Hitsugi no Maou

Sabitoga and the others could not imagine what reason the rotating and moving earth could continue to be (ah) overhead without collapsing into this underground space.

There may be some tough (ginger) rock formation just below the plate that raises it, or the roots of the trees. It may become apparent if the fire of the pine lights reaches the ceiling, but there is ink-like darkness standing over the head looking up. The only crack in the rock that was lowering the light (when) was also too deep in the surrounding darkness to blur the contour (Rinkaku).

Sabitoga walking across the bridge looking up, the ledge behind her whispered. Lower your gaze as you reply raw. Nodding haha, hihihi and breathing disturbed by the mess of the ledge desperately crossing the bridge.

Eventually, after crossing the moat (dust), the girl properly removed the handover bridge and then led the Sabitogas to the square in the middle of the settlement.

In the square was a branch leaf of Buna piled up like a hill, and the girl collapsed it somewhat and assembled it a little further away.

Transferring the pine light fire, the dry branches make a bee sound and burn up. A wet (not) rat straw and a ledge rushed over, offering both hands to the burning fire and saying, "Whoa!," he shook his whole body and cheered.

"Fire! Fire! There it is. There it is!

"There is a saying in my country that there is no distinction between fire and fire, which means that the fire that hits in cold weather is a local burning fire or a fireplace fire, and it both feels wonderful!

"Shaggy adults. I'll wipe your body off the house and bring you some nappy cloth, so take off your clothes by then and squeeze it. If we don't dry by tomorrow, we'll be leaving dressed in cucumbers."

A girl who leaves with a pine light and goes to one of the surrounding houses, as the word goes.

Sabitoga dropped that back off and then just dropped her luggage on the rugged black stone and turned her gaze to Straw and Ledge, who were about to be naked.

The two squeeze their jackets and trousers off the shears they took off at the very least, dropping the chicks and water to the ground. A small river formed in the square, which naturally drifted towards the moat according to the slope.

Sabitoga also took off her cape and took off her protective gear and clothes. Before squeezing the moisture from the equipment, check for scratches hit by Kronov.

Thanks to submerging in the lake, the wound had been washed away. But the redness of the open wound on his shoulders, arms, and chest also pops into his eyes vividly.

I still have good arms and shoulders. Put a cloth on it and it will heal the wound. But only the chest needed stitching.

Sabitoga took off all her clothes and shoes (creases), and also removed the ceramic chin bones and clawed them before the burning. Put the spear away and explore the luggage bag. When I took out the small box containing the medication, Straw called from the side, wondering if it was completely sour.

"Can I help?"

"Thank you. I'll disinfect the wound, will you sew it later?... you have experience, right?

"Absolutely. Hey, Reggie, you squeeze your clothes. It's like that cloak feather, so don't break it."

Unlike Sabitoga and Straw, Ledge nodded unconsciously hiding his groin in his skin. As he turns his back on the two of them and begins to squeeze his clothes, Sabitoga opens the small box in his hand and takes up the vial with the poisonous drug solution.

There were other ointments of wound medicine (like this) in the shell in the small box, but this one was mixed with the water in the box and dissolved. Sabitoga opens the stopper and runs out of all the medication while smelling the ointment stained in the vial.

Next, the needle and thread for suture were released and the needle was flamed with fire. The yarn unwinds from the rod of the yarn roll and cuts out the inner yarn that is not sucking water. Eventually, the cold needle and thread were offered to the straw.

Straw's sutures were surprisingly extremely polite and accurate. Let's narrow his eyes to a rip and sew a fine scratch. He talks as he moves his hand to Sabitoga, who devours his teeth.

"It's even more so now. What do you think of this situation?

"... What do you mean?

"Until just two hours ago, you and I were alone, lost our way in the woods, and you were on our way. That's two more people on the road now, and they're on fire in a place that smells like civilization. What a twat, what, you don't even think about it, do you?

Sabitoga looks at the straw and exhales as she senses the meat to be sewn twitches and has a fever.

"I don't feel malice or hostility from that kid. I've met so many villains before and pulled the curtain of that life. Some of them had children. I have confidence in my eyes to discern dangerous people."

