Kuro no Maou

My twin sister has been sick and weak since birth.

There was no father from the beginning. By the time I realized it, my mother was dead, too. My family is alone with my sister who falls ill.

"It's okay, 'cause your brother's gonna make sure you're fine!

The boy, his brother, loved his sister wholeheartedly as his only family. I've never thought about abandoning them.

But the life of an orphan cannot be anything but the word ‘poor’. Regardless, there can be no room to buy medicines to cure the disease.

The boy worked hard, though young. It's a cheap salary for a bundle of three sentences, even though they sometimes step down on payments.

Dirty work, hard work, I did anything but crime.

If I ever got caught, no one would take care of my sister, I couldn't risk it. And above all, he was the bearer of a good heart.

I took the time, little by little, but I definitely saved money.

A little more, a little more, on the day my sister celebrates her thirteenth birthday the same as herself, I'm sure she can buy medicine.

"I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry...... until now, I'm sorry for all the inconvenience......"

The day before my birthday. That's what I left out, my sister's dead.

Someone's salvation hand never reached out, and it was really sad, by disease, in pain, dead. He's dead.

- Let yourself die.

Before his cold, unusual sister, the boy thought so, without one or two.

"There has been an unchanged tomb guard in a cemetery out of town for a hundred years. Do not come near her, do not know her. That must be some kind of witch. If you accidentally step into the back of the cemetery, you will remain one of the dead -"

The boy had heard such rumors.

Absolutely, where I want it.

The unfamiliar sister is undoubtedly sent to the cemetery first. Because it can't possibly be a boy's scarce possessions, such as building a tomb in a temple of righteousness.

Her sister, who was handed over to the coffin, left town as soon as she was put on the carriage carrier.

The boy also sneaks aboard. Next to my sister, whispering that I would soon go ‘that way’ too.

"Oh, that's the grave guard..."

When he saw her in a dark forest cemetery, the boy remembered emotions other than grief for the first time since his sister died.

White skin like snow and brighter hair than that. But only the eyes glow bright red.

Her face peeking out of her silver big head cut off with her shoulders resembled a doll that one day said she wanted a sister. Somewhere inorganic, but uninterrupted beauty, etc., looks just like it.

Flesh that draws feminine ups and downs and curves on slallish, stretched thin hands and feet, even from above the black coat, catches my eye as a pre-adult boy.

But the most surprising thing is that they carry up a coffin with one left arm, while being such a woman's body.

Long pattern weapon with a giraffed three-day moon-shaped blade on the right hand side. I remember the horrible impression that just gently touching the tip of the blade was going to tear my fingers apart.

But it was because she showed such outwardly stained beauty and power that, as rumored, she thought she would kill herself.

If I die near my sister, I'm sure she'll bury me right next door.

At the source of such predictions, the boy hid under his breath until the grave guard had finished burying him.

The coffin disappears into the earth.

My sister finally disappears from the ground, and yet another emotion of sorrow springs up.

But at the same time, I finally realize that my time of death is approaching, and more than a few fears also bring my neck behind my chest.

At the time when the cold sweat broke out more and I let myself be stretched by the nervousness that the tomb guard would notice just the sound of my squeaking heart.

"Invalid"

I heard the tomb guard song.

A cappella soul song spun solely by the voice, not accompanied by the performance of an instrument.

Whether that lyric was a distant exotic word or an ancient language, the boy had no idea what it meant. But still...

"Ugh... Ugh..."

However, the melody was a gentle melody that stained the back of my chest. It's like a mother's lullaby heard at an early age.

"Damn, uhh... thanks..."

The boy realized, that his sister's soul was saved.

It's such a beautiful, beautiful tone that they can send you out to heaven. You can't be unhappy, you can't be unsaved.

What resuscitates in the back of my brain is the face of my sister, who laughs furiously.

Oh, yes, my sister has now traveled beyond heaven with that smile.

From the bottom of my heart, I believed that.

It could have been a life of poverty, a painful disease, a life without a single good thing in retrospect.

But at the end of the day, my sister passed away happy.

I was more than happy about it, and I even felt rewarded with the very life I had lived for my sister.

"Ugh... kuh... wow!

So I wasn't scared anymore.

"Who are you..."

Even if the tomb guard finally showed up in front of him to kill himself.

"Why should I kill you, even if it's a grave ravage?"

The tomb guard was baffled by the first time things had happened.

