Maouyome

The march of the deceased (deadman) (walking).

The flock of the dead, overflowing from what was called the labyrinth of the dead, swallows everything that is living, increasing its number, yet continues to advance even.

Crush the houses.

Fill the streets.

Even smashing down the walls.

The steps of the deceased will not stop.

What's that, so scary?

It happens several times in history. It did not leak to other examples when it happened in this country and caused enormous damage.

They say it was quite a while before I was born.

At that time, there were heroes who had succeeded in stopping the march (walking) of the deceased and pushing the deceased back into the labyrinth.

That seems to be Shiki Hisaka.

One of the Four Devil Grand Dukes and the current head of the Hisaka family, the mother of a runaway paranoid de perverted unfortunate daughter. Grand Duke of Illusion Shiki Hisaka.

Another name is Princess Murohime.

A puppet technique (marionette) that gives life to a lifeless object and manipulates it for the first time. The battle gesture of Shiki Hisaka, who was good at that technique, seemed to be exactly like the princess of the underworld who could follow the wreckage.

"Guru, nothing goes this far."

Hero of the Redemption, do you say? The hero's youngest daughter is now fixing a broken doll with tears all over her heart.

This doll is made of a clear crystal in a bright kimono with red liquorice on the black ground.

The kimono looks familiar. That's what Bel Adone was wearing earlier. But it was the crystal doll, not the person wearing it.

Speaking of him, he wears something like a thin black kimono from the waist to the top and a skirt that feels boisterous down there. She told me later that she was wearing a pair of underwear.

"Ugh. If you have ingredients. Suzubi, my allowance is frivolous."

The crystal doll has a huge crack spreading from around the neck, and I feel like I've seen it. Not much repair going on.

Every time I replace a cracked part, it looks like the crack is getting deeper.

"What shall I do? Oh, my God, you're killing me. Gump. That stupid tiger man. Do me a favor."

Beradne turns her back on this one and is desperately working on it as she wipes her tears and snot with her sleeves.

A genius girl from Hisaka who inherited two names of a wreck princess from the hero of the Redemption, Shiki Hisaka.... Apparently, there was something too pathetic drifting on its back.

Look around the room.

Beradne's private room was heterogeneous in the castle.

The impression is paper and wood. If the other rooms were made of stone and cloth, this seemed like a space made of paper and wood.

The ceilings are stretched with smoked plates, which give me a hobby for calm shades.

They have paper embossed with beautiful patterns on the walls, and they can also be eye-catching by understated craftsmen in the cleanliness.

What surprised me a little was that there were windows and the surface of the lighting haz was also walled. I wonder if they put together wooden frames and stick paper. There's a wall, but it's not closing the light. Rather, it also feels that the gentle sunlight brightens the room with just the right feeling.

I've never seen the interior, but I don't hate it.

Something calms me down there somewhat.

The floor at one corner of the room is a step taller, and about 12 boards are laid there like braided in grass. One board the size of which is likely to roll one person to sleep.

in front of a tall table placed on top of it. I sit back and relax with a cushion I want to flatten in a chair that looks like I've cut my legs off.

I didn't know how to sit at first, but when I sat like I collapsed with all my legs, I stuck surprisingly tight, so I have tea treats as they are.

What soothes this.

The wooden frame on hand and the lamps made of paper are cute again. Not too bright, not too dark. The blurry brightness over the thick paper is pleasant. I want this.

Speaking of the lord of the room, he does not even realize that I have been guided and received hospitality by a servant, even immersed in the work with tears.

I've been sitting around for a long time now in a backward place called Sanwa Soil (Seared), which is hardened by mixing sand and conch.

"Wow. No, but hey! Not at all! Guuuuuuuuuuu."

I'm here to complain, but I feel like I've been shattered by the calm atmosphere in this room and the pity in person.

Apparently, the Demon King was going to come along and complain, but for some reason, he turned back on his way. Was I shocked that my naked statue was observed by me for nearly two weeks?

I didn't observe anything, and even when it comes to naked statues, I follow up that I don't have to worry so much about books (...) people (...) Ri (...) because they were also made (...) big (...) ki (...) ku ().

He went back as a Shinsen as if he were going to disappear. That's a tough time.

"Ah! I can't do anything anymore!

You gave up restoring the crystal doll, and Beradne threw out the tools and fell asleep on his back to the ground.

Crying eyes match my gaze.

Zuzu.

The sweetness of the treat makes the tannins of the tea comfortable.

"Become. What are you doing here? Hey, how long have you been there?!?

Bel-Adne got up gabbly and looked back at this one in a hurry.

I was a little nervous that it was just the hindsight, but it was the same face I saw in the hallway earlier. Yeah. In person. She's as beautiful as I thought, but she's ruined by tears and runny nose marks.... no body.

"Since when, when? Right......" I saved a small dime and I finally made it out of scratches, "he said. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve with his nose. Was that it?

"Not long ago, huh!!??

"At the place. or (...) and (...) or (...) what?

"Ha!"

Belle Adone hastily conceals his mouth with his hands.

Hey, something. At first, I was a little confused, too, but after they told me all about it. I was wondering if it might be too late to worry about the accent. Yeah.

... That's amazing, you.

"Oh, fan! Where's the fan?

Beradne rushed around and started looking for something. Something or a fan. Fan?

When I dropped my gaze on the low table at hand, there was a fan just now that she was holding in her hand and hiding her mouth.

"Is this what you're looking for?

"Why are you holding that?" Give it to me!

