sail (ho).

Lucina just loosened her mouth a little bit, she said.

"Didn't you want to get on that boat, too?"

"Tell me you want to ride, can you forgive me? Dear Lucina?"

"... no, the guy who said that was locked up in the dungeon"

Sante laughs without a voice and stretches out the knee he was on. A gratuity in front of Lucina, wearing armor, caused only a little pain in her eyes, then vomited the words.

"A snobber who lost his God and his army and was thrown out in a time of war... and draws the blood of the Emperor's family there. If I return, I may bring further chaos to the land. I'm sure the Snobbers will try to revive the prestige of the late Emperor and use it to bring back to their side a nation that had benevolence and loyalty to the Emperor than to execute me as a traitor.

If I snap, I may be seated on the throne as queen. That's unacceptable in any way. "

So it's fine. This is fine.

On the left cheek of Sante, who says so, there is a fading bruise. After the showdown two months ago, it was a sign (and more) of Lucina beating up that throat of Sante, who tried to hurt herself many times.

Even if Yuk's ambition and life were crushed, it was not for the most part to lay down Sante suffering from the sins he had committed and the calamities (whispers) that might arise from his being alive.

Some ministers said it might be mercy to let him die, but Lucina never shook her neck vertically (freshly). Sometimes he was one of those who helped Sante defeat Snobba all the way through and survive Coffin... but it was already plenty to see the sinners burn their lives in agony and leave the world as if they had fulfilled their redemption with death.

Lucina was angry that Dust disappeared without even saying goodbye after the battle. I was moaning, and I was grieving. That's why I did everything I could to connect Sante to this world trying to disappear just like him.

Don't die. Live and suffer. I didn't swallow such cruel demands.

The fire of sinful regret that dulls in her heart will not be extinguished for the rest of her life. I guess many Snobbers have finished her death with a sincere desire. It's a legitimate grudge, a legitimate curse. Santé, who repents of his actions, may indeed have a responsibility to respond to them.

But still, at least, her sister forgave her. That illusory dying princess did forgive Sante. Even if the spirits of tens of millions of other (Kuseikuman) snobber imperialists cursed Sante, even if their responsibility for death lay with Sante, the Empress Theodora nevertheless appeared (yes) to let Sante live, in order to forgive him. For her. I'm sure, just for her.

Forgive me. That's enough. The words should be those vomited to release the soul of the sinner. That should also be one of the voices of Sante's victims.

Sante did not deny or affirm this idea of Lucina. I just ripped my chest off the moment I heard it, and I couldn't even breathe so painfully - and then I stopped trying to kill myself.

People don't just have to live. But dying doesn't solve everything.

Lucina wanted to put the lost Sante by her side as a compatriot and, if possible, as a friend, who no longer had a place to go anywhere in the world. If we share a little bit of the grief and regret dust in our hearts… I'm sure Sante will come on a day that is heartily funny. The day will come when it will be forgiven.

Sante pulled himself back to Lucina. The ministers who lived side by side - the Knights, the Warriors' faces, the Tutor Dhakan, the Magic Administrator Rodmaria, the little ones - will return.

And in error, warrior captain Galore leaves the line with King Lugassa's cloak, which he retrieves from the battlefield. The cloak of the Predecessor's flag, left intact by both the hole and the blood stain, is placed on Lucina's back.

Lucina saw King Separca in a stone crown standing in front of her. Behind the king, sprinkled with thin chains of sterling silver all over his body, are his children and ministers lined up.

This is over the King's Capital of Coffin. It took two months after the war to rebuild the top of the Kamiba Ladder.

A glimpse of the shape of the king's capital of Coffin, overlooking the shaped Morgue crest. The shape of the Morg floating in the destroyed King's capital is somewhat snoring, but just now, it is being revived to its original appearance.

Lucina paid tribute to the King of the Great Neighbouring Country, who had sparingly sent food and crop seeds, relief supplies and personnel for reconstruction assistance to Coffin after the war, which had been exhausted (Hihey).

"King Separca, Zictor. My country will never forget the great grace it has received from your country. Really... really, thank you for your help"

"No, Lucina, Queen of the Coffin Nation, it is up to us to thank you. You've often endured and defeated the onslaught and domination of God and the Legion of Immortality from the North. Had it not been for the mighty allies of the Kingdom of Coffin north of Separca, this might have been how I, my sons and my daughters stood on the earth today and never breathed. The Coffins are the benefactors of the Separkas."

