Hitsugi no Maou

Five months ago. At that time, when the earth was muddled by record heavy rains, the Purge Gnas called it "June of the Fifty Years of the Crown", or "January of the True King's Calendar".

The dawn of the Dark Age, when the prince Mitten, who trampled on the remains and will of his predecessor, seized the throne and the palace with his rebellious ministers who served him, and reigned at the summit of the kingdom.

All four other princes were captured, and all their mothers were shut in the rear palace. Anti-Mitten generals who pulled out their swords to rescue them were slaughtered by SS, who had a former Kingsguard (eh) commander rate (hiccups), and exposed their bodies to the ground.

Age of lawlessness. Sabitoga sidelined it from within a narrow cage.

Since that day of the Temple's occupation, Sabitoga has always been fed (soaked) less than livestock and imprisoned like a bird beast. The executioner's costume, which had been wet (not) by the bandit's blood, had already lost its red color and had become increasingly black and discolored.

Sabitoga was called "the crow of the cage" because of its likeness (Arisama) when the food was brought in once a day.

I wonder if the crow, who bladed at the throne usurper, will not be allowed to go outside unless he forsakes his loyalty to the Lord before him.

But the crow was not willing to be free until he distorted his ways. I don't want to dye my feathers white and live longer until I have a clever way of ringing like Hibari or Uggs.

Ring with a high, ominous voice, defend your black feathers, and one day poke your enemies' eyeballs. I was going to wait until I died for that opportunity I might visit.

In front of such Sabitoga, the world deformed and continued to deteriorate ugly (minni) day by day. Every law and justice had been lost from Purge Gnah at the border of the Temple's occupation by Mittens. The untruthfulness eventually took on a clearer form and there was bud blowing (mebu).

Only then did Mitten's vice infect his SS guards with that evil thought, and savage soldiers like wild dogs began to rule the capital. Bad official filth (Akanji) stirred and screams and yells ceased to interrupt throughout the day and night.

Even the chief ministers of the predecessor, who was supposed to have bowed the mittens, began to be executed by eating the sedition (oh) of oppression and solemn purgatory.

To those who do not care, to those who are incapable, they do not deserve to live.

It was none other than themselves that the king of wickedness called the world of the beast of the Throne.

Sabitoga continued to look (though) at the faces of the rebels dying in disgrace and regret from the iron box cages set in the corner of the execution yard (Sumi), which was his place of work.

Some called Sabitoga in agony to the sword of summary execution that the lower end of the SS (Pa) waved. How hard and necessary it was for them to get the painless sword of Sabitoga to be slapped on the neck and head hundreds of times.

Prince Mitten, who watched the execution step by step, laughed even happily (yummy) before such a similarity (Arisama) and showed Sabitoga his neck, which had been destroyed enough not to fasten the original form.

Like hell.

The voice of the snort cry (Abikokan) echoing the world is the sound of the destruction of man's world and the destruction of his country.

The mundane sound had profoundly and painfully pierced the ears of all those who loved Purge Guna.

"Couldn't you stop it? Were not there any roads left to avert doom?"

"Don't talk in the past! It's not over yet!

On a rainy night, a general came to plug in a crude (somatsu) bun (manju) and angered a prison sinking into darkness.

It seems that the general, who told Sabitoga about the heavenly kingdom in the Temple, has not yet broken his temper, even though he feels something backward about the status quo. As one of the new kings, Mittens is seriously trying to set the future of the country in a better direction.

It was only a matter of time before Mitten, who was uncomfortable with his words and actions, executed him.

The Lord of the patriotic temperament cannot live in today's Purge Gna. It's a race to extinction, no matter what.

"How many non-Mittens princes survive?

Sabitoga, who cannot sit or fall in a cage so narrow that her legs cannot be stretched, has to rest her body in an odd position with her knees and shoulders in the lattice. Each joint, where blood flow tends to be inhibited (soaked), will swell up, and in another month, somewhere will rot away.

The general glanced at Sabitoga, who grabbed a blur and a bun (manju), and replied in a painful voice, "It's the two of us".

"Princes Linmei and Shibki are waiting for the order of public executions. Lord Mitten is going to wait for your change of heart until it's critical."

"If I execute any one of the princes under Mitten's command, I can make it a testament to the inheritance of the authority of the Predecessor to Mitten. Conversely, it is difficult and difficult for Mittens to obey the people without their 'rituals'. We can't just kill all the people."

"Of the chief prince's minister, you are probably the only one with a 'hand' that can cross with the Mittens of today."

"Unless you feel sorry for me."

In a dialogue that clearly contains (fuzzy) insults, the general chews his lips (tickles) all the time. An old throat (throat) said, "Please," and when I did, I took the time to snub out the words.

"Give me your hand. I can save more lives by conditionally undertaking royal executions. If only we could issue an official announcement (rather) denouncing the outbursts of SS and bad officials and further prudence the death penalty..."

"I mean, I kill the Shibki princes, so you ask me to save only the lives of my subjects (Shinmin)? Do you want me to put that on Mittens?"

"... that's what I'm talking about"

"Go home"

To Sabitoga, who spat a short word of rejection, the general tried to bow his head about the muddy hands. To the old man's head in a waterproof cloth, but Sabitoga says, "Go home" to keep standing, he raises a harsh voice.

"It's the time you wanted and you were there. Don't let those in prison get their asses stuffed."

"Yes, it is! That's the best word ever! But!"

"Executions are not for sale. I told you before, even in the temple."

The general was peeling his teeth as he raised his face and was slapped in the forehead (hissing) by a fine rain grain (Ama crust).

In prison, the sad voice of an old warrior sounds.

"You're willing to take justice and heart from the old days! Sabitoga!!"

"That's the executioner. Old man."