Shinigami ni Sodaterareta Shoujo wa Shikkoku no Ken wo Mune ni Idaku

"Grandma. Read this picture book today!

As the young boy pulled a picture book out of the bookshelf, he offered it to his grandmother, Camilla, who was sitting back and knitting loosely on the chair.

Are you going to read this picture book again? Mikhail really doesn't like this story. '

When Camilla stopped the knitting hand, she received the picture book from her little hand. It's Mikhail's favorite and a picture book that I've read hundreds of times already.

It is quite noticeable where it is rubbing off, as if to prove it. The cover is particularly damaged, and the painting that was painted has been completely gone for a long time.

But Camilla still remembers clearly. that a pitch-black sword was protruding on the hill and that someone was drawn looking somewhere far away.

─ ─ Dubedilica Heroes. That's the title of this picture book.

"Yeah, I love it! 'Cause of all the picture books I have, this protagonist is the strongest!

With that said, Mikhail moves his little hands and feet desperately as he bounces his breath. Apparently, he's doing an imitation of a hero coming out of a picture book. To its loving appearance, Camilla's cheeks also loosen naturally.

In all times, boys admire heroes.

"Come on Mikhail. It's time for you to come here. '

When Camilla urges her to sit on her lap, Mikhail sits back a bit if she smiles. The high temperature characteristic of the child passed over his back.

"Come on, come on!

Mikhail raising his face while patting his legs. Camilla opened the first page as she gently stroked her silver thread-like hair.

"Instead, there was a girl raised by Reaper..."

This is the story of a girl once called a pitch-black hero.

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Whenever this happens, it starts with a trivial trigger.

Further back in the secluded woods. A deep forest lined with a number of large trees as if wearing heaven, reflecting the sights of night, even during the day. Furthermore, as if to hide the existence of the forest itself, there is always a deep fog in place.

Since when did people call this in awe?

─ ─ Forest without returning.

Once you get lost, the last. No matter how good the sense of direction was, it was given its name because of the impossibility of getting out. There were rarely rumours of unidentified people going in, but I never heard the story of their survival.

Now no one tries to get close to the woods without returning.

Hiddenly nestled in the heart of its woods, this towering building is neatly organized with black and shining stone. Covered in moss and violin, it nevertheless created a majestic atmosphere.

Six giant blackstone columns with intricate tattoos rise to surround the building.

But three of them had already been half-baked. As far as weathering is concerned, it can be seen that quite a few years have passed since the collapse. Cracks are also running all over the rest of the pillars and the damage is quite severe. It wouldn't be strange when this would collapse.

In the days of Tai Ancient times, the temple was called "Gate of the Underworld" by the people.

A baby, somehow wrapped in a bloodstained cloth, was asleep near the entrance to the temple, which had now disappeared on the other side of oblivion. And a full-body bloody man who can also spatter the pillars. In the hand of a man who had already run out, a sword with a missing blade was held.

Forests are a world ruled by beasts. It's the perfect feed for sweet-smelling babies and bloody human carcasses. There's no wonder they're eating it up. But the reality is that instead of the beast appearing, I can't even hear the birds chirping.

It is as if all beings have fallen asleep only around the temple. Quiet, to put it well. To put it badly, it was wrapped in a creepy quiet.

Somewhere in this world (depression), three shadows approach the temple, shaking like a flame, in an air of isolation. When the shadow noticed the presence of the baby and the man, it stopped the pittance and movement.

"Nanica fan ikondato sensation jite come temireba...... human dehana squid. Yoku Temple Made Trail Ritsketana. Red Hamada Raw Kitail Youdaga, Man Ha Death Ndail. Sudeni Soul No Cup Mo Empty Popoda '

The shadow groans boringly as he alternates with the baby and the corpse.

"Red Ca...... Konna Vulnerable Na Soul Deja Belly No Feet Sinina Ranga - - Now Nara Resistance Monaku Mowing Li Removal Real Darrow"

When was it in your hands? When another shadow shakes up the sickle creepingly, the baby's cardiac gaze swings down without a fragment of hesitation.

Yet yet another shadow reached all the way into the orbit of the Great Sickle and took such a trick as to stop it. Shortly before the blade touches the stretched hand, the Great Sickle mists.

"... naze interrupt sul? O mae ga-eating lai tai noka?

"No, Soudehanai. Shaoshi, Observation Citemitai '

"Matao front no evil habit ga exit tana. All ku hoga funny inoyala...... maai daro. Good Kinisle by Isa '

With that said, the two shadows disappeared as if they would dissolve on the ground. When the remaining shadow approaches the baby without sound, he softly hugs the baby with his swinging arms.

Then, as if I had measured the timing, the baby's eyes opened patchy. Clear, pitch-black eyes everywhere reflect the shadows.

The baby looked at the shadow wonderfully for a while and smiled nicely.

"Hum. Koleja Real Ni Observation Sigai Gaarna"

Scarlet gems hanging on the baby's neck. The shadow shrugged without telling anyone, staring alternately at the gem and the smiling baby.