Maouyome

At the end of his face-raised gaze, he makes a pakin dry sound again, deepening the cracks in the space.

Two goddesses of light and darkness in this narrow and dark place. I can't stand the strength of its existence, and it also sounds like a scream raised by space.

Two goddesses.

... That's probably what I think.

I was wondering if it was thin, but when I got here, I wouldn't even suspect it anymore.

Sometimes I'm convinced that it is.

To the two of you who have been silent, I feel something urgent.

Konohana Sakya, goddess of light.

Dark Goddess,...... Ivanaga.

These two, light and darkness, sister gods.

Returning the gaze that the goddess of light had deviated, she captured me in that sight. Soon the distorted smile disappears and stares at me with a faded expression of emotion.

Eventually I slowly closed my eyes and whined quietly.

"... you should know too. I'll tell you."

The sound sounded like something that included kindness somewhere. Somewhere deeply hated voices, including gentle worries.

"Long ago. The gods who created this world played, created man. As someone who looks like himself, but has a life. And he just made a prank about his life.... he was mocking it when he committed, killed, and broke it at random"

Myth.

The myth of the old gods who created this world.

I had heard it many times since I was in the village, and since I came to Demon King Castle, I had a good view of the relief mowed into the hallway.

Far past. Talk about the Mythical Age.

"I couldn't forgive it as one of the same gods. A man's life is not for his own sake. I could not bear to be defiled by such a jerk's play the beauty of the life of a man who passed away to death and was spinning. That's why I threw him out. I kicked him out and made this world mine."

Smile so you can get drunk on something.

It's miserable somewhere, but it fascinates me.

Sisters of light and darkness with the old gods. The battle of God.

Attack of the gods, hanging from the survival of this world.

"The battle was intense. Asura, the alien god of war, has been on his side and won the battle. But in that battle I lost my body, and Soytz lost his power"

The body...?

I couldn't measure its meaning for a moment, but I remember where I am now.

... space between.

The flesh loses its meaning, where the soul has a tentative early form.

I'm here to change the way the two goddesses look.

Temporary early appearance of loss of flesh.

Only the soul exists......

Unexpectedly, there was something very convincing.

Why do you stay in such a space? Why does it always appear in this space?

... because we need this space.

These two can only stay here.

"It's ironic, isn't it? I have been praised for my beauty, for I have lost my body, and only its lowly body has remained in the ugly alien Germany."

Anomalies......

I look back to Master Ivanaga small when he says it.

I've been wearing that black hood ever since I first met you. Without even the aftermath of the earlier force being turned around.

I don't know how far it is the iron wall hood, but that silhouette that I could only peek at once wasn't people's.

The goddess of darkness, depicted in mythology, is always the first to be told, with her ugly appearance as its hallmark.

Anomalies.... what the goddess of light calls anomalies.

"After the old gods left this world, the world went on for a while in a time of chaos, when people and demons would be disturbed. Soyts left its chaos in the world, and I could only watch it alone. … and the demons, drowned in their own power, gradually stripped away their petty nature, and began to abuse the people"

... part of the myth.

"Sounds good, right?... As a result, the demons, arrogant and proud of their own power, were crushed by the people. Soytz, who kept abandoning his demonic growth, became a target of resentment for the people and lost his remaining body. The world became dominated by the management of the human race. Of course not. Unlike people who spin their lives, the Demons are always abusing others. A position was changed, and the demons fell to the side where they were abused."

I thought it was the kind of situation I heard somewhere.

The goddess of light deepens the colour of mockery in her eyes, smiling like she looked down.... but I do have something that comes to mind in a situation similar to what it talks about.

who were abused for their mistakes.

The life was treated surprisingly lightly.

Sure, what until then if you say you deserve it. Still, that never seemed healthy.

... That's why Furlat, with that blue fur, was dyed of despair by the time he was overwhelmed with carelessness.

It was stained with despair and overflowed the deceased.

"So the world finally remained at peace. So I said it was working. After that steady world lasted for a while, an array appeared. One demon tribe appeared to destroy the world."

I'm asking and I doubt it.

I wondered if that was a truly stable world.

The myth speaks.

The world that drove out the old gods welcomed a peaceful world under the guidance of the goddess of light.

The fact that demons and people lived together does not in any way touch on the fact that demons had an advantage over people, and that their position was reversed after that.

The doubt quickly turns to certainty.

Because it's not convenient, I didn't dare tell her.

