Hitsugi no Maou

If you continue to work as an executioner, you will eventually no longer be seen as a person. Yes, a generation ago, the royal executioner, Sydow said.

When he went up to his home while he was away, and executed the bandits who had killed his wife, he deliberately slaughtered a place other than the bone inheritance, and sank the prison in a sea of blood.

Sydow chopped up the bandits crying out of the pain of hell more than a dozen times a person, shredding the flesh, crushing the bones, and bleeding to death to give. In a place of public execution, lined up with kings and nobles.

The prison was filled with scolding and sympathy for Sydo, who deliberately failed to behead and suffered brutal private sentencing, but Sydo tore his own belly to the cross and left the world before the outfield came to justice.

Sabitoga's spear incorporates the blade of the execution sword that Siddow was gripping at that time.

The blade of a man who exploded his emotions into the death of that doll and gave up his life, saying that people only look like chunks (heaps) of flesh, only like dolls that can remove their necks.

Every time Sabitoga grips it, she wonders if she will be okay with it.

Sabitoga also has eyes that take the human body more structurally and as an object than he is an executioner. I know as an experience how bones, meat and skin are connected, and where and how they can be removed and destroyed.

No matter how much the opponent cries out or begs for mercy, he can execute his sentence solemnly and dismantle it to a piece of meat. That is what makes me a first-rate executioner and I can say that I am qualified to name the ultimate enforcer of the law.

However, the previous generations of Sydow regarded their ways as' distortion '.

He thought that if he were a person himself, he should feel a minimum value for the human body and for human life. Like a doll, I thought it was an anomaly to be able to break it like an object and stay fine.

Such a sydow allowed me to be wholeheartedly angry, disturbed by the death of my own family and emotionally relinquish my responsibilities as an executioner. Shame on him as a royal executioner, but let him follow his own soul. I could have given up my life to dare (like this) a cruel and unusual private sentence.

That must have been more of a human act for Sydo than anything else.

It must have been a much more humane act of my own than to let the killers give me a painless sword because I was at work, even though they killed my wife.

That's why Sabitoga thinks. I wondered if I would be all right after all.

Sabitoga has no wife. Because he was originally an orphan, he also had no parents, brothers or relatives.

I had friends, but since they were appointed executioners, they have all become alienated (somnolence) and approximate. There is no longer a single best friend who burns his soul together.

Sabitoga didn't even have a human being who would give up the responsibility of the executioner.

Even if one of the humans I knew sinned and was sent to me, Sabitoga felt somewhat stuck or pitied - I didn't end up moving one eyebrow (mayu) and didn't feel like I could wield an exact painless sword.

It was an unlimited proximity to the figure of an executioner who once feared (kigu) and feared not to acknowledge the fundamental value of man.

The ultimate executioner is a monster of inhumanity. A living Reaper who can make all mankind equally worthless pieces of flesh.

Even if I were to behead my most hateful enemy or, conversely, my most beloved companion, I would be able to carry out my mission peacefully and quietly.

I wonder if you have such a devil's heart that you can easily take human life and take the flowers of the wild.

Sabitoga refuses to be a monster at the last minute. Every time she sees the blade of Sydo, every time she grips.

You can't stay without such anxiety.

……

Sabitoga glanced at the face of the swinging reaper in front of her, leaving her in a nappy, fallen position.

The area is bright and full of sunlight. Soon from the darkness of the night when it was dawning, Sabitoga's consciousness slowly returned to this world.

There was a smell of blood in the back of the nostrils, but there was no pain anywhere in the body. A spear pattern that shakes (yu) around the bluish sky in the neat of sight. Sabitoga stared at it for a few more seconds before opening her eyes all the way and jumping up.

Right next to him, he said, "Whoa!" and the man's voice goes up. Keeping his hips on the rock, he glanced at him, and the man who was trying to pull through the spear that had stabbed him in the head of the bloody bear remained stiff in that position.

"... where are you going to take it?

"What! No, wait, no! It's not!

What's the difference? What doesn't? When the man moved his hand off the spear, he took a step away from Sabitoga.

I did the farmer's thing, it's a young man. He is wearing a brown torso with no sleeves (so on) on top of his rat-colored work clothes and wearing black boots.

It's not called adventurous style. Sabitoga stood up slowly, checking again what was going on around her.

The rocks are littered with burnt-out branches of incendiary fire, causing slightly thin white smoke to rise.

There's a bear lying right next to where Sabitoga was falling last night, dripping blood and guts into the rocks. I remember stabbing a spear in the head of a bear, even though I remembered, and I didn't remember judging my belly. The fur on her leg is also peeled off when she looks at it, and it is only reddish.