The same is true of the appearance of a boy who is a resident of the town, but also to the fact that there is a urban legend (wasa) running without roots or leaves that when he enters the cemetery, he will be killed by himself.

Nonetheless, after some explanatory time, he succeeded in solving the misunderstanding.

"Shh, excuse me..."

The boy who is making himself seem more sorry than words is the brother of the girl he buried today.

I see, they do look a lot like each other.

Though somewhat twisted and thinly dirty, if you look closely, his face is so adorable that it can't be compared to the girl around it.

What a troubled boy, however, who thought to chase after the less grief of losing his twin sister.

"It's too late today, it's just dangerous to go back to town, you should stay"

The tomb guard decided to summon up his scarce common sense and take care of the boy for one meal at a time.

It is her first visitor, invited to her residence, the old little temple.

"Thank you for such a treat"

"Fine, it's not a big deal"

"Um... you normally eat rice"

"In town, they think I'm alive and eating even in Kasumi..."

I've never had the experience of having a chat with someone, etc.

Can I fulfill my role as a grave guard and have fun chatting with others?

I never doubted that, but I didn't have to worry about that before a boy with an image of a tomb guard who was too unsolicited, and the story played. You can call it a knockout.

"How about some hot water?

"It's just fine. Um, I'm so sorry, I even had to take a bath..."

"Don't worry about it. Better yet, you seem pretty dirty, I'll wash you."

"Eh, hey."

I also tried the guy the world calls‘ naked dating ’.

He was proud that this would have allowed him to crack it down more with the boy, but after getting out of the bath for some reason, he kept blushing and distracting himself from the grave guard.

I was a little shocked.

"Good night."

"Oh, good night"

We slept together in one bed.

I feel slightly narrower than usual, but that didn't feel strange and bad.

"Um, thank you"

Unexpectedly, the boy told me a thank-you that I didn't know how many times it would be today.

"You mourn my sister. That song was so beautiful, warm, and tender. I'm sure my sister could have gone to heaven with happiness, so thank you so much."

"Well... no, as a tomb guard, until I did my natural job. You don't have to be so afraid..."

After hearing the words, the heartbeat on his chest was slightly loud and the tomb guard didn't sleep very well.

Shortly before I fell into the abyss of sleep, I got an answer as to why I felt this way.

"I can't believe I was praised for the song, I was born, for the first time..."

The next day. The time comes for the boy to return to town.

"Thank you very much for staying the night"

"Oh, oh..."

The tomb guard is also inwardly confused by the emotions he remembers anew.

For her, who has lived a hundred years alone, it is a natural environment where loneliness is not even conscious.

It was therefore unrelated to feelings such as "loneliness".

Not until I say goodbye to the boy at this time.

I want to say something and stop. But I can't think of that word.

Myself a grave guard, ever and ever, it's an absolutely immutable mission.

And he's just a kid. I will continue to live in that big town, growing up, old, dying one day.

This event is nothing more than an irregular once in a hundred years or not. So I'll never see him again. There's no reason to see him, no need for him to.

"Um, can I come back here, please?

So I thought the word was a lie.

"I don't want to go after my sister anymore, but I definitely don't want to forget."

There's no way there's such a convenient story.

"And again, I want to hear that song"

No, it's not a lie, it's not a dream, it's not an illusion.

Under the clear blue sky, the boy smiling just a little embarrassed, undoubtedly the appearance of truth.

"Oh, come anytime, you're welcome"

The boy comes to the cemetery every three days.

"Hello"

"Hey, I've been waiting for you."

For the tomb guard, the routine he was in was always the norm.

Neither the difference in gender nor the difference in age out of digit will prevent the two of them from getting closer together.

At least, with each passing of time, with each passing season, the heart of the tomb guard became more and more attracted to the boy.

"O White God, give eternal rest to the souls of all the dead and illuminate them with constant light"

A soul song played in front of my sister's grave is a ritual of agreement between the two of us.

But by the time the season shifted, its singing had overlapped in two rather than one.

"You seem to have completely remembered."

"But I still don't know what the lyrics mean,"

The heart of the tomb guard is filled with a sense of unspeakable happiness in the appearance of a boy who laughs shyly.

"Your pronunciation is perfect. And you have a beautiful voice."

"Oh, thank you"

Even if the boy was tone-deaf, here's what she would have said.

