Hitsugi no Maou

With a new face (Mentsu), the Gentile settlement sinks its silhouette into a red night in the underground world, as it once has done tens of thousands of times.

Those who welcome newcomers, those who guard against secrets and heels, and those who leave them uninterested. The residents' cluttered thoughts are irritated, and they fall asleep in the midst of electric light like blood.

A settlement that leaves only a few spectators and ceases its activities -.

To the south of it, in the woods of giant trees, a dark voice sounded, not even that of man.

"Hang Lin Ku... where are you - Yikes...?

Skip the trees filled with lizards, and the thick ones cut off every strain (rash).

Toxic fruit juice scattered and defiled Raymond's face, distorted by the tearing grin, as the ruptured tumor (Shiru) scattered blood.

"Come out... I picked you up...? I clearly said," You're in exile. "But I came into the woods without sexual punishment.

Raymond unravels the yellow tangled tree branches of the sign. "I can't help it. Ahhh," chuckled his temples, with thick blood vessels floating like mites.

Oren and the mushroom-headed man follow from behind Raymond, who wields a twig and cuts open and thrusts through it. Auren, who still walks in a way that seems to cover her painful knees, was pointed at with a mace (a battle stick) in his hand by a mushroom man, and she smiled reluctantly.

"I don't want to! It's so cool. I'm not ashamed to beat the crap out of you!

"... Shut up! Shut up you fat fuck!!

"Hey, there's someone close to me." No one can help you. What if a horse thief fights on the ground? Stupid. You're an asshole. Ugh. "

"Holy shit!!

The mushroom man relentlessly kicked Oren's knee trying to roll out a fist punch with his thick leg. The mushroom man jumps back and forth from the dull auren, and becomes delightful (yummy).

"I can't use my horse or my leg. You're not scared! Zaya, look! Zaya, look! Useless death! From today on, I'm Mr. Raymond's right arm! Yatter!"

"Hey fat bastard. Hey, shut up. Hanglin, what if you freak out and pull in?"

When Raymond looked back with a smile on his face, the mushroom man stopped making a perfect noise and stood up. "I'm sorry," Raymond continues, teasing his beard with his fingers, "more or less," to him, who makes a strange voice like someone else.

"How can you be my stomach because Oren broke? Who made that decision?"

"What...? 'Cause, Mr. Raymond, we're the only two people left, aren't we? We're the only ones who have a crush on you, regardless of the village chief's position."

"I used to do it alone. I don't need a 'right arm' other than my own, and I've never wanted one."

Raymond turns off his grin when he sees the mushroom man and Oren as stunned (groaning).

Something shook (boiled) the branches from the tree, the sound of retraction.

"I don't have a hobby for making fifty or sixty children and caring about the 'organization', as the previous village chief did. Un, occupy the ruins of a thousand years ago and force them. Ah, you may forget the anxiety that has plunged you into hell with zero survivors, but halfway through safety and status kills the seekers for what they really are.

Misunderstood footing in the shallow layers of the underground world as a 'fight for survival', causing you to lose the courage to challenge depth. It will be strong for other survivors. You know? "

"... we don't know what our predecessors are like in the first place. Mr. Raymond killed him a long time ago."

"He was like a man who painted flexion. A massive mass of muscles, wielding a silly, big sword, the righteousness of the conquering mind. But I became corrupt after realizing the existence of the settlement and the way of life of the village chief."

Raymond leans into the ground and squeals his nose to track the smell of hanglin. His throat (throat) trembled slightly delightfully.

"Settlements were originally nothing special or special. It is the same wooden fortress (by the way) built on the plains, a base in time, a resting place, set up by humans who have challenged the Island of Demons in the past, using their own resources. Keep it everywhere so that you and other Seekers can fight more favorably against the Devil. That's the kind of facility that was built on an implicit sense of cooperation.

My predecessors made it a safe haven for only those who pledge allegiance to themselves to live in. I lumped the armed children, tried and intimidated the visiting newcomers, and told them to show off the flag of the barely settled settlement and swear to obey it.

The one I think sounds stupid spits and goes back to the woods. When you become a child of your predecessors, you don't even have to be free to explore and stay in the settlement. "

"Ha. So you're turning the Seeker into a ghetto guardian? Then the battle against the demons and the search for immortal water will stall."

"Reality escapes. Forgetting its original purpose, it tried to distract a small kingdom in a community in the woods. It's a serious act in an excellent Gentile. So they were forsaken by the people of the birth canal, and they lost the guidance of the Demon King."

Raymond took his face off the dirt and pointed behind Mao (Shih) as he stood up. "It's over there," the mushroom man and Oren chase after him as he walks out crushing.

"I didn't want to be the village chief," Raymond waved, cutting off a thick branch of wood.

"You abandoned the future from yourself and ran away from the battle, but the one who cares about the king without even realizing it was pathetic (...), so I killed him (...). It's like interfering with a dying pig. The little pigs who just lost their parents pigs started crying about not knowing what to do tomorrow, so I put the settlement back in the way it should at least be.

Then when was the last time I was able to do it? "