Hitsugi no Maou

Walking through the unpopular (one-sided) royal hallway of mourning, he creeps through the immense stone gates, and Prince Mitten heads to the temple of the resting courtyard without his predecessor.

And if the king were to fall, I would spend seven nights in the temple, and purify the unclean air that I breathed in the world with the 'air' of the sanctuary. In the meantime, no one shall be allowed to approach, and the palms and flat surfaces shall also be at the door (s) of the temple. Because breathing the breath of the world without the king is to spook the tranquillity (Amnesty) after his death.

But Prince Mitten reached out easily to the rugged and coral doors of the temple. The surroundings of the prince instantly grasp and restrain the murderous Sabitoga.

Door that opens quietly. Prince Mitten breaking into the temple. The Secretary of the National Army poked Sabitoga's back with a silver blade tip when he pulled it out.

- Should we beat everyone on this scene right now? Sabitoga, a royal executioner, can also break the throat (throat) of the enemy behind him with his bare hands.

The impotent (fumblers) who pollute the king's soul. Even if I were a senior official, I couldn't complain about two or three of my bones being removed.

"Oh, executioner. Oh, my God. It's important, this is..."

The moment he gripped the bush, Prince Mitten raised his voice across the door. Do your gaze, or the door that was half-opened opens up vigorously.

... Sabitoga doubted my eyes. Behind Prince Mitten, with a full smile, sitting on the floor of a vast temple, were hundreds of super men.

Sabitoga, pushed back and knocked over the door, receives a frightening number of gazes at becoming Prince Mitten. The men gathered in the king's post-mortem bedroom, who must not enter, were the famous martial officers, clerks, and magistrates (cancer). A majority of those in key positions in the country are assembled here.

"Important, important. This is an important part of history. Hey, executioner."

Prince Mitten mumbles his words as he sings. Sabitoga was slightly, his stomach (f) shrugged in fierce anger and aversion as it burned and melted, and he spoke low to the people gathered in the temple.

"You guys... you know what I'm doing..."

Half of the people turned a blind eye from Sabitoga in various ways. But the other half don't change their complexion and keep staring at Sabitoga. Some shouted their noses, and in an unscrupulous (fuzzy) manner, even mockery leaked.

The shape of Sabitoga changed from the face of a man to that of a beast. Anger in the midst of a fiery fire made it no longer even possible to contain the voice. During the temple, Sabitoga's voice echoed.

"Do you know how important it is to be in this room right now! Blasphemy against the Spirit of the late lord, at the end of the day an insurrection against the royal family and an outrage that we cannot help but take!... are you going to abandon the king and replace him with a saddle (kura) for Prince Mitten...!

"Come on, you say something weird. You want me to throw my father out and saddle him into this mitten? We will inherit the throne from our father and be kings of the next age. That is, to follow me is to obey my father, and to devote myself to the royal family."

"The king has been commanded to protect all princes! They told me to worship the five princes equally! Assembling and treading against the temple in response to your decree is tantamount to putting other princes in jeopardy behind the king's will!

"... hey, executioner... why don't you just look at reality"

Prince Mitten raised Sabitoga with his black eyes.

"Protecting the five princes equally? You think that's possible? Do all five become kings and rule the country amicably? It is impossible for the five of us to discuss anything and run the country to the satisfaction of all five. Then divide the power into five equal parts, divide the royal family into five equal parts, and divide the country into five equal parts? The division of governance...... at its end is war. There will always be a war. Are you going to slap the country down into a world of war? What about you?"

"Do you think I would shut up if I spoke of civic wisdom? Hundreds of people know that the king's simultaneous reign calls for war. How difficult or unrealistic it is to make the King's will come true. It may not come true for talent from all over the country to come up with wisdom..."

Sabitoga pointed to the men sitting on the floor and found Prince Mitten from the front.

"You can't make such an insulting (kokokojiku) sight into history as legitimate! It is still good that the prince who captured the heart of the minister is ultimately the only one to be elected king, but you were working on the ministers during the mourning of the father king, making the money and positions of the treasury not yet under your control shine and increasing your allies! If the result is this' temple vandalism '... follow the law, judge the participants, but serve as executioners...!

