Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

I remember the first time I got this hand dirty.

That's what the grief said.

"How about you?"

"I forgot. I taught you how to dismantle a body before table manners"

"... well, that's bad"

"Nothing, though."

The boy shook his head small, dos black blood creeping and shaking his chestnut hair, which no longer knew its original color.

The only trick allowed to him, with both hands and feet covered in iron shackles, is to that extent.

"I was very strong. Back then, there was not much development of the technique of surgical ceremony. Not everyone could have used it like now. The 'magician' in that had exactly a thousand powers. My neck flies with one will. Exactly invincible. Like you guys are now."

As he filled the darkness with words, his grief continued to speak in a gruesome manner.

"Of course, it wasn't a sword move that was a system. It looks good on you. Still, I was strong. Probably because the magic was out of its head. My journey with her was nothing but misery.... it was supposed to be. Well, not as painful as it sounds. Trivial."

The voice twitches from the darkness.

"... I wonder what I would do if I told you that. You want someone to at least remember? Sentiment is crap, very, very"

"That's probably not what I'm talking about. It doesn't make any sense. I'm bored. Even you. [M] This kind of surveillance is boring. That's why I'm talking. Besides, at least you won't tell anyone but me this story."

One of the six forbidden princesses - Noel - narrowed his red eyes sharply.

What I've been worried about earlier is just incredible.

It's too easy to trump that it's madman bullshit though.

But the narrative of the third generation guild master was too real imminent.

"Let's continue with the story of the 400 years before I was summoned. Noel."

……

He should have been imprisoned, no longer capable of fighting, no longer miserable what he was wearing, and that cruel Dihaza had hurt his self-esteem.

Scarlet Mountain sadness.

That tone still sounds like a demon king sitting on the throne.

"Nothing, though."

Is this man really dying right now...

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Past.

- Woe and Luna reached the next continent when three days had passed.

"I wondered what I'd do if the ocean fell on the way down."

"Don't worry. Three more nights staying that way."

"That sounds like a lot of trouble..."

If you stand back on the cliff, artificial waterfalls still keep beating the bottom of the ocean with loud noises.

I never actually saw Niagara, but still wouldn't be able to feel a more majestic landscape than this, I think.

It was caused by a girl who caused this phenomenon. Isn't head-on treason against nature nothing more than a great sin?

The girl, who knows neither ethics nor disrespect, walks out again.

"Let's go, squire"

"... Yes, yes, princess"

Beautiful girl with shiny gray hair tied behind her back and burnt luminous skin.

After that, the sorrow slowly follows.

It's the beginning of a journey that just keeps walking.

Luna and sadness.

This is how the two stories begin.

It was a very strange feeling for me to never lose strength without sleeping or resting.

Looks like another new engine was installed on my body, not calories or muscles.

"Well, I guess this means magic."

Until we go out on the streets, they say the roads without paths continue.

The scenery around you remains as if it were the same while continuing the act of alternating legs. Forest.

I know how difficult it is to travel in the woods without human hands.

The place to step on is covered with solid grass, and sometimes branch leaves pointy enough to penetrate leather boots hold back the way they go.

The coniferous forest arms, stretched just to face height, were intricately intertwined and it was also a struggle to bypass.

I don't even know where the poisonous bugs lurk, it's a real forest.

Exactly sweating woes waved their hands, magically trying to move on as they slashed and tore branches and grass, but Luna stopped them.

"I won't bother to call you"

"What?

"The thieves."

"Hmm... I'm a little unsure what kind of guys show up, maybe you're being targeted?

……

As usual, no response from Luna.

When the grief flaunts his shoulder, he once again releases magic from his palm. The lines of light that obeyed his orders burst like whips, cutting off the obstacle in an instant. It has a slashing taste as if forced to make doors on steel walls.

Two paths were quickly paved.

"But these things would be easier to walk, wouldn't they?

"It doesn't change"

"It's a little wasteful to scratch your cute legs."

"... on your own"

To that word, which is hard to call forgiveness, to thrust, sadness answers with a smile, "Then let's do it".

A glimmer of light blinks in the deep woods, and the path they make stretches straight out like a bridge in heaven.

"Don't you think this is going to be a magic exercise? Precision control is still something you can't do without being aware of."

……

There was no response from Luna, but nothing could be stopped, so the grief continued to manipulate the lines of light.

The raid happened two days later.

