Hitsugi no Maou

"Let this mitten have so many words. How dare you! That much trouble killing all four inferior princes!

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"Don't you see, executioner! The birth of King Mitten is no longer the promised future for all the ministers gathered here! The other princes failed to match their pawns! Because of its virtue and lack of hope......!

"It's not because of virtue or people's desire that these people have put you on."

To the mittens that draw his face, Sabitoga turns her gaze to the men who are exposing him to the same look.

"Five successors were left before the throne of the sky. Before that unprecedented event, they had a hunch that the princes were fighting each other. If so, except for those who have a special loyalty or brother-in-law to each prince and those who respect His Majesty the King's will to protect all five princes… choose the most winning prince in order to prevent self-preservation, or the disintegration (disappointment) of the royal family itself"

"Ha! Isn't that why you're telling me! Because this prince Mitten has the finest vessel of rulers..."

"The whole nation plots (kakusaku) chaos during the King's funeral, which is noted by all foreign nations, and runs (really) to acquire the ministers. There can be no vessel, no virtue, no hope of the princes exposing themselves to such inhumanity."

All the contenders are ineligible.

Sabitoga, feeling the hand sweat of the men holding him down, was low, low everywhere, and pronounced guilty of the indoor people.

"Prince Mitten was chosen because he used every means to get to the throne, kicking the competitors, even the brothers who divided the blood, and buying them their chillness, their greed (and better) and their lack of forgiveness (shame). The other princes have year-to-year cowardice and conscience. Perhaps only Prince Mitten can take all the treason buds after he reaches the throne after chaos and defend his kingdom.

But that's what an unjust king looks like. A fiercer man without more humanity becomes king... whose zama is no different than a group of wild dogs deciding the chief (shukkai) at the end of their common meal "

"Therefore, as one of you, there is no one facing you without the king" - Sabitoga said so, and showed with his eyes the king's sacred coffin (ceiling) resting in the deepest part of the temple, behind the backs of the men who sit on the floor.

A temple that sinks into the silence that should be. Various emotions sank to the floor, and in the space where they erupted, the footsteps of Prince Mitten rang somewhat.

Turn your back on Sabitoga, prince walking slowly. He faintly trembled his throat (throat) as he passed between the ministers.

"In my reign, the executioner of the former king is useful. I don't care how disrespectful and offensive a man you are.... but, but... I don't need you to bow your head and join my men. Even if you subjugate to the end of torture and intimidation, it's the same thing.

If you fuck with me, that's it. If you don't have a choice, give up. "

Gradually, Sabitoga's eyes opened wide. The royal ministers other than Sabitoga similarly turn their open eyes as balls to Prince Mitten.

Prince Mitten was approaching the Sacred Coffin of the Father King, where everyone on the spot was avoiding sight. Then the hand drops the lid (lid) made of the stone of the Vajra (Kongo) onto the floor.

A number of sharp voices of restraint flew. But Prince Mitten stuck his hand into the sacred coffin, and would it... grabbed the skull of the flesh-dropped Father King in both hands.

Bukun, and Sabitoga's heart beats (ha). Prince Mitten, with dark eyes, told Sabitoga like that.

"Nothing like this. Interpretation, just bonedness. There's nothing divine about it, it's just a bunch of bones."

The next moment. Prince Mitten shook his arm and slammed the king's skull into a hard saint coffin.

Bones that had been cleansed with flames and chemicals are easily scattered and shattered. All I could say was screaming. A high voice fell from the mouths of the ministers.

"Only worship these mittens!

Two darknesses appear in Sabitoga's eyes, which devour his teeth.

"He who crosses the king, he who crushes the king's corpse! The temple. - The one who blasphemed the sacred coffin! Admire the mittens! Heavenly people! Put me over your head!!

- Let's talk about it.

Next to Sabitoga, Straw snaps.

His eyes are open in circles, slightly reflecting the colour of the sunlit grass, shining.

The same goes for Ledge and the girl on Sabitoga's shoulder. An eye full of light, like a treasure ball.

Sabitoga bent her knee as she kept walking, breathing, and nodded.

"Sometimes the road toward heights leads to the opposite."

- A little, though extreme.

There was a vast slice of meadow in front of Sabitoga and his companions.

End of the horizon I've even been aiming for hours. There was a slightly raised hill, and beyond it, there was no earth.

Suddenly appeared in the meadows, a huge hole.

That is the far bottom of the big hole where one of the cities is likely to fit perfectly, far away you can see the grass green and the water blue.

Its depth is clearly lower than at sea level. There were so many vertical holes through the interior of the island that it bore the sea.

"... are you going down?

Give me a break.

When Straw slipped his gaze along the edge of the hole, he eventually caught the slope in his right-hand direction.

On the side of a giant hole, there is a ramp carved to draw a circle. Draw a spiral (spiral) down to the ground. That's the way down to hell while still.

Straw with a loose face. A girl came down from Sabitoga's shoulder and returned a feather collar roll.

"Let's grab a meal and make a bunk. This hole isn't like you can get down in a few hours. Get some rest, get some strength, and start the offensive tomorrow morning."

Next to the nod Sabitoga and Ledge, Straw rolled into the grass like a child wasting time, crushing the skull he was putting on his head.