Hitsugi no Maou

And when the sun was gone from the top of the trees, and the sky and the earth were warm enough, Sabitoga and the others followed the camp.

I decided to fold the tent tent and Wakosa bedding and tie it with the edition (ah) dandelion (nah) with the same Wakosa and take it. It is the role of the Ledge who was (and will be) losing most of his luggage.

For breakfast, we all divided the dried strawberries with vials (kobi), which were left in the straw bags. Food must also be replenished somewhere. I hadn't gotten anything in my mouth yet since I wet (not) most of my food in the underground lake.

Sabitoga glanced at the blue of the water glittering at the bottom of the hole as she descended onto the slope over the edge of an empty hole in the ground.

Perhaps rainwater could have hoisted. The puddle can be seen to be quite large in the distance. The lush greens around him also made him feel signs of the organism's business.

If there's food, there it is. Sabitoga walked out a spiral (spiral) leading to the bottom of the earth, listening to the footsteps of his companions who continued to descend on the slopes.

The ramp was wide, smooth and obviously made at the hands of people. Though the soil is dug (cheeks) by the way, or the walls are crumbling, the slope of the road itself is loose and immutable and easy to walk.

It's a path made of advanced civil and computational technology. Is it related to the roots of the people of the birth canal, or is it by the hands of a completely different tribe, a creature?

Sabitoga and the others even continued on an excellent descent path in ancient times. Then the sun draws near to the top of the hole, and shines a light upon everyone's head.

On the way there was a wreckage of a tent made of anesthesia cloth, so we took a break (cuckoo) and then had lunch. Now Sabitoga will supply dried plum fruit wrapped in oil paper.

This plum fruit was the last food left in Sabitoga's possession. Now that Ledge's nuts have been eaten up, any source of nutrition would have been exhausted if there had been no food left in Straw's luggage bag.

But no one dared to try to find out what was in Straw's luggage bag. Neither Sabitoga, nor Ledge, nor the girl held their mouth, nor did Straw try to confess. I thought I had no choice.

Together, we only drank as much water as we wanted as we walked through the hole where the sun fell. The boiled (shaved) underground lake water is heavy on the palate and accumulates in the belly. That was preferable now.

Sabitoga and the others actually spent half a day descending the hole. He continued to walk silently on the slopes of a loose spiral (spiral), and even continued to see the path in front of him until the sun left from overhead and the sky stained with a sea color (akanero).

... they stopped their feet precisely after that, the end of the path that was visible, disappeared.

All of a sudden the ramp that had been coming down was completely interrupted as if it had been cut off by a giant knife. Too often, Ledge kneels with his mouth wide open, and peeks across the road with his slippage and kneeling.

"You're lying... it's water down here. There's only a big puddle."

It's like a jump stand. Sabitoga also peeks under his eyes into the continuing ledge.

What gets into my eyes is certainly a huge world of water. Just beneath the broken road spreads a bottomless puddle of water, and far beyond it you can see (oh) Our shore and the trees covered with short grass.

Sabitoga instantly shook her neck to the edge so that she could jump in.

"Too expensive. And I don't know what's under the water. I hope it's deep enough, but if it sticks out even a stone, you're gonna die."

"So what do we do? We might be able to get off with a long, long rope, but our hand tools won't reach us very well. Even if you're going to go back and make tools, you're going uphill. Health…"

"Hey."

Straw accidentally raised his voice and put out his arms among the Sabitogas. The finger points to the other shore of the puddle.

"There's someone out there."

Sabitoga and Ledge simultaneously followed Straw's fingertips with their eyes.

At the end of the water, on the ground colored with grass and trees, there is some shadow. When I did my eyes earlier, surely there must have been no one there. Standing on the green shore. That doesn't even tell if it's a man or a woman in the distance.

But it was certainly a shadow, sticking his right arm straight out toward the Sabitogas.

Are you pointing or flat on your hands? As Sabitoga narrowed her eyes, Straw came all the way up her neck.

"Do you want to speak up? Scream and you'll get it."

"No, wait. Thank you very much. Is that referring to us? Why are you still pointing at us instead of waving or sending some kind of sign?

"That might be the greeting (greeting) of that man's country. There are all sorts of people coming from all over the world to the Island of Demons."

Shortly after Reggie relaxed about what he found out, there was a sound of kicking the dirt behind the rustlers.

The shadow of a girl who twisted her neck in front of Sabitoga, sharp (enough to twist) her whole body as if it were a leopard, in a supple shape.

Sabitoga followed and tried to grasp the girl's feet reflexively, without words and without any foretaste.

My fingers blur the girl's skin and grab the void. By the time he noticed, Sabitoga had slipped his legs and had fallen from the end of the ramp.

On the water, the girl and Sabitoga fall.