Hitsugi no Maou

"This is not going to heal. I have a blood problem. Like six months."

Evening. At the house of the elder, finally reached with his thoughts, Straw was pronounced dead easily.

The elder turns a cold eye like he has never seen before to him, who could not lift him up to the house because the floor was dirty and gasped (oh) against a hard (and) outer wall. Straw finally found the elder, breathing into the bloodletting that had begun to stop.

"You're not even a doctor. Don't talk nonsense."

"Experience. I've seen (seen) several villagers with the same symptoms as you before, but they all died about that. There is no way to help...... From now on, you will become thinner and thinner, and your skin will turn into a disgusting loess color, and your nails and teeth will fall out and you will look miserable and die."

The elder breaks his knee and peeks into Straw's face. Straw threw up a backlash at the old man who looked like a saint who would have mercy on a small villain who didn't come down.

Staring at the vomit (and) shatter that defiled his feet, Straw interrogated with a cloudy voice.

"What are you going to do with me... throw me out of the village"

"You can't work in that body. We cannot put those who do not fulfil their labour obligations in the village, but the expulsion does not change the fact that this village has put out those who do not work, the 'unemployed'. Labor watchmen will surely pursue the blame (and) for releasing a third Lecht-like criminal to national soil. Then other villagers will be annoyed."

"You want to get in shape? Then there's only one way. Before I become an 'unemployed'... that means killing me and delivering death deliveries to the Labor Surveillance Officer before tomorrow's labor start time"

"Some hands like that," the elder said back to Straw, laughing with his nose, in a voice that had no discouragement (as is often the case).

The elder continues with a harsh eye as he lays his dead (or woody) hand on the shoulder of the thorny straw.

"Fortunately, the government has prepared remedies for people who are unable to work because of accidents or illnesses. Application procedures during the day after an injury or illness is discovered will allow admission to the camp. This way I can calm things down without killing you and without making you labourers again. Spend the rest of your life in a cold, windless building."

"- Don't be ridiculous! Who's going to be in the camp?

Pushing the elder's chest, Straw stood up trembling in fear (ooze). My head fluttered and my hips were about to crumble, but the anger as if my guts (waffles) were burning and melting stuck my legs and stopped my distant consciousness.

"What's a remedy, what's a tranquil afterlife! You want to bury a parasitic egg and exploit it it until you die! I'm not kidding! If it's enough to feed the bugs, I'm gonna work! I'll work for you even as you spit blood reflexes!!

"I can't. You will die in six months. Your ankles will shrivel before then, and you won't be able to stand completely."

"What the hell do you know! I've worked twice as hard as anybody! He's twice as sturdy as a man! 'Cause I'm a little sick...!

"Then let me put it this way. The blood you throw up attracts wolves and bears. If you get around the Kakashi with blood, the village line of defense will collapse.... If you want to keep the village in jeopardy, I'll charge you as a criminal. You end up in a camp, and you can't leave until you're dead."

In the words of the elder, Straw shuddered his eyes, gripping his bush. The elder said to throw away "That's enough," with a deep sigh, after putting a needle (stirrup) -like gaze in the straw for a while.

"You have fulfilled your duty as a people to the full. Too bad it crumbled with its youth... but it must have been your destiny"

"... destiny...?

"I'm sure your parents and your brothers will be proud. As a fine Louis Confederate citizen, you must remain loyal to the nation until the end. The village won't forget you. Until you have a baby..."

Straw avoided the elder's hand, slapping his shoulder as he said, rubbing the wall with his back.

Like a dead tree... a hand like a reaper, full of bones and skins, comes after a straw.

Straw exclaimed, kicking the ground and fleeing. Running through the color-stained village, fluttering and rolling, he asked the shadows of the people floating in the sunset for help.

But the shadow did not even look at Straw, but continued to walk his way home, or turned his back and melted into the shadows. Only the voice of Straw echoes in a village surrounded by unusual silence (blame).

Fear and anger broke from his throat (throat) along with blood reflexes.

"Are you kidding me......! Are you kidding me, you bastards...! You've always looked so good... Thank you so much, you said you were one of my benefactors...!

You said you didn't want to talk about me.

Straw kept screaming the villagers' names as they knocked on the doors of the houses, kicked and stumbled into a bunch of straw (straw), and slammed their contents into fat (ko) and yashi barrels (dairy).

No response, all doors will not be closed and opened. Eventually, when Straw's hand fell on the door of his home and he felt the breath of the family holding down the handle across it, there was a mixture of hatred (sooooo) in most things from his throat (throat).

"Ain't no one trying to help me. Ahhh!!

Blood bubbles drip down my throat (throat), trembling all the time. The handle that was gripping at the next moment made a noise and smashed, and Straw's body was thrown to the ground for his face.

The shadow of an elder eventually falls on the head of a straw that repeatedly coughs (shears) like a crushing lung.

To an old man who looked down at himself silently, Straw turned his distorted form like not many other people in hatred.

Those lips (tickles) move, "It's you," as I recall.

"It's your fault, Elder... that I'm getting into such a (ah) look... ex-hello, isn't it because you've been dicking around forever... didn't you just write a recommendation letter...!

"... what?

"Oh no! Why didn't you recommend me to Weiss sooner! Why did you leave the workers alone while they continued to honor you for two years? I should have been Weiss... I should have eaten better and worn better clothes... even though I might not have gotten sick!!

On the elder's face, for the first time, a surprising color emerged. "How do you know about Weiss!?," he grabbed Straw's chest, pulling his wrinkled cheeks (cheeks).

"It's a secret system for the villagers! Why are you always...! You weren't helping others do their job for the purpose of being set up by Weiss!

"Then what the fuck! I'm sure you can get the day off by recommending Weiss as the village chief! You're not great at looking into someone else's work!!

The elder shrugged his face and said, "The fool!," he slammed Straw's body to the ground. Blood bubbles adhere to the elder's face and color his expression red (all sorts of things).

"You're a lecht! You've been blown into a third Lecht about Weiss' registration system! Get in the mouth of a man who plots to overthrow the state...! It was over ten years ago when that man worked for the upper echelons of the country! You seriously think the national system will remain the same for ten years!?

"What...!

"Weiss recruitment from the general public ended three years ago! That's why my holiday is way over ten days! I'm not doing any more recommendation work!!

A slight shock ran down his brain as if he had been shaken down by a hammer.

In the middle of Straw's sight, an elder is about to raise his voice like a beast. Behind it, I saw exactly the last light of the setting sunset now.

... As soon as the light was swallowed by darkness, the elder's face seemed to burn up, like a corpse (shuffle) whose contours stained bright red and were to be cremated.

The elders are turning and yelling at something.

But the voice was no more but the roar of Hell's dogs.