Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Episode 101: The Maker of the Process to

The ice produced by sorcery dissolves rapidly.

Rokia takes a step, takes it.

Even before Hibigami, he doesn't look timid.

The opposing hibigami asked with a calm voice as he lowered the arm he had given him.

"How many years has it been?

"Come on? I know. It's not this way."

Rokia turns her body slightly backwards and clasps her shoulders.

"I've never counted, and I'm not obliged or going to count. It's a rotten relationship with Temehe, you know, like shit."

"You're no different, Lokia."

It would be the effect of a sudden collision between the two.

The gaze of the students in the square was gathering to the two of them.

Watch how Mr. Currier is doing.

... so far, it looks like a static attitude.

"Currier told me that Temehe had come to Christophia... but I didn't even see him, and I thought he had left the king's capital. Thank you for the pleasure."

"When I first came to the king's capital, I realized that I had fled the king's capital at first sight. Yes, Currier told me that?

"Oh, you're right"

Putting his own face closer to Hibigami's face, Lokia spread her hands as if to intimidate him.

"You're absolutely right, without any excuses - 'wrecking god'"

Hibigami doesn't move.

Lokia laughs viciously.

"Undisputed, indiscriminate, miserable, no shame, no hearsay, I fled."

Taunt, Lokia tongues out.

"I wrapped my tail around it and ran away crying. I did. I don't want to see Themé. Is that all you want? Fuhahahahaha, you're such a nice coward you want to worship, aren't you? Can't you just shake and squat? Kuk, in the first place, huh? I like Temei, but I like him and see him. I'm so scared, my legs snap, it's like I can't move! Fuha, fuhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The content you're talking about seems pitiful in itself, but it doesn't seem like a sign of awkwardness.

I don't see how frightened I am, or how my legs are choking.

Meanwhile, Hibigami, nestled so far away that Rokia's mouth corner foam reached him, appeared somewhere satisfied, instead of exposing his discomfort.

"You're an eating man to make."

"Is that how Temehe came to eat the Four Felonies?

"Hmm, hadn't you heard from Currier there yet? I came to Wangdu on a separate matter. Well, thanks to you, I was lucky enough to go around with one of the Four Felonies... but it still seemed to be a hassle that the Four Felonies I did were at the moment. Apparently, the most oily opponent was Sagara."

"... crohiko"

Two gaze at me.

"I heard that, huh? I hear you set that man up as your enemy. I heard you were pretty obsessed, huh? What, Sagara Krohiko is our savior who's been through so much trouble from Temehe?

"I seem to be approaching the man in moderation..."

"I've come to antagonize Krohiko, because it's also antagonizing 'Silver Maiden'. I'll dodge it with my whole body. Undisputed, avoiding everything."

"Kaka, I often lie. As for that Demon King paying that much attention - is there anything?

Rokia caresses her neck muscles troublesome and lukewarm.

"I can't let it, it's convenient this way. That's not what Temé talks about."

"Well, I guess so. And if Sagarah should come to my realm in the end, then all other things should come second for the time being. Just..."

He strokes his jaw's insensitive mustache and Hibigami looks over at the students in the square.

"I heard there was' intangible play 'here. In addition, there are" silver maidens "- and even the curseless ones that those" silver maidens "have on their shoulders - in" The Demon King ". A little intrigued, huh? I thought you didn't look too bad."

"Eighty-nine bad tastes don't set the stage."

It's Lokia.

"Ah?"

"Why do you think Noise chose this school for the stage?

"You know what? I don't even want to know what such a crazy, stupid woman thinks. It's a good place to waste your thinking."

Hibigami continues regardless of Rokia throwing up.

"Currier is not a noble daughter, nor a Renault thread person. Enrolling in this school must have been quite difficult in itself. Even for myself, that's how I needed to get my own school uniform, right?

After a glimpse of Lokia's uniform, Hibigami turned to the school.

"If the purpose of noise is to be a person in six houses, I don't think there's any inevitability in purposefully choosing this school that's a hassle to dive into -"

"Currier's admission is up to Noise to dine. He has a change spell, and she doesn't know anything about setting the stage. He's unusually obsessed with Currier. If only Currier Verstein could have been summoned, wouldn't the rest have mattered?

"The required performers and stage are" Silver Maiden "and" School "... but I still don't know the connection."

"It's not a big reason anyway. It's about him - very personal, I mean, it's for a reason. Even if..."

Rokia laughs spirally.

