Hakai no Miko

The Ethereal Horse awoke to the vibrations transmitted with rattles and noises.

I still feel tired and intoxicated in my body, and my consciousness becomes blurred. Still, I manage to open my eyes naggingly.

First, it was dirty boards with dirt that jumped into my eyes. Apparently, I'm being put to sleep somewhere like some kind of carrier. With a few eyes up, it was a meadow stained with loess grass with cold breezes.

"Le-Bana! Le = bana! Poms Ishetalu Kim Iha!

Somewhere, I can hear a foreign language scream I've never even heard of.

"Ah... oh... ugh"

I managed to speak up, but from my throat, which was dry enough to burn, I only groaned slightly. The nausea creaked up, but there was nothing in the empty stomach that could throw up, just a scratch.

"Sugabra muh! Sugabra muh!

I heard a man screaming nearby.

"Somalua okhu noiha!

I don't know what you're talking about. At least it doesn't seem Japanese or English.

After a while, I heard a sound like a horseshoe I'd heard in the movie.

"Ou. Di-Okhoonoiha?

With that voice, there was a shadow on the face of the Ethereal Horse. Ethereal horses who can't even move their necks to tiredness that leaves them lumped in the body, still move only their eyes and see what blocked the yang.

(... what, this is a dream)

It is the lizard-like face that jumped into my slightly open sight. However, its size was as large as the horse's head, and it was covered in brown hair that was not normally found on lizards. The lizard was moving his tongue in two with a broken tip, looking down at the pale horse.

There's no way such a creature is real.

The Ethereal Horse thought so.

"Dihanoiha? Dizmigunoiha?

A voice comes down from above, but it was still a word that the Ethereal Horse could not understand.

"... here... where...?

I squeezed out my voice desperately, but that only turned out to be a small voice disputed by exhalation. And that alone exhausted the consciousness of the Ethereal Horse, which was drunk again by the darkness.

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A cold north wind blew through the dead meadows, announcing the arrival of General Winter.

Until just a little while ago, the season was a burning summer (tsao). However, a short autumn (Nagout) has passed instantly, and it is now winter (Nero) season.

Cetius, the platoon leader, glanced at him in the cold wind that cut him into pieces.

The recent cult crusade that was making noise in the neighborhood was less than clean up against expectations. A cleric who came all the way from the King's Capital said, "This is the will of God," and said he had instructed the wicked to crusade, so he was asking how horrible they were.

But when I opened the lid, all the wicked people were amateur gatherings, and no monstrous magic or horrible monsters emerged like the stories the bards told.

Now it was so much harder to march from the fort than to crusade.

"Hurry! Hurry! The sun will set in the west!

I heard one of the squad leaders scolding his men.

I want to get to the big rock up ahead by dusk somehow. If you go wild on such a blowing plain, you'll be plagued by the northerly wind all night, and you won't rest all day.

"Platoon leader! Platoon Leader!"

That was the voice of the Squad Leader who was as much among the troops marching.

"Looks like the kid woke up!

Currently, if you say "kid" in this unit, that's about the boy you think is "your son" found in the nest of the wicked.

Setius pulled the reins and returned the dragon rider's neck.

The dragon rider that Setius rides is a kind of lizard that can't be called a dragon, even if it's named a dragon. Kicking the earth is a thick, rough pair of back legs, with thin, short forelegs on the contrary. When laying low on the ground, it is to the extent that it is used to hold up prey when standing up or eating up under arm's length procedures. The whole body of the cavalry dragon is covered in blue and black scales and brown hair that grows from its gaps, and if you have a blade about a bad knife, you can't stand your teeth. It has the disadvantage of being slightly vulnerable to the cold, but it is a creature that warriors prefer to ride because it takes less care of and is not cowardly than a horse that is in the grasslands of the far south.

"Hey! Did the boy wake up?

In response to Setius' inquiry, the squad leader nodded, pointing over the carriage of a carriage loaded with soldiers and weapons beside it.

