Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"... do you have any excuses?

It was the boy sitting on the throne who separated each passage to emphasize and asked so with a gentle smile affixed to his face.

The stone throne, where no decorations can be seen, is stained in pitch black, with no connections as if it had been scraped out of one boulder.

It was too primitive for the King to sit on, and that was true not only of the throne, but of the whole of the huge room in which it was placed.

As one, there was no gorgeous decoration, predominantly complete black and gloomy shades based on dull, dark red dominated everything in that room.

Only the beautiful white hair color of the boy sitting on the throne, as it falls out, is as bright as the light of day.

But what peeps into such a boy's eyes was more of a deep darkness.

What he was staring at was one man on his knees, trembling there, far below the altar on which the throne lay.

A man of distinctive appearance, he wraps around a pair of fine men's clothes, with a stick and silk hat next to his right hand on the ground.

If Lent saw him, he would surely say:

That's the guy who attacked me in Wang Du.

He said he had no hands, no legs.

Yet such a man is on his knees trembling before a boy who only looks far younger than himself.

He doesn't listen to what his throat says when he says he's been spoken to, and only makes things sound small in the throne room like groans of whether he's going to be spoken or not.

This was an anomaly.

The boy sitting on the throne sighs lightly when he sees such a man, making his smile even softer, he says.

"... I'm not mad at you. I'm just asking you why you were in there. You know what I mean?

Soon, without even letting him feel any signs, the boy moves behind the man and places his right hand gently on the man's shoulder.

The man shudders further, but nothing more can still be done.

On the other shoulder of such a man the boy also placed his left hand, and gently placed his face close to his ear.

The boy whispers to the man.

"I've said it all my life. He said not to step into the kingdom of Yaran without my instructions. Even if you're a grandson, do you know that?

There's no way I won't respond to a boulder about this, the man answers.

"... is, yes... I was taught that way by Yanshuf, the" parent "...... heh!

I just answered halfway, and the man noticed his head flying through the air.

There is no pain.

Those who are high up as the undead are able to control their own senses.

It was also possible to leave it completely empty, especially when it came to pain, so that the pain was not always felt more than not knowing when it would be attacked by who.

Still, if something is done, it feels quite shocking, and if an attack is imminent enough to get you jumped in the neck, you can sense it.

Nonetheless, until that moment when I flew, I knew nothing.

The view turns as it twirls, and after it lasts for a while, it's pounded, and someone catches the head.

Needless to say who did that.

This is the boy who sat on the throne until earlier.

Because there's only him and two of himself in this room right now.

"Why can't I be honest about what I was taught? You know how easy it is to get your neck jumped like this... did Yanshuf teach you to cut your pain? Pain is an important sensation to detect danger... and you're going to die here today because you can't even protect it. You know what I mean?

It's lamentable, like I said, and the boy's words, which began like a public discourse, gradually start to take on noisy colors.

Today, here, you die?

The man was terribly frightened by what he had just heard.

How many years have passed since this body was transformed into that of the immortal?

At the beginning, I was afraid of death, but gradually such consciousness also faded, and now it feels little.

Because you're stronger, because that's what you are, because the danger is gone...

I've always thought it was for that reason that I could overcome my fear of death.

But now I realize.

He said he wasn't able to overcome it, he just became less aware because it was less imminent in front of him.

The boy who is now grasping his head can certainly give it to himself.

It's easy and easy without a lot of effort.

It's scarier than anything that it conveys.

I don't like it.

I don't want to die......

In the midst of confusion, the man tells the boy just by his neck.

"... also, I know with apologies. But I stepped into Yarlan because I thought we had to do something about the demon kings that have gained strength in recent years too... If it was Yarlan, there would be very little other force on our hands, and I thought there might be something we could do..."

Whether the desperate words had made sense, or the view I had ever seen opposite, I returned to the right position, and then, Pong, my neck was placed on the ground.

On the front is the figure of a boy kneeling down and looking at this one.