"I cared about that. Oh, doesn't that sound like Temehe, the matching fool? What kind of wind is that?

Hibigami laughs tauntingly as he mocks himself.

"Have you been inside yourself... or maybe I can afford it when the candidate I was chasing shows up?"

"Kuk, how about that one?

Lokia sharpens her eyes and laughs niggly.

"In my opinion, Temé's nature as a combat freak probably hasn't changed. I guess I'm temporarily satisfied with what I've been able to do with the Four Violent Disasters of the Memorial... but I don't think so. If someone comes out in front of me, Themé will be unable to contain his impulse. That's what's broken from Hannah, Temeh's unchanging essence," The Wrecking God. "

The hibigami slipped and moved slightly.

"Then, Lokia"

Rokia takes a step, a distance back.

"For example - do you have a hand in working with yourself here?

"What? Are you fucking with me?

"Right -"

Hibigami flying his gaze sequentially.

"If you kill those fellow students who seem to be causing you to get mixed up among them, will you be willing to do a little bit?

"Kukukuku, you can try."

…………

"You can try to see if I'm motivated by Temehe to the point of killing them all. Come on, let's do this, huh? The world is overflowing with things you have to try, right?

"Hmm -"

A blood vessel rose in the back of Hibigami's hand, and a stiff noise rang.

A tingling sensation that strikes the skin.

Murder intent, is it...

The air changed in an instant, but those who know must have figured it out.

but soon the air goes back to normal.

I see, and a damn hibigami laughing.

"You seem to be teaching yourself and your people well. I don't like killing for nothing either. If it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense to kill."

"No evil. My kingdom is not peaceful enough to be disturbed by the death of my people. I can't afford to cry and mourn because of the death of my people. It's just... I don't mind if Temehe does it with me."

"... ho?

"If Koso Mud Noise stole Larface and Falvety come back to this hand. Oh, you can do it with Temehe. Whether it's Temé or not, you don't have that sword. It's not funny to do it with me, is it?

"Kakaka, you see it, Rokia. It's an inducement to draw me to our side when it's relative to noise, isn't it? And when the sword you're looking for returns to hand, you renege on your promise and flee... no?

"Come on, what are you talking about? I don't mind if I guess my sincerity on my own. Kuku, but you're just gonna have to decide, okay? I'm a man who keeps his promises."

We watched the exchange somewhat far-flung.

"I knew you weren't close, those guys"

Says Mr. Currier, who was looking at the two of them.

... Wouldn't you?

It seems like I'm getting along too.

Lokia walked over here.

"Hibigami is an expensive sight. It's a shame to die."

"Hibigami guy, do you think I'm keeping my mouth shut watching this?

Mr. Currier asks.

"Honestly, I don't know. I don't think he's likely to try to do it with me or Temehe right now... but he didn't put it in his mouth, but in case the noise is growing to a different intensity, there could be an intrusion itself. Otherwise... if it's harmful to your obsessive crohiko, it might move."

Have you been waiting and in a hurry?

The students began to grumble with dissatisfaction.

Mr. Currier looking at the students.

"Do you really think there's noise in that?

"... there he is, I think"

"You seem to be catching something. What do you care?

Kuk, and Lokia laughs.

"That 'intangible play', huh? There's no way they're gonna end up figuring out who you are... well, whatever it is, we have to win the first game first."

"In your opinion, the purpose of the noise is me, right?

"I guess..."

"Then..."

Tighten your expression, Mr. Currier.

"I still have to settle."

I said, looking at the side of her chewing determination.

"Please be careful, Mr. Currier"

She smiled, hun, and snorted as usual.

"Oh."

"Tsuka, Currier"

Lokia pinched her mouth.

"Hmm?"

"Crohiko barely moves now, does he? Why did you bring him here?

"Crohiko asked me to leave it in the infirmary."

"Given the danger of being caught by noise, is it better to keep it in a visible position? Damn, but it's a perfect relationship to make, Temehe et al."

"Hung, at least you know how I feel better than you."

... Mr. Currier flushed it.

Rokia, on the other hand, also "so-called" appropriately recieves, turning her face towards the stage.

"Well, it's time to fit in"

Lokia sent some instructions with her hands.

Then some of the students - probably fellow Lokians - make a move.

"Cecily, School Director"

Currier spoke to Cecily, who was watching the exchange in silence behind me, and Makina, who was standing alongside Shana a little behind it.

