Hitsugi no Maou

The grass hills continued without any change of slope (keisha) and took quite a bit of time to get down to the flat ground.

A vast hill (cucumber) descends from the Cloud Sea. But the length of the raw grass there is short, and there is no grass that creatures are likely to dive into.

Unmanned. It was a sight to be sure of that fact at just one glance. A wide land where people, on the other hand, don't even have the shadow of rats, frogs and insects, just grass.

A creepy-resistant ledge tries to take Sabitoga's arm and hurry down before Hangulin does. With bedding and tents on his back, it's visible that if he runs down the hill, he falls. He let the descent continue without changing the pace, blurring.

So the line that reached the flatlands came to the plains scattered with trees, stones, soil, and some flower colors besides the grass. In that place, where you can see cliffs (skewers) and rocks cut in the distance, there naturally exist shadows that were not in the hills behind them, areas beyond sight.

It was supposed to show danger and the possibility of ambushes, but Ledge, who was frightened (obsessed) by the deserted hills, breathed with relief. For him, the hills where the absence of creatures was visually understandable were probably more frightening than the plains where the potential (hissing) of the enemy could be seen.

That was, physiologically, certainly the right reaction.

Sabitoga and the others took a break before stepping into the resurrected plains of the shadows.

Get your hips down on the ground, rest your legs, and eat.

Ledge and the girl spread out the grass wrap with food that Sabitoga made them hold, while the other members remove portable food from their bags.

Smoked the mass or eyetake (kunsai) as it was, and shared the raw gummy fruit with the bean sprouts.

Drink water, add more for it, and restart after your body has calmed down. Hanglin still stood at the head. Sabitoga and the others now go on silently to him who goes on without hesitation.

The grass, which had grown surprisingly beneath my feet, became sparse as I proceeded. Straw picked them up with cancer and inquisitive when he noticed occasional splashes of sparkling (frivolous) light as he scratched the soil at the tip of his shoe (crease). It was clear grains (crushed) that were emitting light, varying in shape and size.

Straw with one on his tongue will be "heaped" shortly thereafter. "It's salt, this," he continued, nodding as Hangulin peered behind the withered kabanoki.

"It's a stopping sea and an adjacent space. Occasionally, sea water springs up and creates puddles. When it evaporates, salt mixes in the soil"

"Hey, are you okay with that? If some wall breaks down, it's gonna flood."

"Sometimes, yeah. Very occasionally, seawater comes through the soil. It's also local and temporary, always flooding only from underfoot directions, and not bigger than a little puddle of water. It evaporates quickly.

I'm sure they'll accidentally slip through the gaps in strong plates and rock beds. There's nothing frightening about it. "

Sabitoga watched (though) the plains as the grass became more and more sparse as she listened to the two of them. If the grass gap (sukima) is caused by the salt damage of sea water that springs up abruptly (toto), then the muscle (soto) also passes that the hills of grass are safer than the flatlands.

As Hangryn said, there are rules and rules that make sense in this world. If we understand that at all, we may be able to move forward in the future exploration (Tansaku) in our favor.

Sabitoga and the others proceeded to the plains as Hangulin interpreted fragments of the laws of the world, costing them time. Step on the grass and soil (fu), guard against the occasional shadows of the growing trees and rocks, enjoy the colours and aromas of small flowers unknown by name, and even go straight (yu).

The heralded encounter with the devil has not yet come, nor has he encountered anyone else.

Eventually, under cloudy weather (Donten) that remained bright, when we began to see the colour of fatigue on everyone's faces.

From the horizon of the plain, some great shadow surfaced.

Hangulin points to it and opens his mouth.

"Let's rest there today. There is no night in this world, but in time it should be sunset. You'd want to sleep somewhere with a roof anyway."

roof. Put the Sabitogas face to face with the words, and Hangulin slowly moves faster into the shadows.

- So after a few moments, the line reached the building that was built in the middle of the plain.

The roof Hanglin said was made of wood and hay, and every hole was rotten.

The silhouette, however, was large and magnificent with creatures, and it was surprising (today) that the Sabitogas had fallen (crumbs) in front of the main gate.

"... I wonder what this is..."

"What... well..."

Straw stared with a round eye at Hanglin as he walked indoors, trampling (f) the broken gate.

"... fort (by the way), nothing. Terribly old, wooden castle fort…"

As Straw put it, in front of the Sabitogas, a fortress (among others) like a decaying (ku) chigi tree, like a mountain, had its mouth open as it was eroded by moss (koke) and weeds.

A rare plain of signs of life, to be built there, is too exaggerated, an authentic stronghold fort (kijo).

On the outer wall, there are a number of launchers with rust-cut mounting arrows, and roundstones that appear to be for stone throwers remain piled up with mountains.

Sabitoga and the others were looking back at the plains they had walked in, as if they had prepared a mighty enemy to greet and shoot the army.