Juu Sai no Saikyou Madoushi

"There you go, Ferris. It's today's mess!

"Thank you very much!

Ferris jumps at the bread his parents throw on the ground and greets him.

Faded, torn pieces everywhere.

Barefoot with rocky skin firmly stepped on.

All you can stretch your hair.

My parents watched a girl who looked like that scratch moldy bread from a far away place.

Ferris, who turned ten this year, was a mine slave.

When my heart came to mind, I was in this demonic stone mine, and I was made to work as a slave.

Ferris' day begins with a crude bunk that lumps at the entrance to the mine.

When the fiber wakes up on a worn out mussillo and crawls out of the mine, my parents yell at me for digging the demon stone.

Ferris breathes outside air before diving into the mine and digging for demonic stones.

It's a dark pit, but over the years of working in it, Ferris had a good night's eye.

Ferris is the only one mining in the mine.

When Ferris digs the demon stone and returns to the ground, he loads the demon stone onto the trolley and pushes the trolley away.

Miners and parents who are away from it receive it, dissolve it in the furnace, and refine it.

Parents, for some reason, do not attempt to approach the entrance to the mine or the Ferris. I cover my whole body with protective equipment, and I just throw it when you give me food.

At one point, after a miner who came near Ferris barely breathing his breath threw up blood and fell, his parents began to speak to Ferris from further afield.

I remember Ferris speaking politely because I realized that you could get a lot more bread that way.

If the parent is in a good mood, the amount of bread increases.

And my parents seemed happy to be respected by everyone.

So Ferris listened to the words of the miners as they spoke to their parents and cautioned them to honor their parents in a beautiful way of speaking, except for impurities and stitches from which there was a personal difference.

Then, I used to get only about a pinch of bread when my parents were in a bad mood, but I could get a good grab of bread.

Sometimes you can throw two or three loaves of bread when your parents are in a good mood. Thanks to this, Ferris was able to make his stomach squeak less frequently when he was diving inside the mine.

Ferris was no fool. If it was necessary for my survival, I could observe, analyze and work out measures closely around me.

It's just because Ferris was too abnegate and only did the analysis he needed to survive.

However, there were too few people to see, and there was not enough information.

Ferris did not know why he was the only one diving into the Demon Stone mine.

I didn't know why diving into a demon stone mine wouldn't kill me.

In the first place, I had no idea that demon stone mines were even deadly harmful to humans.

Ferris was satisfied with the current situation.

Because I didn't know there was any more life.

I remember livin 'in the house long before they brought me to the mine.

But that memory is blurry everywhere, leaving little presence inside Ferris.

Ferris just had a place to sneeze through the storm, get something to eat, and if no one threatened his life, that was all he was happy with.

Yes, I didn't know that sometimes the sharp pain in the chest was loneliness.

I didn't even know that the burning feeling of my breasts felt when I saw my parents eating sandwiches and meat looking delicious was envy.

Ferris was a happy mining slave.

... Until I snuck in on that conversation between my parents that day.

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That was when Ferris rarely slept poorly and relaxed all night.

Morning sun shoots inside the mine, and Ferris blurred his eyes open on his bunk.

From the outside, you can hear the miners starting to get ready for work, and their sleepy talk.

"Is that kid still asleep? We've been busy since early in the morning."

"Totally. If I had any more color, I'd take him to the inn and make him work at night."

"Ha ha, a joke. That peel won't be long before it shrivels."

Nasty laughter.

I don't know what you're talking about, but I know they're not pointing good emotions at you. Ferris squeezed his body tight and shrunk.

"You know, working with such a monster every day makes me feel darker."

"Oh. It's totally queer to feel disappointed in bread that fell to the ground. We have a girl... but I don't want to think of her as the same creature."

On Ferris' little chest, a bad mouth pierces him.

I never heard of this.

Usually I was exhausted from mining work, and as soon as the sun went down, I was unconscious and comatose, so I didn't even know what kind of pussy the miners usually slapped.

Ferris had no common sense or knowledge, but he had emotions.

No, the hostility directed against people was felt stronger because reason accounted for a small proportion in the soul.

"Hey, you guys. Come on, man."

At that time, I heard the voice of my parents.

Yes, the parent, Ferris thinks.

Parents are kind. Give me food. He also gave me a mussillo on the bed. It is brown and cloudy, but it also gives me drinking water. Anyone who gives you what you need to live is a good man.

If you're a parent, you make me stop saying bad things to everyone.

Ferris hoped so.

But what was the word that came out of my parents' mouth?

"Ferris is a worthy kid. Whether it's a monster or a kedamom, it doesn't change anything useful."

"But my parents…………"

I whisper to the miner I'm about to say, and my parents keep going.

"Hey, one of these days you'll be so worn out that you won't even be able to eat the mesh, so make it your favorite. Until then, you're in a good mood to make money. What a delight it is to do rotten bread, that garbage."

"Hehe, no"

"She's a leftovers trash."

"Uh, stinky smell"

Mockery.

Ferris bit his back teeth too hard.

My chest, my head, my whole body, was cool and hot.

Though Ferris didn't know that it was an emotion called anger.

I don't want to be with those people any more.

I don't want you to work here.

To make up my mind, that was enough.