"When Crohiko is in danger, as far as possible... protect him"

Mr. Cecily nods all the time that he has been acknowledged.

"I know. So Currier is full of thought, do what you have to do"

"I'm sorry, thank you."

Mr. Makina flaunts his shoulder.

"If noise and hibigami are in your hometown, you can't promise to protect them. I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you, Dean. Thank you for everything else."

"Stop it, it's like we're going to die."

"... could be something similar"

Those around me right now are Mr. Cecily, Mr. Machina, and Mr. Shana.

Although Mia, Leeza and Clarice are on the school grounds, they are now evacuating where they should be.

By the way, Mr. Cecily seemed to have received a uniform of the right size from Mr. Machina before he came here.

I'm gonna get a wheelchair. I hear Mr. Machina picked up a spare uniform and brought it to me.

Mr. Currier looks up at the sky.

"The sun has fallen."

If you look - of what you can still secure your sight - the sky was finally darkening.

The first star blinks in the sky.

The school bell rings and the crystal light in the square lights up lightly.

"So, let's start."

Lokia walks out for the stage.

"First farce to set the stage the way that bitch wants it to be"

As Lokia took to the stage, the students began to skip questions verbally.

"What are you!? What are we going to have!?

"We got together because the dean instructed us to, but what the hell!?

"Explain it!

Students who are gathered without explaining the circumstances, and raise their voices because of further impatience, have a rough narrative.

It also seems to applaud the roughness that nerves are bursting with tension in the quadruple disaster raid that took place today.

Lokia, who receives a voice, laughs invincibly.

Mr. Currier stands with Livergate at the edge of the stage.

Then a human being was transported from the forest on something plank-like.

As soon as I saw that appearance, I could see the students losing their words and breathing.

Big.

Huge man.

but I can't feel the breath of life.

The blue hair, which would once have been stroked backwards, was flaking like it had lost its vitality.

The dull coloured coat is broken miserably and stained with blood.

My hands and feet were sewn with a sword on the board, and I was restrained.

More pierced swords - possibly demon swords - are emanating from the twitchy twitchy twitchy, reinforcing restraints.

My face is earthy.

It is also unclear whether he is breathing.

dying, should I say?

Or already...

A plate being sewn up by a man is made upright by his fellow Lokians.

What started after that was the task of fixing the foot to the floor?

One wooden pillar was carried over the stage.

They're going to use the plate as a support to keep it upright.

…………

The man was breathtaking and intimidating, even though he was restrained and could not feel alive.

An unusual presence.

That's right.

That feeling.

That's probably...

"Some of them are already guessing. Yeah, as you can guess."

Lokia fingers the big man in the rear.

"This one is one of the four worst."

The students squirm.

The quality was different than earlier.

"This quadruple disaster knocked him down with Currier Verstein and me there. Oh, you're relieved? Already a bug breath. There's no need for Temé and the others to escape like that."

Although Mr. Currier glanced at Lokia, he did not speak up.

"Well."

Lokia taking something with a cloth on it.

That was softly put aside by his people earlier.

Lokia drops that 'something' from the cloth onto the stage.

That's...

After the beat,

"Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!"

One of the first female students screamed.

"Ugh!? Hey, that 's--"

"People's, uh, arms!?

"Hey, what the fuck! What the hell are you doing, man?

Students showing a variety of reactions.

Yes - it was the human arm that Rokia threw out on the stage.

"Huhahahahaha! Shut up, shut up! Shut the fuck up! All these sweet little fucking students!

A drink of Lokia.

Pressured by force, or in an instant, there is a silence stretched out on the field.

"Even Themè and the others killed the demons of the Holy Ruins and gave me one or two of the bloodbaths. I'm sure you'll be fine watching!? Oh!? Some of my seriously injured buddies or the ones who saw the death!? What's that? Hey, what's up? If it's one or two of your arms, call me! Huhahaha, huhahahahaha! They're totally weird people! Hey!?"

As the laughter subsided, Lokia dropped her fingertips on her rolling arm at her feet.

"This is the arm of my buddy who died when he did it with the Four Homicides."

Fulfill.

I didn't know if that arm really belonged to one of Lokia's people.

Lie or true.

It's hard to deduce his that.

But I could see a slight change in the students' reactions.

"These four vicious scoundrels ravaged me all they wanted in the King's Capital. In the meantime, I stood up to this Four Homicides with Currier Verstein, who named him a native of the Sixth House there, and his fellow offensive squad. For what? - To protect the people who live in this king's capital."

