Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Just as every story in this world needs a villain, every religion in this world has a negative presence to highlight the sanctity of faith.

In spirituality, which refers to the Spirit as the presence of mercy, it was the Spirit of darkness.

And it was the clan with the name of Norius al-Elando - the one who fights for Elando - that was meant to worship that dark spirit and to forgive and suppress its heart.

Even the Spirit of Death is portrayed as a gentle young man with mercy: the end, yet the Spirit of Darkness is portrayed as a wrinkled, ugly old man.

He preferred strife, sought blood, rejoiced in obscenity, and loved all the evils of the world.

Inevitably, the carrying spiritual power of a clan dedicated to the Spirit of Darkness is disastrous.

Once they caged their strength, the air would rise, the darkness would stir, and people would shrug themselves into instinctive fear - which should have been.

Even to Lena, who now faces Bruno, on the surface, it looks like she can afford a grin.

But if he gazed closely, his forehead was stained with cold sweat, and the fist he gripped was shaking small.

(... should I say no cuteness or cuteness)

If Lena asks, she thinks she's going to die of anger, and Bruno smiles quietly.

The desperate appearance of a vanity seemed to be a hare who was trying so hard to put up a needle to intimidate him, Bruno pulled out of his body.

Leo had told me several times that it was an evil hobby to have small animals for purposes other than eating.

I can see the sudden loosening of air and the opponent releasing the tension for a moment.

But Lena, with a soggy look on her face, said, 'What are you going to do?' I've been asking.

"Don't let me kill you or pull you in. It's hard to react."

'... if you're relieved, I think you should look honest'

I'm not relieved!

Damn, it's adorable.

Bruno shrugged his shoulder once again, returning to his usual pale expression, throwing a branch into the fire.

The flames are frightening and shrinking because of the use of dark spiritual power earlier.

As he threw in the cancer branches, as if to feed the dog in large quantities after scolding him, the weasel and flames eventually began to regain momentum.

'- So. How long are you gonna be on your mid back? Why don't you sit down and stand up and decide on your attitude? "

'... wait a minute? Why are you switching to normal mode early? Isn't my brewed sense of urgency so funny? Where did the tension go earlier? Where am I supposed to fit this shaken bush?

"I don't know" about the bumps and the zero discontent, and Lena gave him an unspoken look, then pulled her mouth tight and eventually sat back on the spot.

'... your, that gratuitous attitude isn't what started right now. Do you understand that you were willing to talk to me about this? Bruno - No, Mr. Burdur.'

'I threw away the name. Bruno is fine.'

To answer briefly, the other person muttered, "Yes," and pressed silently. Perhaps you're thinking about how you went about it.

You're very good at interrogation, but when it comes to conversation, you're very unfamiliar.

When this one stopped rejecting him, Bruno watched Lena, who suddenly became weak, with delight.

Perhaps Lena's nature is closer to Bruno than Leo's.

But from Bruno, both Lena and Leo were the bearers of equally good souls.

'- I'd like to ask you, Lena. What are you gonna do, listen to me?

'Nothing, I'm not going to do anything about it. Ask because I want to know. That's all.'

There is nothing else in that face that frowns, and there is no color of lies.

She added, gently distorting her mouth.

"I can't bear to have an unresolved mystery in front of me. I would be satisfied if I asked. I mean, even if it was probably a better circumstance to intervene humanely, I'd leave you alone if I just asked. Because I just want to know.... This is what they might call an anomaly. '

'No. That, with every interest. The feeling of being biased towards not being, is understandable'

Bruno turned to Lena, adding that 'besides, that attitude is easier for me to talk to'.

"Will you keep your mouth shut for Leo?"

'... you mean you'll talk to me?

'It's about you anyway. If you can't hear me out here right now, you'll just persevere in pursuit until I speak. - Nothing. As far as I'm concerned, I'm not even willing to hide it if I don't tell Leo.

Sending a questionable gaze, Lena nodded silently.

Bruno often looks at the shaking flames and thinks about where he should speak from.