In the woods, when I burned a beast with no body to fill my belly and lay down and slept like a primitive creature.

Little hands like Luna's girl shook her sorrow.

"Get up. We're surrounded."

"... n"

Although I just couldn't make any noise, my grief just goes to sleep and rubs my eyes and wakes me up when I still don't know the situation well.

Luna whispered.

"Is this the territory of the Goblins? It's a whirlpool. The way you wore the ocean was just up there."

"Because I don't measure properly."

"Fair enough. Wait for Omae."

Luna tells as she looks around with red eyes floating in the dark.

She knelt again on the spot with her lower back.

"... what are you doing?

"Fire powder that is pretentious must be paid off. That's all."

"I don't have to help?

"Fine. One eagle does better. Keep Omae hidden here so he doesn't get killed."

"Phew."

When the grief rises resolutely, it draws a circle with magic that releases from the palms of both hands.

It wasn't long ago. Five meters of circular space form in the woods.

It was grief that cut and tore the surroundings apart.

Luna flashed her face. I just saw that look, and it was worth it for my grief.

"It's a good place to be defenseless."

"This is easier to fight"

"If Omae dies, the eagle will be in trouble." Falldown "can only be activated once every 400 years. We don't have time to wait for the next 400 years."

"Yeah, that one and whatever you want. Princess."

"I don't know"

Luna shakes her head small, like she was drained of poison.

The grief, like an actor who stands in the center of the stage, opens his hands and intercepts.

The first dozen enemies were stone-throwing (slingshots).

The distant attack, which is infiltrated from all sides, is defeated without grief.

In the dark, that's a pretty fast crush, too. Though the aim cannot be said to be accurate, that is why it should be difficult to avoid it altogether.

The trajectory of light rises in darkness. Before the remnants disappeared from the retina, the grief took new action.

"I don't think it's going to work like this! Why don't you stop messing with me and this kid and hit him with your hands?

In the woods, there is so much shouting that I don't think I let it out of its thin body.

"It's futile."

"Mm-hmm. You don't get the word or something?

"The Goblins are a terribly timid species. The humans entering the territory assume that it is something that brings information back and comes to crusade themselves. I don't respond to peace."

"I guess that means we have a responsibility too."

"Even so, they're the ones who attacked me. They won't pull any more than this happened."

"Hmm... well"

The sorrow makes me cheek. While I was slightly hesitant to know what was going on.

Luna's "them" appeared colorful.

This is the first time I've seen him, but a species that looked like a child ghost with a meter and a little body.

It was the monster itself in a story I had seen in Japan.

If I should hurt you in moderation, my grief will. I was going to.

The truth is, I didn't believe Luna's words so much.

Because life is important and so on. That principle could not have changed more than being an organism of any race.

Where I was advised that I would never pull back, it was a sad thought that that could not be the case.

- But they didn't pull.

The grief was strong.

The flying Goblins were a few steps inferior to the village warriors, and there was only room to make them inactive.

Even in the first actual battle, there was no nervousness, and the sorrow of releasing magic like a child seemed grandiose.

Whether they pushed it or cut off their scores, they came under one grief after another.

"Ha"

At least twenty opponents. The difference in power should be obvious, because I keep judging that many on my own.

Covering Luna, who looks bored, her grief dances as she stretches out the lines of light like a dance.

Whether they were incapable of learning or had a high fighting instinct by that time, the Goblins had no sign of pulling.

For the first time, the nerve to grieve in the face of exfoliation animosity and slaughter, but still not missed the precise aim, was the secession of middle school students.

"You're breaking bones."

We need to be ready from here on out.

Before your fingers slip with sweat, while you keep your focus, you have to do it.

I never hurt anyone in a field trip in the village.

We've been putting everyone on paper and inches.

It also means that if you return the back, you have always lost your life.

It means I could have stabbed the steeple.

So do it.

Never take it off.

Only pierce areas that are never life-threatening.

It would break a bone to render a small race of bodies powerless.

"I guess it's the feet you're after -!

A child ghost launching a corrugated attack from the dark.

pierce that first leg. High screaming with ear damage.

The second one that follows. Stab. It doesn't change what you do. Three, four, one blood after another.

In the scream, the grief becomes powerless one by one in turn.

I repeat, don't kill a single one. It was a bad job of chest feces like I was about to throw up again and again, but I still get my grief done.

We did it.