Kachin

I taught you, and you don't have to say it like that.

I was frustrated, so I spread the fan before Bel Adone rushed over and set it up to hide my mouth.

"What are you in such a hurry about? You look like a monkey. Shouldn't you be a little more discreet as a lady?

……

... what?

What is this?

"Oh, my God, what you did to me. You're not going to denigrate your time, are you? It doesn't seem necessary either.... What's this?

When I folded the fan away from my mouth, the tone reverted.

Sure, it's a word out of my mouth, but the word I tried to say came out twisted in my voice.

Did I say that? Now. Seriously?

"Yeah, it's early. Give it back!!

When he tried to snap it out of my hand that was amazing and retrieved the fan, Bel Adone rushed to hide his mouth.

"There's no alarm or gap at all. Don't let Oori know you can enter a stranger's room without saying no.... don't pull people's hands! What the hell!? What the hell!"

"... what's going on? This?"

"I'm not doing anything! Oh, don't pull it! It's frivolous!

Something interesting.

The tone is changing only while you're hiding your mouth with a fan.

"Finally, the fan, the cover-up?

"Become!? Oh, that's not true! Who would do that in their spare time to make magic tools just to hide the spell!? If you find out like that, Ouch will kill you! Give it back!

I don't know what's going on and what's going to happen, but when I put it on my mouth and talk to it, it seems like the words I've spoken translate on my own. Maybe, but this also sounds like a magic tool. Awesome for nothing.

I just don't feel like I'm subtly loathing anything.

"Wouldn't it be nice not to be deluded with a fan like this? Country monkey round this one...... I knew you couldn't do this. I can't even imagine being sarcastic."

"An extra favor. - Holy shit!

I gently closed the fan and returned it to her angry with a bright red face.

Belle Adone embraced him nostalgically with his fan closed when he took it as a flurry. I must be staring at you in tears.

I guess I did it too well...... I'm sorry.

If you do that in silence, you have such a beautiful face that I don't think you're a runaway paranoid, perverted daughter. Something's ruining my instrumentation with everything on the inside. This kid.

"Roughly! Why did you do that? After I let you eat your secret sweets!

"Oh, at first I came to complain about the White Macho Legion, wondering if it would have gotten any better gradually if I was looking at you..."

"White Macho? What are you talking about?

"More than that, hey. Was that the broken crystal doll there that was kicked in by Lulu earlier? Maybe you were talking to us earlier?

Refers to a crystal doll sitting unmistakably on sanwa soil. Beradne bit her lips slightly and nodded.

Ho ho. I never realized it was a crystal doll even though I was talking in front of you. Is this magic too? Maybe it's one of those techniques I heard from Leanscheid called marionette.

"... it's one of Hisaka's secrets made from a rare ore called phantom crystal. You can move your soul into a doll and move it in your place. Now I can faint... Guru."

"... expensive? That."

"Unteachable, expensive cancer. I saved a dime for two years just by letting them build one. Ugh."

It's going to make me cry even though I stare resentfully. Hmm. You're weak when you cry like that in front of me... I want to do something for you and it hurts.

I can't help it...... anymore.

"Why don't you tell Bharu to pay for the ingredients?

"To?"

"You can negotiate with me so I can get him to pay for the repair because I broke the buckwheat?

"Really? That's really happening... You made me say refia or something. Can you really do that?

With his fist wiping the tears that seeped into his eyes, Bel Adone has turned his hopeful eyes to me.

Well, I can't say enough for sure if I can or can't, but I don't know if there's anything I can do about it. If I broke it, I would have rubbed it.

"He seems to be good at convenient money. You can just ask for it."

"Don't make me look like a good person. Please! I'd really ask you to do it! Wonsha Bel Adne Hisaka. Your Majesty's candidate for bride. Greetings."

"Eh. It's Lephia. The Bride of the Demon King...... not you. What is it? He who was proposed by the Demon King...... Nice to meet you...... that? What's the matter with you?

I tried to return my introduction in return because I was introduced, and as soon as I did, Bel Adone took a distance from me.

Is that it?... What's up?

"To Your Majesty...... propose marriage.... Was?

"Yeah.... well. I haven't returned it yet because they said I could always reply. So I guess you're not the bride yet."

"No way! Your Majesty chose to be a human woman. Did you plot something? Let Won-sha get off guard and create a gap. What do you think!?

"Oh. That said, you were a kid who wouldn't listen to people... What shall I do with this? Something stinks."

"Don't be annoying!!

The disturbances, whether I'm in the way or not, just showed one separation at a time. I wonder what it would be like to turn that back again in boredom...

"In that case, the Demon King said he wanted to talk to you, so I guess there's something else."

"Huh!? Master Maori, to me!?

"Yeah. That demon king Lee did. There's something I'd like to ask you about the statue of the Naked Demon King in the White House."

"... Shh. Why did you find out? The White Palace is closed until it comes in!?

"... that? Dejab, I guess. I think I told you the same story earlier, didn't I? I slept in that white palace, so..."

"Become! Become! You plotted something!

"Yep! I can't go on!

Is there anything wrong with her?

Are you really a genius child!?

"Anyway! I don't care about the White House or anything anymore! I'll ask Baru about the crystal doll, so don't make any more noise! First of all, your white machos are shattered without one more left, so call it a day!

"... Yes?

"So there's not one more nude stone statue left, so don't be so confined to the White House!

"Become, Become..."

One breath, Bel Adone's scream wooded.

Beautiful, but unfortunate.

That was the real first meeting between me and Bel Adone.