Eventually, a small fire exploded to signal, and he began to talk pompously.

"... as you know, my father is the head of a family who worships the Spirit of Darkness by making him the king brother of Elland. He was greedy, commensurate with the nature of his Spirit, surrounded many wives, and set up sons. One of them is me."

This was the first time I had told someone I was born.

Bruno narrowed his black eyes softly so as to pull out his past memories.

"The Father sought power, and his wives sought the seat of their righteous wives, always contending. The Father proved his loyalty and also tried to approach the centre of power by offering to his brother, the king's clan, my son as an escort. My wives also offered my children. In that, I happen to be... the third prince of the time. In the name of Safita's cousin, he was to be attached as an escort '

It doesn't mean that a guard or martial arts is required.

The role given to Bruno was merely a shield of meat.

When Safita is attacked, he covers his body instead, and when he is cursed, he takes it on instead, mouthing dishes that may contain poison.

Safita and all around the princes were such "escorts" - that is, a number of Bruno's half-brothers were placed.

"But one missing, two missing, the number of them gradually decreased... and I realized that I was alone with Safita. By then, I had learned to avoid arrows, learn to wield swords, and distinguish poison. '

…………

It was for that reason that Bruno had never lost to the extent of the "skirmishes" that take place in the lower town of Richiert.

That stuff, it's just like a toy.

I meant to speak pale, but Lena looked like she included something bitter.

'... why didn't you run away? You could have thrown away that kind of situation - no, you could have rejected it in the first place, couldn't you?

'... right. I wonder why. At first, I just felt like I wanted my mother to compliment me or something, that's why. If I protect Safita, my father will be thanked by the king and my mother by my father. "

It was too long ago.

Such pale, silly emotions were no longer difficult to recall.

'I just think every time I fell into poison, tore flesh with my sword, and recovered from it, those thoughts faded too... At the end of the day, I didn't really know it myself. However, I thought that sacrificing this self for the prince of the proud Elando would be the highest honor for anyone with the name of the Struggler (Norius)... No, maybe it was imprinted'

The memories around there are vague.

Not really, it wasn't even something I wanted to remember.

"... wasn't it" parents who tried to protect you with their lives "?

I whine low, as Lena would say, even if the story was different.

For some reason, her - originally best friend's - tinted eyes were shaking, as if, instead of Bruno, she had been hurt.

To Bruno, I did not answer that, but smiled lightly.

'... but my life like that ended suddenly one day. My father, too drowned in greed, foolishly tried to use the power of the Dark Spirit to attack Weitz. But with the Cathedral lightly occupied by the Weitz army, which was mighty, the Errand side decided to surrender early. Rather than war or anything, it's a good annoyance over there because my father's rampage is what caused it. King Elland at the time begged forgiveness from Weitz by having his own brother and his clan solemnly purified'

Even on Weitz's side, he did not consider it a good idea to thoroughly ravage Eland, a religious sanctuary.

As a result, Eland was allowed to retain his authority as an autonomous administration in exchange for the life of his brother Wang's clan.

'But here's the problem: the separation of the "King's brother's clan". My father's wife had too many. Most of that has nothing to do with this fight. Executing him, whoever it is, was not tolerated by Weitz's insistence and the public, and by the Spirit. … As a result, an examination by Eland took place before the execution was carried out'

Who is the family of the traitor?

How far is the subject of execution?

The deliberations spanned several days.

Weitz said he would accept Errand's definition of "King's brother's clan" (list) either to show tolerance or in full.

I don't need any help with anything that's not on that list.

Indeed, the wives, who until then should have been contending for the love of Bruno's father, began to give back their hands in unison.

We are just concubines. That the relationship was not recognised by the Spirit, and therefore, that it did not promise a permanent bond.

In that, Bruno's mother was one of the few women to whom she gave the name that she was the official wife of the man.

She rushed to the side of the man to pack her sinner's clothes herself.

- I didn't even swallow things, take Bruno.

