Maouyome

213 Unbreakable flowers

It was early after the troop was decided to leave.

Maori is coming back. The reward passed to each side sooner than rumoured, and the Demon King's Army regained its previous command once again.

In the meantime, there is nothing more than brilliant than organizing, preparing the barracks, adjusting the marching schedule, and all kinds of chain of command.

Of course I'm outside the mosquito net.

It's a good place to be out of specialty, so there's no way to do it.

The development of the Demon King's Army is progressing smoothly and promptly, with the cooperation of the chiefs of all races, mainly by playing an active role in the handling of affairs.

I'm honestly surprised at the unexpected transformation.

Everyone is showing leadership in the organization chart with Maori as its culmination, as if it were a lie that was so difficult to navigate in unity of opinion.

Until I said I had no body or lid, but that's all the presence of Maori in the Land of Demons, so I felt like I somehow figured out the importance of something called the Demon King in the Land of Demons.

That's why when its existence is lost, it is swallowed up by all that confusion and great anxiety.

Once again, I couldn't help but remember the respect for Maori, who has been carrying and responding to that overly heavy burden for so long.

I think one younger child is familiar.

Being busy, always being unfaithful.

You're complaining all the time, but you're still the same. I've been on your side the whole time, about childhood tampering that looked like a girl.

"... sometime, since I grew up"

He grew taller at some point.

You look and feel like a man.

... in sketches.

At some point, he said he was such a big being, like carrying all that stuff.

Ever since I realized I liked it, I haven't lost my mind about it.

I like what I like, so how I scratched my feet now doesn't mean what's going to happen, and it's not why I want to do it.

Just ask yourself if it's worth all that Maori asks for, and honestly don't question it.

I know it's not worth the minute.

But I'm not going to pull myself out of it.

I need to get in the mood too so I can line up next to the Demon King....... yeah. I'll do it.

The wind blowing through pushes and strokes my hair.

In the aftermath of the battle against Sunra, the walls of Demon King's Castle collapsed everywhere, and the ventilation improved for a long time.

The courtyard, which was surrounded by this barracks and spires, on the south side, close to the castle gate, has also collapsed miserably in view.

with the flower beds that were planted here.

"I heard you were leaving early this evening. He said he volunteered for the advance party. My Lord Dowager is here."

Very naturally, he nods back slowly to a voice called from behind a step away. I didn't meet you, but if I'd been here, I'd have felt that way, like you'd come.

"Whether you were there or not, because you couldn't be there"

"Really, without a change"

I laugh at the light odor and try to delude myself, slightly scuffling against the gentle waist.

I still prefer the adult calm atmosphere of Mr. Selazam, who talks only modestly and cautiously and not to destroy the air in the field.

"They take a day to get to the border, wait for the night and stick with the rocky wilderness. Though small, don't let it get any worse."

Volunteering for an advance party to connect with the Sacred Capital also showed difficulty from around. Adolphus told me to face it so that I could stay at the Castle of the Demon King, but there was no way I could hear that.

If I were to make the connection anyway, I pushed through with a push that I didn't know the Sacred Capital.

It doesn't matter if we actually know each other. What matters is momentum, enthusiasm and deception. Yeah.

"I beg you not to do too much."

Of course, I won't force it.

Safety first. Hidden is the best.

Inhale one comfortable air and close your eyes.

"... the truth is, I have so much to ask. A lot to ask."

Hold up thoughts to get in, and raise your gaze.

"About the demon king. About Sunra. About Ivanaga and Alicia. About Konohana Sakya... and Maori."

If you count, there's really a lot of them.

All of them, Mr. Selazam, are involved. None of the things that Ser Azam has ever told me about his involvement.

All those things Mr. Selazam has had on his own so far.

"Someday, again, somewhere. If you ask me properly, will you tell me"

"Especially... it's not like we're talking about it."

The words I tried to ask brightly returned a voice that seemed sorry.

"Forgetting me in anger because of my immaturity, I took many lives with passion, lost to the goddess of light, and saved by the Virgin Alicia. That's all."

Millennial mistakes. Far back, remorse.

"When I realized it, it didn't mean anything to me what I did. Though I challenged angry men to fight the carelessness of those who were being abused for their lives that were senselessly scattered, all I left was a thousand years of grudge and an empty raw that lost those who wanted to cherish it. It was just that."

"... so, for the sake of redemption?

"After the defeat of the battle, nevertheless, there were those who tried to put together and save the demonic tribe that was being abused. Unlike me, they tried to fight by putting together the weak and protecting each other. That's what they named" The Demon King. "

"Demon King to follow Demon King, right?"

Asked as if to make an answer match, Mr. Seruazam nodded back quietly.

