Hitsugi no Maou

There is no more sinful drink in the world than alcohol, Ledge thinks.

Alcohol storms, accentuates, and sometimes distorts a person's nature. The behavior of people transformed by drinking is largely annoying, uncomfortable, demented, and alluring to fear. The more intelligent people with physical hips, the greater the disappointment when they get sick.

"Ledge kun! Are you drinking? If you haven't had a drink, would you give it to your sister for a minute!

Hmm! and offering an oversized cup (just a scratch) is a charcoal that was perfectly done and even peachy the eyes of the disc. Ledge clearly expressed his willingness to refuse when he received a similar request at the banquet because he thought that the exaggeration, for example, was something a beautiful woman would do to a king or general.

But the charcoal reaction at that time, or whatever you want, can be done at the convenience of those who want it to be. A man can be a woman, or an old man can be a child. I want you to take the hostage, Reggie, but I want you to have an excuse! Give me a break before I dye my hands in the murder! And he was screwed over by drunken ramblings that renounced the muscular path of logic halfway through.

I can't deny that I was somewhat biased, but it's a lot of work. The spiciness of being forced to do something you don't even want to do is intolerable at all times.

However, once you have succumbed to a violent argument, there will never be a restoration of truth on the spot again. Reggie chewed the fact painfully as he poured the liquor into a bucket-like cup.

Even then, in the tower's shopping grounds, where the red night light of the basement falls, countless drunks hit by the wooden liquor Raymond plugged in are rolling like potatoes (potatoes) dug out of grain.

Straw hugging Gidlett, an absolutely restless injured man, squashes his moss mask noisily as he snores and vomits his bedtime words at the same time, and on the other hand, Oren and Blaze, who should have been in a patient-treater relationship, strike out their jaws after a quarrel they started with drunken momentum, falling down properly.

A stranger named after a tank, fortunately, was able to steal and drink alcohol and empty a whole barrel of alcohol, which had been stuck in the toilet ever since.

A miserable feast seat. The only (when) girl who didn't drink is forming on Charcoal's knees as if she were a traitor, turning an emotionless eye on the ledge, and continuing to grab the deer bones as much as a squirrel who hasn't thought about it.

Why did this happen? Placing a handheld liquor barrel on the floor, Ledge looked down at the waterway from the end of the tower sighing (tansoku).

From the point of view of Ledge, where charcoal and incendiary fires are caught, the battlefield is overlooked, where people and demons cut bone meat together during the day. Only one thin figure was moving through the blown earth and the landscape where the scorched grass danced.

Black silhouette with red light from heaven. A charcoal threw his voice at the ledge watching it.

"It's serious (serious), isn't it, him? I take very little alcohol, very little rest, and I go out in the middle of the night by myself buying a look around."

"The waterway is damaged, so the sound collector might be malfunctioning. It seems to be for confirmation."

"You're the type who often finds out, dedicates, and is liked by your aunt (the soothsayer). One day you're getting tired, you're going down."

My wife? In front of a crushing ledge just in his chest, Charcoal vomits even more disturbing words: "I wanted to see you drunk.

If Sabitoga has transformed her personality with alcohol like a charcoal, Ledge must no longer believe anything in the world.

"Wow, that's awesome," said Charcoal, who has no idea how to laugh, trying to get a barrel of liquor to return to the ledge and quickly sticking his knee into the bonfire.

Reaching back to support his body, he said, "Sketchy!" and the unspeakable accusations rise. Charcoal, holding himself, gained momentum and hung around with the girl, turning his eyes on the floor.

Groaning, the ledge holding your forehead (hissing). A girl looking up to heaven on a charcoal accidentally turned her gaze and advised me, "You just have to get drunk, too," he said.

That was the first useless piece of advice she threw up, ever since we met.