Story of The Ancient Demon King!

A city six miles away, including small ones, from the bright city of Kujou.

There was no Japanese atmosphere like Kujou, dyed by the natural culture of the Kingdom of Light.

The city's most famous is the production of special string instruments.

The evidence leaks slightly from the only luxury hotel in the city.

……

The hotel's prized restaurant.

At the table upstairs, an old man tilts a nice, fine red wine that is lonely and somewhere calm.

Close your eyes and immerse yourself in the finish of the wine's tannins and aromas with the melody coming from the ground floor.

Like biting down your life so far...

I'm sorry.

A young man called out to the old man.

"Yes, what can I do for you?

"May I sit with you?"

The old man is suspicious.

Because there are a few seats available in the hotel's restaurant tonight and none of them were here to choose from.

I didn't recognize the young man in the black fine outfit standing in front of me, and I was certain that he wasn't an acquaintance with the ability to come from the experience of the old man.

"It's very interesting that I drink wine deliciously. Why don't you have a chat dinner?

"... please sit down."

Old man... Sydge accepts a seat while being more alert.

Only hotels have a history, and waiters and cooks are excellent.

At the same time as Sydge, who had arrived at the table earlier, the black-haired boy was transported to cook as well.

The cuisine was made with local cuisine uniquely high format, and the syringe that has seen Madame and a number of super first-class plates for many years was also a satisfactory taste.

"... the ingredients are good, but the meat is carefully processed and goes well with the sourness of the sauce. It's delicious."

"You're familiar with food. I just felt delicious."

It was also natural to have a knife and fork to eat meat, and apparently the boy did not come out of the ordinary household.

The tone was already shattered, but it feels too elegant.

"I think that's important. I feel delicious after eating delicious food. Enough. Sometimes I make it myself, so I care about the process and the contents."

"Cook by yourself.... Even though you can't pay for it, you want to try it someday. If only you could make one."

"I'm not ready yet.... I'm sure it's delicious."

That's where the conversation ends and the first floor plays once.

"May I ask why the marks on that cheek are there?

"... I fell a little. My profession is a common thing."

"That's right... it's tough."

"Yeah. But it's also true that it's worth it."

Eventually, the tune shifts to a gentle one.

I became silent with nature and for some time I enjoyed a number of course dishes.

And the dinner itself was over, and the boy told me when he was looking for new wine.

"... Madam is dead."

"Hmm!?

A syringe that is close to dropping a wine glass at the tasting stage.

Disturbance is not something to hide, but looks at the boy with astonishment.

"There is no doubt about her death. I checked."

"... is that so?"

A man who lowers his sommelier and then continues the conversation.

Madame Richin, the missing person.

It was still a few days after the news, but I was convinced that everyone had burned to death in the burning building. No, I was hoping.

"... I feel strange. I've served my daughter since I was a little girl. I walked with my daughter for days to come and days to come.... in analogy, it feels like one leg has fallen off. Whether I can walk well from now on....."

……

"I don't know where you stand, but thank you."

The boy quietly mouthes wine in front of a syringe that leans down in disappointment.

"... I was looking for you when I spoke to you. I really wanted to talk to you."

……

I have a feeling about this.

I've been invited many times before.

"... I'm sorry."

"What happened?

"My husband is a lady alone. I will not serve you."

I glanced... at Sydges, who answered with determination, and within seconds I turned to the players on the ground floor.

"... you seem to be a good butler. Madam, I hear you've been through a lot, but what about it?

"That's... true."

From Sydge's facial expression, I could predict an epic struggle like a nightmare.

Even now, the cheeks are swollen and have painful blue moles.

"But I've been proud to work as your butler. I saw it as a mission from heaven, and came to serve with my own firm readiness. And now... that's it."

"So you don't want to work as a butler anymore than Madame died?

"You're right."

Point straight eyes at the boy with a pin that doesn't seem like an old man and an extended spine.

"... yes"

"I'm going to spend the rest of my life fishing in a quieter city than I've ever been interested in."

"Fishing..."

"There was a boiling land of lakes and hot springs passing by on my journey with my daughter, so I thought I'd buy a small house there.... I didn't have much opportunity to use it, so I have some money."

While still looking at the sun, he jokes about how he's doing from the air.

"... you have a very pleasant way of talking."

"I wonder...."

It was a sudden compliment, but Sydge didn't feel bad.

Because it was the most praiseworthy and worthy thing to take from Sydges.

"Oh, I thought about that (...). Your words are very considerate."

"At that time....?

It was a praise for letting go, but there were mixed words that worried me more than that.

But the boy went on without hesitation.

"... let's talk about the incident."