"What I did made the conflict between people and demons decisive. To things that just hate each other and kill each other. That's why I wanted to protect it. I wanted to protect the hope for the Demon Clan that the newborn Demon King existed."

I've had my doubts before.

About the end of the battle between the first Virgin and the Evil Demon King.

In the people, it is said that the Evil Demon King was defeated by the first generation, and in the Devil Nation, the Evil Demon King and the first generation discussed each other. Where does the difference come from?

Now I know. Ser Azam lost to the goddess of light, and the goddess of light lost to Alicia's will. The Goddess of Light told the people that she had defeated the Evil Demon King, and that Mr. Selazam left behind in future generations that both the Virgin and the Evil Demon King were gone as a result of the battle.

And Mr. Selazam became a protector of the devil clan. At the same time, he continued to live in the world of the people in order to find something like Alicia before the goddess that had vessels just to withstand the descent of the goddess.

"Certainly some of those who named the Demon King drowned in power and did not look to the weak. But I was hesitant to do anything more than be the Demon King. I was not allowed to take it away from the Demon Nation, except that the Demon King was the hope of the Demon Nation."

"Is that about Sunra?"

Ask directly the verse that comes to mind.

Sure, I think that's what Konohana Sakya said. Mr. Selazam needs to get his hands on the Demon King. So that's all, when it comes to making Sunla the Demon King.

Mr. Selazam slowly expressed his affirmation and dropped his worry-containing glance to his feet.

"Now that I think about it, maybe that was another mistake too. I had noticed the nature of Sunra from the beginning. But I must not put it in my hands more than he is the Demon King."

Mr. Selazam does not lay a hand on those who are demon kings. Sunra manipulated that Sunra. Konohanasakya made the most of it, leaving deep scars in the land of demons.

"That's why I didn't fight Sunra with Maori's parents. I still can't regret what I did."

What would have happened if Mr. Seruazam had fought Sunra? Maybe it was a different result than it is now, or maybe it wasn't.

Either way, I can't regret not doing it. It's deeper than regret, and it keeps staying.

"No matter how long I live, all I do is make mistakes, and all I regret increases. … really embarrassing."

Mr. Seruazam, who drops his shoulders and lowers his eyebrow roots to powerlessness, looks really pitiful and really spicy. Really, I feel sorry for you.

But Mr. Seruazam likes me, and what Uncle Seruazam taught me has made me who I am.

I just wanted to say how grateful I am for that.

But to put it into words, it looks like we're working on something.

I kind of didn't get the word out.

Raise your gaze and look forward.

The only thing that remains in the courtyard that has been ventilated is a broken castle wall and a crushed flower bed. scattered debris and traces of destruction.

"Flower beds, I'm sorry.... you were so beautiful"

Spray roses with the same name as the first generation, thick in pink, were raised by Mr. Cell Azam. The way he rocks in the wind of Yangchun is still firm and praises the colour in his memory.

"One day it's in something that withers. I will spare you, but I have no choice."

"The colours are scattered with smell."

I strive to be bright against the soggy Mr. Cell Azam and fly a little and step aside.

"I came here and found it. The life of a flower is pretty strong, too."

"... it"

Fly one aside and show what you've been hiding at your feet.

That's the gap between rubble and rubble. A single stem, grown slightly away from a crushed flowerbed.

Unfortunately, there were still no buds or anything, but that was undisputed the same spray rose that was in the flower bed, even in this desolate courtyard, straight, about to stretch up towards the blue and the sky.

"It's amazing, isn't it? Even if it suits me like this, I'm still, like, trying to live. Even the flower beds haven't all gone to waste yet."

Something that has broken off the roots perfectly. Though there are certainly some that have been cut a thousand times from the roots, nevertheless, those children who are trying to stay alive, even if they are in them, are certainly there.

"... as long as there is life"

Meaning of strength.

Teach what it means to be beautiful.

"Mr. Selazam is not alone anymore."

For a thousand years, Mr. Selazam has been carrying and fighting on his own all along. Maybe in the meantime, there's a grid of places I can't even imagine, and there's countless regrets.

I'm not alone anymore.

I don't want you to be alone.

"I won't let you do what Konohana Sakya thinks. Do you want me to do something? That's why we all fight. Thoroughly, I'll try to fight it!

Nobody believes and is with nobody.

Use your thoughts to step on your wishes.

I never want to lose to a goddess like that.

Because you can't lose.

"... thank you"

On the back I said without turning around, Mr. Selazam's whisper lingers.

Though that was such a small whisper that it was going to disappear now. The definite thoughts that are put in linger, in the wind, blend in.

One spray rose growing in a ruined courtyard remained unchanged, just breezy and serene, and kept shaking.