Hitsugi no Maou

The fort (by the way) was infinitely bright, and the countless columns of light descending from the hole in the roof lit up the floor with moss (coke).

The roof and walls are even assembled with the cut out kabanoki intact, but only the floor consists of wood that is properly processed into a plate.

Sabitoga, catching up with Hangulin, said frankly (softly), "What is this place?" He was there. Hanglin, who was only singing a nose song, shrugged her shoulder and answered without her eyes.

"Decades, hundreds of years ago, the stronghold fortifications of those against the devil built by the armies of some country. I don't know much about it either."

"Army......"

"There must have been a distinguished high-ranking soldier who landed with his soldiers when he offered his immortal water to my king. It's a common story. We procured local materials to match the number of soldiers and built a fort.

Follow me. There's something interesting ahead. "

Hanglin goes through the broad hall of the fort and through the half-broken second gate.

Sabitoga and the others became him, and stepped on a decaying lumber mass (heap). Then across the gate I saw a place like a courtyard where the ground swept out.

A garden where kabanoki and gummy little trees grow slightly like they were left behind. Some places are like fields separated by stones, and some kind of crop smudged crawl (tsubaki) sweeps the ground around the weeds.

But it was a huge mass of white bones (heaps) that cast a shadow behind the garden that caught the most attention of the Sabitogas who crossed the gate.

If you approach it, it's seemingly monkey or people-like skeleton, and it's sitting (at all costs) like a saint in Nirvana (Nehan).

Both orbits (cancer) were filled with a few large rust spears, and the tip (hose) penetrated the skull, striking even the back wall.

Hangulin stood in front of the alien white bone corpse, wondering how many times his height would be, and looked back at the Sabitogas as they spread their arms. "What do you say," he chuckles, raising his voice as Reggie makes the sound of kneeling.

"... no way, it's the bones of the devil, I don't know what to say"

"Hey, there won't be anything else. The people of the birth canal are huge too, but that one has a proper human skeleton. This bone has more ribs and phalanges than humans do. I have fangs."

"Even if we line up the four Kronovs, they're still big enough......! You're telling me to fight this...!

"It's okay," Sabitoga said low before the serious voicing ledge got on the ground not only on her knees, but even on her hands.

Everyone else's gaze gathers in Sabitoga as well as the ledge. "Why are you okay?" Sabitoga, staring at the white bones, thought of and answered a large creature living off the coast of her hometown of Purge Guna.

"Whales (crumbs) are bigger. Fishermen in my country hunt and kill giant whales. Fishing in small numbers is not uncommon."

In front of Hanglin, who frowned (Mayu), the straw blew out. Sabitoga tilts her neck as she shifts her gaze to the ledge.

"You don't have to be in the military to fight enemies this size. Reggie, we humans have already 'experienced' this magnitude. If you can kill a larger whale with a mole, you can defeat the demon with a spear or sword."

"... is that what it is...?

"Oh my God, if it's a bad eater on the border, the bones of the devil won't even haunt you."

When Straw looked at him with a laugh, Hangulin turned his back (sobbing) like he was extremely bored and just retreated (sobbing) from the front of his bone. Sabitoga throws her voice from her back at him as he walks "let's go upstairs" with his head on.

"You've never met a living demon, not a corpse, Hanlin"

"Of course there is. You'll see soon enough."

"Are they intelligent people, like these white bones?"

Hanglin stops walking perfectly and looks back at Sabitoga. "Do you think it's an expression of intelligence to form Zazen?" - Yes. Hangulin's mouth swelled into the form of mockery.

"It is an idea that emerges because it recognizes intelligence in the Demon King, the chief of the demon. I think she smelled intelligent on her waist and graffiti, but that's a hell of a mistake.

The devil has no intelligence. Where are the creatures who take a saintly stance while being poked by a big spear? That is the proof that the devil is not a creature. "

Keep your face back in front of you, Hanglin leaving the courtyard.

Sabitoga and the others gathered their gaze at the dead demon as they assembled Zazen at nothing, but returned their heels (chirping) to the call of Hanlin, who flew right in, and followed him.

Once again, the row returns to the hall, climbing a wide (Haba) staircase that stretches clear of the walls and continues to the upper floor. The fort was about three stories tall, but upstairs consisted of a corridor around the wall, which was essentially a blowout.