"Oh, I don't like that kid. But when I met that kid and he showed me here," Situation "wasn't my favorite."

"What do you mean?

I finished squeezing Sabitoga's clothes, and the ledge spread by the burning fire came to my mouth. Straw criticized Ledge's body, which had less muscle mass than Sabitoga and Straw, as "womanly." Shutro answers Sabitoga's chest wound again as he returns to the ledge.

"Reggie, hey, you, why are you here on this island? What's the point? Naturally, it had to do with immortal water, didn't it?

"Well, well. There's no way a human being isn't interested in immortal water by coming to this island. I... my party came to save the country by getting immortal water."

As Straw sewed Sabitoga's meat, he said, "Save the country. Ah?," he said with a high voice without darkness. Reggie's face was slightly distorted by a voice that clearly contained (fuzzy) colors of scorn.

"My country is in a lot of trouble with infectious diseases now. More than a thousand people die every year, and doctors don't know how to treat them, and they make noises. High stone walls are built around the village where the infected people left off, and they're completely isolated. That's how more than half of the national territory is sealed inside the stone walls, and the sick are left to die in the shade in despair. You'll never forgive me for this as a person. That's why adventurers like us traveled abroad looking for hope."

"So you've got eyes on the legend of the Devil's Island? You want me to find immortal water that turns creatures into immortal beings and give them to the sick to drink? Nice work. Immortality does not necessarily lead to the full cure of the disease. You might stay sick and suffer forever. If you want to die, you can't die."

"... If you still have hope, you should give it a try. Everyone has the right to live."

"Hey, you know what?"

Straw finished sewing Sabitoga's wound and cut the thread with his teeth. Straw's eyes toward the ledge are as inhuman in colour as Kakashi's buttons.

"People don't have the right to live. I'm just having an illusion. If you don't go home with immortal water, the dying will die. Just like any other animal."

……

"Nice work, you guys. For the sick of others in the red, he jumped into the island of the devil with a lump of beauty. Really splendid. So weak and useless."

"Huh!

"I can assure you. You guys, you're not a 'party'. You don't have a sick person in you. A perfectly healthy, well-intentioned salvation from a town not surrounded by stone walls"

Ledge slowly pulled his teeth into his lips (chills) and pulled them into his eyes.

Straw continues his words to the Ledge with one hand against Sabitoga, who is turning a stern eye.

"People who really hate infectious diseases directly from the front and want to save their tormented bodies and companions don't use words like 'I can't forgive you as a person' or 'People have a right to live'. Pick a more stuffed word. The good words you say are directed at poor people who don't even know their faces. This terrible thing is happening in my own country, I can't forgive it, I'll fix it, you know."

"It's... it's true that there are no infected people in me..."

"I'm fighting over someone else's situation, you. I have other personnel. I'm talking about a step back from where I was. That's what I'm talking about. Let me save you all, let me help you, let me challenge you to the Island of Demons instead. … such a noble motive to come here is, on the contrary, selfish and noble. A man who fights for motive is an enemy.

I'm challenging the Island of Demons because I'm happy. I'm risking my life to save my life. Maybe most of the landers are the same. "

The desperation is different. Sabitoga accidentally grabbed Straw's shoulder, saying so, "Thank you" once and then carved a crease between his brows and said.

"But... there are things in the world that I don't have to tell you. The Ledgers who gave their lives for others are splendid. You don't need to put"

"I said I was defeated to defeat him. Or should I just say," I got knocked out because I stepped into a dead place with a licking attitude. "

"Talk back, Straw"

I shouldn't have talked about this originally.

To Sabitoga, who devoured his fingers on his shoulders, Straw laughed after turning his lips (creaking) with a fierce (and) look like a beast for a moment, but immediately, heh.

He said in an unnaturally intimate tone to the ledge staring at the ground, carefully untying Sabitoga's fingers and returning the needle and thread to his hand.

"I mean, the people who come to this island of demons are mostly immortal, even the wary ones who have been ready to fight desperately. You know, bragging about the power in your arms, famous knights, famous adventurers, they've been trying to attack countless visitors for over a thousand years."

"... so what are you saying..."