I still have a gentle smile on my face.

floating... but the man felt a stronger pressure on the look than he had just done.

The reason was understandable from the next word that came out of the boy's mouth.

"Demon King... I don't give a shit about all those losers... well, I'll admit you acted so much thinking about us. If it was done with your personal taste, I wouldn't have admitted it."

Apparently, this guy doesn't like the Demon King.

It seemed a mistake in itself to put that name out.

Plus the boy goes on.

"... well, shall I lower the punishment, from the death penalty to becoming an object of this castle? Good for you. Your upcoming job is to be a gatekeeper just by the neck at the entrance and exit of the castle... oh, and then you don't need a body. So shall I say goodbye to your body? Do you want to see a moment to remember?

The boy carefully adjusted the position of the man's neck so that the man's body could get into his eyes.

Then he raises his hand lightly and tries to release something towards the man's body.

Sorcery or something.

And by doing so, you're right, you're willing to destroy a man's body.

A man's body plays back instantly even if he does that if it's normal.

But if this guy...

It's not weird that you really have a way to make it disappear completely.

Obviously, I mean it.

"Ya, stop...!

"I won't stop. Yes, then, goodbye..."

From the boy's hand, some light is emitted.

The man couldn't do anything, he just had to watch it.

Done.

Now, from now on, the man will only have to look outside the entrance to the castle with his neck......

That's what I thought, but when the light subsided, there was still a man's body there.

And in front of the man's body, a single figure stood.

Someone with a terribly strong shield, breathing on his shoulders.

However, that shield, Shield, collapsed quickly, and if it was stretched, Shimans would kneel again.

He was a young man who looked beautiful.

Sweat floats on his forehead, but still doesn't sharpen the beauty of that young man at all.

"... isn't it Yanshuf? Did you come here to put your body up for my sweet little girl?

Yes, that's Yanshuf Fahala.

who is the "parent" of a man and who hits the "son" of a boy.

Yanshuf says.

"... I'm afraid I do. Please, please reconsider the punishment. The man... Tavas, if he is a loyal minister..."

"That's crazy. If you're loyal, you're supposed to follow my instructions, right?

"It's... my poor supervision. Please..."

"So you're gonna die instead?

The boy's hand rises and is pointed at Yanshuf.

To this Yanshuf bowed his head,

"Go ahead, be my guest. This body is dedicated to you with even a drop of blood. If you want…"

I said that without resisting anything.

to this. The boy smiled all the time, then looked at the neck of the man, Euthavas,

"This is what loyalty is about. Do you understand?

"... Ha ha ha..."

"Did you really figure that out? Well... this time, shall I forgive Yanshuf and raise him? But there's no next...... oh, yeah. If you want to do something so bad, why don't I give you a lift? As you wish. It's Yarlan's job."

Yanshuf asks the boy who said so as he came up with it.

"What the hell are you going to let Tavas do...? As you can see, it's still immature."

"What, it's not that hard. Next time, there will be two interesting offerings in Wellphia, the mining city of that country. One is the silver promotion exam. And the other is a blacksmith tournament. I don't care about the former this time, but the latter is quite important to us. There are fewer and fewer blacksmiths who can build blood weapons (Sun Alum)... so I want you to find a promising blacksmith at the Blacksmith Games and draw him to this side. Can you do that?

"If that's about it..."

I told him to squeeze it out, Tavas, but I get caution from Janshfu, who is "the parent" to him like that.

"This person is not given an easy assignment or anything. If you get caught off guard, you'll die."

"... ok. I'll pay close attention."

Tavas, who was supposedly honest with all things, immediately accepted the word and said so.

The boy, who seemed satisfied to see such a tavus, returned to the throne at some point,

"Okay, looks like you've figured it out inside too. Then that's the end of the story. I hope so."

That's what I said, so Tavas moved his own body, picked up his neck, attached it to his head, and then knelt down and said.

"... I understand. Dear Arch."

And both Chef Yang and Tavas disappeared completely from the throne room.