Hitsugi no Maou

With a finger trembling in pain, take the liquor bowl.

It was the first time I had given the queen an audience. Even a ghost princess would have no experience in executioner's discretion or anything like that.

Slowly pour the liquor into a cup (juggling) offered with a grand hand like a warlord.

The ghost princess is watching Sabitoga. A needle-like gaze pierces through the back of the ceramic jawbone.

As soon as the cup was filled, Sabitoga pulled the liquor vessel. So the ghost princess "disqualifies" and vomits as strictly as a judge.

"As when releasing the overlapping lips (chills), it is an exaggerated practice to pull the residue (nagging) slowly and slowly together. If I am the king and you are the queen, I will surely miss your chance."

"Forgive me for being rude."

"Then no. Innocence in the rear palace is far from acceptable. … should be."

The ghost princess returned the cup and let the liquor suck on the tatami.

Staring at Sabitoga, who places his liquor bowl silently, the ghost princess breathes a fu.

The sound of that exhalation was the sweetness felt by her for the first time.

"Just a one-time discretionary maneuver. You can dance once. The life of a queen who is destined and cut off by such a thing…. I can't even imagine you guys."

……

"Do you think we should pretend?

Before vomiting the word of denial, the ghost princess laughed softly. It was a sharp (so much) laugh that it made me feel hostile. Her eyes are in the form of a razor (razor) and she looks at the executioner's neck.

"To be liked by the supreme power of the country, he learns the art of grinding beauty and acquires horny sexual skills, including indoor art. Lots of people slander such a queen as a high-ranking whore. It's only a bitch who fights over a single man's child."

"Being slandered by those who are not responsible for the words does not change the executioner"

"Don't be with you. Weren't you just silent and patient when you were slandered? Or were you here tonight and finally willing to fight for your dignity?

The ghost princess narrows her eyes as she dumps the cup into Sabitoga, who inadvertently returned her gaze strongly. "People have to fight," the red lips peeked at his teeth.

"Whoever makes it good to just continue to endure, whether trampled or kicked, lives a life similar to the stone on the road. Patience, etc., is not virtue. Those who do not return their fangs will be abused till their death.

Me, the rust. I dreamed of the heavens and walked into the backyard. "

"... heaven"

"That's right. Born in a prestigious house, my father and mother told me to be queen of kings for the house. The king likes you, adores you, holds you, gives birth to a prince, becomes an empress, and triumphs over the house. All the superior queens shall be the same. There are other women who want to enter the rear palace.

We had no choice but to be queens, no matter how we were raised. No other way of life was allowed. But I did not want to think of it as a destiny that could not be averted. That's why I dreamed of the heavens.

I thought I would strike down the king's heart, bone him, win the throne of the Mother of Nations (Kokobo), and go into battle to become the rare evil queen who manipulates the country from behind.

This is a battle for me. "

A ghost princess peeks into Sabitoga's face. A ghost grinned at the strange bird with a hostile voice.

"Don't say a word of sympathy to me (Me) when you have chosen a path of silence and endurance like a stone while being treated unfairly by the Gurumi of the Country. Whether this ghost princess is called a whore or a bitch, I don't care about that at all.

Sell beauty? That's what my father set out to do.

Use sex as a tool? That's what my mother planted.

Man can only compete with what is given to him by heaven. It is only then that I (I) will use all of mine as a weapon. Kick the bastards chirping and other things and drop the king with beauty and sex. Bring your country to me. That's what women fight for. "

The ghost princess, who let her voice slip off and said it out, quickly erased a grin from her face, then stretched her spine again and closed her eyes.

To the silent Sabitoga, the ghost princess takes the time to say, "Is it the trail of a dream (or not)," to snap.

"Until we talked about color inheritance, I was perfect. I did everything perfectly and left the fame of the First Lady of the Back Palace wanting. Born body anomaly… I couldn't help but think that what was given me from heaven was the last thing that made me a loser"

"Unfortunately, it is not your fault (...) that you were unable to be a spouse"

"Sort of. His Majesty has been uninterested in women in the Back Palace since the beginning. That's what I regret again. I can't wait to think that my exaggerations and dances were consumed as if I were breathing air."

The ghost princess opens her eyes. A blade-like stretch had vanished like a lie.

But her lips, with the mockery of the next moment, unleash a spicy (akuratsu) dialogue that reverses Sabitoga's hair muscles.

"Rural daughters who have not even held a lower rank, who have blurred the seat of the Lady from the field. It was really fun to call them coarse manipulations and tease them.

If the country were to perish anyway, it would have been better to teach His Majesty the misguided manipulation and let His Majesty poison it. That way, Mittens and other princes will be born. "