There, in the slightest gap made between the luggage and the luggage, a boy found in that evil man's nest was put to sleep with a blanket like a borough cloth messed up.

Setius pulled the dragon riding over by the carriage, and as he adjusted the speed at which he ran, he peered into the boy's face.

Is the boy also suffering from a disease, pale in complexion, and brings groans to bitterness?

If it's like a plague, I thought it would be a pain in the ass, but I can't throw it out. As far as possible, we will only be able to deal with this boy to such an extent as to limit the human contact.

Observing the boy, his eyes are faintly open, but the focus doesn't seem to fit.

I can't expect a decent response from this, but I still asked for it at first.

"Who are you? Are you" your son "?

But I still haven't heard back.

A boy's voice faintly arrived in Setius's ear at that time, wondering if it had been in vain.

"... ko... kokoha, doko...?

That was a sounding word that Setius had never even heard.

It's not like Deas, the official language around here, or the sacred language used by the priests. It also seems to be different from the words of subhumans such as elves and dwarves.

From his identity, the boy seems to be a far away exotic man, but no one in the platoon, including him, knew where it was. Have you ever heard of a brunette living on a mysterious island far east in a story funny and strange to traveling merchants and bards in a liquor store, but did this boy come from there?

"Where are you from? Who the hell are you?

But I couldn't hear back from the unconscious boy again.

When Setius sighed like he was in trouble, the squad leader, who was watching over its accomplishments, called out in horror.

"Platoon leader, what shall we do with this kid?

"You can't throw it out. Take care of him so he doesn't die."

Besides, the Squad Leader simply pulled his cheeks and laughed lovingly, without immediately raising his voice of understanding.

"What's up, Squad Leader? Are you even dissatisfied?

I questioned the Squad Leader, who showed an attitude that could also be taken to dissatisfaction with his orders, with the meaning of reprimand.

When the squad leader shrugged his neck, he said to his superiority.

"Platoon leader. This is, uh," your son, "isn't it?

Besides, Setius was convinced.

In the fort where Setius and the others serve, because of the incident that happened a while ago, 'your son' is exactly contraindicated.

"Wouldn't you like to be cursed to death? And it looks like he's sick."

It's not like I don't even know how this squad leader feels. As long as Setius doesn't even have his responsibilities as platoon leader, a boy like this wants to throw himself off the plain.

Soon Setius touches the boy's body as he reaches out to get himself out of the cavalry.

"Look. To the extent I've touched it, there's nothing like being cursed. More or less, that case was with the Fortress, but, uh, what? Because of my troubled sexuality, I'm not usually cursed because I'm your son."

With that said, in Setius' heart, he was frightened that he would be cursed to death as soon as he touched him. But I can't show that attitude, I tell the squad leader in a vanity.

"If you're afraid of the curse of 'your son', you'd rather leave him in the plains like this or starve him to death, he'll be more resentful and cursed"

That's what they said. When the squad leader trembles one big body,

"I get it, Captain! Instead, when you get back to the fort, give me one of your drinks."

When he tells the squad leader, "Okay," Setius gives the dragon rider a whip to run forward of the platoon.

At that time, a strong northerly wind blows through. Looking up at the sky, the black clouds that were still going to snow covered the heavens.

"Damn... that sounds kind of ominous"

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A strip called the Sorbiant Plains was once the force zone of Zoan, one of the subhumans.

However, it was about thirty years ago that the Holmeer country, which was bordering on it, began to extend its forces to the plains in search of an expansion of the barn zone.

Of course, Zoan and his predecessors resisted it and repeatedly clashed with blood and blades on the plains several times.

As individuals, they were the Zoans who were physically worse than humans, but before a commanding human army, the individual's martial arts made no sense and forced him to flee from the land he was accustomed to living in, at many sacrifices.

Now the Zoans were driven to the hills from the Donnas Mountains north of the plain, where they lived to hide.

However, one fortress had been built in front of the hills to protect pioneering peasants from them, as they came down to the plains from time to time in an attempt to reclaim their land even now.