"If some of those people are particularly strong and competent, and have received the help and directions of the people of Mi-na birth canal... don't you think this is a terrible thing? The greatest warriors of all mankind, hundreds and thousands of them in history, have reached the oldest secret of our destinations."

Slowly raising his face, Ledge opened his mouth and blinked his eyes. Straw turns his face to Sabitoga and goes on to say more.

"I think we were thinking this way somehow before we walked into this island. On the sleeping island of the strange treasure of immortality, the water, there is a place where mankind has not yet been traced, and nature and treasure are available as long as we find out there. You may have fought a beast who has never passed or seen a dangerous place, but in the end it is a treasure hunt. The possibility of treading the island is for me, too.

But what if this island had already been trampled by its ancestors? Maybe there's immortal water, if it had already been figured out...?

"Even if we could reach the oldest secret and get to a place with immortal water, it would mean that some sort of obstacle awaits us afterwards. The reason my ancestors couldn't get off the island alive.... maybe it has something to do with that girl choosing only a strong seeker to guide her."

"Think calmly. Ah, it's too convenient for an Aboriginal with a mission to guide the Seeker. To the stranger," Welcome, I'll show you where the island's treasures are, go ahead and plunder as much as you like "? Impossible. I feel bad for the bastard who figured out how this works. There's definitely some kind of ura."

"The eagles thought the same thing"

Suddenly the voice of the girl heard from behind made Straw jump (ha) all over her body as if she were a cat.

A girl who had left the pine light was coming back without a pine light. Did you leave it somewhere? The most settlements have smooth blackstone ground, and nothing is likely to take their feet apart from the mountain of branches of Buna. It was also possible to walk on the burning fire as a landmark, if only to come back to Central Square.

While Straw pointed at the girl with Reggie, he said, "Ahhh!," he raises his voice loudly. The girl was changing her wet (not) hemp clothes into another dry hemp clothes. Same clothes with skirts as before, but the tips of the skirts and sleeves (so on) are rippled. It was just a little costume.

"I got it! I just dressed myself! We're on fire!

"Not dirty! It's a eagle village, so it's natural to have eagle clothes! Unfortunately, I've used my adult clothes for burning, so I don't have any for Omae and the others!

"Something smells like perfume from your hair! I'm keeping you tight! Oh, but it stinks!

"It doesn't stink! It's Buccolos! It's the smelling water made by stewing the sap and the fat of the beast with the battle makeup of the people of the birth canal! It's my call to go to the oldest secret! It's a testament to being alone, so to speak!

The girl threw the thick nappy cloth in her hand as she yelled back at Ledge and Straw. Hip down by the bonfire as you throw the same thing at Sabitoga. When I laughed at the men as they held their knees, they squirted their noses.

"... as much as Omae and the rest of the Gentiles think, even the people of the birth canal think. The unnaturalness of the mission inherited from my ancestors, about a sign of the hidden intentions behind it. But in the end, it's just like Omae and the others. Half the people in the birth canal who travelled to the oldest secret will never return, nor will those who return ever say what happened before their mission. So unless you step into a dead place, you don't know the truth."

"Wait, is there someone coming back? You think the people of the birth canal who led the Seeker to his oldest secrecy, that is, to come home alone?

The girl looks sideways at Sabitoga and nods as she immediately turns away.

"My eagle parents were. Only those who fulfill their mission and return alive will be the 'parents' of the people of the birth canal and will be allowed to have children. Completing a mission is a condition for getting old."

"So that's a story.... but why are you alone now? The other guys already said they'd traveled to the oldest secret border, but there were grown-ups who no longer had to go on a mission, right?

In this village. And the girl answered the straw with her neck lifted, and her knee flashed with her face.

"One of the people of the birth canal brought a Gentile named Adora Simon here. It was months ago."

Sabitoga follows her memory to the sound of a name she remembers. Signature of the Buna trunk (Miki) that first caught my eye when I landed - Hungry Old, followed by Kronov, the name of the last one.

In the girl's eyes, a light of relaxation and strong emotion appeared.

"Adora Simon is not just a Gentile. Coming from a country called Coffin, he was a warcrafter on a fox (tight) as big as a wearbear. He destroyed this village. Without a sword or a spear, just a breath."