Hitsugi no Maou

"Are you alone?

To the man who approached him as he inquired, the girl rose out of the shade, letting the bear's guts (waffles) be loaded on the skirt of hemp clothes.

Girl with blood all around her mouth and mountains of organs. The man instantly reveals the colour of his vigilance.

It was a blonde man with a beautiful face who found the girl who was eating. Dressed in bright blue armor with long shoulders, he raises his voice high as he lays his hands on a silver sword pattern (eh). Several replies came back to him calling for "hey!" from across the tree. I have company. The girl stepped back (hi) with her skirt organs supported with both hands.

"Reggie, what's going on?

"A survivor. But things are not right..."

"Oh, my God, this guy! What are you eating!?

There are five men and women who appear one after the other. Are they all young and supple and twice as old as girls? Nice figure and has some items in the trick. Young pioneers full of dreams, hope and strength in the big capital. It's such a style.

A woman with an iron breast punched on top of her fine clothes has stretched her fingers with a gentle grin. "Where did you come from?" A man named Ledge, who first appeared, sharply controls her.

"Come on, Muti! Don't be alarmed!

"That's right! It could be a man-shaped demon!

"No way...... such a little girl? You think too much, because how much is an island of demons..."

The girl stepped further back and narrowed her purple eyes as the youngsters began the debate, watching some of them pull out their swords.

The blades in sight are all superior swords well researched. It is oiled and glowing in the wake of a wood leak.

Beautiful, picky, possibly brand new weapon. Have you made a new one to challenge the Island of Demons? Or did you get it long ago and then never use it, just keep lowering it down to your hips like a decorative (razor) rib?

It was also apparent to the eyes of the young (little) girl that, in any case, the group of swords had never torn the flesh of a creature.

The hands of the fine sword-grabbing youngsters also reveal something dangerous.

"Not the Omaes."

Five young men look at the girl who raised her voice as if she were surprised.

A viciously shaped crease ran like a wolf (odd) on the face of a girl tanned in wheat.

Not these guys, no. With these sword arms, you can't survive the Island of Demons.

These guys die. Definitely turn to the loser side.

If I stay with these guys, I won't survive.

A man named Ledge tried to say something as he looked at the girl's light brown hair stretched up to her waist. Soon after, the girl flicks the skirt she was supporting and punctures the organs.

Turning her back on the flying organs and the young men wandering in the blood, the girl ran out. A sharp nail stretched from the shoe (snippet), hitting the bear's foot as it was, sprinkled up with fallen leaves.

The youngsters are coming after us. Whether you intend to protect the girl or crusade, you cannot have been caught.

Running, the girl remembers last night, the man with the spear who knocked down the bear.

He was a man who knew how to behave in the woods at night, how to deal with the beasts when they were relative (I want to), and how to fight them. I am much longer than the girl who was hunted down by the resulting attracted bear in the art of living in the woods.

The spear blade that the man had, instead of emitting light, was hidden within. Blistering, quiet, light-shaped blade. A blade that holds a tense glow, like wet in cold water.

That is a weapon that has sucked the flesh of many creatures. It has taken countless lives and created death -

Only human beings with such prizes can make their way to this island of demons. Gathering together hundreds of people with freshly beaten piquat swords is no addition. That's what this place is, and the girl grew up hearing it from her late parents now.

I wanted to join hands with that spear man. But it was impossible to drag a fainting grown man up the slopes of a rocky place.

The girl was beginning to regret the fact that she feared that other beasts would come by the blood odor and left the spear man with only a hand.

Half the searchers who visit the Island of Demons are unreliable dead ministers, like the young men who are now chasing themselves. None of those who entered the Island of Demons came back alive. But for some reason, we believe that we can uncover the secrets of the island and triumph over honor. Believe me, it actually lands and comes. That easy-going thought is on my face as a dead minister.

If they catch you and even protect you, the girl's fate will begin to fall into the same place as theirs. Be eaten by the beast or killed by other seekers......

You should have waited up (up) in the tree by your side until the spear man woke up. Even if the spear man was attacked by another beast who came by, it was worth the trouble until then, when his fate would really run out.

Such a good partner is not something to be found inside.

The girl continued to run as she licked the blood of the bear dripping from the tip of her nose and flew between the trees of Buna.