Coincidentally, however, the boy did have the gift of singing. Grave guard praise was not just a compliment, it was an indisputable fact.

As such, even more time passes.

If you noticed, it was about a year since you two met.

"I sang that song at my tavern the other day. Um, I sang on my own, sorry."

One day, the boy came and apologized for that.

"That's not my thing, I wish you were free to sing"

More than the ex, there's nothing to make anyone listen to, just an old soul song. Nothing more, nothing less.

More than that, as a tomb guard, it was a song I taught him, and I was more than happy that he was happy.

If you ask me, until then, I was just a small-time user working for the tavern, but this song that I performed in front of my guests seems to have been very awkward, and I got enough twists to lightly cross my monthly salary.

Until now, the tomb guard had tried to give him charity to continue to live in poverty, but he had been refused.

Whether that was just a reluctance as you speak, a whispering man's will, or a serious and noble belief, no telepathically incapable tomb guard can tell.

Still she knows. At least that a minimum amount of money is essential to live happily in town.

Grave guards were a great source of anxiety for boys with only a salary to be met at that minimum, but unexpectedly, that improved.

"If singing makes you happy, I've never been over it. And I wish you happiness more than anyone else."

"Yes, thank you!

As if the tomb guard's wish had arrived, the boy's life changes dramatically from his previous poor life.

The boy's streamlined, then strange melodic soul song seemed to instantly become the town's reputation.

His song talent was undoubtedly authentic, which, I'm sure, was more genius than the tomb guard thought.

The singing mesmerizes young and old.

He is a boy who was forced to transfer from a small use of a liquor store to an exclusive singer without even realizing it himself, but his income will not only reach ten times, no, a hundred times.

Less than a month later, he was taking a leap, festive to the town's idols.

"Hello"

Still, the boy still visits the tomb guard.

Already, his appearance did not belong to a miserable orphan, but rather to a noble boy of his own.

If you look closely, it is applied thinly to makeup. The boy's beauty was finally showing a glow that even the girls of his age could not reach.

"Oh, I've been waiting -"

No matter how beautiful he gets, no matter how rich he gets, the boy deals with the grave guard unchanged.

His heart remained honest, innocent and good everywhere as it was when we first met.

"- Really, I've waited"

That's why the tomb guard is distressed.

The boy has become an idol. He still comes here. But that frequency goes from once every three days to once every five days, once a week - more and more periods open.

I'd like to see you, but the chances are diminished.

Sleepless nights ensue for a while. I can wait, my chest burns with feelings for him.

Together, I almost resent the very existence of a 'town’ that interrupts my encounter with myself.

The tomb guard tells himself, no, no, it's not.

"I wish he would be happy"

I don't want you to be like that sister.

"I can't make him happy"

I am a grave guard. I cannot allow you to abandon your mission and leave this land.

"You can't live in a cemetery like this"

He's human. Sing a free raw song, never tied to anything.

"It's okay, I don't have a choice, because I..."

Because the tomb guards of man-made humans (homunculus) created by ancient magic can never accompany humans.

You cannot leave this ancient temple until you have reached the limit uptime that you refrain from a few hundred years away. Yes, it's set.

There can be no such thing as a person who wants to spend his life in this gloomy cemetery. Well, a glorious future has been promised, if it's idle -

"... what?

Arrowheads with determination, the time for parting came.

"It's my father, he said..."

The boy, who had not visited under the cemetery in a month, told him that his own father had appeared, never seen him since he was born.

"The man, uh, I don't remember his name very well, but he's great, he's a nobleman."

It was a common story.

In this town the nobleman visited fourteen years ago, he had an overnight relationship with one of his daughters.

My daughter was possessed and gave birth to twins.

It's just that.

"Aristocrats, or..."

I didn't come at random. If you ask me, he's taken office as the new lord who governs this town.

"Yes, I've never been able to come to this town because of circumstances, but the truth is, I've always wanted to pick you up about us with my mother."

I don't know how true that is.

Even the town's circumstances are not satisfactorily known to the departed tomb guards. There is no reason to know about aristocratic society.

But nobility, I know that its existence is in isolation from the civilian population.

Everyone admires them.

Big mansion, delicious meals, beautiful clothes, Fuku servants - the pinnacle of glory, privileged class. If anyone is asked who the happiest man in the world is, there will be none but them.

"If I were to be greeted as that man's child, I'd be here by now..."