I knew right away that that would be a lie.

"But my dear companion was killed in the midst of the battle by the Four Felonies. Yes, I was murdered... tragically."

Lokia holding her mouth down with her hands.

"I also hear there have been many deaths in the Knights of the Holy Tree. And school candidates also have many Knights blood relatives. Some of those in this square will have already learned of the death of their flesh parents. Also, some students might have been murdered by their flesh parents just because they haven't been informed yet. Some of the students and instructors close to each other must have been killed by another Four Felonies who attacked this school. Hence..."

When Lokia received a bottle of the Holy Sword from her companions, she cut off the arms of the Four Violent Disasters.

Blood flows out of a thoroughly torn incision.

"I think we should execute the Four Homicides with our own hands... and stab the Four Homicides there with our own hands"

To Lokia's abrupt suggestion, the students seemed to remember the oddity.

"Hey, why is that happening... hey, executions..."

"You can leave that to the guards, like the survival of the Knights..."

"I don't know what that means..."

Kuk, and Lokia laughs.

"Are you prepared to take a man's life, even if you are ready to see him die"

Students look at each other.

"Well, that's not..."

"But hey...?

"You can't do it. Nothing. You can leave, right?

Lokia smiles scornfully.

But I don't know.

Lokia travels to and from the stage from left to right.

"The courageous young candidates who confined themselves to" The Four Homicides "... the fact that they were one of them became a good material for Temehe and others to talk about themselves in the future, I suppose? Guys, when you're in one of the nightclubs, you can talk to the lady and the lady. He said that he was one of those who confined himself to the Four Terrorists. The fact that their eyes will change is obvious given the visibility of the Four Homicides. The ladies of the boxed world pretend to be peach-perchics and weak birds, but the reality is that they starve for exciting stories."

Lokia continues.

"The women, dressed in gorgeous dresses, try to show off their brave self determination with all the aristocratic men they care about. The fact that both aristocratic men are attracted to strong women is well proven in the past by Chris Renowsphere, now headed by Cecily Arklite, Doristos Kielsinha, Couderka Ferraris, plus Lili Sigmsos of the Knights of the Holy Tree... easy to imagine? If they're smart, they can imagine right away, right?

As soon as possible, Lokia's narrative changes.

"Here we can see Temehe and the rest of his life. Either" one of the brave ones who executed the Four Homicides "or" an unusual loser who fled with congratulations ".

Lokia struck out her hand.

A dry, sharp sound sounded like a whip.

"Temehe and the others here are now in their first year, right? I mean two more years...... no, or always will be, the cowards who fled here continue to be so compared that they dislike the brave men who have the courage and readiness to take part in executions here that they will be the future perpetual heist 'the one who escaped then'. This is the tragedy of those who are bound to their homes, identities and lands... the pathetic candidates who were born without the skill to leave this country..."

Lokia put her hands up.

"Oh, of course I'm not joining you. He's gonna get you out of here, right? The courageous people who are going to take action will never forgive the act of bragging that they took part just because they saw the situation. Remember the face of the one who ran away from here? And if you're boring me. If you're lying to me, stick your fingers in them all." He's a liar coward, "he said!

Shoulder movements showed that Mr. Currier breathed subtly.

He also looks frightened.

"I got revenge anyway. And many people here have seen the unusual death. Little filth there. He killed my dear companion in the Four Homicides disaster, and I was hit by Hideye myself. That's why I beat the crap out of myself. It's a four-weapon disaster. It's not like it's a big deal!

When Lokia succumbed, she put her hand on the placed arm.

And I looked at the students with a solemn look.

"Now choose. Be a brave man or a fugitive forever"

"Oh, I'll do it!

One student raised his hand.

Then,

"Me too! Oh, my brother's in the Knights... so I...!

Yet another.

"Then so am I! I'm not gonna let anyone, oh, coward!

Did the departure of the man who gave him his name serve as a backup?

The other students also begin to express their willingness to participate one after the other.

An air is formed that it is even sinful to leave this place.

…………

Good, I thought.

Students who have expressed their participation up to about the third person will be his companions, whom Lokia has kept in dispute from the outset.

It's called Sakura.

This bizarre execution drama, which could have twisted your neck, but I guess the unusual air caused by the sudden change in Wang Du is depriving students of their normal judgment.

Anxiety solicits, and as a result, they follow someone's will.

If you're plain, you can't maintain the calm you can have.