The platoon led by Setius reached that fort three days after the cult crusade.

Setius, who was knocking through the gates of the fort, exasperating and relaxing his men, and directing them to clean up and report after his return, salutes the assistant Squadron Commander Marcronis when he realizes he has arrived, making a noise and meeting his heels.

"Setius Platoon, we are just returning!

"Thank you, Setius"

Marcronis is a man who has already entered the presbyterian domain. Several sword wounds were engraved on his face to tell the story of that war.

"All the evildoers who were taking young daughters from the pioneering villages crusaded. None of the damage to our team!

Marcronis grinned with satisfaction that there was no more damage to the platoon than crusading the wicked, but even though he heard noisy voices from behind it, he makes a tannic surface.

"You dumb fucking worm! Don't walk fast! Come on, come on!

That's what he was screaming about was a fat man with plenty of weight. He is wearing cleric clothing dyed in two colors, white and blue, but he does not look like a priest at all. It seems more fitting to be talking about food or money making than talking about God's love.

The cleric is riding a horseback whip in his hand as the two half-naked men take charge and raise their voices high.

"This is, this is, the Temple of Mirdas. What did you do to deserve to be here on purpose?

Marcronis, who concealed the tannic surface, greeted the cleric with a great deal of talk.

From soldiers throughout the fort, he is a Mirdas cleric known as a "pig" or "ibogoel," but he is still an official service cleric. In a continent where ecclesiastical power is strong, it is an opponent who can hardly do so, even if he is an assistant squadron general.

"No, no, Lord Marcronis. It's a crusade of cults who are obsessed with the sacraments. For Mirdas, my servant of this devout God, it is important. I can't stay or not, and it depends on how far I go."

That said, Mirdas shook his throat dripping with fat and laughed and showed it.

"So, how are the abominable wicked?

When Setius commanded his men, he made them bring one pot and a small sack of hemp enough to hold it by his side.

First, Setius unties the rope that was tying the bag, opens his mouth and shows the contents.

There were tons of cut out human ears packed in there.

"I only took my right ear as a testament to my crusade against the wicked"

It's a hassle to bring all the necks of the wicked, so instead I've only shredded my right ear.

The next time Setius takes the lid of the pot he places on the ground, he removes the salted neck from inside.

"And the chiefs of the wicked, as you commanded, thus salted"

Cleric Mirdas slaps the man in the back with a whip in his hand.

"Quick, put it down. You fucking cunt!

The man kneels down and lowers his temper as he brings a grunting bitterness. Mirdas stepped on the man's head and jumped out of it, snatching his head from Setius's hand and staring at it seriously.

Setius is set on his head and drops his pitiful gaze on the man who fell from his face to the ground. The body of a man wearing torn and worn clothes to an apology degree is engraved with countless wounds inflicted with whips, from some of which red blood drips off.

No matter how many slaves I thought it was to be treated badly, but if you look closely, the men were not human. The back length is as good as a human child, but a dark beard covering his face in disappointing flesh. They were a form of subhumanity called Dwarves.

That would also convince the clergy of the way they were treated.

For a sacrament that speaks of the supremacy of man, subhumanity is a mortal failure and a dirty inferior species to be eliminated.

Mirdas was raising his joyful voice in front of his neck.

"Whoa! This is, without a doubt, the head of the wicked! You did it! You did it!

When I put my raw neck back in the kettle as it seemed important, I held it beside him and gave him a tight grin.

"Ko, I'm responsible for this neck and I'm taking it to the Holy Capital! No, that's Lord Marcronis! You got it, you got it!

To Mirdas's attitude, he realized that that didn't seem like it was just the neck of a cult leader, but he didn't even let that happen every time, and Marcronis kept his head down gently.

I'm in a good mood, so I don't need to snake out of the box for bad things. It was genuine that you were in a good mood at best and wanted to get out of the fort as soon as possible.