Place empty wine glasses while talking.

Then I poked my cheek cane at the armrest.

"Is that... exactly what happened to your daughter..."

"Ah, that's not true. Of course, you're a case too. But it's just a case. Besides the big ones, there's really a lot going on. In King's Landing, here, in Kujou....."

The waiter pours aromatic wine into the boy's glass.

Looking at the red, the boy says.

"Those Madames' fuss was also an incident, but behind it, there was an incident in Kujou. Theft, extortion, assault…. Some of them... were stabbed to death by force many times."

"What....."

The words of the sinking boy.

Sydges of pain.

"The young woman's body was burned in the face, and besides, she was stripped off and washed away in the river...."

Waiter leaves with his head down.

"... that's a terrible story..."

Oh, really.

A syringe that holds down your chest just as it hurts your heart.

……

The boy raised his black gaze.

--You did it... didn't you?

……

As the melody of fear plays, I silently look at my eyes.

Sydges glimpsed the surprise in his eyes and looked at the boy as cold as ice.

"... it's not me. I don't know what kind of misunderstanding you suspected me of, but I swear it wasn't me."

"Hildegart told me about you. As far as she knows, learn more."

"... from Hildegart-san?

Speak slowly after listening to the wind sydges who said they couldn't believe it.

"You were a merchant, sold to Madame's parents on the debt of his father, and now you live your life as Madame's valet."

"Eh, eh...."

"As I heard earlier, Madame's butler seems to have been in trouble. But it didn't rot, it didn't break apart, it was nice to everyone."

So I put my mouth on the wine again.

"... no matter who you ask, you usually get the same answer...." I'm relieved I'm talking "... that's right. Especially Hildegart, who didn't stop being scolded many times by Madame."

"That was... pathetic..."

"Hildegart seems rather vigilant because he's such a kid... He also said that hostilities had begun since then."

The invisible sydges who go to talk carefully choose their words and answer to the unsightly boy in front of them.

"Looks like you chose her."

"... what are you saying?"

"The more I knew you, the more I thought I was looking for someone who could set me free. Specifically, someone who can eliminate Madame."

"No way!? I definitely don't appreciate that fact!

Sydges showing anger by stripping away feelings of dishonorable suspicion.

"Hildegart is strong in my eyes. It was also an easy situation to bond. I think if I were nice and affectionate, I would have set it on fire and hit Madame. But she always keeps others away. Especially adult men."

Sydges also dragged out of the poison and retracted to an invisible story of the boy's emotions.

"She just carelessly conveyed Madame's travel preferences and how she could take over the company, her weaknesses and the club's insights. I was honestly grateful."

"Eh...."

I didn't think Hildegart was going to tell anybody that much, but he took a reflex breath.

"I wonder if the company will gradually rot if it's gone. But still, Madam didn't give up. So this time. I don't know how much you've been involved in this... but I'm glad the stack has borne fruit."

"... ah, that's a misunderstanding, everything. I don't know who breathed what into it, but let's discuss it carefully."

Even those like Madame's companions, Sydges might be able to draw sympathy and lead them to Madame's hostiles.

The boy was appreciative of the behaviors and speech he would take on Sydges.

To paraphrase it, it's a fascinating tale.

Abilities acquired through the accumulation of experience, not magic eyes or appearances born with them.

"You must have accumulated a lot of anger by that age. So... you hit her?

……

Sydges' spine trembles with the cold as he lowers his voice.

"You know, I'm sure it's you."

The boy's gaze turned towards the knife provided at the table of other guests.

It looks like a sharp, sharp knife.

"... you recognize this, right?

……

I took it out of my pocket... I'll show you the knife from Hanazuki Pavilion.

The knife glows suspiciously after being fired by the equipped candles.

"This is a custom made with Hildegart's idea of rounding the cutting edge and dulling the sharpness. It seems to have been thought of to prevent the child from getting hurt."

On the chest of a woman who was pulled out of the river, there were marks of repeated stabbing with a knife that looked bad.

It's like a rounded knife on the blade tip with a stabbing wound...

And the late night time of the crime.

In the only inn in Kujou that handled such a knife, the newest chef apprentice polished the dishes despite the late night near the dawn when everyone was resting.

... except for the knives and forks you lent me.

"... I'm sorry. If I borrowed a knife and a fork, I would have given it back to the inn at Cuilantei. So..."

"People in hotels other than yourself are suspicious?

"No, I never doubt them....."

"No, it's possible. If there is a possibility of anything similar to this knife, there are as many other suspects. So....."

Straight black eyes pierce the syringe.

"... let me have a physical examination."

"Ha, yes...? Did you call it a medical examination?