"Oh, yeah, yeah."

Lokia opened her mouth just saying she remembered now.

"Actually, this time, Temehe and the others gathered not only for the execution of the Four Felonies. Hey, this guy's still having fun. It's still the last thing I have left."

They're all intrigued by what's going on.

As if he was also playing on stage, Lokia took the time between them before continuing the conversation.

"According to information I have received from certain sources... the human being who summoned the Four Homicides to Wang Du is apparently in this school"

What, the students who react.

"And the man is probably in the midst of those gathered in this square"

Students look at each other in the face.

"Kukuku, you're a bad hobbyist, aren't you? Call it in yourself and leave it up to the rest of you... he'll enjoy the audience as an audience, keeping his identity hidden."

"Hey, why would he do that? What's the purpose!?

Unexpectedly, one student throws the question.

"That's why he's crazy, that's why"

"Then, stupid..."

"That's right. If you weren't crazy, I wouldn't be a fool to call the Four Felonies. So... I decided to drag him out of the audience. I finally got the math. So after finishing this execution drama..."

Rokia peeks her teeth from one end of her mouth with an evil grin.

"Me and Currier Verstein bring that crazy entertainer to justice"

Rokia stares at the students.

"Well, before we do that, we'll start by finishing the execution of the Four Felonies there. When the vengeance play on the Four Homicides is over - drag the culprits of this tragedy to the table and begin the next execution."

Lokia smiles similarly.

"That's why. Come on, if you want to run, now's the time, right? However, if you escape here, your unpleasant gaze will always pierce you as a spear. Doubt is such a horrible emotion."

The current language seemed effective.

Even if I know I'm not the culprit, making the choice to leave here also makes me look like the wind I tried to escape because I was about to find out who I was.

Yes, I think.

The air in the field is horrible.

The biggest difference between hearsay and being on the scene is the air in the field.

Sometimes when I'm swallowed by the air, they deprive me of my normal judgment.

The students have been connected to the occasion.

of words, by chains.

Lokia.

Is everything computational?

"Oh, I can't really imitate that. Well, he's a versatile man to make."

The arm-wrapped hibigami was distorting his mouth.

Preparations for execution proceed.

If it breaks out, myself and Currier Verstein will end immediately on this occasion - yes, the students seem comfortable with what Lokia told them.

Four fierce men, set up as a target on stage.

Remaining silent, creepy.

"Though they are dying, the opponent is a quadruple evil... requiring a surgical ceremony that shakes the whole body spirits. Thank you. These four murderers have had a hard time getting the technique to work, haven't they?

Lokia talks to the students as they come and go on stage.

"There you go, when you paint a surgical ceremony, work through the sacraments to the maximum and let them go. To ensure that our 'enemy' breath is stopped."

As if the students draw a semicircle, they surround the stage and line up in a row.

What will be done now?

That's right.

Perhaps there will be a sight to be called concentrated fire.

But what does Lokia think?

(iv) Is this execution drama merely Lokia's self-satisfaction when it comes to refraining from measures to broil out noise after the heinous execution?

"I think you're ready. Kuk, but I'm surprised. I didn't know there wasn't a single shepherd."

It's hard to leave on your own. I often say, Mr. Currier, who looks like...

"I don't know who it is, but I don't really want to turn it around on my enemies."

Mr. Shanatris, who was static, opens his mouth.

"Hey Makina, you mean you're cooperating with that guy, but do you have a proper grip on the reins?

"I'm going to... honestly, it's a subtle place. You know, he's like a man who ate people, he's so clueless. It looks like we're gripping it, and on the contrary, it might be moving like a good thing. But..."

Mr Makina said in a clean condition.

"It's true that interests are in agreement, and I have no way of finding someone named Noise right now. Now we have to rely on it. Well... the presence of Currier, a known friend, is huge. At least she'll follow us."

It's not a crossroads.

Phew, and Mr. Makina smiles.

"Always my life is like a crossroads. I'm used to it."

"It's long lived and kinky, you know."

"That's you too, isn't it? Are you okay with that left eye?

"There's no comparison to a curse who decides his own eyeballs. Wouldn't it be hard for you to have a series of unique procedures?

"I'm not the only one who's tough. When this long day is over and you're back in bed, you'll sleep like mud."

"Then will we sleep together for a long time!?

"I refuse that."

…………

Shanna, who seems lonely and depressed.

But 'in a while' means that we slept together once...?