The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Episode 237: Epitaph Palazzo

I was pointing my foot at the Witch Forest burn that day.

The burn still leaves a house that has become a pile of black charcoal.

The body was buried, but I didn't dare let the wreckage be cleaned up.

Coming here reminds me of the day I burned them.

Are the last remaining Epitaph Palazzos fortunate to fulfill?

He will survive.

Because if you want to die, you can't self-determination.

To die and to be in hell alive.

There will be theories as to which one is luckier.

If humans had no survival instinct, no way to suffer death was available, and a lower hurdle to death, I guess more people would quit their lives.

This world is not easy for everyone to live in.

Why am I doing this when there's no motive left?

Maybe he's just alive.

Maybe it's because there's money, there's no reason to die, and there's nothing else to have fun with.

Maybe it's because I want to make my own daughter's life better.

If I work hard, my daughter, who hasn't even decided on a name yet, won't have to live a life that's at least like Simoney, about to be crushed by heavy duty.

I watched the dark burns of the witch's house.

The truth is, maybe he just wants to fill an empty hole in his chest.

After remembering what it felt like that day, I headed to the mansion in Marmaset.

The Great Witch's House all has a back entrance opposite the front entrance, which is connected directly to the Witch's Forest.

Entering the mansion in Marmaset directly from the back entrance, he headed to the sitting room, guided.

Enter the room.

That's the ground floor, but on the slab floor, I didn't put anything but a toilet and a bed.

There is only one window in the lower part of the knee.

The iron lattice had no lateral bars.

I thought that only the upper side of the door part had to pass through the lateral bars, and only the upper part from the door part was made of heavy sheet material.

In other words, there was not a single part of the house to hang the rope.

This would be intentional because I only use part of it as a board.

Even if I want to rip my clothes and other ropes, my neck won't come off without a place where I can keep my weight.

About the height above my knees, I was able to make sure that nowhere was there to hook the rope.

By contrast, this side of the iron lattice is equipped with a large fireplace, which could not have been in prison.

For ventilation, they also made large windows.

Ideas have been devised to avoid harm to health.

In actual use, they kept hostages abducted in commerce, or inside madness.

It would be a great way to keep crazy religious madness in.

"Hey."

I sat in a fancy chair in front of an iron lattice.

I told him the visit beforehand, so I guess I brought it from the other room and left it there.

"Didn't I hear that? A lowlife demon is speaking the sacred word."

Epitaph Palazzo had grown his mustache, but he still looked great.

I'm still wearing the dark purple military uniform I wore when I was taken prisoner.

It's dusty, it's left dirty with blood, but there seems to be something in custody.

Alfred and others are making them wash normally, and in some cases demand new underwear, etc.

"I'm Yuri Howe. Does that sound familiar?"

I introduced myself.

"... you? Evil righteousness. Just disappear quickly."

You thought you were here to win proudly, it was a very unwelcome appearance.

"I came to talk to you."

"I can't hear you."

Epitaph turned away, sitting back on the bed and keeping his back on the wall.

"You haven't read Yor's book? God is in conversation with the devil. Are you afraid that your little faith will be threatened?"

"What the..."

When I provoked, Epitaph got on easily.

"You seemed to be torturing us scattered in Vaticanus. For what reason did you do that?

"Huh, I was giving God's grace to the devil."

"Yeah, it's God's grace to be skinned alive and crushed from your feet. Well, I don't mind. If you remember that."

Human beings are animals that want to justify themselves.

I would say that if I could do what I used to do, then there would have been circumstances.

I won't tolerate that.

"You mean to do the same to me? Try it. Martyrdom is what I want."

"I won't do it. I'll give it back to you with satisfaction."

"So what are you doing here? I don't like listening to demons. Get lost quickly."

I'm trying to make it clear that you're a traitor.

When I said that, Epitaph skewed his face.