"... let me also report the words, to the tomb of the late Father King. I'm sure my father's soul will be satisfied that he left behind a wonderful alliance..."

"Lucina, there was indeed a covenant with King Lugassa… But in the last battle, it was the letter (so-called) that made me decide to cross the border and rush to Coffin's reinforcements."

To Lucina, who opens her eyes slightly, his princes, the princesses, standing behind King Separca, shrug their shoulders and say orally as they look at each other.

"I thought you were telling me to help you because you're absolutely desperate, and on the contrary, you're worried about me."

"When the snobbers approached Separca, they thought Coffin had already been defeated. So we figured the Coffins were going to fight on their own until they were completely defeated."

"God's secrets and our own circumstances have all been communicated without covering up. I don't know... it was a letter I felt 'entrusted'. After that, please, don't lose, I thought they said that.

So, on the contrary, there was just so much blood… yes (why) but I wanted to help you. "

"You know what, it's Lucina. That letter was meant for the future. Then it was doomed, a letter written for the distant future of Separca facing crisis. Not for the present of one's own country, but for the future of another… such a document is not in sight among nations… especially in the phase of war.

It's insane in a way. But that's why it resonated with the hearts of our Separkans. "

And Zictor king of Separca stood this arm of the silver chain against the gray sky, and covered it with rocky bushes.

"Lucina. Such temperament, hearts and minds… perhaps many rated it as foolish, childish, and unworthy of the king's vessel"

"... Yes. That's already, many times."

King Separca, who laughed at him, opened his arms and said aloud. "I don't think so!".

"Realism, rationalism does work for the operation of the country! There is no way ahead of a nation where they are utterly absent! Yet again, a nation that is only realistic and rational will be suddenly unhappy! Humanity is missing from a nation that is a gathering of human beings! Countries like that end up not being trusted by other countries and become nests of beasts that are no longer people while they look like people! My Separca only has national relations with the nation of men! It is only the object of hunting, such as the Nest of the Beast!

King Separca hoisted the pillars of light descending from the clouds, rolling only his eyes (Hitomi) and looking down at Lucina. The gaze of a king like a giant moves from Lucina to Santé, the snobber behind it. His eyes carved wrinkles year-to-year and swelled into gentle shapes.

"- Queen Lucina's humanity moved the country, the way people are, and destiny. I would judge it to be 'virtue', which was not even in the great King Lugassa."

You can be proud.

King Separka, stripping his teeth and laughing, came out of a row of two humans facing each other with his arms spread out. Lucina stares at his back for a few seconds and then... grins in her mouth only once and follows.

And all the men that were on the ladder of God turned to the king's capital, which floated in the form of the seal of Morgue.

When King Separca and Lucina stood side by side on the edge of the yakura (shaver), cheers (kansai) rose from all over the shape of the morgue. Far beneath his eyes, on buildings, on the streets and on stone walls, shadows like bean grains flicker, waving his hands and flag.

The people of Coffin, and the people of Zictor, who came from Separca, were not only present in the king's capital.

May both nations survive the war together, and may Coffin return to the land of the Coffins… even if the great victory of King Zictor of Separca and the reign of Queen of Lucina… we take an oath to make the alliance between the two nations eternal.

in various ways. A true end to the war ritual.

It was a festival of regeneration, for the country to re-depart.

"To the Kingdom Coffin!

When King Separca lifts his left hand, his earthly voice sprays up from the earth.

"To the kingdom Separca!!

And when Lucina lifted her right hand into the sky, and king Separca burst upon it, the cheer shook the world, as if it were a dragon's roar.

"I'm sure this country will be fine now."

"Oh. The invasion of the kingdom of God, Snowba... has swept away the calamity (whispering) of a thousand years. No longer in line for the most part."

On the rooftop of the royal castle, a large coffin flag stand stood (tight), so Dust received the nagi's bare head on his shoulder.

From the shoulder of the coat attached with a borough cloth, the sound of an ash rose when the ash body collapsed. Nagi rolled his narrowed eyes towards his coat by the way as the two of us watched the sky of Coffin as we once promised.

"Hey, go say hello to Master Lucina and Captain Gallol properly. Everybody thinks you went up in the sky with the other souls."

