Hitsugi no Maou

Six months ago. Sabitoga was accidentally grabbed on the shoulder by one man in the royal palace of his homeland, Purge Guna.

The man's name was Mitten, and he was one of five princes of the king, who had been defeated by disease the other day.

Sabitoga immediately turned to Prince Mitten and lay down on his knees. That day was the day of execution of a big bandit whose army had been chasing him for three years, and the blood of the bandit crept snuggly from head to toe on Sabitoga's body.

Prince Mitten wipes his dirty hands with silk (quinoa) to the ministers he took because he touched such rust gah. Drawing a large arc, his mouth made a rubbing sound of the scalp and lips.

"I heard you were out of the army. Are you kidding me?

Sabitoga lifts her head slightly and sees Prince Mitten. The prince, who was twenty-two years old, painted her face white with the makeup of a woman. Finding traces of a woman kissing (sheeple) behind that makeup powder, Sabitoga lowered her face (toe) again before her disgust appeared on her face, voicing out.

"After receiving an orphanage boy soldier education, I served eight years. We were lucky enough to take the head of the enemy general in the battle of Kratokan to give His late Majesty the service of a royal executioner."

"Well, then you're the miscellaneous soldier who killed that Maganzara general. I hear you stabbed a general with innumerable arrows in the midst of a mixed war with a hold from his back. … is this the summation of the handles"

It was a good one. To Prince Mitten, who laughed so, Sabitoga closed her eyes and secretly sighed (tansoku).

This is always the case with royalty. Not knowing how many miscellaneous soldiers die a second on the battlefield, what faces they look like and what voices they fight aloud, only look at the results and condemn the soldiers.

Infantry soldiers, who are not given horses either, thrust into horseback riding and tank formations, aiming at the enemy's neck while only a few are killed by weapons. There is no longer any lust for honor there. Just flaunt the signs of imminent death from all sides and even specify where the blade is going. For myself to survive. Or to take the enemy on the road as a living sign. Just for that.

If an enemy general shows up in front of you in such a situation, whether he's under an arrow or turning his back and running away, it's not what I found out. Just stick the blade in your hand and kill it. What if I don't kill you?

That's how Sabitoga happened to take the enemy general's neck, and by chance the enemy troops withdrew and happened to be heroically lifted by their companions. That's all. There are no sardines to be accused of cowardly 'back stabbing' or anything like that after the war.

But there must have been some sort of insult (bump) intent on the part of the late King to take Sabitoga as a dirty actor, such as an executioner, not as a martial arts officer.

If the king thinks that way, naturally ministers and princes will be. Except for those who know the true battlefield... or a truly wise, rare royalty...

"I hear you're close to my brother Shibki. Executioner."

Sabitoga opened his eyes slightly to what Prince Mitten called himself to me, and unraveled his flat-faced posture. Stand up and stare at the prince and surroundings directly in front of you.

"I am a self-proclaimed being allowed to be used only by the King. Unfortunately, now Prince Mitten will speak of it with disrespect for the Spirit of the Predecessor, who is still in mourning."

"Turn yourself in! Executioner!"

From the scratch of Prince Mitten, who does not break his smile, the Secretary of State threw silk (quinoa) that he had earlier wiped (f) the Prince's hand. Rounded silk hits Sabitoga's brow and falls to the floor.

"If it were for the executioner," Sabitoga said, turning her bloody eyes to the surroundings of more than ten princes.

"You can't lay low on someone who behaves like a king without being on the king's throne. I will obey the law with the king who appointed me, but I will serve as a royal executioner. That should be the same for the martial arts and civilians."

"Lift your witty mouth..." Backstabbing "!

"Well, wait, wait. Don't be so serious."

Prince Mitten spread his hands and looked alternately at Sabitoga and the surrounding men.

He laughs blissfully, but his eyes are as black as a tweezer. It was this prince's natural characteristic that his black eyes were out of the crowd and big. If he loosens his eyelids at all, his white eyes stain black with both hidden eyes (dust).

The doctor diagnosed that it would be difficult to ascend to the throne, which would always cause vision abnormalities in the future, but Prince Mitten has no such signs so far. A pitch-black eye (yeb) looks up at the bloody rust gah in the form of a three-day moon.

"I deeply appreciate your loyalty to your role, executioner. But we can't withdraw this claim. Anyway, after Father's death, there's no other prince who can put this country together without this mitten."

"It's not up to you to decide that"

"So who decides? Five queens and five princes are the culmination of Purge Gunnar today. Every mother and child would want the throne without exception... then there is no other way to determine the owner of the throne other than with strength"

And this prince Mitten is the most prestigious man in the ministry.

Sabitoga looked razor-sharp from the back of the ceramic chin bone at his opponent's face, saying so.

Dark Phase. He had a face like no other. It is not a question of the shape of the skeleton or the size of the native black eye. The small size of its vessel, its hectic sexual roots, which do not even show the minimum majestic attitude to be taken in the mourning of the Father King as a prince, is manifested as a distortion of expression.

And mourning, the dark minister can be seen by almost all four other princes. The royal children who wander and run for the next throne at all times in an effort to hold one or more of their father's ministers. Mothers.

There is only one set of mothers and children quietly lurking in the room and conquering the Spirit of the King.

Just Prince Sibuki and his mother, who asked Sabitoga to drop her own neck.

Prince Mitten reached over Sabitoga's shoulder and pounded, once. The eye that was drawing the arc (this) opens up in a circle, like the black fruit of a slowly rotten wax.

"Come. Let us join hands together without father, and think about the future. I don't mind dressing like that... I need you. As one of the loyal ministers of the world ahead."

Prince Mitten walks out and passes beside Sabitoga.

Sabitoga found every one of the princes surrounding him, then returned his heels, and followed him after the darkness.