Hitsugi no Maou

Scum. Shit.

Sabitoga opens her eyes somewhat surprised by a word popping out of the mouth of a quiet lady who speaks (and talks) with respect.

Charcoal stared at the fire and continued his words, teasing his own hair.

"Write those who risk (...) to risk (...), adventurer. Some motivate the acquisition of honor and profit, but it is inherently about people who repeatedly explore and fight on a personal level to enjoy the danger itself. That's a word closer to the kind of madman than a profession."

"... you don't have to be so masochistic."

"It's a fact. I also feel at ease when I am dangerously exposed (or even) to myself. They don't have normal nerves."

Sabitoga leans (hides) her neck as she hears the girl finally swallow (of) the bat meat left in her mouth. "You like danger?" And when he heard, Charcoal leaned his neck the same way.

"Since I was a little girl, I didn't like (or like) living in peace. Peace is supposed to be unattainable, but I couldn't help but hate living in dirt and livestock hair from morning to evening and not being able to read books either. Even though there are beautiful (beautiful) and wonderful things in the world, things called knowledge and courage, and righteousness, I was afraid to grow old in the countryside without being touched by it.

An honest life is like that of a shaded white plant that grows without light for life… "

Some poetic rhetoric of Charcoal echoed through the inner walls of the fallen tower, scattered in the sky.

The eyes of the disc are all over again.

"I was abandoning my home town and my family and stepping into the world on my own if I realized it. A tiny little girl, all over the 'dirty' world, starving, frozen (koko) eh, hurting, dirty, knowing the world, rose to little delights, and the result of pushing forward is' adventurer '. There's nothing to be proud of in you. I'm just a person who's been fulfilling my desires and pleasures."

"Excellent Gentiles Naming Adventurers All Say Similar Things"

A girl with an open mouth sent a purple gaze to Charcoal. When her gaze is taken by a disc, a single crease runs in the girl's eye area.

"But the more adventurers who are ashamed or regret themselves, the better the monster is. Adventurers are weaker and less useless than those who are good at choosing a profession that is holy. Adventurers are a really annoying race."

"The people of the birth canal say 'excellent' and we Gentiles' excellent 'are different. No matter how strong and smart a person can be, he can't put his chest up in his way of life. An adventurer who can say that he is the chosen one in that sense would be better than me.... I ended up hating being like a family with eyes like a goat with no shards of intelligence, who lived every day with only dirt and livestock hair. I became another scumbag to avoid that. That's all."

"But I don't like being treated like a scumbag with a husband who chose me like that. So just the couple came to Devil's Island."

"... what do you mean?

The girl and Charcoal saw Sabitoga, reluctantly clapping her mouth, at the same time. Charcoal messes with her hair and squeals her throat (throat) low.

"By subduing the world and putting myself in danger, I came into joy that I have a more intelligent and pioneering life than people in the countryside who are soiled and hairy. I liked him in such a minute (probably) and had a baby with a fellow man.

But, Mr. Sabitoga. Creating a family means you have to put down the roots of your life somewhere. It is unacceptable to take a child on an adventure without a home or a home. Of all the 'tranquillity' of people who mess with the soil and mow their livestock hair… that's the safest place for kids. "

……

"But how can you start living the way you've been denying it now? Me and Blaze are becoming only adventurous people. I have no common sense or ability to live in a normal human society. If I had a parent like that, I'd waste my daughter's life. So... that's why we left our daughter with Blaze's mother and came to Devil's Island. To achieve a tremendous adventure that my daughter will never have trouble eating without us all her life."

"Is that the immortal water?

Charcoal chewed his pinky finger and basically opened his nose. When I take out something like a thick notebook, I give it to Sabitoga.

If you received it and turned the contents, there was a line of paintings with the same brush as the portrait of the toddler Blaze was showing off.

Was it homemade? Sabitoga, who narrows his eyes, fingers the sandy path of the stopped sea, the woods of Buna, and the paintings of the clothing bear.

"It's a fine adventure book. The inner details of the Devil's Island are painted in detail. And the supplement outside the painting, you?

"Yeah. But the text is better in Blaze, so I'll have it added later. Once I've ventured all the way through the Island of Demons and completed my notebook... I'm going to leave the island, even if I don't have access to immortal water. Now that we're physically unable to escape, it's not even a joke."

"I see. Is the adventure itself made in the demonic realm of the predecessor a worthwhile achievement? If you replicate it and flow it to the market, scholars and rich people will buy it."

"Treasures and rarities will be money soon, but it won't be something that will guarantee your life. Sometimes it's taken up at the convenience of the country... well, immortal water is such a dangerous thing, just because you have it can be targeted for your life. Most importantly, looting and artifacts are not our couple's hobbies."

Continue to Sabitoga and the girl loading the notes as Charcoal stares into the sky at the end of the tower.

"In that regard, the book is good. We can make facts and knowledge valuable and distribute them without destroying anything. As long as there are readers, there is an ongoing reward for the author and his associates, who can collect money and anything else"

"A lifetime's worth to your daughter."

"... only savages burn books. So long as our hometown is at peace, our books will continue to be in the power of our daughter. If the adventure of a dangerous place of death is worth it, then that writing is exactly what we deserve to do. If I could guarantee my daughter's life... then me and Blaze would go home by my daughter"

Sabitoga slowly closed the page and returned it to Charcoal, feeling the parchment that touched his hand conveyed the weight that carried a person's life.

"I showed you something precious," he says, turning to a smile that floats naturally.

"Blaze's child troubles (spills) were awesome (at best), but you're a big deal too. Your daughter is a happy man."

"... Honestly, I don't think so..."

"You are good parents. I feel like for the first time I've come to this settlement and met someone who says things I don't feel behind. You owe your daughter."

Charcoal stared at Sabitoga's face, taking a little time before spilling a crumbling smile at her. "Really?" and she can raise her teasing voice, "the girl recognises as' annoying... 'just the movement of her mouth.

Within the settlement, it was factually preferable to meet people who expressed honest motives and emotions. The Bournes and their residence, the tower, will at least be able to introduce them favorably to the forthcoming Straws.

The sound of Mrs. Charcoal's voice, which kept sounding low, causing the bat meat to sprinkle the last fat left to burn, mixed with the chisel.