Hakai no Miko

"... soma... soma..."

Who's calling me?

"... soma... come... summon... soma..."

Who? Who is it?

I felt someone call my name, and Aoima Kizaki woke up.

That is my room.

Because high school was closed today, I read the weekly magazine I had bought at the convenience store after noon while I slept in bed, and they would have fallen asleep. The room, scattered with stripped and scattered clothes and comics, was sometime illuminated by a sunset leaning into the western sky and stained with a sizzling color.

When I look up, the pages of the weekly magazine that were stuck on my cheeks peel off with a peppery sound.

"Wow..."

The Ethereal Horse took a peek at the tabletop mirror that was on his pillow and there was a face of the sleeping eye boy.

Shorter, mowed dark hair with dark eyes that soak up the weakness of your mind. The face, which makes me feel slightly younger, has received a review from an older woman that says she is cute, but the person was about to be ashamed of it.

But now, on its cheeks, the pages of the weekly magazine that I was pressing on while I was asleep are all photographed, and all I can see is the missing face between the cute ones.

The pale horse, with a big yawn, left the room and went down the stairs, rubbing the ink pictured on his cheek with the back of his hand.

"Mother! Called?!"

"Wake up, Ethereal Horse? Mom didn't call you."

From the kitchen, I heard the mother's voice along with the sound of the oil starting to give her fried food.

I thought the Ethereal Horse was empty ears after all.

"Just fine, Ethereal Horse. I ran out of tofu and fried oil. Mom, I'm frying tempura and I can't get my hands off it, so I'm sorry, can you go shopping?

"Yeah. Fine."

When Ethereal Horse put on his shoes at the front door, he took the keys to the family shared bike that was strapped to a key hook next to the dumpster.

And it is when I reach out to open the door.

All of a sudden, my vision leaned about.

He was a pale horse who woke up and wondered if his head was still bogged down, but his dizziness (dizziness) got worse and worse. Finally, I can't stand and sit on the spot, but still the dizziness doesn't subside.

The floating sensation of the body floating alternately with the pressure of being pressed, entertaining the Ethereal Horse.

"Aoima, I forgot my wallet."

I tried to respond to my mother's voice, but stuffing my voice with nausea like poking it out of my stomach. I reached up to the door knob to grab hold of it and stand up, trying to get to my mother and ask for help.

'... soma... there you are, soma...'

Listening to the visions he had visited again, the pale horse's hand cut off the universe without grabbing the door knob.

"Ethereal horse, forget your wallet...... Ethereal horse?

When the mother came with her purse, only the door was left unlocked and the key of the bicycle falling in front of it, and the figure of the Ethereal Horse was nowhere to be found.

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Along with the sound of Don, a strong impact ran on his back.

"Ahhh... ahhh"

A voice leaked from the mouth of the Ethereal Horse that could neither scream nor whimper.

He hit his back hard on something, and he spreads a jiggly pain all over his back. But more than such pain, Ethereal Horse suffered from the intoxication (dizziness) and fatigue (pain) that spread throughout his body, and from nausea.

At that time, all of a sudden, I heard people blurring from around me.

When I diluted my eyes, which were tightly closed to bitterness, the area was dimmed as to when the sun was falling.

I thought I was unconscious before I realized it, but soon I realize it wasn't.

The dim ceiling, looking up on his back, had turned into a rock with countless stalactites hanging, as if stretching the sword mountain upside down.

Besides, the anomaly goes beyond that.

Desperately looking around in agony, I was supposed to be on the front porch of the house until earlier, but it had turned into a lung cave I had never seen.

Inside that breast cave, which was wide enough for the house to subside in its entirety, he was creating a fantastic sight with the stomping stones of thick columns and the candle lights placed there.

And in it, dozens of men and women, wearing black robes from their heads, stared at the pale horse with a blind face with both knees on the ground.

"... this is... where?

The old man, who was in the front row of the group, opened his mouth, prompted by the weak voice of the Ethereal Horse.

"Owa! Owa!

What popped out of the old man's mouth was an intonation word that the Ethereal Horse had never even heard of.

"Dihanoiha? Ferrolan Dillarn Neuja!?"

What is this guy talking about?

Where the hell am I?

Where the hell are we?

Such questions run around the back of the Ethereal Horse's brain, but his body is crushed by the malaise he desperately complains about, and he can't even think properly.

The drunkenness and tiredness get worse every time I follow time, my whole body is as hot as it was when I gabbed the whiskey recommended in the funny half by my relatives on New Year's Eve, and my head is beating as hard as my heart moved into my skull with a bumpy headache.

