Hitsugi no Maou

I dreamed of the previous party.

The right people, who met in the homeland 'Husk Democracy'. Adventurers with a pure sense of righteousness, who seem to be young people and have not been invaded (seemingly) by the evils and prejudicial ideas of the world.

The appearance and contents were sparkling, and it was a facial rash that gave me such a hunch that I was likely to do (and) great things in the future.

When Ledge saw them speaking righteousness on the streets of the capital and soliciting their way to the Island of Demons, he drove up to them from the tip of his nose as if he were a pig eating bait.

Since I left the house half-killed my real father, I haven't had ten days and a sutra. For the Ledge at the time when he didn't even have a (rare) prospect of living alone and spent more than half of the money he took out of the house, the story of going to the Island of Demons was not a conscription (to me) for the great adventure of death, but an invitation to a dream trip that was as if he could escape reality.

The hero Tan (Eyutan) has been admired (Ako) since he was a young child. The characters may be able to have a self that is nothing else. By riding the philosophy for free on the justice of the qualitative people you happen to meet.

Ledge put in most of his holdings and bought expensive armor (okay) and swords. The sword I first waved was heavy and dangerous, but I was able to release a sharper (more) thrust than anyone at the party, thanks to my strength, which has supported the glass workshop on the front lines, and my cane against metal handling.

My companions honored me by saying that I had the strength of Ledge, that I was a man I could count on, and that I was a strong SWAT captain in a fight. I didn't have any experience with swords in action, but it was before breakfast if it was to the extent of a quarrel with a boring drunk.

All you have to do is reproduce what you once did to your father. All you have to do is punch him in the face, crush his eyes with your fingers, slap him on the head and knock down the heavy stuff and lay him underneath. And if I put a kick in him until he cried, that's mostly it.

Human beings have all the experience, Reggie thinks. Human beings can succeed as many times as they have the right experience. Successful experiences are the best force for victory.

So Reggie had envisioned himself as a really powerful, dependable, strong man with the experience of hurting the most people in the party. He behaved as a strong man every time he was in front of his fellow men, and made them play a character similar to the strong.

The truth is, your body and mind are weak core (shin), even if you're a tiny young man with a distorted personality to the point where you can just slap hate straight against your opponent. I never wanted to be enlightened by my people.

The crisis in the country and the infectious diseases really don't matter. I also had to keep it an absolute secret that I just wanted to assume that I was a worthy person but that I was therefore going to Devil's Island.

Sparkling appearance. A sparkling heart. The purity, the kindness of the heart that can hold (i) righteousness and ideals into your mouth without any doubt.

I wanted to accompany him on a journey to a terrible island of demons, even disguising himself so much as a human being, that I had it myself, and that's why I was worthy of this party.

Ledge's such deceptive and untrained performances lasted until he completed his preparation period in his country, landed on the Island of Demons at the end of a long voyage, and encountered the Kronovs in the Buna Forest.

Too pure, genuine violence that does not tolerate any lies (lies) or vulnerabilities. The Ledges exposed to it were like lambs in a storm, stripped of all thin ornaments and forced to reveal their identity.

The right people were ravaged (carved) as they were right and ended their lives (shivers) without leaving a great legend behind. The reality that escaped once came back to the front of the ledge in the worst possible way.

Reggie, once, tried to slap Kronov down just like his father did. Believing in a successful experience, he tried to punch (nag) Kronov's horrible face with his fist (kobu), not his sword.

But Ledge's firm fist didn't even reach the neck of the giant Kronov. The power of the whole body was absorbed somewhere in the fat of the bush (squeeze), and in the next moment it was overflown by a large flat hand, and vice versa.

Compared to the kind of impact that cracks its heavens and earth, there was no such thing as the violence of its former father. Reggie sincerely regretted the stupidity with which he applied the experience of winning over a man like a scumbag to the fight against monsters like Kronov.

Or perhaps the companions who tried to fight by bringing justice and ideals in a relatively peaceful human state to the island of the devil who travels abroad also died with the same regrets.

If I'm right, I won't lose. If you carry many lives, you can be strong. To any great evil, you can beat it.

It must have been paranoia. The world is moving with more specific laws.

The stronger get it all. That was the whole phenomenon of battle.

Strength of body, strength of mind, skill, cunning (and thus) evil, strength of hostility.

There's probably no right line to them. There is no battle (how much) you can win just because of correctness.

Why should victory seize those who dress (roughly) correctness?

Reggie turned around the same thoughts he had thought that night as he was ravaged (carved) by Kronov again in his dreams.

You should have known that correctness wasn't right for you.

The sparkling things, pure thoughts and souls, have taken their hair off in the days when it comes to beams (stirrups). I am not worthy of being with the right people. I don't see why that is.

A man who relies strongly on fights is not in his place. It should have given way to other human beings, really strong ones. That way my people might not have had to lose their lives.

I am a dirtier person. He's a fool. Such a vicious person mingled with wonderful young people who could wield violence against their real father and fought on their backs.

I want to start over. I want to fight my life with my true self, who is tiny and immature, and who can't keep my hatred, but nothing is fake (when).

If anyone can save me. If only you could save this worst act.

From now on, even if you're alone, if you can save me - I'm sure, little by little, make me who I really am - a real life -.

"Are you all right? Ledge."

I woke up to the voice I was called, gripping (nibbling) soil.

The night at the bottom of the hole dawns and there is a bright blue sky in front of you. Reggie opened his thirsty mouth wide and vomited the words as he raised and lowered his sweaty chest.

"I'm an idiot. Evil, cruel."

"Everyone does. More or less."

From the edge of sight (the shank), a big hand reaches out. An anesthetic cloth containing water that was caught between his fingers shed tears that were flowing through the eyes of the ledge.

Roll your eyes (Hitomi) and look at Sabitoga. Killing Kurnov like a demon, would he be a worthy companion to the present Ledge? Much stronger, smarter, and more experienced in life. But from him, there's just a little bit of the same kind of 'evil' smell as Ledge.

Reggie hasn't been able to expose all of his nature yet.

Stupidity, clumsiness and childishness are sure to be well represented. But the ugliest part is too scared to be on the table.

I'm playing. I still play a different personality from my original self. It never seemed as if it was a lie against Sabitoga that gave me the opportunity.

A sober thought replaces a silly, dumb, incomplete 'Ledge' thought.

Reggie woke up and grinned at Sabitoga.

"What's for breakfast?

"I already have. Wash your face first."