Hitsugi no Maou

The old man, who pulled up a fishing boat from the sea setting in the darkness at night, walked out of the sandy beach toward the village with a big bright blue fish, the catch of the day (or so).

The fish is as long as the old man's arm from head to tail, whilst the fat (bladder) creases into his belly.

He was a big guy who took a long time to weaken him and finally fished (one) up, which was hard to lift on his old hips, grabbing his tail and dragging his head around.

Even if it's not this big, this type of fish is delicious (good), boiled or baked, and can be sold at a high price. If I took it to the village chief's house, the young people would have processed it for trading right away and would have paid for it.

But the old man had no intention of swapping fish for gold. I'm going to cut off my head and the tastiest part of my back, and then I'm going to go around to my neighbor's house.

I need money, but now I wanted people to like me more than that.

There were already signs known to the other villagers that they had led the exotic executioners to the island of the demons. I should have sent out the ship to make sure no one had seen me, but an old man's granddaughter interrogated a friend about something like that.

Your grandfather asked if anyone had stopped dangerous people and led them to the sea.

I don't have any complaints about who is being led to the island of the devil. Just because many fishermen feel bad about the Devil's Island or the people who want to go to the Devil's Island, doesn't mean the Village Code (aside) or the laws of the country mention the Devil's Island.

Whoever you guide, whether you land, is on your own. Kids, anyway, don't say what good old adults actually condemned.

But still, the superstitious fishing villagers were "disturbed" at first, and it is the art of sacrifice to distribute about fish meat without words.

By taking the good luck quotient that caught the big fish (...), the old man no longer needs to bow his head that he doesn't even want to lower, and neighbors can forgive (loose) the old man with a smile. My granddaughter won't have to feel bad about it either. If you think so, about one of the fish, it was cheap.

I want to be spared that he was a good man at best when he died if he was a short old man.

Instead of showing that executioner out for gratuity, he did it because he wanted to stay in people's memories at all.

Even if he died (I) before himself and was a human being, if he remembered that there were such old men on the brink of breathlessness on the island of the devil. One day when I see you again in the afterlife, you might smile and offer me your hand. You've lived a long time, and you might be tempted.

How many people congratulate me on my death when I die. The old man thinks that is the value of man.

There is nothing more terrifying than welcoming a death that will not be blessed by anyone. That means my life didn't resonate with anyone's heart. It means I did nothing but harm to others. Life like that has no value.

Death is not terrible. It was horrible to be denied life with death.

The old man went up from the sandy beach to the pier and entered the village, treading (fu) the plank of the tree. The village is built on a foundation filled with wooden planks, and the lights come from the houses, and the smell of baking bread drifts.

Hurry and judge, I can distribute fish before dinner. The old man quickened his gait as he looked back at the head of the big fish rubbing the wooden plank.

The old man's house is on the west side of the village, where he has lived alone since he was preceded two years ago by his wife, but he has never felt rustled thanks to having a house in the neighborhood where a couple of sons and granddaughters live.

I was more than happy to hear my grandson's cheerful greetings every morning and then go fishing.

Normally, young parents and children visit unnecessarily with respect to their time without water, but today there is the pretext of big fish backmeat.

The old man reached home with no light, opened the door and went inside, fingering the grin that floated on the edge of his mouth (the shaver).

"- It's simple, it's a good life -"

The grin disappeared instantly from the old man's face on a blade poked at his cheek (cheek) with a low voice.

In the house, a man who was diving (hissing) by the wall closes the door with his sword poked at the old man. The head of the big fish was caught in the hardware of the door and a fine crust of sand was scattered across the floor.

When the man grabs the old man's sleigh, he "goes" and makes him walk into the back of the house. The tail of the big fish slipped off his hand and struck the floor repeatedly.

Turning down the hallway and going to the bedroom, five more men were waiting for the old man. Tapping in the darkness, they wear a white dyed cape feathering a hood made of the same fabric and a mask covering the bottom from the nose, like a man poking his sword.

The men, who only peered into their eyes from among the different outfits, surrounded the old man without footsteps and turned to the question in turn.

"You're the guide to the Devil's Island."

"The Conductor? No, I was asked..."

"Asked me to show you who"

"I would have sent one man to Devil's Island"

Did you hear his name?

"You sure landed"

"Answer me."

The men vomit their words in a tone that is not as discouraging (as they often do) as it is soothing. It's not just the outfit, it's even the same way all six people talk.

The old man answered, laying his eyes down from the faces of the men approaching him breathlessly, shaking his hands.

"I did lead the man to the island, but I didn't ask for his name. They told me to go home on the way, so I didn't even see the landing..."

"It won't help you."

"I'm not sheltering. It's true. He wore a mask, so I didn't even see his face."

The men's eyes emitted a raging and unusual light. A cold voice is exchanged around the old man who drifts his sweat (blush).

"Definitely."

"Oh. The mask is conclusive"

"Were you still on your way to the Devil's Island"

"The information I got in the previous town was right"

"You'll die anyway, but it's an order to bring back the body."

"We have to go... to the island..."

Someone's hand grabbed the old man's shoulder. The darkness of the white hood peeks into the old man's face.

"You have committed an irrevocable felony. I gave a hand to the worst of the people in our country. I would have slashed and thrown away... but judging the exotic in our law doesn't make sense. Let us therefore give you the opportunity of redemption."

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"Show us to the Devil's Island, too. Let them follow the same path as the masked man you led."

"Right now."

The siege of the men kept them away for a little while. A man who was poking his sword at the old man returns his hand and returns the blade to the sheath (sayings) of his hips. The old man shuddered, roughly to the men, and threw an inquiry.

"The man... what did he do...?

"Murderer."

"... well, I guess so"

Because he's an executioner. To the old man who tried to go on like that, the men have opened their eyes wide and covered their words.

"You bought guidance and left knowing you were a killer?

"Oh... the situation in your country has nothing to do with me..."

"... a surprisingly ruthless one. Give a hand to those who have slaughtered more than thirty women and children."

"Thirty... Is that... a lot of you...?

"Say what!!

The men yelled at the old man with an emotional voice for the first time.

To the frightening old man, a man standing directly in front of him clasps his finger in gloves.

"Are you even going to say that killing as many as thirty innocent compatriots (how) to wipe out the village is no big deal! The man even stabbed his own parents and brothers with his sword, sprayed his guts to the ground, and fed them to the livestock!

"What...?

"Again, it seems that humans living near the Devil's Island are being invaded by their spirits... they don't have decent nerves together...!

A man who told me to throw it away said, flicking a white outfit (shudder).

"Let me tell you, the man you led is named 'Twenty-fifth Strawman', the worst killer in the history of my Ruin Federation!