Sydge clapped at the words of the boy pointing at his cheek cane.

"I thought the killer would be you, with the round knife at the edge of the blade.... because the victim's face was burned."

Quiet anger reminiscent of boiling lava.

Words by the emotions of a boy with a little peek at his face.

Move on to a song based on the story of a cruel demon crawling to a sinner, as the downstairs performance echoes.

The last time the waitress was confirmed was at the reception of the take-in inn.

He was headed to the corner room on the third floor with a deeply hooded presence.

The guards who had seen the bodies of many of the victims, presumably killed in the room, burned their faces and thrown into the river through the window, also anticipated.

"... was there an example?

When the boy asked, a woman in a dress approached the two tables.

"No, I didn't sit anywhere. Perhaps you're right."

Healthy brown skin with a refreshing body.

She was a black-haired beauty beyond imagination.

……

Well, thank you very much.... if you burned your face indoors, it would be magic or magic equipment. But I think I burned it instantly with expensive magic tools. "

Normally, a fire produces a lot of smoke. It's the same if you try to burn your face as much as possible with a semi-fired magic device.

A magician doesn't know what it means to kill with a knife and then burn. I don't know what it means to get a round knife with hard to kill tips.

Together with a sharp mysterious woman's gaze, the boy's narrative suddenly cooled.

"My kid checked the luggage in your room, but it wasn't there. That might be the case. Anyone who can use such expensive magic equipment will carry it to protect themselves."

……

Sweat-coated syringes shrink and make your breathing rough.

"It would be easy for you to hold one of Madame's magic tools in your pocket. It seems that trustworthy you were entrusted with the management of magic equipment.... I'm sorry, but let me check on you."

"Nh, I am!!

The syringe screams like it's broken.

Siji herself was thrown out one after the other by the feelings she had abandoned so long ago that she could not remember.

"I served you before I knew it!! There's no freedom! I will not tolerate your dissatisfaction! The young lady told me to come and go!!

……

"I'm not saying it's painful!! No right of veto, no healing, no marriage allowed, no children or grandchildren!!

The tears of Sydge, who shed tears, also gave rise to feelings of sympathy for the customers and shopkeepers who were surprised at something.

"Do you know what I've been made to do!? You don't understand! I can't even tell you! There's so much you can't say!!

Sidji, who has dedicated himself to Madame, regardless of his will or feelings.

"What was left of me when I endured hell until I was this old!? What's left?!!... no!! What a thing!!

A magnificent half-life for some who turn away.

"I didn't have any time to live as' me '!!

The screaming of grief that lasted for no time to breathe ended.

It reverberates a large restaurant, leaving a few seconds of silence.

"Hah... hah... goho, goho..."

……

Her face turned red and the syringe that sat down coughing was a little old.

……

"Hah... hah..."

Everyone sees Sydges with affection.

As the restaurant is wrapped in compassion, the boy says.

"So... do I look like I've changed my mind?

……………

The stunned syringe and unshaken black eyes intersect.

"... ah, ah, for you..."

"Maybe that's the right reason to kill her? I won't. And this is completely different. You don't understand the weight of what you've done."

"Nh..."

No blood, no tears... the sword was blocked and told unilaterally.

I'm completely trapped in a faint, sharp gaze.

"No matter how much suffering you are exposed to, you can't hurt irrelevant people. She's not a tool to clear your anger."

"... wow, I..."

"Besides, this isn't your first time. Too skillful."

Handling magic equipment that burns the face with a single blow, choosing a way to tie the mouth and limbs of a waitress without resistance, and planning to choose an inn along the river.

He was a habitual criminal.

"How much future did you take?... you are too sinful and cruel. Much more than you think."

"......!!

A clear expression of anger. The anger of men burns quietly in the stolen future of vagrants and prostitutes.

With the loser and sword in anger, he took out the magic equipment from his inner pocket and turned to the boy.

"--Ghhh!?

The supple, brown-skinned legs played a cruciform magic tool that twisted and burned the syringe.

"... this way"

A beautiful woman in a dress grabbed the magic equipment she had played in space and gave it to the boy respectfully.

"Thank you... now I can't miss you anymore"

"Nh...! ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

To the boy who flickers and tells the evidence of magic equipment, Sydge calms his mind and tries to persuade him from another direction.

I thought the boy from Sydge was intelligent and might listen if it was profitable.

"I have done a lot of my daughter's work and made a great contribution to the Kingdom. There are a lot of connections even if you can't reach your daughter."

"... so?

A boy with slight eyebrows and tight gaze carefully chooses his words and explores the contact.