To that dialogue, the ministers who had so far remained silent began to speak up. Objection. Cursing (just) miscellaneous. Even the judges in the courtroom were in on it.

Prince Mitten puts his hands together. Slightly less voice. Prince Mitten waves both hands. There will be even fewer voices, but there are still noises.

Weird! And the prince yelled, and for the first time the temple became quiet. That series of streams had already told the story of the shallowness of the bottom of the temple occupation by this prince Mitten.

There is only so much as counting the vessels of the prince and those who are heartbroken and obedient to humanity.

One man inadvertently rose from among the quiet ministers. The old martial officer was once a general who was looked after when Sabitoga was a soldier.

To Sabitoga, who narrows his eyes, the general cuts out, "Well, what is it?" while coughing (shedding).

"I know how you feel, but what Prince Mitten said is not a mistake either. No two kings enter the hive of a bee. Always the strongest king bee defeats the other candidates and dominates the nest with only one. One country, one king. This is the law of nature, from ancient times."

"We are not bugs. A human being. In a king who was chosen for an illegal, dishonest, unholy act of awe of authority, the nation did not protect him."

"Unfortunately, that's beautiful. The country is inherently dirtier. If you were one of the active officers, you would understand.

... can you be wholeheartedly proud of all the executions you've carried out? It shouldn't be ten or twenty questions about your actions, about the judgment of the law. Still, you didn't save any sinners, ignored humanity, and continued to bathe in cold blood. It took more than morality as a person. Isn't that also 'dirty' to keep the country? Isn't it a sin? So why don't you throw away your personal feelings and think about the whole country? "

As he heard the general's words, Sabitoga's brain gradually began to emit high fever like a ball of burning heat, conveying to his whole body a wave of awesome emotions as the blood in his body refluxed.

A passion too strong, similar to hatred, that cannot be expressed by the word anger, etc. Above all, it was unforgivable for a professional military man who knew neither the harshness nor the horror of the act of execution to have profited (liked) himself from the windy mouth he had learned.

An intolerable sense of rejection moved his mouth, and in the next moment Sabitoga remained emotional, slamming the raging anger at the general.

"Don't be ridiculous, old man. A! You make my role look 'dirty'!! Do you disdain (bump) the execution of the death penalty, which everyone hates, the executioner who continued to carry out the reaping of his life with the king's life! What the hell are you doing when you're a traitor!!

"! Wait, I...!

"Beautiful!? It is the royal executioner who waves the absolute righteousness of the law with the authority of the king on a white blade!! Necessary Evil, Legitimate Murderer in a Rule of Law State!! Do you think I would agree with that gruesome manipulation of a soldier who has only ever killed each other on the battlefield?

Let me tell you something, General! If the executioner denies the beauty of the state's privileged name... it will instantly become just a killer! The blade of the executioner has righteousness because it is under the authority of the law and the king! I can fix it! Otherwise, nothing will be the same as the blade of those murderers!

I killed a man under the authority of my predecessor, under the law of my predecessor! Then we'll have to follow it permanently! You can't leave the legitimacy of your own murder, the grounds for it! That's the race of executioners!!

Sabitoga continued to stare at the general as he uttered his mouth out and breathed roughly and repeatedly.

So after a few seconds, I finally realized what was going on, and I did my hand on the ceramic chin bone.

The general lays his eyes on the floor and bites his lips (chills) with a face that seems heartless.

In a quiet place, it is Prince Mitten who spills a slight and uplifting grin from the bottom of the earth.

"I see. Is that the truth? Executioner."

It was too late to regret it. In a place that speaks of the legitimacy of the country, the will of the king, the character and morality of those who ascribe the throne and those who ascribe it, Sabitoga has scattered her anger and convenience as her executioner.

Sabitoga was no longer a loyal minister to guide the royal end, but only a pathetic little official, distressed by his role and his work.