"You should go."

"Huh?"

"I guess he's the real father. You should be happiest to go home to your family."

There was no way I could have stopped it. I couldn't have been held back.

He is about to take the most glorious path: nobility.

Do you want me to lock that up in this dark cemetery for the rest of my life with a doll like myself?

There was no other possible answer to the tomb guard wishing the boy happiness than "yes".

I'll be here again.

"Oh."

"I dedicate a better song to my sister"

"Oh."

"So then again, sing with me"

"Oh, let's promise. I'll be waiting for you forever."

That's how the two bid farewell.

The tomb guard returned to solitude again.

But fulfilling the happiness of her beloved and exchanging promises of reunion, she was starting to live her days, much more with a human face than she had ever done in a hundred years.

It's been three months since I broke up with the boy, sooner or later.

"Regards, Gravekeeper"

One body was delivered to her today.

The tomb guard reached for the coffin in an attempt to revisit it it, that time.

"Please wait. The man is the hero who saved the town. However, the corpse has been severely damaged and may not be seen as a second. Please, I beg you not to humiliate me to expose myself again."

Did he die fighting monsters? When it comes to town heroes, the area is reasonable.

Most importantly, it is an irrelevant story for the tomb guard, who maintains complete non-interference in the town situation.

Just accept the body, treat it appropriately and bury it.

Corpses of severe damage, that is, those exposed to so harsh an attack, remain intensely colored and prone to undetection when they die.

Sometimes the soul song alone could be just in case, so she tried to cut it off from the necessary measures and put the magic of purification directly on the corpse.

It was just before the burial that I opened the coffin.

"Become..."

It was a memorial fulfillment, a reunion with the boy.

"Hey, what, what is this, how could you! No, it's stupid, it can't be, it can't be this stupid!!

The body, as he who brought it, is not seen as a second, and it was already terrible.

But only its adorable and beautiful face remains beautiful.

You can't forget that face. Only that face, it can't be misleading.

"Oh, it's a lie, it's a lie, it's impossible, because I only wished for your, your happiness, and how could..."

Why did you have to die?

What is this scar on the body?

In the first place, how come you're being thrown into a coffin naked, not even wearing a dead suit?

Even death row inmates are buried with better treatment. What the hell kind of felony would make a terrible death humiliation to this point?

I've been a grave guard for over a hundred years, and I've seen tens of millions of bodies so far, but I've never seen anything more disastrous.

How could someone who had experienced the most spectacular death have had to be him who loved the most and loved only one person?

I even accepted a long time apart, hoping only for his happiness.

I also desperately defied my unbearable desire to make him my thing.

But apparently he was made the property of the cruel.

The boy's greatest charm. As even such a rare singing voice claimed to be his own, his throat was burned with a family crest branding.

"Oh well, you mean..."

A true father, a nobleman, a town hero - this was also a common story.

One tyrannical nobleman turns a blind eye to the idle boy he talks about in town.

It doesn't matter if he's really a father, just a cliché, a good lead, whatever for a reason.

All you need is strength. The power that can only destroy this town - if it has the status of lord, that's just enough.

Sacrifices, pillars, whatever you call them. In other words, the boy was used as bait to satisfy the shallow desires of the nobility.

In that way, I didn't know anything, I didn't get informed, and nobody, I didn't even try to tell you.

That's how he made a noble sacrifice.

"... do it"

For the past three months, he has lived as an amusing and strange toy that the aristocrats have moaned.

And I've just been waiting for him to come home like an idiot for the past three months.

I didn't do anything, I couldn't do anything.

Said he was in so much, so much pain. Right around the corner, he said he was suffering.

"... I'll kill you"

I can't forgive you.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you"

You can't even forgive me.

While I said I wished him happiness, I gave up from the start and didn't try to make it happen with my own hands, stupid choice.

"I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you"

And most importantly, I can't forgive you.

"I will kill you, all of you..."

I drove him to death, all human beings.

"I'll kill you. Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo!

Sounding grudge scream.

The resentment there is so strong and intense that it becomes a negative ripple that it affects the cemetery.

That must have been a phenomenon that could have happened because she had been in this land for a hundred years, mourning death and continuing to give eternal peace to her soul.

"Ah... ah..."

The dead came back to life, responding to the voice of the tomb guard.

With his bloodless blue and white face, the boy's vain eyes open.

At the same time, the tomb guard turns back to him with a serene expression of resentment.

