Hitsugi no Maou

My last night at the bottom of the hole comes.

Sabitoga said to the people surrounding the burning fire as they first offered the dove-colored beetle eggs as declared.

"Tomorrow morning, under the guidance of Hanglin, we'll go through the horizontal hole. After that, we will talk about the demonic realm of the outdoors trekking… Let's remove the dirt after meals. Keep your teeth in mind and get rid of the smell. If the demon is an enemy that tracks down human odors and signs, this should avoid unnecessary encounters."

"Can't you just loosen your mouth? I don't have a toothpick tool..."

To Ledge's words, Straw, who was stirring the turnip eggs with a spoon (spoon), looked blatantly disgusted (no). "That's him," he said, shaking the shell (from) where the eggs were served, peeling off his good teeth.

"You always have to clean your teeth or you're dead. If you die of tooth decay, you won't be able to eat the worst."

"How does Straw always look at his teeth?

"I'm going to fold the branches of the trees, peel them off, chew the fibers and soften them, then brush them. Don't even twist (...) fish bones."

"Charcoal (soot) may be removed from the bottom of the incineration, crushed with stone and used for abrasives (kenzai). The charcoal that was finely crushed often removes tartar (lump) and disinfects the mouth. I can clean my teeth quite a bit if I use it in conjunction with my Straw brush."

Ledge nodded more to the words of Straw and Sabitoga, stopping him from moving perfectly to the taste of his casually mouthed beetle eggs.

Sabitoga also carries the turnip eggs into his mouth with chopsticks to give him a gaze while turning the spoon.

Tasty (yummy) seafood eggs are puffy, sticky and textured, no matter what you eat first, but beetle eggs don't have those comfortable teeth.

It is basically stiff and blurred, and when crushed with teeth, slight saltiness and bitterness stain the tongue.

To be clear, not good. I hear that depending on the way it is cooked, it will taste like crab eggs to an unlimited extent now, but the rhetoric itself is no longer limitless backwards, grinding intent.

Neither the straw nor the girl seemed to see any pleasure in eating the beetles. Carry the eggs silently into your mouth, almost chewing (or) drinking (of) first. In Hangulin, he throws the beetle into the fire again, looks up at the sky with his strange face and chants the stars. He thought that even the lashes should remain extinguished.

Sabitoga dropped one cough (from scratch) on her seat for dinner (bang), which quietly quietly returned, before bringing in the catfish fillet. Pass the branches through the algae (also) and the fish meat where the skin was peeled (mu) and hit the incineration.

Catfish are inherently delicious. It makes a puffy noise and makes everyone look slightly better on the dripping fat (bladder).

A fish with a suction cup that has been caught by a girl likewise passes through the branches and hits the fire. When the smell of the fish burning (on) stood up (up), he took a seat as the sober Reg remembered, and began to flip the smoker's eye.

The bluntly sliced eye take is as kachikachi as a cookie or pancake (shenbei). Mushroom smoking (kunsai) tends to taste worse all in all, but with all that amount, you'll be able to fill everyone's luggage bags with food.

What should be done in this camp is done in advance. Sabitoga, who unconsciously pulled her strength from her shoulders, slowly released her voice to Hanglin, who looked up into the sky.

"He said there are a large number of other seekers... who, like you, sometimes come back to this place through those horizontal holes?

"Oh, rarely. But I'm not camping like you. [M] Mostly I just stop by to replenish my drinking water and food, and soon I go back across the horizontal hole. I'm not staying long. Without you, I would have left this place without revealing the night."

"Why? Is there a reason?"

"... I have to tell you, don't you see?"

Hanglin lowered her gaze and saw Sabitoga. A slight colour of curiosity floats in its eyes or continues with a sneer down his gaze.

"I'm scared. All searchers (all) meet the Demon King for the first time at the bottom of this hole. Make the appearance of an alien monster, who calls himself the Lord of the Devil's Island, into the eye. He has sent the blades of every warrior in history and seen the death of every superior Gentile. It is a symbol of death and calamity, so to speak, on the island of the devil. Humanistically, there's no way you could put a camp where such a horrible existence was nesting, is there? I want to leave as soon as possible, it's normal to think so."

……

"No matter how strong and brave (yukan) a man is, he does not choose a place in the camp where there are no outsiders he cannot defeat. You don't even engrave letters on the trunk of a tree, do you?

In Hangulin's words, Sabitoga remembered the writings of the seekers who scattered in the Buna Forest. Locate the azimuthal symbols, steps from the coast, and emotional exposures in the trunk of the tree (miki), and the remaining group of characters (swelling).

Sabitoga was suspicious, and the motive was not pushed. It is a trace of the strange behavior of the ancestors.

"- It is written down that a human being who chooses the legendary demonic realm to come to a place of death where no one has been able to survive until now can withstand the anxiety and loneliness in his heart. My origins, my destiny, my mood... I hoped to keep them in the eyes of someone on the same island of demons by leaving them in letters. Believe me, when someone shows up who understands and thinks even one end (once) of you is who you are, you must be there."

"... I mean, like a suicide note?

"No. It's not a suicide note. Though the suicide note is written for death, the tree trunk is written for each person to live in an instant, a raw spirit. It was left with the certainty that the letters I have written will always reach the" comrades "who are now exploring the Island of the Devil, and that they will be read by the companions I have yet to see.

I'm not the only one in a vortex of harsh adventures. The legend of the Island of Demons can be broken, and the water of immortality is available, and only those who believe so are on this island. So faith has enabled us to fight loneliness and despair. "

Hanglin spread her hands on Sabitoga and Straw staring at herself, laughing as if she were an old man telling a distant old story.

"By adding a handwriting (hiccups) to the scary string engraved on the trunk of the tree, I could feel signs of someone around me, even if only one person wandered around in the Buna Forest. It's the same thing for a few people working at a party. There are other groups besides ourselves who are challenging the ordeal, and by thinking so, we were able to pluck courage.

As I have seen other people's writings, others should also see their writings. And we should be able to rendezvous one day, face the Devil's Island together, and beat it. Because of that thought, we left words in the trunk and continued to communicate with strangers. "

The writing down is proof of each person's existence. The claw marks of the Seekers' will and determination.

Loneliness and denial of despair. A chain of timeless bonds.

After telling her to sing, Hangulin turned off her grin and lowered her voice "but" to the Sabitogas.

"I don't think you guys understand. You can only recognize the words and spirits engraved in the trunk as just strings because you are strong men with a spirit of human separation. I have had experiences immersed (hissed) my soul in loneliness and despair, and still I have survived and overcome (kooked) hell by myself. Hence the feeling of a normal person, I don't understand fear"

"Something unsolicited."

"You probably don't need to be a party. It's a 'monster' with the strength of a soul that an individual has already alienated. So I guess it's better for me not to love you guys or harm you."

"We should keep our distance," Hanlin concluded unilaterally, taking a seat.

Sabitoga and the others look thoughtfully at Hanglin as he heads to the water and takes off his clothes one foot away.

The group of fish that kept hitting the fire had already cut off the fat (bladder) and started to raise the smoke (swelling) when it blurred.