Hitsugi no Maou

The sound of retraction comes around the giant trees poking at heaven.

Sabitoga and the others who put up their weapons and enter the alert posture. The footsteps of the other party do not give you a clear sense of hostility. Footsteps that did not hide the signs were approaching us with dignity.

Number of people, one... no, two...?

Sabitoga tried to push from the sound and spacing of the footsteps, but she was not sure and frowned (mayu).

There are certainly more than four legs to step on a falling leaf. But there was little difference in the sound they made. I can't feel the difference in weight or walking. It all seemed like the footsteps of the same person.

The alien figure of the demon rises in the back of his brain with no response (no).

Sabitoga squeezed her spear hard into the unusual footsteps, but shortly afterwards she raised her voice and weakened her opponent's face (cont 'd) appearing from the shadow of a giant tree.

"Sabitoga! A horse!

A girl keeps the knife in her hand, pointing to a skinny (or) white horse.

It was a four-legged horse who was treading the leaves.

Sabitoga showed no other love (deflection) answers, and nodded to quite a girl as she scratched (or) her temples.

"... you're a horse. Is it someone's horseback ride?"

"It's a horse you don't know about. I'm a lot older. Maybe it belongs to a Gentile who came nearly ten years ago."

Later and a white horse stopping by the two of them narrowed his eyes full of yanis and snapped his nose. Sabitoga shouts "No" to the girl who inadvertently tries to get that face.

"Horses should not come from the front. It's hard to see the front because your eyes are on the side, and you're afraid of compelling fingers from outside your sight. If they bite, they'll lose their fingers."

"How is it right to touch?

"Nanae, I'm slowly approaching from the front, flat on the outside of my shoulder. Better stay away from fingertips and clumps."

The girl has a knife and, as I was told, carefully stops by the white horse. Sabitoga turned her spear tip to the ground and followed the girl behind her as she looked at the horse.

A quiet horse. She is thin (or) but tall and has black bumps in both eyes and mouth.

He looked like he had painted a wax.

"It doesn't feel good, but it's warm. It feels like people are used to it."

"There are traces (and more) of saddles (of) being loaded on my back. I guess it's still a Gentile brought in horse... but it seems to have strayed from its owner a long time ago"

Sabitoga puts her gaze on the tail as she stretches her horse all she wants.

The horseback riding, which had not been taken care of for a long time, seemed to be cracked and shredded (soaked).

Sabitoga caressed his neck as he reflexively loosened his eyes to a horse that gave him a weak gaze for help. When I tell him to snap, "Shall I take him," the girl makes him nod snuggly.

"Horses that come from themselves to people are no longer wild beasts. We should put him inside the people's business. If we take him to the Gentile settlement, we may find a new owner as well.

... Most of all, it would be pretty rare (rare) for someone to pick up such a boring old horse... "

"Not really. If you're a proper horse rider, it's something you can't leave as alone as these horses. Not as much as those who know the value of horses treat detached horses and other people's horses as they do. Live a man, and to an old horse, pay due respect.

That's what horse riding is all about. "

A girl twists her neck, yeah.

I thought to her that she didn't have a pin. That moment.

Sabitoga lifted his ever loose eyes, sharp (enough) and hung (one) at a time.

Unmaintained horses. I found a slight rub on his mouth.

Poor-quality rough iron marks the skin. A trace of the horse's head pulled around with strength.

Recently, there were signs of using the horse title (scum), which is the horse's equipment.

Consciousness turns to the giant tree where the sound of the horse's feet is suddenly heard. A shadow of a horse hanging with long chains (creases) and thorns (stretches) stood in the shade of a tree at some point.

The moment I try to return the spear tip, a shadow pops up. The shadow of riding while kicking the belly of a horse. Horses rising on their hind legs with screams.

Sabitoga's luggage bag, which received a girl who was about to be kicked off, was chained to a horse.

No sooner will the horses drive through the woods.

Holding the girl who loses her words, Sabitoga gripped (and tightened) her spear - but she couldn't do anything about it, chewing (or squeaking) her back teeth.

"They did it! That horse look is a disguise! I pitied my horse and blushed my luggage...!