Many thieves fell and scowled as they leaked their anguish around.

I also forgot to wipe the sweat dripping from the tip of my jaw, and my grief was constantly laughing.

"Heh, this will do, won't it? Luna."

This stuff is just self-satisfying. There is no such thing as an oath of immortality.

Still, this is a conclusion that he thought about and derived.

To make it seem like 'I want you to be with me' to a girl powerful enough to crack the ocean in front of me, my grief was going to show her competence.

A young lad from another world has shown that she can help.

Or maybe it was a feeling like a desire for approval, created by my own slight desire.

I strained my nerves for that, and didn't kill just one of them, and I tried so hard.

Well, what about Luna?

What do you look like and look at this one?

Maybe you'll give me a little compliment, I can't believe it.

Send flowers for your birthday, feel like a toddler.

Before I can be sure of that look.

Suddenly, Luna passed beside her grief.

"Okay, I'll take care of the rest"

"Huh?"

That's what Luna said, hands up.

And that moment I waved it down...

All the Goblins who had fallen there would be crushed in the stomach, crushed in the head - desperate.

How many were there?

Ten or more.

All of that - in just one blow.

Ability to transcend people's knowledge.

――

Like a tomato falling to the ground being trampled on a person's foot,

In front of that scene of mercilessness, cruelty, and outrage, sadness is...

I threw up.

I couldn't stand it.

I kept throwing up even when my stomach was empty.

I saw an overwhelming destructive impulse and it was as if the vomiting center had stopped functioning.

Luna stared at the distressed look for a while.

Oh...... and now I'm out of my sight for not being there.

"Even something like Omae just couldn't do this? Right, that's what it would be. Many of these things happen on a journey to life and death. I think Omae's going to have to be ready."

No. I wanted to ask you a question. Why did she kill without leaving any miscellaneous fish that should no longer be able to resist?

Are you too sweet? Is a response like Luna a natural world? But they are weak. You shouldn't have had to kill him.

I have no idea how much business it is to take the life of one creature. I've never even ascertained its weight.

If there is only one thing I can say, the child ghosts who had wandered around in agony until earlier are now dying without moving one fingertip. That was a very, very disgusting sight.

It's funny. The living should be much scarier than the dead.

He seemed to hear an unspeakable corpse. The grudge, and the grudging scream.

With her head drooling in the sea of blood as she refluxed her stomach juice, Luna...

I couldn't share any of those emotions that I was feeling right now, and I snapped pale.

"To the eagle, I don't know how Omae feels. It would be the same for Omae. We can't understand each other. I know Omae is about to walk over to the eagle. But give up, it's Shu. Between eagles and omelets there's a trench bigger than the sea."

Shura did this without even moving her eyebrows so much.

Wipe back the bloodbathed cheeks, Luna licks her thumb.

"Give up and devote yourself to the eagle as a squire. That way I won't do anything wrong. The eagle is too powerful. For what we need to do, the eagle needs an omelet. I don't really want to imitate it."

My grief raises my face.

Tears were spilling out of his eyes.

Though the boy makes his lips groan, no voice comes out of it.

The maiden, who has exterminated the child ghost, looks down on him like that in cold blood.

"... get up. Let's go. The eagles are on their way, the Northern Mountains. It's the Dragon Castle."

The grief reaches out as he moves his mouth.

Luna will never take that hand.

"Shu, eagles are not what Omae wants. Come on, guzzling here, the beasts are coming over invited by the smell of blood. I pay for sprinkled firepowder, but I don't like it and I don't want to, so shu..."

And so, that's Luna, too, realizes.

"... shu, omae, no way"

Looking at the sorrow of opening his mouth over and over again from earlier, Luna was also amazed by that.

He said, or maybe.

Luna's face in the black eyes smeared by the boy's powerless anxiety was stunned -.

"My voice."

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"Aphonia. When you get a strong shock, you're temporarily losing your voice."

"... and you?

"Oh, I couldn't speak for months."

"I can't believe it."

"Even I couldn't believe myself. I was hoping to help Luna dress well. It's terrible. Funny grass. I was just a kid back then."

That smile of mockery had the shame of looking back on the blue past.

"I was confident. I didn't think there was one thing I couldn't do well. All smiles will be on my side. - But everything was an illusion. Like falling forever, everything spilled out of these fingers. I was vulnerable."

The grief grins out of her cheeks all the time.

