Death Games
The Blasphemy of the People of Empusa

Hadesias.

Somehow hearing that word made Thertera uncomfortable.

No matter what happens, the label will never go away. As one of the worst cold-training students ever.

In fact, the people who said that none of them knew how to live life in Hadesia. But one thing is for sure, if that shitty training were to be opened again, his figure would never let his son be sent there.

Rained out.

Fall wetting life on the mainland of the world Guide.

And Trempusa, her feet stepped towards the field that became the cemetery. So many graves there, especially now the people of his people are busy crying over dead figures in the attack of crazy cerberus.

He was alone, and glimpsed Kagura Masamune from a distance. His hands clenched tightly as he watched the miserable scene before his eyes. I don't know what made that woman so.

“If you are not late, then my son will definitely not die in that terrible animal attack!” shouted an old woman while throwing a flower basket at her King.

Trempusa. Be a spectacle of people around. Whispers and scourges reverberate from the mouths of those who are lost.

“The King base is useless! You should have realized that you're the protector of our nation!”

Again the meaning of his people humming into the ears.

“What are you doing?! You deliberately attacked for a long time so that many people died! Where's your brain Trempusa, where!” angry one of the family heads of the noble herd.

“How can a lowly person seem to be the King?! Mister Orthan should be our leader!” between one of the Elders. It seems he was a supporter of the King's former distant nephew.

And behind their blasphemy, Trempusa did not dispute it. His hand carrying a flower basket forget me not, chose to approach the tombs to present the inn.

As a sign that he will always remember the figures who have died in the dark incident.

While from a distance, three people watched the lost painting in silence. Until one of them finally spoke.

“You're not going there? Looks like the King of Empusa needs you,” the shabby-dressed gentleman.

But the figure that was spoken to, did not reply to anything. Besides the look his eyes focused on him who was blasphemed by his people.

“Thank you,” weaned someone suddenly. Trempusa looked up, when she found a small child thrusting a flower of lily at her. “Thank you for coming to help me. Because if I don't, it's certain that my dead father will be eaten by the monster. Once again thank you, Your Grace.”

Gasped.

The sensation of a chest crush was strongly. Slowly but surely, Trempusa bit her lower lip. He trembled, upon finding such a speech from the shabby black-clothed little boy in view.

His father is dead but his figure is grateful?

The king no longer knew what to say. In addition to his outstretched hand gently rubbed the head of the little boy in front of him.

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be sad, Your Majesty. People don't know how great you really are. You are a hero in empusa.”

Trempusa smiled at him as she took the flowers to her.

“Thank you. May the Gods bless you and your family,” softly with a very sincere expression.

However, the look on the young king's face changed instantly. When hearing painful sentences infiltrate the hearing.

“Basic jerk! How could the lowly people be buried here? This is clearly a special land of nobles! Really sucks!” 

Trempusa turned to the source of the voice, and her gaze was suddenly blocked by the appearance of the Royal Knight Commander.

“Yang Mulia. Soon there will be a meeting in the hall.”

Finished saying that, the man left there without listening to his lead's answer first.

It's really rude of his behavior.

It seems, the sudden meeting will be a sign of the power upheaval of Trempusa that is not so liked by the nation.

“Lho, you know, where are you going?” asked the man in shabby clothes to the figure he had been told to go to the funeral.

But, the young man ignored her and continued walking away. Inevitably the two remaining people naturally followed him.

Noisy in the hall.

The average audience there was wearing black. A sign of respect for those who have been buried.

The ceiling is decorated with giant chandeliers. The walls are full of carvings with extraordinary meanings, and paintings of the previous Kings are also plastered inside.

An elongated table made of sturdy and old trees adorned the center of the hall. As well as the number of seats around it as a sign that it can only be occupied by those in power.

But at the other end, only one seat was the highest.

And it belongs only to the Kings.

Only Trempusa could sit who was often blasphemed by his subordinates.

“Your Majesty King Trempusa enters the room!”

That was the cry of one of the door guards. And the figure that appeared from behind him stepped definitely towards his chair.

Surely accompanied by eye pressing from his men.

“Again. Don't you know we've been waiting?” pissed someone off at him.

In fact, the King has not sat in the chair but has been decorated with such sentences as their welcome.

And none of those standing there defended him.

Surely, the King of Hadesia's cold training did not respond to his sentence. According to his little heart it was better to be silent than to trigger unnecessary conflict between them.

“Good. No need to waste any more time, we want you to step down from the position of King.”

Jerking hearing. Without warning a sentence is rather heartless. Although the look of Trempusa's eyes looked calm, in fact, no one knew how her heart condition.

“As you know, the attack from Cerberus completely destroyed almost our entire nation. Even many Elders and nobles died because of it. If a King like you were to intervene quickly, this might not happen. You, you realize where your fault lies, don't you?” press one of the most respected Elders there.

However, in a moment of wry wrath to the heart of their King, the door of the hall opened again with the presence of an unexpected figure.

Ragraph.

The young man, with a makeup that was no longer shabby, appeared before his eyes. Without a doubt, his feet approached his brother. Standing on his left like a guard.

“Sorry I'm late.”

Trempusa stared in disbelief at the presence of her younger sibling.

“Ragraph? What are you doing here? It's an important meeting!”

“I think I'm entitled to be here considering myself a candidate for higher-ups.”

People are silent too. But, the figure who had interjected seemed to dislike hearing his words.

“Only prospective higher-ups. Anyway seeing you back like this, does that mean your exam is done?”

“That's.”

Some listeners, clenching tightly his hands heard it all. Somehow their eyes looked unfriendly as they looked at him.