Hitsugi no Maou

What is the masses? What is an individual?

Will there eventually be a time when Lecht will take over and strip Straw of his fangs of what should also be called the disappointed sex of the people of the Luin Federation?

Having lost Lecht's guidance, Straw spent his days admiring the villagers with unspeakable anxiety.

Body and mind are ever more full and full of strength. Even if I work more than twice as hard as others, I still have enough meat to work with.

From the management of the kakashi, I remember all the jobs that exist in the village: farming, raising livestock (chickens), slaughtering (meat processing), and being able to do it more accurately than anyone else.

Admiration, respect, and full bath. Straw was definitely a village hero.

But whenever he gets home from work and walks through the doors of his house like a sudden wind blowing ruin, the mirage of Lecht dwells in his head whispers.

"That fullness is a fig," he said.

'I'm just talking about being a working slave more than anyone,' he said.

And the phantom always warns you at the end, 'Don't be devoured'.

When Straw said, "To whom?" And even if I were there, the phantom would not return the answer. Just silently stain and go in the brains (yesterday) relaxed (but) by fatigue.

There is something evil and horrible lurking in the village full of gratitude and favor for Straw.

If you show a gap, you will be stripping your fangs, and something extremely dangerous is breathing.

Straw spent another two years feeling the signs, breathing (a lot).

Yes, two years.

For two years, Straw didn't have an invitation to Weiss.

Even though praise was bathed (ah), revered, and recognized as a worker by villagers and elders, Straw continued to be a neighbourhood villager, unchanged in his identity. Without being taken up by officials, he continued to sweep away the bread and labor seeds of straw (straw) and expose himself to the cold wind in which he had put his national clothes together.

What do you mean? Could it have been Weiss if he had been recognized for his heroic labor?

Have the elders lost sight of their role and forgotten to push Straw to Weiss?

Or are the government guys who got the recommendation incompetent, and they're bringing it to processing?

Or maybe Weiss has an age limit and Straw is still too young to take office. Or maybe the labor results of the federal folks over the past few years have been so good, there are so many Weiss candidates, and waiting for the order of review has occurred.

Or - or -.

Straw plowed the field with his bare hands and slaughtered the livestock pigs, while his heart sweated cold enough to freeze.

No way. No more. Will I truly end my life as a 'well working slave' as I am?

Isn't Lecht's plan crazy and the prospectus (rickets) starting to come off? Isn't something terrible happening in this country?

But now that Lecht, the planner, has disappeared, there is no way to dispel that suspicion. Straw, endowed with wisdom by him, was also unable to correctly analyse the current situation.

Weiss' registration system is secret to the general public. There was no way I could turn a question about it to an elder or, let alone a labor inspector. By mistake, it was discovered from there that Straw was related to Lecht, and he could be found guilty.

In that case, Straw's Weiss inauguration disappears permanently.

There was no way to know what was going on. Therefore, Straw had to keep his nerves and fears turned upside down and continue to work in silence.

Bath the admiration and respect of the people. - "I don't like you," while being appreciated -.

- Eventually, to Straw, hell came.

One summer day. Unusual cold winds stopped (yah) and warm sunlight descended into the village during the afternoon.

Straw, who was plucking pig guts in a slaughterhouse, suddenly threw up blood in front of the other villagers watching.

The anomaly that was visited without any foretaste. Power falls out of your whole body, and as you fall in, more blood floods through your mouth and nose.

It reminded me of their bad disease, the blood that was twisted like paste.

It was spreading blood, and Straw screamed and asked for help. There were no doctors or anything in the village, but if you have minor injuries or illnesses, the elders of the wise will give you the least amount of help. If they could have brought it to the elders, the blood might have stopped.

But the three villagers around Stolo didn't stop working, even with a startling look on their face. Straw yells as he dyes his national clothes bright red at them as they continue to dismantle the pigs towards the workbench.

"Hey! What are you doing! Give me a hand!!

"... ill, stró...? You should go to the Elder's house... I'll tell the Labor Inspector from us..."

The youngest villager said as he slit the pig's throat (throat). Straw stretches out his cloudy (garlic) voice at words spat like a toad and a bedtime speech.

"You idiot! Look, you don't get it!? I can't stand up! Take me to the elders!!

"I can't do that. 'Cause you're not done with your work today. You, you're already out, aren't you? Then you have to do the rest of the work, and we'll be punished.... go alone... it's about my body..."

The three villagers keep judging the pigs as they turn their backs on the stubborn (astute) straw. Splashing pig blood mixed with straw blood spread across the ground, floating a fine fat (blush).

To the three who would not lend a hand no matter what he said, Straw left the slaughterhouse looking at his lips (tickles). As he draws a line of blood on the warm ground in the sun, the villagers who worked outdoors turn a little face. But as one of them, I didn't speak to Straw or rush over and try to rescue him.

Villagers just want to see how things are going sideways as they continue their work. Straw, spitting his blood, thought of the cursed nationality of the people of the Louin Confederation in his whole body as to who he had been afraid of for many years.

It doesn't matter.

For the villagers, it doesn't matter how much the man who is suffering in front of them has ever benefited himself and replaced his struggles with his shoulders.

Even if you may express respect or gratitude instantaneously, that is only then. If it doesn't guarantee something ongoing, such as shaking, but not trusting, or fraternity, then I don't want to repay my favors or borrowings one day.

I should have known from the beginning. The people of the Union of Ruin base their labor on the backbone of values.

Only those who can work are companions. It doesn't matter how much you've achieved in the past. Those who can no longer work at this hour are not entitled to live. That's what I think.

Straw, who had been taught by Lecht from an early age how to see and think about the multifaceted, had not realized that his values were far from those of the other villagers.

A sinless human being should have, just the right to survive or to be happy.

No such thing was found anywhere in this village.

'That's why I told you. They're fools. My brother-in-law and I don't know what to do.'

To the voice of Lecht echoing behind his brain, Straw sprayed (f) up a bubble of blood and a growl (howl) as he swept up the sky.