Hitsugi no Maou

Something's wrong.

The village chief looked down at the old man's head, who told him to snap low.

To the south of the island of demons, the beach of a fishing village connected by shallow sandy roads.

Sitting under the stars of heaven, the old man continued to speak even more as he found the black sea plains.

"Something is happening on the Devil's Island. Something unforgivable has been done where we have been fearful and fearful."

"Did you go out of your way with the executioner you were leading?

"I don't know. Those white men, or maybe the killer they were after. But anyway, someone did something stupid. I did something terribly stupid, other than pick (idle) on the legend of immortal water. That must have touched the wrath of the King of the Devil's Island."

The village chief, standing next to (become) the old man, repeated, "King of the Devil's Island," glaring at him. From the waterless stop sea, you can hear something jump (ha) up on the water and sink (b) again.

"The demon king, the alien monster, who is said to be the master of everything that concerns the island? When I was a child, my father asked me... but the anecdote of the Demon King (when) is more uncertain than the legend of immortal water. You won't have trouble being spoken lightly in front of other villagers."

"... in the past, both immortal water and demon kings were legends of the Isle of Demons. It's just that the legend of immortal water attracted more people's interest and was deified."

"The legend of treasure brings in people and money. But the legend of the Demon King calls for war. Evil things, things that threaten humanity. The existence of a plain catastrophe gives other countries a pretext for attacking this country.

The invading nation will come to the forefront of humanity's peace with justice. Can we take our land as a base for the battle against the Demon King? "

……

"The ultimate resource of immortal water, the source of some of the world's most famous dreams, is well known, so there are some aspects where nations are aiming at each other and holding back the outbreak of war.

Better buried like this, such as the legend of the Demon King. Even if it exists, if we can only meet those who mourn on the Island of the Devil, that's fine if we old men keep our mouths shut. "

To the village chief's words, the old man eventually shook his head loosely as he stared at his own feet as he threw them on the sand.

From the old man's throat (throat), a squeaky voice fell.

"Someone might take the demon king's story back from the island"

To the village chief peeling his eyes, the old man continued with his fingernails up on his own cheek.

"The white men didn't even let me go after they led me to the Devil's Island. He tried to take me to the back of the island..."

"No way, you."

"I landed. With this body, with this foot."

The old man turned his back (sobbing) from his outgoing opponent and groaned low and low, "Something's wrong, something's happening" again.

And whosoever set foot in the island of the devil shall not return alive.

Contrary to centuries of legends, the old man was on this beach.

"Why did you come home? Why did he see the gaps (suki) in the white men and escape, leaving the ship again and being left the island of the devil? Weird, absolutely weird -"

……

"If I could have come back... those white men... the others could have come back from the island..."

The village chief suddenly returned his heel and walked out with the village chief.

To the old man with his face up, the village chief pointed his finger at him and snarled, "No forgiveness!," he yelled.

"The legend of the Devil's Island is not allowed to shake (Yu) Lagu! He who went to Devil's Island must never come back! With no one exception......! That's the legendary power of the Devil's Island!

"The village chief..."

"Talk to a national official! We have to stop the survivors at all costs......! Don't you ever talk to me like that! Otherwise my son and his wife won't be free!!

To the village chief kicking the sand, the old man shrugged his face and threw his gaze at the black sea plains again.

I had a feeling someone would be coming back on the shallow sandy road within close proximity.

Until earlier, the old man wanted that someone to be a gentle-eyed executioner, not white men if he wished...

Now, very much so, I couldn't hope.

The night dawns and the morning comes.

Sabitoga, who had completely sliced through the grass tent and smoked vessel, had passed through the cavernous forest at the bottom of the hole and again came to the horizontal hole like a crack.

A birch skin for light fires that are sandwiched in the branches, or a lantern that lights the lantern so that everyone carries light.

Eventually, when Hungryn Old cut ahead in a cautious foothold, Sabitoga and the others began to step into the heart of the Devil's Island, the heart of the legend.