In nausea, the Ethereal Horse, rolling back on the spot, noticed the woman looking down at herself and screamed small.

No, that's not a living woman.

It was a stone statue, sharpened from the stalactites.

The fingers of both hands, stretched out as if trying to peek a sharp fang from his lips and hug a pale horse, have sharp crooked hook claws. It also looked more like a statue of a demon who faked her appearance to a woman than a woman.

Unexpectedly, someone touched the pale horse's forehead.

Soon, an old man was kneeling beside him and staring down at the pale horse. The old man, when he paid his forehead on the forehead of the Ethereal Horse with his trembling hand, opened his eyes so glittered and radiant in his face carved with deep wrinkles to the limit.

"Uzyakuhakiha! Uzmigooseiha!

The old man screamed as he spurned from his mouth in excitement.

"Uzmigoo! Uzmigouauranos!

Looking back to the group, the old man spread his hands high and raised a voice of joy. Plus, there's a joyous voice from the group.

"" Magurna-Aura! Magurna-Aura! Magruna-migoo!

The consciousness of the Ethereal Horse plunged into darkness, listening all over his body to the voice of joy that was so loud that he could deafen (braze) his ears in the narrow lung cave.

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The old man was a loser.

Once the old man held mighty power in the noblest and most beautiful place on this earth. But he fell into the trap of the despicable, and lost all the honor and riches in his hands.

And as soon as it was done, he returned not only to those who were hostile, but also to those who had been frightened until then, and drove the old man out of the city with stones. Even the old men were wickedly scolded by the lower ones, who looked down like garbage worms, and they had to go down to such a border, led by a few clans.

The escape was painful and harsh for the body of the old man, who had lived in many ways. Still, it was only with the hatred and anger that burned in the back of my chest that I was able to get here.

This anger! Hate! Humiliate! How can I clear it up!

Only such a vengeance supported the old man's strength and body.

An old man possessed of vengeance was once found in the great library of the capital, a description of a certain literature.

It was written there, the most powerful and great being in the world.

The old man and his clan cling to their presence in order to kick down those who had driven themselves away and restore the glory of the clan again.

Find the daughter of a lowly peasant, offer her heart full of its warm blood tide, and even pray.

At last there came a change at the end of prayer and resentment as if it would last forever.

In the temple, where there should be no one but the clan, suddenly a boy who had never seen him descended and sprang up.

"Ooh! Ooh!"

To his surprise, the old man only raised an unspoken voice.

There is a lookout at the entrance to the bell cave that serves as this temple, close to impossible to break in without them finding it. Besides, there's no such thing as a hidden passage here either. Yet, in the deepest temple of this cave, this boy appeared exactly as he had descended and sprung.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?

That's what the old man asks, but the boy has no sign of answering just suffering anymore.

Rumor has it, on the brunette like a barbarian living in a distant peripheral island country, strange clothes I've never seen. Even with the knowledge of an old man proud of his knowledge, he didn't know who this boy was.

What was in the old man's eyes jumped in as the boy who was suffering rolled on his back.

Reach out in horror, pay for the groaning boy's forehead and expose his forehead.

On that forehead, not the old man's mistakes, etc., as expected. No, what I was expecting, it was there.

"This is an engraving! This is your son!

On the boy's forehead, shapes like 8 and ∞ of the numbers combined were pale and shiny. It was a creepy engraving that received a candle swinging light, as if two snakes tangled their bodies, devoured each other's tails, and also seemed to wander.

"It's your boy! He's Aura's son!!"

The old man, trembling with joy and excitement, looked back at the clan and shouted out loud.

Until then, those of the clan who had killed their breath and watched them become, immediately cheer upon the words of the old man.

"" Great Aura! Great Aura! Great Son!

Everyone weeps in joy, throats down and cheers.

At last, Aura listened to the wishes of the clan. The time has finally come for the clan's hopes to come true!

Everyone was boiling back to that joy.

The greater the ordeal so far, the greater the joy is also enhanced by its recoil.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!!"

And more than anyone else, the old man was ecstatically ugly in the face, releasing a laugh.

"Doom! Those who fell on me, despised me, drove me away! All of you will perish! Hahahahahaha!!"

As a result, I never noticed the intense noise echoing from the entrance to the cave.

"Shoot me!

Along with that decree, countless arrows were unleashed simultaneously in a narrow cave. The old man, who received one of them on his chest, returned to me in burning pain.

"!? What!?"

The cave had become a whirlpool of sniffles.