"Fear God, and shut your mouth. Demons. More so, they sent me the Great Master of the Knights of the Holy Knights of Casolica. I didn't know you would say such words."

"Arnola 23: 3.” The Lord said. When you kill a creature, at least kill it so it doesn't suffer. Because if you kill me in vain, that's all you'll get. ""

These are the words that Jesus said when he saw animals slaughtered in slaughterhouses.

"... the devil is not a creature. That's a misguided point."

"Corinth 6: 17." Do not touch that which is unclean. If you do not touch me, I will receive you. ""

"In jihad, killing demons is allowed. It's obvious."

That's the demonic proclamation of Pope Hannabal, who seems famous and not famous.

The words uttered by the Pope using something called inalienable rights are treated as unmistakable words of the same doubt as those mentioned by the Lord in the Scriptures.

The Biblical interpretation that the Shans were demons was proclaimed by Pope Hannabal as an improbable declaration that did not admit suspicion.

It was at the same time a declaration of the convocation of the First Crusade.

This led the Crusaders, who gained Chantinion, then the largest city in the world, to obtain tremendous amounts of money, and since then the legitimacy of the Devil's Declaration has ceased to be debated.

The Karugi faction and others who had already figured it out did not deal with it as ridiculous, but it has still not been withdrawn in the Casolica area.

I don't want you to touch much here as a papal territory because making the Shan a demon is a rather compelling biased interpretation of the level of interpreting birds as horses for Tot language researchers.

So even though it is an important proclamation in learning history, it is designed to distract the stream by placing a plate on the river so that it is untouched as much as possible.

"In your case, you prefer to kill even if it's not war. She likes to touch the dirt from herself. It may be a sacred line if you just kill the Shans and go around, but it's a fine evil act such as torturing them and enjoying the screams. I don't think you're up to the Lord's will."

"It's what the devil does according to his belief that he should die in pain"

Well said.

I know it's different.

I heard it from Dr. Etha, and from the great nobility of the papal realm who was in captivity.

"You're not, are you? A Shan woman named Mina betrayed you, didn't she?

"... Huh!

Epitaph's complexion changed.

"You went crazy when you saw Mina treating you like a sister with a dagger that rarely stabbed her own parents, didn't you?

"Stop!!!!

Epitaph exclaimed abruptly.

"Mina was offended every night by your father and even lent it to him. Your mother was chaste."

"Don't talk!

Epitaph rose out of bed like a beast and hit an iron lattice.

"Don't talk AAAAAAAH!!!!

He is intimidating the iron lattice by rocking it with gussies.

Well, I guess I'm a person in these high positions, so even if I ever got whispered as a pussy, I never got any direct pointers like this.

If it comes down to being clean, preferring miserable punishment, and papal cousins, no one wants to be the enemy.

"What? Don't you want to hear it? It would be my old story."

"Don't let the devil say that - ugh! My father was a clean man.

"Ha ha."

I laughed unexpectedly.

Is that what's happening, in this guy?

Is there a reason?

"So why did you buy Mina? That doesn't make any sense."

"Shut up. Yeah, yeah!!!!

That was a long, long scream to undo my voice.

But it won't last long.

I waited for the scream to break, and then I started talking.

"Between priests, a party where you can't tell people about Shan women... Ha, a clean white gathering where you can call people devils"

"Ha, ha, shut up, shut up!!!

"You like torture, don't you, Mother? A child named Mina will also be forced to attend a rave feast that will make her nauseous every night, and she will be tortured during the day, even one or two of her mind will go mad"

"Awwwwwwww!!!!

Don't you want to hear it?

I guess you don't mind blocking your ears either because you seem to have escaped.

Looking at it this way, it does seem to be off track.

"It's terrible that I killed even your sister."

When I said that, Epitaph stopped talking like a putz cut and knelt in front of an iron lattice.

"It's like an aside. Don't worry about it."

Yeah.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Epitaph got up again, grabbed the iron lattice and rocked it rattled.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! Kill!!! I'll kill you!!!!

