Hitsugi no Maou

"Lord Shibki. Isn't it cold?"

"Yes, Lady Chicken. It's okay, because this white outfit is made of a cloth a lot thicker than it looks."

The deepest part of the bedroom. Prince Sibuki and a senior queen sat in a large room for the king and queen to spend the night.

Tatami dyed with red dye is like a pile of blood when there is Shibuki dressed in death. The shadow of the SS walking across the obstacle from time to time (as often as possible) through the entrance of the room divided by a huge screen (bubble) comes and goes.

A senior queen, called the Lady of the Horn, picked up the bun that was rolling over the tatami with her honey-dyed nails, opened the package and offered it to Shibki to show.

Shibki shakes his head loosely and smiles back small. His face was cruelly similar to that of his abominable father, the late king.

Ho, ho, exhales as the Lady Dowager returns the bun to the wrapper. The room was littered with cluttered food and clothes thrown in for the two guards to be imprisoned, along with many others.

Shibki's white outfit is also a collection of cloths from such a change. Shibki lifted her silver powdered snow-colored sleeve (so on) and lifted her soft forehead with her fingertips.

"I've been really good to Lady Tsugino for the past month. Especially since my mother threw herself off the terrace and hurt herself, and, with all due respect, treated me so kindly that it seemed like a second mother to me."

"I'm so sorry to hear about your mother house. But he didn't refuse his life in despair, he chose to harm himself with the kindness of not being left in your heart when you decided to die."

"Yes. I understand. I couldn't do much filial piety (like this), but at least as a mother's child, I'm going to make it look fine."

"... the executioner you called seems to have come that far already. Lord Shibki, is there anything you want me to do for the last time?"

Shibki stared at the senior queen in front of her, but immediately shook her head beside her with a smile. In reply to the young prince, who was a little after ten years, the queen's eyes were slightly filled with water.

"I'm done with this country. All the fine righteous are driven to death. All that will remain will be evil men and lowlifes. In a country of evil, I'm sure I can't die a decent way either."

"Lady Tsuge."

"... sorry. I said something wet. At a time like this, you can't have a weak core. The ghost princess of the east would surely not move one eyebrow and send you out with dignity."

"It's too late for me to say, but please don't give up hope. No country in the world has ever been stained with evil, and no country has been able to retain evil permanently. As long as there are people, the country will have a straight path. Man is a creature that gathers on the right path and defeats evil."

I believe so.

To Shibki's words, the Lady of Shibhi nodded shallow, wiping her eyes with her fingers.

Exactly, at that moment.

A tremendous scream echoed from afar into a large room filled with only two voices.

The screams and sword trident sounds of Shibki and the others, who keep their eyes open, tremble.

The sound of men with weapons arguing. The sound of running around the floor, waving a sword, breaking through boards and obstacles and rolling around, getting killed.

The cry of the Terminator is coming closer and closer. The guards ran past the room and immediately screamed and begged for their lives. Bright red blood makes a noise and splashes on the obstacle peeking through the gap of the screen.

- Eventually, heavy shoe noises approached me from a hallway that sank into a stillness.

One who slashes and kills everything, stands in front of the handicap.

Only when the Lady of Shinigami shook herself and held her shoulder. The obstacle opens without sound. Bloody shoes peeked between the legs of the screen.

Shoes are approaching. And the body of the phoenix on the screen was cut in two with the sword flashing.

From beyond the falling screen appeared the form (become) of a terrible monster. The red of blood and the black of feathers, as well as the different colors that put together the white of the jawbone, send a dark gaze to Shibki.

Shibki precedes the human flesh and fat stuck to the knife the monster hands and the eye and gut fragments.

Oh, I'm gonna get my neck dropped by this knife, I guess.

He was twitching his thoughts somewhere with a tremor of incompetence.