"... oh... I know"

"Never leave in silence. Even for those pretty ladies."

As the dust blinked the spark's eyes, the nagi took his head off the shoulder of his coat and gave him a slightly nasty grin. "It's an uncle I can't put in the corner," he continues, "and the dust pulls up to his head as he drifts the hood of his coat. You mean Ash and Ado, and I spilled one air cough (from the face of the ashes).

"What are you dealing with them... within the Coffin royal family...?

"It's okay. There's not one thing happening that you're afraid of. Those two are comrades of the Coffins who fought from the front with God. Instead, Master Lucina, the ministers were so worried about where they'd gone."

"Right..."

"Dear Lucina, when the country is settled, we are going to put our hands on the laws of magic and the inscriptions of history (hibu). He said he would modify the distortions that had existed since the days of Rayakels the Demon King, and create a new inscription of authentic history with all the facts revealed."

Dust turns his face to the nagi and lowers his voice, "That's a little nasty," he said.

"The modification of the view of history is always dangerous. Problems erupt from the unexpected if we put our hands on them cheaply, especially in cases such as those involving the roots of the country and the laws deriving from them…"

"You idiots, it's for you guys. Lord Lucina is trying to keep us from being persecuted by someone by mistake in order for Dust, the Demon King, and his party to continue to be duly appreciated."

Nagi joins hands behind her waist as she sucks in the wind that makes her hair grow. A twinkle of powdered snow fell from the sky, blushing her nose.

"We're building a new stone tablet next to the original history inscription. What happened in this war, what was revealed...... the stories of the demon kings and the stories of the brave Hilnor, the owl knights and hunters, and the gladiator Magdael. Write down the facts and leave them behind. That's how Lucina's king song gets your name. I helped the Queen, by the name of the Demon King."

……

"Let's sing together. No one, in a snowy cemetery. Just like when I was a kid..."

"............... Also, 'Promise'? Let's line up one day to see the Coffin skies. You're here to make good on that promise, and you're going to make me another one."

The nagi laughed with a high voice, clawing the ash bulb of the dust.

"It's a curse for a woman to keep her promise to herself. Be ready, I'm sure in ten years you'll still be chatting sloppily with me somewhere with a view. Twenty or thirty years from now. Even if I'm a wrinkly grandmother,"

"... not quite."

Not to you.

A crushing dust arm makes a rough noise on the shoulder of the nagi.

A finger wearing leather gloves scraped her hair off.

Sara. Sara.

"Ash, there's always a wall here. Aren't the columns falling?

"Stop, stop! Don't slap me! Because I built it so hard. Ah!

Two women's voices echo in the cove where the waves sound.

The grass carpet in the meadow is ripped off and the boundary leads to the white sandy beach. Ash muddles the sweat of his hives as he props up the outer wall of the cabin, hoping to build it there.

"Weird, why aren't we building it straight? I made it exactly as Dust taught me..."

"No, I didn't make it the way I was taught. The dimensions are wrong, and the rope is tied wrong. We need to make it more solid in the first place, it won't take six months. How many houses have you built that you bought and got out of the house that would be tough on your current dust, you know?"

Ash carrying only his upper body with both hands and swelling over the sand (ha) into the dialogue of Nero Ado. When I took my hand off the wall of the wooden plank, I heard a shivering noise, and the roof of the hay swayed (yu) from pillar to pillar.

Ado laughed with pieces, screaming to sing "No, no, no, no, no".

"I can't stop living in a house like that! You can live in a cave in a rocky place for a while, keep warm with a burning fire, or you can burn an isoginchuk and live."

"Ugh, no Isogynchuk life... the previous Ancient Tree house was good, fashionable, comfortable"

"You can't help it because it's broken, can you? Besides, Coffin and Separca are cleaning the meadows and opening the crop fields, so I couldn't be there anyway. This place continues with Coffin, but because Morgue winds don't blow in because of the terrain, it's a place where people say it's a habitual place (cuckoo) and it's started out of the territory. So the Coffins don't get close first."

"Habitats?

"It's a magical land of misfortune when you step in. It's not perfect for the Demon King's lair!

Ha ha, and laughing high Ado, Ash gave up to support the house and came to the puddle of the cove.