Fully armed soldiers slip in through the entrance, killing one old man's clan after another with swords and spears in their hands. The people of the clan, who originally had no power to fight with weapons, had no choice but to rise to Aura, are defeated without the skill of being soldiers.

"Destroy the wicked! Don't let him get away as one!

"You evil people!

"Kill him! Let him go!"

In the wake of the candle swinging lights, countless figures sway like dancing on the cave walls. The old man could only vaguely see his clan of old men murdered one after the other in it.

The old man was preceded by a captain with a brown chamber on one of the soldiers' conspicuous helmets. On its right hand is held a sword stained bright red with the blood of the clan.

"You're the leader here! That neck, I got it!

By the sword waved with its voice, the old man's neck dancing universally high with his eyes open in amazement. The captain lifted the neck of the old man rolling at his feet high with his grey hair as an eagle.

"We've taken over the leader!

In the cave, the cheers of the soldiers boil.

Soldiers still find those who are faintly breathless and stab them in the stomach. The low groans of the stung and the damp noise of the spear roaring the flesh echo through the cave.

Behind the captain watching the work, I heard a small groan.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

I wonder if there was still a demon survivor, and when I pay the sheath of my sword, I look around carefully.

Then, at the foot of the statue of the devil, he found one boy lying on his back, groaning in agony.

He was still the captain who shook up his sword to see if he had survived, but stopped that hand.

The boy had dark hair and strange outfits he had never seen around here. I don't think I'm a fellow demon, but I don't even look like a child who was taken from a nearby village.

The captain's eyes, lost in judgment as to what was wrong, caught something slightly glistening across the forehead on the boy's forehead. Without alarm, the captain pays for the boy's forehead at the end of the sword. And I was out of line.

……?!

No matter how many times you blink, what's on the boy's forehead doesn't disappear.

"Is this... engraved?! Is this your son?!"

The captain opened his eyes every day, unwittingly lagging behind.

This is what it says at this time in the report submitted by this captain.

"On this day, we will finally discover the root castle of the evildoers who have taken and murdered young daughters and children from the more surrounding villages.

Together with the twenty-four soldiers whom I would like to lead, I will first shoot two watchmen standing at the entrance to the cave and enter the cave.

Inside the cave there was a suspicious incense and a large number of cults were performing strange rituals.

Slash on the spot with the soldiers and sweep forty-two demons, including an old man who seems to be the leader of the demons.

In doing so, he finds the figure of one boy at the foot of an evil statue that seems to be the object of their faith.

On the forehead of a boy in an exotic costume with dark hair, there is an engraving that I have never even seen. It may be any son, and he shall stand in the fort to seek judgment.

What a short statement, given what he could have done afterwards, but this is the first official document written about Soma Xaki.

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In the long history of the Continent of Cerdeas, yet another hero or wise man has engraved its name.

Many of those who make a name for themselves in such history include those who should also be called evil heroes, such as tyrants and massacres.

Kashnal, the "foolish emperor" who drove tens of thousands of his own people to starvation to death in a quote that pushed for too reckless a reform.

For his own luxurious life, Marie Serenaar poisoned dozens of others, including husbands, mistresses and relatives.

Bagayan, the Lord of Decapitation, beheaded all the captives of an enemy country, erected a fence with his neck and broke the enemy army with terror.

Besides them, the names of many evil heroes are known.

But even among these wicked heroes, all of whom bear names, is the name of a man deeply engraved in the history of this world.

It is still praised with anger and abomination, and if you speak its name, you let your lips grow as if everyone had spoken poison, and if you hear its name, you let everyone draw their cheeks to fear and aversion.

Those who have died as a result of the confusion caused by him have risen to millions, and there are still so many human beings who cannot be counted by his influence even after his death.

The "tyrannical emperor" Goulah Gumesis, who destroyed all his rebellious subjects, citizens, and hostile nations and did all he could for the sake of genocide, is also known for his insolent words and deeds, but even that man made him say, "How much could it be compared to the number of people that the man killed, such as the massacre without me?"

Army officer with a new bomb he developed that wiped out numerous cities from the ground and also made him Secretary of the Imperial Ministry of Science with repeated human experiments of nightmares against prisoners. The man who made Otto Zydenbecher, the mad genius scientist (Reaper) of his (or), praise "I destroyed people and cities, but he destroyed the world".

He, one day, suddenly appeared on this continent of Cerdeas.

And when its influence was extended throughout the continent in the blink of an eye (again), it rebelled against the empire that ruled the continent at the time, finally breaking the foundations and causing a turmoil that would follow and continue for hundreds of years.

People call him this with hatred, disgust, fear, and awe.

"Soma Xaki, Son of Destruction" and -.