With a vision in its eyes.

"Back then, a lot of things happened. Knowing reality beats me down, it was that repetition. I was throwing up every fight, and the role of killing people has always been to push Luna. I couldn't sleep at night, and one day, suddenly, I fell while I was walking. My emotional hold stopped working and I also did a lot worse for Luna"

"... yeah"

The girl sitting on the tall has a cheekstick on her cheeks looking bored.

"In the end, I had to live in that world. If Luna abandons me, I'll be alone. That's why I was desperately up. I've been heartbroken many times, and every time, I've been connected."

"I never knew that."

"Well, then I guess you were strong. Or maybe from now on, for the first time ever, it breaks my heart."

Laughing joyfully, the girl tilted her neck to see something uninterrupted.

"More than that, I still can't believe it."

"That I have alopecia?

"Not really."

Noel trumpetes his grieving voice with a sharp slash, prompting him to go ahead.

"You're the hero Mashu, and what I'm hearing now is the story of four hundred years ago, and the great lone dragon Slaoshald and I know each other."

"Hehe."

This girl, who's kind of dating me, is Noel of Divine Love. Perhaps one of the six forbidden princesses, just like Dihaza - would belong to heresy.

The grief smiled, then spoke out again.

"Then let's get on with it. Me and Luna headed for Slaoshald, not Dragon Capital... but one of its mountain ranges."

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Past again.

"Are you the new squire?"

The man, who sat deep in his chair, was a young man with long dark hair behind him.

Some of the hair chambers are hardened, and scaly areas are hidden from the skin.

The eyes were stained red.

Standing on a mountain, one secluded mansion.

That was his, lonely abode.

"Long time no see, Slaoshald"

"We're out of time, Luna. More wrinkles?

"The eagle doesn't change"

"Ha, I know, he's as fucking serious as ever"

The speech is shattered, but his gaze looks like a beast.

I felt sad just staring at my body.

Slaoshald. The man who will later be called the Great Lonely Dragon, sees Luna.

"What happened to that face?"

"Nothing"

"... hmm"

Luna had a blue bruise on her cheek. After someone beat me up.

It was sad that I did it. It can't be me either. He resisted and hurt Luna when he tried to seize a grief that stopped him from holding his emotions back.

of a woman, it's also on the face of a beautiful daughter, hands up, etc.

But Luna didn't say anything. She looked like nothing when she was beaten, but maybe it was because she looked so harder with the sadness of beating her.

When Slaoshald sees something, he starts a story that he doesn't understand.

"The Five Dragon Generals are keeping each other under surveillance to prevent their path to ruin. They'll crush each other eventually."

"We are proceeding with the mixed blood and also thinning the veterinary blood a little bit. It's a nasty force."

"Oh, it's urgent. The Dragon tribe can no longer appear to lead to divine disease. I'm the last one."

"Don't worry, I owe you one. This is not a bad idea, either, for a life that is going to be swallowed up by this fatigue"

While listening to Slaoshald, Luna was layering gavels like "Hmm," "Right," "Okay," and "Sorry."

The grief is a mind somewhere paralyzed, inferring the relationship between the two.

Maybe Luna's predecessor's squire was Slaoshald?

The two of them didn't look familiar, but seemed to share different thoughts. It was probably brought up over the years.

"Hey Luna."

"What?"

Slaoshald with his hand on his chin to his boneless undecorative daughter listening back.

"Will you let me talk to the man for a second?"

"Mmm, that's good."

The grief raised his face unexpectedly.

What the hell are you talking about to yourself like this?

When Luna took her seat off, Slaoshald slowly opened his mouth.

"Well, don't be so hard."

……

By that time, although the sorrow had been able to speak out, there was still no way to hide the shady face.

"Looks like you're having a lot of trouble. Isn't that right? Youth."

"... yeah, well"

Though Slaoshald behaves without animosity, his grief shrinks to the oppression he releases.

"Is your journey with Luna a pain?"

"... I wonder what it is"

"He doesn't tell a joke."

"I don't think that's the problem..."

Hmm, Slaoshald stroked his jaw.

"Do you know what Luna's purpose is"

"... no"

The sorrow is cut short, then remembered.

"Sure, I was just saying it was useful, I guess. He said he had a mission to fulfill."

"That's right. That guy lives just for it. Even if I die, I'll always live for it."