I'm trying to get my hands on it from between the iron lattices.

There is no way it will arrive.

"Is it painful?

I didn't have any fun.

But I felt something would fill me up.

I felt a nostalgic sensation I once felt, throwing something into a hole that was empty in my chest.

Think of it, maybe this guy's paranoia about the Shans is something similar.

Unlike me who killed the witch, killed Carlia, and drank quite a bit lower, Mina gently stuck a dagger in her chest and killed herself.

I guess there was nothing to throw in and no vengeance.

Vengeance turned to the Shans themselves.

"You're killing Shan people instead of Mina, aren't you? That's a childish alternative. No matter how many you kill, it's not Mina."

"Ha, ha, shut up..."

"I'll give it to you, stick the sacrament to your self justification? I'm doing the right thing - it's in keeping with the Lord's will... listen to me."

"Stop... stop..."

I said stop.

When I got up from my chair, I stopped by the epitaph and looked down.

"What you've been doing is the same as a banquet of sluts that your father used to do to his mouth. That I was simply satisfying my greed. There is no sanctity or grace anywhere there. You are not the Son of the Lord. He's an obnoxious, defeated child."

………

I didn't reply to anything.

Will it come with this degree of mental assault?

Oh, my God.

"I have a grudge against you."

When I say that, Epitaph, after about ten seconds,

"resentment......"

and returned it.

Sounds familiar.

"I didn't get my daughter-in-law and my parents killed because of the conspiracy. No, it really came. All three of them really loved each other."

"A natural reward... for this demon."

This word demon probably means something different than it has ever meant.

"That's okay. I don't care what you say. But if you were killed by your parents and sister too, would you understand?

"What does the devil..."

"You'll understand, won't you?

Nature and a smile came to mind.

That was my first laugh of the day.

I stared into Epitaph's eyes.

"You're a mina to me. I'm sorry for the pain I caused you. I'll kill you till you die."

That's what I said, I got out of jail.

After that, I wrote one sentence in the mansion of Marmasset.

””

I was born of a Cardinal and born a child to a slut.

Take over my father's sexuality. Encourage him to do mundane deeds.

Take over my mother's sex, cut people apart, and sip blood.

It's all because we don't want to chase the shadow of a mina woman.

I am the Pope's cousin.

My sincere desire will be the mina of the day of kindness.

For he hath slaughtered a long-heared people, because he hath been mourned and hath no desire for Mina.

You cheat yourself for it, and you spit on God.

It is not God who is mad and wants to comfort his heart.

Because it is the voice of the torn, long-heared people.

””

"How about this?

I gave it to the man who was invited to the room.

"I wonder if this is possible."

The man answers immediately.

On hand, a table of terror letters made in hard copy printing and a printed Bible were opened.

The man is a craftsman who has a shop in Sibyak and cannot read Terrorist, so he is judging only by the size of the text.

"I won't make it too small. But can we?

I have trouble reading if I can't seem to.

"It doesn't feel like Shan, so what..."

That's right.

"If possible, I'd like it to be readable with a pause. If we were poking each other in the face like this, it would be big enough to normally read."

"I think I can do that. Experience suggests that you can afford as long a row as this"

"Right."

I hope so.

I was anxious because I had never seen a human with a sentence on his face.

"Then, by the end of the day, I will have a copy on paper about the size of a human forehead and both cheeks and delivered to the royal castle. Paste that paper on someone to make sure. If we get permission, we can move on."

"Oh, I like that. Let's do that."

Then there is no mistake.

"Bye."

The sculptor's man tried to fold his bag and go home.

"Excuse me, one more thing, okay?

"Yeah, what is it?

"How many days does tattooing take?"

I was oblivious to tattoos.

I've never been roughly tangled up in my life.

"When I put in the chest, I get about six hours a day, maybe three days."

You're fast.

Because it's just letters?