Hitsugi no Maou

The carriage eventually left the rain clouds and lightning behind and entered the port town named 'Buzenier'. The old man in the matter told me that it was precisely Moses Hokuriku (Kokoku) territory, the Sworn (Seiko) Church Autonomous Region, and Buzenier.

I don't sound familiar with the name of the town or the name of the country. Straw had no choice but to be dumb (aki) while I was at him, being picked up by a boarding carriage as a doomsday and allowed to enter the exotic country while asleep.

"We're flow workers. I cross towns and countries and blame the money for the big utilities that are taking place on the land... for the construction of roads and cathedrals and for participating in some sort of work after the disaster. In other words, I only come when I need manpower, and when it's over, I leave, conveniently hire me as a foreigner. That's why there's so little swelling at the border. I also have a worker's union license."

"I don't have it."

"You decided to be my nephew. If I told you I was sleeping with a lower body condition, I wouldn't have been prying any further."

To the old man laughing out loud, Straw turned a thin eye as he stepped out of the carriage. The rainy cobblestone is growing, and a large crab (heel) passes sideways over it.

sea. It was taught only as knowledge to the third Lecht. That was before the eyes of the Straw. Across town with white walls and red roof buildings, there is an impending blue color.

Even though I knew it was a giant puddle, to Straw it looked like a blue sky that fell to the ground. The colour of the sea water was exactly the colour of the sky, and the white waves that lay over it were also the same colour as the clouds.

"Bye. Keep going straight and you'll get to the treatment hospital in this town. Listen to them and heal your illness."

"Ah! Hey!

To a loud strut, the old man threw a chunk (heap) of dirty cloth at him as he walked out on the road with the other workers.

If you take it, it was a sword with a kakashi face and blood drain on the national clothes that Straw wore, which had been shed a lot in the rain, but a stain that was clearly visible as blood had emerged throughout.

Straw to change his complexion a little bit. But as the old man walked down the road, he waved loudly and smiled.

"It's okay! Septicaemia is the more blood you get! It's not unusual for a sick person to have a bloody sleeping roll! Don't worry about it!

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"Besides, if there's only so much blood out there, you should be out of your system with the sickness! Expenses to heal, thoughts, clothes. Cheap!

The old man, who mistakenly thought that the blood dyed his national clothes was shed by one straw, keeps the straw away with loud encouragement (cheering).

Straw wanted to ask why the old man picked himself up and why he used his ID to help him enter the country. Why have you reached out to others in the red, to stranger men for salvation? Haven't you thought about carrying a sword, putting a man in a bloody clothes in a carriage, and getting (ah) into dangerous eyes?

But Straw's question stayed with his throat (throat) forever, and he finally didn't come out of his mouth. I couldn't really speak up when I said something nasty to the old man and in case he realized I was a murderer.

Straw bowed his head just as deeply and as deeply as possible and continued to thank the old man until he could no longer hear him. The old man must have let me take off (not) my national clothes, and I kept showing only appreciation even as I put my chin on the blanket that the old man would have put on me.

Then, as the old man told me, Straw, who had knocked on the door of the hospital for treatment, was allowed to be admitted to the hospital.

There were already dozens of people queued in the hospital, and they were going to wait for the proper order, but the receptionist Nishimon called the lead to see and yell at Straw, and he plunged into the treatment room without even hearing what was going on in contention for a moment and the main complaint (shushu).

More than symptoms of septicaemia, the monks were surprised by the countless blade wounds and bruises (bruises) on Straw's body and, if you ask them, the unusual lack of fat, and treated Straw's body with drugs and medical devices they had never seen.

Straw became badly anxious as the priests ran around busily (but not exclusively) for themselves, sweating on their foreheads (hives) and turning their hearts and minds to medical practice.

In my country, I was a living gear. It was a consumable (sooner or later) product that was not worth repairing, just to be replaced by a baby of the same name if he died.

Such a self is being treated by a number of socially privileged niggers leaning over. I didn't feel like I was being treated disproportionately, even though I didn't have the money to pay them.