It's certainly just a place where they say it's a demonic land and signs of life are rare. If you don't see a single shadow of fish in the water that is supposed to be connected to a vast sea plain but penetrates through it, and you think there is something that moves from time to time, it's a different form of shellfish tongue that makes you worry about eating it for a bit, or a luminous squid like fine garbage. Besides the sound of the waves, only the water in the cove doesn't move perfectly together like a mirror. This also does not cause fish to be flushed from the outer sea (and Umi).

Most of all, a decent place for seafood would not be a habitat, and it should have been placed under the control of King Coffin, who suffers from famine. I guess there's no choice but to have an inedible creature.

"... but... it's a beautiful place."

"Everywhere is clean without humans. Isn't it great to be the last piece of land in Ash's life? You live here all the time, don't you? with dust."

Ash looks back at Ado's words, which flaunt her on the sand. "Hmm?" he said to the person holding up the end of his mouth, shrugging his nose head in the same cheek.

"Except if something happens that I have to move..."

"If nothing happens, you'll be with the Demon King? Ma, Ash is all over you, and you have nowhere to go. Nobody's gonna complain about you living in a quiet cove until your brain melts."

"What about Ado? Rayakerth... can't you find Rayakerth, who may have become immortal just like Dust?

Ado has eyes that can see far away for a moment. But immediately, back to his original eye, he said, "Well, maybe yes, no," and waved one hand flickering.

"I'm a little tired of dealing with God. I'm not gonna go looking for anything else."

……

"I don't know, assuming my father isn't dead and he's still wandering the world... then why do you think he hasn't come to see me for centuries?

Ado closed his eyes and continued with a sigh of "I'm dead," he said.

"I'm sure I was bored by Hilnor's regression sword and he broke it down into pieces like Mariella and disappeared. Otherwise, I'd be too cute."

"... ad..."

"It doesn't mean you've become a burning demon king, reunited with a real family soul, and satisfied. I don't mean I've forgotten about the daughter of the crop.... that's not what Rayakels is in my memory. So I'm sure he's dead. I'm not in this world anymore."

Really? It was so decided.

Approaching Ado, who said in a stinging voice, Ash holds her body together. Ash made me laugh all the brighter at Ado, who gave me the sidelines.

"Add. dinner, what would you like? I still have the food from the ancient tree house."

"... I'm not stupid. You can't eat without guts."

"But you feel the taste, don't you? I felt like eating just me every day. Do you like sweet? Or do you like teasing? I have lamb ray flowers and salt so I can make both."

"You! I'm going to have to live in this poor land to eat monkey, and I'm not going to waste it! Me and the dust don't have to eat, it's okay!

"You're going to eat at your desk, you're going to feel like a family, right?

And Ash looked at the ads that hung his cheeks with eyes that reflected the waters of the cove.

"Let's live together, Ado. Me, it's a bummer now, but I'm sure I'll be able to build a nice house... and I'll remember everything I need to live. Even if the world changes again. I think we can get over it and fight it.

So... have dinner with me. Live your life with me and Dust. "

"…………………………………………………………………. KEEP. There's life and shit in a corpse doll."

Guh, and once he pushed Ash's chin away, Ado still, not trying to get out of Ash's arms - holding himself, "Well, I'll think about it," and distracted his gaze in a direction that didn't go away.

"This one won't be killed in time anyway. It's on me. Keeping up with the living will be a good hippocampus."

Ash nodded silently at Ado's words, grinning.

In a gray world, thin columns of light descend from the clouds.

A glimmer of light swept back onto the mirrored surface, and he swam to the corner of the cove as the large brightly colored ai that was pouring on the sand in the sea seemed to twinkle.

Since the time of the original demon king, it has enclosed a thousand years of time and the souls of those who lived it, the world of coffins.

Ash stood at that slice, closing his eyes - eventually heard from the rear, to the sound of stepping on the sand, his ears shut.

Sakukuku. Sakuku. From time to time, the sound of the ash spilling Sarasa turns on the shoe sound.

On the shoulder of the dust standing next to him, Ash opened his head with his eyes closed. An ad in his chest rattles his nose and makes the sound of his arms joining together.

In a habit where the wind wasn't supposed to blow in, come on, and a breeze descended that smelled like grass for a while.

A wave rises on the surface of the mirror, and ripples spread toward the outer sea -

In the distant clouds lay a single lightning bolt, and a shadow of a dragon.

- That's it.