A corridor made of old trees, albeit sturdy, made an unpleasant noise whenever it hit a shoe (crease), and the occasional blurring and loud breaking noise caused the crushed pieces of wood to fall downstairs.

Isn't it safer to sleep on the ground floor? That's what it said on everyone's face except Hangulin, but he doesn't speak of it because he just saw the collapsed main gate and the body of the demon (Shikan).

There are traces of the battle between man and the devil. No one would have given a head-on opinion to Hanglin, who knew what it would look like if he had been.

"The bones of the demon that were beneath seemed a long time old"

I look back at Sabitoga with her mouth open as Hangulin puts her foot on the stairs leading to the third floor.

The railing that his hand had grabbed made a sound and broke.

"Like this fort, a few decades or so would be the remains of hundreds of years ago. That's what it is"

"Other than that bone, are there no bodies of demons left? The fort is equipped with a firing device for Daisei and a stone thrower. It seems more like a readiness for a solo enemy than a readiness for a group of troops..."

"As I said earlier, you don't know the details of me and this fort. I discovered it in the middle of an expedition and use it as a good refuge. Don't you know what kind of situation people used to have in the fort and what kind of end they followed?"

Hangulin replied so, but hoisted her chin up the edge of her mouth.

"If you turn your uncertain imagination around, I'm sure that when this fortress was built, the plains, unlike now, were filled with demons. That's why there were so many horrible groups of aliens nestled in this land that the armies of one country would be stuck.

The people built fortifications and continued to fight the demons who attacked them every day. At the end of the day, we studied the existence of a group of demons... like the rulers. "

"You think that's the remains downstairs?

"And they lifted up victories before a group of demons that were disintegrated and dispersed. And he buried the bodies of his fellow countrymen and enemies who died in battle and dumped the fort. Only the bodies of the most mighty demons can be made wild without burying them as a sign to the remaining enemies.

Those who thus pushed behind the island of demons met new enemies and never returned. That would be the place. "

"In that imagination, at least the owners of the fort would have recognized their intelligence against the devil. The only thing that makes a show work is someone with minimal intelligence."

"Right. But well, imagination is an imagination. The truth is in the history of an unknown battle on the Devil's Island."

"I wonder if there are demons in the plains today as well"

With his mouth shut to the ledge, Hangulin said as she reached the third floor, "Isn't that obvious?" she was surprised. "There's nowhere more safe than we've reached this world," he continues, laughing as the ledge pulls a small "right".

In other words, if you think about Hangulin's imagination underneath, Sabitoga and the others are now in a place that was a war zone in the past. And upon the land which the host of the devils and the hosts of man slew one another, and determined the female male.

An aging military base. It is the remains of the demon, so to speak, of the general, who is left there.

If we find the Sabitogas who sleep in such a place equal to the graves of the war dead, they will naturally attack us with their fangs.

Sabitoga sighed softly and snapped, "You mean out of your mind", aware that there was perhaps a mixture of romantic (Rohman) stiffness in her thoughts.

Hanglin crosses the corridor on the third floor and enters what appears to be the duty station of the archers facing the front of the fort. In that place, where the floor area was taken wide, there were a number of large peek holes in the walls, and a number of long ladders (hibiscus) rolled around, which would be for moving between corridors and hierarchies.

The trees that make up the ladder (ladder) are still new to the wood used for the fort. "The other Seekers will use this place as well," Hanglin said as she unloaded her luggage, pointing to the ladder (ladder).

"Sleeping people occasionally repair walls and floors or leave household amenities behind. The ladder (ladder) was purposefully made by a monk named Ramada who brought in cabanoki wood." so that our guests can flee immediately in an emergency. "

"You surprisingly can afford it. Who can lump things for the other Seekers?"

"Ramada was particularly dedicated. But he was found dead a while ago. There will be no one to crawl the new ladder anymore."

Sabitoga, who was silent for a moment, said, "Where can I meet other explorers like that?" and the moment I was there. Hangulin fell asleep on the floor and closed her eyes without any warning, just as she had made it the night she first met the Sabitogas.

Next time. Yes, to Hanlin speaking on his back, Sabitoga laid her bags down herself as she met the Straws face to face, and gave up the conversation.

Nevertheless, I have decided on a bed for tonight. To rest their bodies and regain strength, Sabitoga and the others began preparing to reveal a bright night.