……

"The disease, known as Divine Disease, is a scourge that has been sprinkled by people. He's circling the continent trying to prevent it."

Divine sickness. I've never heard of anything like that before.

"... a righteous ally, you mean?

"I guess so. But I don't care what you sacrifice for that. A selfish one, but the fate of the world rests on those shoulders."

"Well... that's heavy"

The grief was nagging.

"I thought I was the one who could do something about myself. But that confidence's gone somewhere."

"I guess you're a wizard. He's the owner of a rare talent."

"It's not a spec, it's a matter of mind to use it..."

"Hmm."

Slaoshald makes a difficult face when he wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"Do you know why Luna didn't go to Radeoli, the royal castle of the Dragon tribe, and visited me hiding in a place like this?

"... no"

"He's arranged for the whole world. It's not just the Dragons, it's the Elves, the Beasts, the Demons, and the People, all of them who are after their lives."

"... why?

The young men of the Dragons breathe and speak, as if they had only a slight cruise.

"If you look at Luna, you'll see. He's a clumsy woman. Even to get rid of the schizophrenic patients, you can't choose the means. So I don't hesitate to kill you, and sometimes I don't mind doing anything that goes against humanity. And not a single excuse. Besides that gray-haired red-eye, it would have a unique look. It's stranger not to be persecuted."

……

Luna is stoned by people and still walks away silently.

The sight floated in various ways.

"No one can understand Luna's not going. No one has ever seen the sight of this world if we leave it alone. If Luna is ever really thankful to people, then it's all too late. The fight won't pay off."

……

The grief reminds me of Luna's hindsight, alone and ahead, listening to Slaoshald.

Shake your shiny gray hair and move on without hesitation with that strong back.

"I guess I used to try to understand people's minds. That one's already giving up everything now. I don't try to rely on people because I can do that on my own. Only a squire summoned once every four hundred years can deal with him with different values."

"... even if they say so."

So the sorrow snapped, and he nodded.

Slaoshald then told me the art of living in this world.

But sorrow will not give him the price he deserves, and he will leave this dwelling.

Though I taught all sorts of things face-to-face for just a few hours.

In the end, that was all it was.

Sadness and Luna.

- The journey between the two continues.

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"I don't know."

"Ha, you say things like Luna"

"After all, I wonder why the daughter didn't keep trying. If you don't want to understand people, people won't understand you. Bugs are a good story."

"You're so spicy."

The grief laughs furiously.

"But you're right. Luna had given up. The ditch between me and Luna is still open. In the end, I think I was afraid of Luna."

"Oral it. Why didn't you run away?

"If I were you now, I would have run away. But I was afraid of Luna back then, but I was also afraid that Luna would abandon me instead. It was terrible, I suppose."

"You don't know. What the hell was Slaoshald, too?

"It doesn't really have anything to do with him. We'll do it again. Well, my ordeal will only last a little longer. It's a little illuminating, so I was wondering if I could change the subject."

"Go ahead. Doesn't make sense anyway, you're free, right?

"Right."

I cough up my grief when I get permission and convert it.

"You know what? That there is a prohibition in this world."

"Yeah, naturally. Four forbidden techniques. Dragon veterinary, elf restoration, demonic sealing, pyrillic rupture, right?

"Wow, you know everything, you banned princesses. Sometimes I was just serving as Cerdel's assistant. But you don't know how that prohibition came into being in this world, do you?

"... what is it"

She rode herself out slightly, as she was intrigued.

I am convinced that at that moment all the sorrows that met the forbidden princess, only one Noel of this' Divine Love 'continues to have a faint empathy and affinity.

And it was a mysterious scenario - unlimited.

I just can't wait to show off my knowledge that Noel doesn't know, and my grief laughs.

"Once there was a man who had a leap in order to sprinkle a divine disease in this world. The man whispered that he would empower the foolish people tribe and gave them the secret art of forbidding. To the blood of the Dragons, to the hearts of the Elves, to the wishes of the Demons, to the souls of the Pyrils"

"... uh"

"It was Luna herself who gave them the name 'Prohibition' and sealed them up"

The forbidden princess grips the hem of the dress, greeting her with her fingers, and asks sadly.

"Did you name the ban? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Hehe."

The grief laughs.

Like a trickster who doesn't tell much and disturbs mythology.

"The next thing Luna and I went was inside the Elves. To summon the magic formations" Lean Carnation. "