"I plead guilty... But my life is only a few more... Please give me a little respite now. I will make amends for you."

"Decline"

……

Without any doubt, the proposal was cut off.

"... unfortunately, the world is ruthless. Life is not equal. You should know that."

"... that's right. That's right."

A boy who sows sorrow and takes a glass of wine.

"For you, I am a beneficial person. There's a lot you can do. In contrast, they are famous virgins."

……

The boy who was tilting the wine glass stopped moving.

"... no name (...)?"

"Nh...!?

The restaurant air freezes faster than you think.

Everyone, even a beautiful woman with brown skin who thinks she's a companion, bluishes in fear of the anger of her presence in the skin of the boy.

- Her name is Jessica.

The wrath of the Fire ceaseth not,

"Eighteen years old. Nineteen in three months. The dream is to settle everything and then return to the local area to build a common home. It was a peaceful life for my family."

A virgin... is told about Jessica one after another.

In the meantime, it is the memory of the day.

I'm saving money because I want to open the cafeteria in the future. You.... "

... debt (...)! Sorry (...)!

I'm a stage actor! I want to stand on the stage with a gigantic audience... Now I'm practicing as a playgirl, but I definitely want to give them back!

"I didn't think about it very much... but maybe I could go to a restaurant for cooking."

Then you can work in my shop!

The sight I saw a few days ago naturally puts strength into the boy's body.

"... she is a single parent, and the fisherman's father was involved in a flood accident. Still, since I was a kid, I've been in debt for my sick brother's medical bill and examination fee...."

One day... no, one night reminds me of a smiling joke.

"... even after your brother fell at the end of the fight, he worked hard as a waitress to pay off his debts. In another year, the repayment had been completed.... she was coming."

"I, uh... I..."

A boy who tries to argue with a trembling, flipped voice can't resist an unusually powerful boy.

"Naturally, she was alive. There was a name, and there was a history all the way down there. There was a future no one knew. Even though there was a painful moment, I lived strong for my dreams."

Remembering the carelessness of a girl dreaming of the beginning of her life, the boy talks quietly against her chest.

"It can't be taken away. There is no excuse. What you took... is so noble."

"............ Nh,...... no, I'm not!!

He left the boy who had transformed into something else and ran away without hesitation.

"... I hope it doesn't bother the hotel."

A boy stood up and grabbed a tableware near the table.

………

……

…

Sidge rushes through the darkness of the city without paying attention to the strange old people around him.

Move your legs as hard as you can with your sweeping breath and desperately run away from the mysterious boys.

"Huh, huh... gah!?

Severe pain in the left thigh.

Looking aggressively, there was a fork poking painfully into the flesh.

"-Good!?

A sydge that rolls flashly into the back of the alley.

"Didn't you enjoy your last dinner? The moment I took a step forward in my hope for freedom, if it ended unexpectedly... I guess I know her carelessness a little bit."

A boy in black appears from the darkness in front of him.

Look down at the scratchy syringe that bleeds from your forehead with cold eyes.

"Gu, gu... oh, please wait!! Please... I wonder!! This wound must have hit her too!? Finally!! Do it!"

"It's not just you. Hildegart and Jessica lived strong, almost frustrated. I managed to live with the weakness that made me want to bump into others."

Ask the Reaper for the greatest forgiveness of his life, taking his servants one step closer.

"I will do whatever I can!! I will answer everything you say!! I promise to make amends!!

"I don't need it. What's the point of making amends for fear of me? What is the value of your redemption for your taste in fishing?"

The boy walks up to Sydges, poking his buttocks and retreating.

"Nh, why am I the only one!! Why!? Isn't there someone else who's killing as many whores as possible?!!

"Don't worry, you're not the only one. If it's in my eyes, I'll take care of it all. I promise."

A knife thrown by the boy into the rubble pierces the shoulder of his sword.

"Ghiahh!? Ah, ahh... ghhhhh!!

The squirrel's sword pulled out the knife and shook it up with all its strength... disguised itself as a man.

"Cut...!? Kahhh"

Slowly, slowly... from your right chest into your lungs as you take the knife's grip and forcefully bend your elbow joint.

"Kahu, ahh!"

When your hand leaves the knife, it collapses as if it were powerless and begins to agony in hell.

Seeking help from the pain, he looked down on his scratchy sword for a while, and eventually the boy took the magic equipment out of his pocket.

"... you're right. The value of life is not equal."

"Nh, nnh..."

Crouch down and hold it in front of the syringe.

"I won't let you tell me that she deserves the same life as you did."

And then a flame comes out...

"Nh...!?

Sydge's desperate eyes capture a dark demon over the light.

"... I won't forgive that."