"The diocese, which became the venue for the inquiry, was lined with representatives of the ten families, and a family of kings. I was knelt before my uncle, the king, and waited for the judgment to come. My father had almost lost his sanity by drowning too much in the power of the Dark Spirit, and my mother was just smiling. We and a few other wives were recently certified as" family "... but when we tried to leave the courtroom, Safita, who had watched the interview in silence until then, got up. Funny enough, look desperate '

He screamed.

- Wait, my traitor's wife. You're lying.

Then, with his blue-grey eyes, he glanced at Bruno's mother.

- It's beside you now, the child.

The child whom you offered, who received arrows in my stead, who contained poison, and whose flesh was torn by the sword, is not your son, etc. Wouldn't you?

The voice was so frightening that it shook the air in the diocese.

- Isn't that right?

Hearing a voice overflowing with the heart of a righteous man, slightly left behind his childhood, Bruno's mother turned her face all the way.

He stared silently at Safita as he shot through her, and then, with a beautiful face that wouldn't let him gaze at her emotions, he stared at Bruno.

How long have you been doing that?

Eventually, as she was tired of peeling her gaze, she told Bruno without even looking at him.

- You're right.

The low and cool voice for a woman was as pale as usual.

- This is not my son.

'-... I can't believe...'

Lena lost her word.

I couldn't find any words to hang.

I didn't know which was the right attitude to take, whether I should be angry, hurt, or just listen.

Bruno continued quietly to her, who was pulling her mouth tied all the time.

"... In the end, the words removed me from the category of" King's brother's clan "and spared me the execution. I said I prolonged my life in a way that my mother would save me... that's what I meant '

Later, as we talked about earlier.

Anyway, Bruno was the "edger" of a man who attracted unwanted warfare, so it was more dangerous to stay in Eland.

So he fled the capital and came to the capital of Weitz, where Eland would be the hardest to reach.

It is also true that my mother's handover.

However, he was poked at the inconsistency that he was willing to sit down even though he was publicly declared not to be his son, and kicked out.

And then we reached Hannah Orphanage.

If at that time my mother screamed, "It's my son," Bruno didn't know what emotions she had.

I think their bond was broken when it came to simply rejoicing.

I might have been more confused than that. What could have irritated me?

I spent my days inconclusively trying to figure out how to handle that attitude of my mother within me.

'But... the day I stuck Leo in the frozen pond, I finally understood what I screamed unconsciously about. I wanted to see that word - that attitude as "risking my life to cover my son."

Perhaps if it had been Bruno before he met Leo, he would have seen it as a disgrace and depended on denial.

But when he heard Leo praise Bruno's parents for his innocence and as something entirely unrelated to himself, he stopped doing it.

It seemed embarrassing to me to embarrass myself for wanting the love of my parents.

The fire explodes.

The area has completely darkened the colours of the night, and the occasional voice of the beast has turned into something of a desire for abundance.

Bruno continued his conversation melancholy, poking his cheekstick at his horseshit knee.

'- Well, so. You can organize your thoughts and get irreplaceable friends and a standing position in the orphanage. As a plain orphan, I really enjoyed the Lower Town Twins for a while... and since the winter was so extreme and the day was shortest, a little strangeness has happened'

'... for one thing, don't go into the gap between "Ho Ho Ho" and "Shimomachi Nobu", okay?

At first, it was a voice.

- It's not enough.

One day, I could really hear a snob, mundane moment, a squeaky man.

- Not enough. It's not enough.

It was a gloomy, disastrous, voiced as if it had packed every disturbance in the world.

When I first heard about it, Bruno was preparing dinner with Leo.

"-Leo. Now, what, did I say?

So Bruno asked his friend beside him.

The Weitz language was much more fluent.

"What? I didn't tell you, did I? Oh, no, he said that?" I want money, "he said," I'm unconsciously whining. "

"... no. Not enough, I heard."

"Am I right? Then I didn't say it, that's what I said. Look, it's a big day."

Poking a pile of cheap beaten potatoes, my friend laughs at the tease.

