A Man's Decree の小説・ストーリー

Kael bowed stiffly and sat, though the tension in his shoulders didn’t fade. Magnus turned toward the guards. “Seal the decree. Notify the Hunters. By nightfall, the forest will burn.” The Council’s chant began — low, rhythmic, ancient. Twelve voices blending into one, the sound like iron grinding against stone. By blood, by law, by shadow and flame. The decree was done. Later, when the hall emptied, Seraphine lingered in the quiet. The torches had dimmed to embers, and the air smelled of smoke and regret.

“I’m your enemy because I didn’t stay useful.” His hands trembled. “Stand down,” he snapped at his men, voice cracking. I smiled wider. Too wide. “See,” I said, “that’s the thing about decrees. They work great on paper.” I lifted my hand. The forest answered. Roots surged. Shadows moved. The night leaned forward like it had been waiting for permission. “But out here?” I finished softly. “You’re just men. And I am having a very bad week.” The first hunter lunged.

“I come bearing a decree from Alpha Kade Thornveil, witnessed by the Council of Elders.” “Proceed.”