But when the shtrolls lying on the treatment bench uttered such anxiety, the ni monks somehow got angry like a fiery fire and on the contrary tied his body to the bench so that the shtrolls would not escape.

Humans are not things. If you can't replace it with a human being, then yes (why) you tried to keep Straw alive.

Straw didn't understand how they felt at that time.

Straw was thus healed (no) in an exotic treatment hospital and stopped to life in a safe hospital room. There was a fireplace burning in the hospital room surrounded by bright white stone walls, with bedding that had never been seen on a clean bedside.

The meal was carried three times a day, all of which had a vivid colour on them. It was the first time in my life that I had put red, green, or white or slightly colored objects in my mouth. Plus, incredibly, it had a great flavor and smell on all of it, and it had teeth.

Straw knew for the first time that eating and sleeping was something to accompany his comfort. When they revealed it to the monks, for some reason, they looked awful.

One day one ni monk said, "What a poor man," cutting a cross to his chest.

"You were going to hell while you were alive. Your country is not a good place for people to live. You've been running away a lot."

"I don't know how it feels. I knew the Federation was a cold-blooded country... is every other country so rich and sick friendly? I don't even pay for it, but I can't believe you're feeding me such good food."

"All I'm serving you is a simple dish of crumb vegetables boiled in brine. And I'm feeding strawberries and herbs to treat sepsis..."

"That's it. That red strawberry is good enough to pass out. Isn't that a pretty good value?

"Unfortunately, the wild fruit is raw on the road. You don't even eat kids because it's watery. Strawberries that are really valuable are grown in the fields, and they're bigger and sweeter."

The monk sighed softly as he peered into Straw's eyes. "I heard it was a land of goodness and equality," the frown (Mayu) swoops into disappointment.

"There's no place in the country to treat people like this. All the pain, all the obedience... I must have made goodness and equality a tool to bind people. You really shouldn't use it that way."

"... of goodness and equality, usage...?

To the straw twisting his neck, the ni monk corrected his dwelling and then nodded.

"Doesn't goodness shake or force others to accept it? Because goodness is not a weapon. Look for it yourself, find it, and grind it up in your heart. Even equality. Equality, to which 10,000 people can be convinced, cannot be achieved so easily. If you impose what you think of equality on others, it's just violence."

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"I'm sure this country isn't richer than yours, nor does it have a gentle national identity. However, there are no hedges in values such as good or equality. People do what they believe is' good 'in the way they think it's right and do what they can. That's all. I just wish there was an' equality 'that would make more people happy than that.

... but I wonder if that's how people in many countries of the world keep good and equal. My grandfather in the carriage who helped you probably just honestly executed his goodness. "

"Putting a bloody man with a sword on a carriage, is that it?

"Saving a wounded boy from death."

Boy, Nishimon laughed as he put his arms around the straw that frowned on the word (Mayu).

"You're still a minor, aren't you? I'm over eighteen years old in this country and I'm an adult... Anyway, I'd worry about anyone if a child like that was skinny (or) in the gallows and passed out in the rain because of the bloodbath. Even the sword was a slaughter sword for livestock."

"But if I were a dangerous person..."

"Right. It would have been important if you'd been in a carriage and stabbed a passenger. The example grandfather could have been stuck out by an official and put in a cabin. If you make it worse, tie it up."

To the straw that draws his face, the ni monk drops his voice "But" as he turns off his grin.

"If my grandfather had abandoned you, you would certainly have died in the rain. I can't laugh shallow at his goodness."

"... well... I appreciate that grandpa too... just..."

"You can't trust your grandfather or us from the bottom of your heart because you've never touched an unplanned goodwill, can you?

"I have nothing to be ashamed of," said the monk quickly before Straw opened his mouth.

"Little by little, you just need to know the world. Unlike your unusual homeland, there is and remains good and evil here. Humans are so much better creatures than you think. I want you to realize that when your body recovers."

Straw shut up and dropped off the back of the nigger leaving the room. When the door closes, the fireplace fire shakes (yu) in the slightest wind, causing the puddles and sparks to scatter in the air.

In a flash of spark, Straw smacked his tongue small and buried his face in the pillow, somehow thinking of the third Lecht's face.