Bruno, surprised, decided it was his fault and withdrew his doubts.

But then again, my voice started sounding more frequently.

- It's not enough. Prayer. I can't help it.

- Boring.

- I hope it's a disaster. Just a spoon of suffering, just a drop of fear, something to taste at the tip of your tongue.

For example, shade of a building pillar. of trees bathing in the sun, behind them.

A black shadow, shaken by a burning flame.

From those elaborate places of darkness, I heard voices once in a while.

It was one night.

A greedy Leo accidentally grabbed me by a virtuous mentor and rescued me from being bracketed on the sleeping table between prayers, that day.

When I returned Leo first, tightened up my mentor exactly, and now tried to leave the diocese, it happened.

- Don't you inherit my name?

The fire of the candlestick, which was lighted hard, went out simultaneously, and at the same time, before the altar, where the Spirit cloth was hung, a shadow appeared.

Using only the blue and white moonlight as a clue, Bruno distinguished himself as an ugly old man with a wrinkle.

…………

Bruno no longer had a spinal reflex, grabbing up the candlestick that was on the wall and throwing it under the person.

The candlestick hit the altar, making a blunt noise, but the old man, who slammed it, only smiled shady.

- Well, that's a good thing about prestige. But it has to be like this.

Unless you prefer strife, do not hesitate to dye your hands in blood, and understand the sweetness of violence.

The language is neither Erandean nor Weitz.

In the sense that the direct prefix would shake, and in its content, Bruno realized who the old man was.

'-... Dark, Spirit...!

It was no more than the spirit of darkness, worshipped and drowned by Bruno's father, who nestled with a disastrous grin as

He took a step, this way, shaking his head as if it were lamentable.

Really, the darkness all around me is just like that.

- Oh. Oh! Now that the beloved foolish Radugal is dead, his brother's clan (Manasirius) only offers prayers to the Spirit of Light.

But who the hell thinks you've ever done to protect that country?

The charge of light was shining because I was doing it with restraint.

Because the prayers of Radugal and others were forgiving my heart, I did not corrode the beads, but kept them quiet.

In that word, Bruno understood.

His father was indeed a fool who drowned in the Spirit of Darkness and wanted even the land of Weitz, but the prayer was indeed to forgive the Spirit of Darkness - to protect Eland.

No matter how much prayer the king's family prays to the Spirit of Light, if at the same time they cannot comfort the Spirit of Darkness, Elland and his surroundings will be eroded by evil.

To Bruno, who opened his eyes, the Spirit of Darkness laughed funny.

- Tomorrow, son of Radugal. Will you not inherit my name?

Don't you want to live my name, pray and give a little blood, and protect my country?

After a long silence, Bruno told him with a faint voice.

'... I'm not kidding'

Gaining courage in his own voice, he gazed at the Spirit.

'I was dumped in that country. I abandoned that country, too. Not even a name. I don't even care about Elando, the spirit anymore. "

That was supposed to be unwavering determination.

But the Spirit, who put together the figure of the old man, merely flushed his temperamental proclamation like a breeze and smiled in a coma.

- Well, what do you say?

"... what?"

The old man, dressed in black, spread his arms like dead branches and told him to sing.

- Corrosion of the light dependency bill has already begun.

Now that no one has prayed, the stronger my power to lose control, the more the scourge will fill this continent.

Where should I pour the first ashes?

Unfortunately, the Light Capital (Le Grand) is too strong a guardian of the Spirit of Light.

It would be a poor land to eat a share. It would be a dirty land.

For example, the Spirit twisted his teething mouth.

- Yes. For example, you live, … the nest of the needy.

'What...!?

A strong wind blows through the cathedral the moment Bruno roughs up his voice.

The spiritual cloth turned up simultaneously, and the candlestick made a noise and fell.

The next time Bruno opened his eyes with his face covered in agitation, there was no more appearance of an old man there.

And from that day on - to the lower town of Richiert, an infectious disease began to epidemic.