Hitsugi no Maou

A storm of cursing like a fiery (no longer) fire. Almost all of the men gathered at the temple were hitting Sabitoga with a voice of anger and condemnation.

Tell me something like that, don't you just want to fix your dirty work after all? Tens of millions want to deceive the sin of execution but not borrow the king's authority for it. Shame on you.

- But you're not supposed to say that to them.

They do not meet that requirement, either as statesmen or as citizens, as the laws of the country or as they seek to trample upon the will and dignity of the king. Sabitoga's remarks were certainly inappropriate on this occasion, but there was not one person in this room, such as the one who could dignify it.

Criminals. Rebels. Sabitoga, pointing at such people, bit at his nagging, and gave his gaze back to Prince Mitten, who looked up at himself. The prince already has a proud look on his face and speaks graciously so that he may give (keep) the word of mercy to the loser.

"Executioner. In the first place, it was more or less impossible for you to give a speech and ask the truth about me. All those who are here are prepared to obey me. If I were king, I would be ruined."

"... are you willing to overthrow the law in numbers and rob the throne... and Purge Guna, the rule-of-law state, until today"

"The people govern the nation is my ideal. To make that happen, I'll have you work too."

Prince Mitten peeks into Sabitoga's frown-rooted face.

"Why do you think I'm bothering to call a little official like you here and bring him in? If you only get the throne as an object, if you have a Kingsguard (eh) Warlord who binds the soldiers of the Royal Palace, that's fine. But you can't do that. Truly holding the throne means subjugating people's hearts. That is, the hearts of the people.

"... your vessels will not allow you to intoxicate the people"

"That's why I use you. Executioner of the great predecessor. The Ultimate Hand of Law. With that blade you shrink and prune the hearts of the people."

My rule is due to fear. Something pushed by death and blades.

To the sabitoga that runs his eyes blood, Prince Mitten holds up his mouth angle to all the tears. The voices of the rebels, who had only been fierce and insane, soared with slight signs of shame (chijku) and anxiety.

"The most feared by the people in this country is neither a soldier nor a thief, let alone a king. He is a royal executioner who only chops human flesh to death. Adults, children, good men and evil men tremble in their brutal and mundane places of work and fear from the bottom of their souls. You are the most specific symbol of fear in Purge Guna. If it were to obey my life, the people would understand that King Mitten was born with emotion before reason."

……

"I want all the other princes executed"

Several men grabbed Sabitoga, who trembled all over his body. Prince Mitten fingers his thick, bloated cobwebs.

"Good execution no one has ever seen before. Why don't you skin your whole body with these hands? Dismantling humans with bare hands can be a good 'publicity'. I can inform the people widely of what end those who frighten me will follow. Then salt the skins and feed them to the princes' mothers. The sight should be legendary and leave my glory for good."

"Try it yourself!

"An idiot. Can you do that with my delicate nerves? Don't be with your rotten heart."

Prince Mitten sighs at Sabitoga, who grips (nibbles) the more bones sound. "I didn't know I didn't understand our warmth," he turned his back curly.

"How much easier it is for me to make a mistake with my hands than to see a good friend Prince Shibki get killed if he didn't want to by crude soldiers. That's a total shame you're telling me to give you that right.... Hey, executioner. Don't make me say it again and again. I am trying to make you take on this burden because I have a legitimate appreciation of you. The royal family, who truly understands your worth, has no other master to worship but this prince Mitten. I don't know why."

"Say my name."

Tickled, Prince Mitten's shoulder trembled.

To the prince looking back slightly, Sabitoga continues with the eyes of a beast who does not trust him in any way.

"Say clearly in your mouth the name of the executioner you are rightfully appreciating. Try calling me by a name that points to an individual, not" you "or" executioner. "

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"How can you say you truly understand someone you don't even remember your name from? It lacks too much weight as a king's word. Light."

"Will Shibki call me? What's your name?"

Prince Mitten quickly turned around like a small animal, poking his finger at Sabitoga's face. (10) In the dark eyes, like a temple, is the figure of the executioner.

"Why did you come so far and turn to me? Do you still think there are people who value their lives when they execute? What the hell is this rebellion for?"

"My name is" The Spirit of the Word ", given to me by His Majesty the late King."

Sabitoga's open eyes approach Prince Mitten's.

"The blood of the sinner bored by the execution spear leaves rust (rust) on the blade. Carve only the number of blames (toga) (sins) for judging rust (rust), keep counting and remembering, but my mission. … do not dare to produce rust of the blameless"

That's my name.

In Sabitoga's words, Prince Mitten carved thin cracks in his face, shaped blood vessels, and eventually sounded a beastly voice, into the temple.