Hitsugi no Maou

The job of the executioner is not to interfere with the law. That is, it does not include acquitting the guilty person.

Whatever the murderer, and vice versa, no matter how much of a wretched sinner the circumstances should be exaggerated, once the court has mentioned the death penalty, he will drop his neck without distinction of any kind.

Only silent enforcement of the law is the role imposed on the executioner. Otherwise it is unacceptable to name the executioner.

That is' pre-construction '.

The justice of the executioner is the absence of doubt in the law. Don't wave your sword with personal affection. To be a machine without conscience that continues to snap even the neck of the sinner.

That is the 'true argument'.

But that's impossible first. The law is often a mistake, and one in a hundred executioners would be able to wave their swords in peace under that mistake. Only if the executioner also has a conscience can he sympathize with sinners who have been pressured to die because of obvious wrongdoing (enzo) or flaws in the law (kakakan), or drive the fat muscle that swings down his neck crazy.

Like a crossbow (duh) firing device that shoots arrows if you pull a lever, an executioner who never cowers, never flinches, never thinks, and surely kills a sinner. Its appearance, which the law makes ideal, abandoned sentiment, abandoned thought, became part of the law, both body and mind - to put it badly, swept away everything that was human, nothing more than livestock.

And livestock, however prebuilt or true, are unacceptable to people in an attempt to affirm their existence.

Sydow, who abandoned his pride and responsibility as an executioner and sentenced him to private imprisonment for his wife, was spit on by the worst of the law officials - but in the private sector, he has been called Yingjie, who put the pressure of court on him and discussed his wife's enemies.

Conversely, several generations before Siddow, the earl of Hisma, said to be the best decapitator of his time, when the royal executioner was still a hereditary system, unmoved and chopped off more than a hundred necks in his lifetime (soggy), cold (soggy), ruthless and brutal in the arms of his perfect and prestigious execution, exposed to some graves after his death and robbed of his body.

As for the original figure of the executioner, Count Hisma is undoubtedly more correct than Sydo. But because of its correctness, people are averse and hateful.

A creature who has no emotions whatsoever for killing humans. Ichimono that takes precedence over the biological human voice over the voice of the law.

As long as the law commands, any unreasonable judgment will be executed immediately. No sobbing man, no woman, no child, no old man, no good man, no evil man, no other person, no mercy in his body.

People instinctively judge that as an 'enemy'. Reason doesn't matter. A being who makes killing a creature of the same species as himself a living thing (i.e.) and keeps doing it flat as if eating it.

That is the definition of 'natural enemy' in nature. The executioner ideal for law is the natural enemy of mankind.

So people love Siddow, who was incomplete as an executioner.

Look, he was human in the end, too. He had received the help of an executioner, but at the end of the day he died a humane way. He had the same heart as us.

By saying that, I mourned Sydow, was saddened, and praised, I understood the race of executioners. Turn your back on the law for the dignity of your deceased family and take revenge. The behavior, the motive, is full of humanity and easy for everyone to understand.

But no one understands a complete executioner like Count Hisma.

People called him (Pepper), who continues to kill humans mechanically, a heartfelt fear, hatred, and livestock.

The fear that a monster who is outside our understanding, but who can't even feel the pieces of humanity, is in public office (ah) and may someday take over himself or herself. Disgust.

That was sometimes expressed not only by the people, but also by officials who were supposed to have appointed executioners and even by kings.

The way of execution is Shura's way. The more extreme it is, the less human it is, the less plush it is as a person, "Death Path (Sydow)".

When Sabitoga succeeded to the role of royal executioner, he was clearly pronounced so by the king.

"Is he alive? buddy."

Kakashi's face looked down at Sabitoga, which was underneath Kurnov's giant without his neck.

Sabitoga opens for a few seconds and then returns a sigh to the darkness of the kakashi with the blue and white moon on her head.

"Oh, my God"

"Hands off, I'll drag you out.... They're hanging up. Were you strong, Koz?"

"It was strong. Because you are an adventurer who has received the life of the Lord of one nation."

-Hey, so you fall for the bandits. -Take care of them.

Straw, who dragged Sabitoga out from under the corpse (Shikabin) and confirmed the wound, exhaled once more as he leaned his neck (Kakamu).

"Oh, pus if you don't treat it properly. Let's go back to the fire."

"Can you go back?

"How do you think we got here? You put up that string sign, didn't you? I was able to pick up the interruptions, so I'm worried."

For the first time since his encounter, Sabitoga exhaled "thank you" and relief (mostly) to Straw's reliable dialogue.

Then Straw stops moving for a moment and stares seriously at Sabitoga's face. To Sabitoga, who frowned (Mayu), Straw snapped something with his tofu and then put his head on "Ma, don't worry about it".

"I didn't make a big deal out of it. I killed one of the robbers over here, but you dealt with a bunch of them, didn't you? There's blood scattered all over the place. I'm really glad I didn't make it with the bandits before I met you."

"You must be begging. That's not true.... Oh, wait, Straw."

Sabitoga stops Stolo from getting up and about to walk out. In front of his reckoning opponent, Sabitoga lifted the cloaked sword of Sydow to the bottom of the spear, and from among the piles of fallen leaves woke up the man in blue armor who was being attacked by Kronov.

He still seems to be losing his mind, but he's breathing well. There are no obvious traumas other than bruising (me).

Straw somehow voiced dissatisfaction with Sabitoga, who carries a man in the mood.

"What the fuck, that bastard?"

"I was being attacked by a burglar. I think he's the same seeker we are. I'll take you with me."

"I don't like it. Full armor to protect your entire body except your inner crotch. You're an asshole to wear to a secret quest. It's too heavy, and sweating is less efficient and drains (and already drains) your health"

"You're carrying something like that, you say."

Straw, carrying Kakashi, snorted hard into Sabitoga's words and walked out again. "It's useless, that guy," said Straw, throwing up the throwaway dialogue.

Sabitoga adjusted the position of the man's weight, being careful not to crush his luggage bag, making sure there were no abnormalities in the man's breathing rhythm, before starting to follow the back of the straw going ahead.