The gaze of the unfocused boy interrupted the white face of the tomb guard smiling with his precipitated bloody eyes.

"- Hey, I've been waiting for a reunion. I can't believe you came back to me in just three months, hehe, apparently you missed me more. No, I'm not blaming you. I'm just glad."

The deceased, who moves again as an undead, is completely separate from the person he was born with, and becomes just a monster.

The boy has now turned into a zombie, the lowest undead monster known as.

She can't possibly not know that.

Prevent the dead from resurrecting as undead, that is the greatest job of the tomb guard.

"Oh, yeah, you promised to sing with you. Come on, let's sing together."

But the tomb keeper, as on the day of his presence, holds a boy turned into a zombie.

Even if held in her chest, he would no longer blush and be ashamed of his cheek.

Of course, there will never again be a gorgeous singing voice that will not attract people through its mouth.

"Coupon"

Soul song echoing in the cemetery - it should be, but the melody disturbs, detaches, and degenerates the effect of the purification hidden there as the mad spirit.

The singing enthusiastically stimulates the soul, which is supposed to quell, and plays the tone of the resurrection that makes it exalted, rough, and obstructs the sleep of eternal robbery.

The next thing I woke up was the boy's sister.

Soul songs, no and anti-soul songs, which have reached the cursed realm, cause their young remains to move out again, breaking the coffin and coming out of the earth.

"Ha ha, what, I should have done this from the beginning. Look, I can live with my sister again."

The body of the moving sister, if you try again, is still a pretty face very similar to that boy.

Most importantly, after spending more than a year in the coffin, her flesh is corrupt everywhere, and it doesn't change that she is already an unclean undead.

"Hehe, I wonder if you have a bad throat today, you haven't got a voice. Oh, or are you unhappy with Idol now without a bigger audience? That's fine, I'll call you right away. Let me show you."

As the tomb guard raises a further voice, one bone hand after another grows from the cemetery, as if to respond to its call.

In the last hundred years, a cemetery that was just never revealed is uprooted and dug back by its principal tomb guard.

Centennial corpses, decade-old corpses, and yesterday's corpses are equally prevented from sleeping in peace, and are again condemned to hard labour in this world.

"Hmm, I don't know if it's enough yet. Fine, more and more 'people' from now on, let's start with everyone in town -"

Gently hold the boy with his left hand, who does not give him one groan, in his right hand he holds his favorite sword, and the tomb guard walks out.

"Gravekeeper's job? Oh, that's enough. We don't need any more cemeteries in this town. I'm sorry to help you, too."

The ancient mission covers. As far as ancient orders go, we cannot bind her resentment.

"Shall we go then? Now it's time to make you happy."

And the tomb guard steps out into the outside world.

He slashes and throws away those he sees and adds them to the queue of the dead.

"The Black Goddess, to the souls of all the dead."

Sing, sing, anti-soul song.

Doesn't sleep the dying.

The Resurrector reaches out to add to his fellow resentment, cynicism, and uncleanness those who are raw as they suffer.

"Forever reproach suffers"

More, more, the resurrection of the dead.

Life disappears from town. It is false life that lights the change.

"Please sink into the endless darkness"

Proceed, proceed, march of death.

Aim, the town centre. Highest population density. Most exalted, in search of the soul of the nobility.

The dead know no fear. Therefore, the walk never stops. high walls, deep moats, even in front of a lined and resilient soldier.

"End of the world"

The town, while in the world, became the afterlife.

Land of the dead, paradise of the dead.

When can you sing at the top of Hell...

"Oh, finally, you sang with me"

Of the tomb guard and the boy, it was a duet.

And so Mary rises.

The cursed and melodic that overshadowed death aroused her will and rose again by the black magic (Chicara), which was divided by the Lord (Chrono).

The open eyes have a creepy crimson glow. Blood-coated tendencies stand upside down like a burning flame. Only whenever a full-bodied, creative horse body is stained with deeper darkness to fill every scar.

Mary is not just a horse at the earliest. Well, I didn't even become a low-level zombie horse.

Its majestic standing, a disastrous red and black aura pouring from all over its body. And my hair is still a sign of grudge.

She just didn't come back. He was reborn into something more powerful.

Even without trying to name it, it is the same as the two names given to the Lord - Mary made an evolution to the high undead monster, The Immortal Horse (Nightmare).