There's also no appearance of a girl who should have challenged the bear together. Sabitoga was interrogating a farmer-style man with his hands sticking out this way, holding his head down.

"Didn't you see the girl? Wearing hemp, a thin kid."

"Yes, no, I haven't seen it. You're the only one who was here. You and Lord Bear were the only ones who fell down."

"... are you dead..."

To Sabitoga, who grabs the spear pattern and pulls it out of the bear in one breath, the man says, "Didn't you kill him?" and shake his neck.

The bear's tongue was stretching out plenty and his brain was spilling slightly from the eyeball cubicle. He was lucky enough to smash his skull (unclean) with a blow. Sure, it is.

I peeked at my torn belly and many of my guts had been taken away. It's possible that other animals came by, but probably because of last night's girl.

After Sabitoga defeated the bear, he took only what he wanted. Sabitoga tries her hand on the injured area in the battle with the bear. There was a lukewarm feeling between the eyebrows and chin. If you sniff with your fingers, it stinks badly. Probably the fat of a judged bear.

Do you intend to take care of it? Sabitoga, who unconsciously loosened her cheeks on the girl's signs of caring, realizes at the same time that the ceramic chin bones she was wearing were gone.

Did it crumble when I took a stone bath? Sabitoga holding his chin, but the man in front of him took exactly the lost ceramic chin bone out of his two places.

"... think of it as a rare decoration. Hey, um... I was just watching."

To the sabitoga that narrows his eyes, the man returns his chin bone with a bad appearance of a rash. Sabitoga dropped her eyes on her own luggage bag at the other person's feet as she received it. The man steps back even worse.

"Rarely... I thought it was a bag, so..."

"The next step is to confirm the life and death of the owner before taking the tools away. You can't complain about being slashed and thrown away without asking a question, unless you intervene or stab him in the stomach."

"I'm not that bad of a bitch to be stuck! I was just walking in the woods and I saw a thin smoke, so I guess I just stopped by. Then you were down with Lord Bear. Oh, God, have mercy! I'll inherit this man's artifact. Long live! And here's the thing......!

Sabitoga pulls her luggage bag in a spear pattern as she looks sideways at the man who turns things around in good shape.

It's a joke, but he's certainly not a villain. It was fortunate, in a way, not to be discovered by a person who tore the throat (throat) of an unconscious Sabitoga and stripped him.

Above all, he is probably an external seeker, just like Sabitoga. Sabitoga, who had been left behind by the girl she had met because of it, offered one hand to the man with minimum vigilance.

Sabitoga.

"What?"

The smile that was floating on the edge of Sabitoga's mouth (the scissors) disappeared on his opponent, who rounded his eyes properly. The guy said, "Uh!" He raised his voice and shook Sabitoga's hand up and down.

"That's a name! It sounds unusual, so I thought for a second! Hey, nice to meet you! Nice to meet you!

"... you are"

In Sabitoga's white eyes, the man pulls his cheeks as he squeezes his red-brown hair stretched out to the nod. "It's a straw," he lowered his head, making a cute smile.

"I say Strawman to be exact. But we're all long, so I'll skip Straw, yes."

"Right. Then Straw, let's just move the place. This place is full of the smell of flesh and guts. If there are other bears nearby, they'll definitely come by."

To Sabitoga, who points to the bear's carcass with his thumb, Straw says in advance, "Wait a minute!" He raised his voice.

"Are you throwing away all this prey!? There are only about as many eating monkeys in these woods as there are bunny nuts! Let's just judge and take it for a little while!

"... that's all the more dangerous if you stay (most) long. I'll just wait five minutes. Cut just what you eat."

Sabitoga said softly as she looked down at the meat of the thin snake she had wrapped around her finger yesterday. An unarmed straw turns his back and runs to his own luggage, which was rolling a little further away.

Looking at his back removing scissors from a baggage bag full of calves, Sabitoga noticed that, furthermore, beyond the baggage bag, there was a leg stretched by something other than a straw.

Eventually, as Straw turns to the bear's carcass with the scissors in his hand, the face of the Lord of the tossed legs enters his sight.

- Kakashi. Kakashi's face, just stitched (not) with dirty Zuda bags in thread, is nagging to escape the light of the sun.

Kakashi, sewn with two large perforated buttons in the eye area, wore gloves and shoes on his hands and feet made of straw (straw) and sliced bars, as if exhausted workers were there to sit down on the road.

Kakashi (Strawman) …….

Sabitoga gripped the spear pattern on her fingers as she desperately shifted her gaze to the back of the man who was judging the bear's flesh.