To make what happened after that the sin of one demon tribe.

I guess the world after evicting the old gods had to be a stable, peaceful world. Otherwise, it would have been inconvenient.

"Cel Azam and other demons went around naming evil demon kings and killing people. As far as I could see, I killed all the people I could reach. … with the protection of Germany."

The demon king appeared suddenly in a peaceful world, dyed the world into the darkness of terror and slaughter, it was told in mythology.

The Great Sin of the Devil King.

The world where the Devil King stripped his fangs had to be a peaceful and stable world. Because that is why we can dictate that man is good and the devil tribe is evil.

For this reason, the inconvenient has been erased from history.

Was that inconvenient for anyone?

"The evil demon king who drowned in power did not know to stop. People were desperate and frightened by the violent killings. They prayed for the existence of defeating that evil demon king. They wished. The power to end nightmares."

Farrat and the others had no power.

I was trying to overflow the dead because I didn't have the strength.

What if it was someone powerful?

What if that blue furrat had enough power to overwhelm the others?

… the answer is in history.

I know that the same thing was repeated once.

Those who were abused and abused were replaced, and their chains of resentment were repeated with cotton, changing time and place.

"One of them was Alicia."

As soon as in the expression of contempt until then, there dwells a trance. The goddess of light spins her words with a thick, swinging look as she nostalgic.

As if admiring the thinker on the other side of a long time ago.

"When I found out about its existence, I really couldn't believe it. I can't believe people were born with such a large vessel of soul. It was an incredible miscalculation, to say that the vessels of the soul of the people, with my blessing, were made bigger than other races"

The sound of the pakiri cracking.

Already the cracks in space are stretching their branches everywhere, like spiders.

In a space that is still about to collapse, the goddess of light slowly turns around and maintains a Rin attitude.

The imbalance also seemed to symbolize something.

"For the price of my life, the vessel of my soul, which had made it so great that it would not reveal the radiance of my spinning life, had grown greatly before I could accept me, the goddess."

What was Mr. Seruazam thinking there?

What did you keep seeing and worrying about?

Put your thoughts in that chest.

"Alicia sought strength, and I sought the body for every vessel of that soul. Mutual desires overlapped, and that's when I realized that I would have lost my body again. For me when I descended with flesh in this world, evil demon kings and other opponents that are not enough to take. It was easy to beat down immediately and stop breathing.... even though I say it is. Shortly before I put a stop to that evil demon king, suddenly, the vessel of Alicia's soul was broken. Haz's vessel, which can accept me, is broken.... it was impossible."

Astas, who was worried about his countrymen and was running to save them, was upset and resented the world.

We drowned in deep despair as far as the world that was abusing us.

"And as it were, Alicia collapsed into a lump of salt and again lost the body she thought she'd gotten,... Unstoppable to the demon king."

Again there is resentment over the words of the Goddess of Light.

I received it chilly.

I find myself a little surprised to have been calm in a terribly subjectively biased narrative.

If it were me before I came to Demon King's Castle, I'm sure I might have been sympathetic to the goddess of light. Maybe he had bad feelings about the Demons.

But not now.

Now that we know that words can sometimes be distorted subjectively, we will not accept them as they are. Even if it didn't contain lies there, the fact is, depending on how you say it, it sounds as distorted as possible.

The important thing is behavior and results.

I came to study at the castle of the demon king, in the forbidden woods, in the holy capital.

Master Ivanaga listened in silence the whole time he was being told. Without raising a voice of objection or denial, just shut up.

I'm convinced that's what happened.

History sometimes repeats the same mistakes.

I think it's a sin.

No matter how frustrated you were with despair, that doesn't make it a good reason to involve others and hurt them.

But Astas was forgiven.

No one else, the Demon King has forgiven him.

I did see it in front of me.

And I think.

Someone forgave Ser Azam for stepping into the same mistake, as the Demon King forgave Astas.

That's the first Virgin Alicia.

The first Virgin helped Mr. Selazam.

He forgave Seruazam, who ran wild at the power of anger, by putting up his body and stopping him, and at the price of his life.

... I'm sure that's what happened.

The first Virgin carried the great sin of the devil king instead. And after a thousand years, Mr. Selazam continues to fight for that redemption.

"... Seruazam."

A drop of warm things dripping down my cheeks.

I don't know, my enthusiasm creeps up.

To the kindness of the First Virgin, I was praying for nature, gratitude and respect.