Hitsugi no Maou

Sabitoga laid her chopsticks on Mitten's words and looked up at the ceiling as she swallowed rice grains.

He looks at the archer's face from the top of the assembly lamp and exhales low, "Is it immortal water?"

"The spirit medicine of life. God's stigmatizing (...) longevity liquor. A treasure of clothing and drinking that unleashes creatures from their lifespan… a common dream of mankind."

"In other words, we make a man equal to God."

"You think such ridiculous things exist"

Mitten shrugged her shoulders and sank herself deeply into the chair. Without rubbing (or even rubbing) her body at the ladies who stop by, the Dark Three Days Moon looks at the archers just like Sabitoga.

"Immortality. These four letters have always fascinated kings and emperors, letting them do all they can for their achievement. The stronger the man who sings the world, the more he wants power to be eternal."

"But those acts mostly (usually) end uselessly. I don't think the emperor who was poisoned with mercury and the queen who kept bathing her virgin's blood until she died when she was able to absorb it."

"The act of sending tens of millions of soldiers to an island of demons who cannot return alive would also be unprofitable, to say the least"

Sabitoga put her gaze back on the ground and saw Mitten's face. "I can't see the story," he said, staring at the white skin floating with dark eyes.

"Why are you telling me that dream now? Why try to make one man act pointless, even sending troops in"

"I do not expect you to bring back immortal water with me. Like the rest of us, you will be invisible and breathless on the Island of Demons."

"Then why..."

Sabitoga, who said it, swallowed the words a long time.

Mitten lowers her gaze and laughs at Sabitoga. As you get your hands in the gaps in the ladies' clothes, the darkness rings your throat (throat) like an instrument with rust on it.

"That's right. I don't care about immortal water itself. And I journeyed to desire the water of immortality, and thou hast answered it, and hast cut off the news. I wish I had that fact.

The royal executioner of the predecessor obeyed me and used his life for me. As long as I have that diagram, I will get the same 'result' as I would have you execute Shibki.

Can it be a sign that the authority of the former king has succumbed to me? "

White women with skin raised their voices as they danced their twists and limbs (wanting to) and were horny (miserable). Sabitoga squeezes her handmade fist and tells her to throw up "stupid".

"Where do you need me to go with a play like that? Even if it's not about sacrificing others other than yourself, it's about using your life for you."

"That's it. Executioner. You save others at your own expense. It's the executioner's minute (probably), the man who lives for the other. I finally got to know that."

Mitten exposed herself to the appearance of witchcraft as she wandered around the women who cling to her.

"I've been trying to figure out your humanity for a long time. The way you are a statesman, the way you are an executioner, you say the most obvious things, but all of them are just 'true arguments'. People are creatures who hide their nature beneath them while putting together correctness. I needed to uncover what you really cared about, what you couldn't give in.

That's how I can threaten and manipulate you. That's what I thought. That's why Shibki dared to miss sending you a messenger, causing a series of disturbances. "

"Don't underestimate me! Executioner! Do you think you can temporarily snatch the heavens into small objects too!!

And the women fell down on the floor one after the other, whether they were beholden to the roaring mittens or for other reasons.

You, the dark one, grins at Sabitoga as you embark on the table. [M] Vicious demon phase. It exhales a pronounced voice at the executioner.

"The ones you killed that night were particularly small (so-called) among my men. There is no denying that Shorty occupies much of the distribution… The best kept an eye on your trends from start to finish. It is a race known as' grass', a scourge lurked among soldiers and underprincesses, an internal watchman.

That disturbance was deliberately missed in order to blur the traitor who lends a hand to you in my glory. "

……

"I know you were going to get away with Shibki and erase your weaknesses, but the person you have to protect is still in my hands. Wouldn't it? After all, you can't trump a man in law, a man who values sympathy, you're sweet. You can't kill a good person unless you're forced by the law. That's a lot of 'cattle'."

In the dark eyes of Mitten, there was a dizziness and a red blood vessel.

"To the gutless ninja, the ghost princess of color madness. A clan romantic party of lowlife women like Quina. What the hell do you look like if I told you to peel all the raw skin out of your guts and feed it to your dog? Of orphans, Lord Owl."