And as Marcronis speculated, the old man, who was called the leader of this cult, was not just an old man. Until a few years ago, this old man was one of the three great priests who bound the Holy Church in the Holy City and prided himself on power as the head of a powerful clan.

But he was defeated by a coup d 'état within the Episcopal Church, deprived of all his status and rights, and fled the Holy Capital dressed with the stigma of the wicked with his clan.

Knowing where it had flown, that Mirdas had recently fled around here, he had come up with the idea of using the armies of the fort to kill the old man, all this time with the mercy of God.

Though deprived of all power, he is an old man who was once closest to the culmination of the ecclesiastical religion. For the great priests who bind the Episcopal Church today, it must be a tattoo above their eyes. If you go up to the Sacred Capital with its neck, the memory of the great priests is also congratulated, and it is not a dream to be entrusted to one of the parishes or, if successful, to serve in the Sacred Capital.

Setius spoke to Mirdas, who portrayed the prosperity to be gained and spilled a niña and a grin.

"Mirdas, may I ask you one thing?

Mirdas, disturbed by his dream because of it, replied in a grumpy manner.

"Oh, I know you do. I will keep you well informed of your activities. Rest assured."

"No, not like that..." Setius lowered his voice and said, "Actually, we found a suspicious boy in a nest of evil people"

"With a suspicious boy? What nonsense. If he was in the nest of the wicked, he would be one of the wicked. All you have to do is snap your neck."

Setius lowered his voice even more to Mirdas, who shouts his nose and says it like he made a fool of himself.

"That's what the boy looks like."

To that word, not only Mirdas, but Marcronis, who had listened silently next door, would have a slight look.

"What the hell was that, your son?

"That's what I'm ashamed of, I don't know what the hell 'son' is, and it's up to me to take you for a decision"

Mirdas mocked, "Such an idiot". Whoever is chosen as "Son" will have an inscription inscribed somewhere in his body. If you look at the engraving, you can see at a glance the existence that chose the Son. The fact that we don't know that is simply a lack of knowledge.

Mirdas, who thought it wasn't a bad idea to show off his excellent knowledge to some unschooled guy who was soldiering around here, let him guide him to the boy, not wandering around.

"This is the boy."

What Setius showed was a brunette boy sleeping on the carrier.

Mirdas frowns. He, too, has never seen a man with such dark hair. Besides, what is this weird outfit?

"And this is the 'engraving'"

That's what Setius paid for the forehead on the boy's forehead.

On the forehead of the revealed boy, the shapes were pale and glowing like 8 and ∞ combined.

"Ko... what's this?

Mirdas is in trouble. I said something great, but the engraving of the boy's forehead was different from any engraving he knew. No way, I couldn't say I didn't know, I was about to get away with it, but when I reviewed the engraving again, there was something caught in the corner of my memory somewhere.

Ha? Like I saw this engraving somewhere...?

…… Oh, oh!! "

Suddenly, to Mirdas, who shouted out, Setius and Marcronis looked to surprise.

Mirdas jumped on a noisy footstep.

"Ma, Lord Marcronis! You can't let that boy get away with this! Ku, for more information, see you later!

To put it that way, he whipped the slave dwarf and left in a great panic.

What happened to Setius and Marcronis left behind, he looked at each other.

It wasn't until a little later that I realized that at their feet like that, a pot containing the neck of the evil leader had been left behind.

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When Mirdas returned to the room revered to him, he began to flip the books arranged on the bookshelf.

"Not this one either! Not even this book! Where, where?!"

It was thrown off the bookshelf and spread all over the room with glossy and entertaining books that didn't seem very ecclesiastical.

"Yep! Where have you been? - Oh, yeah! It's still in the trunk!

Now when I opened the lid of the crate that was dusty in one corner of the room, I began to flip what was inside. There was the book I was looking for in the brand new like-minded Bible that had barely been opened, under the statue of the Holy Statue, etc., whose wrists had been broken because they had been cluttered into the cargo box.

The title is, 'Augusto's Memorandum of Understanding'.

In the sacrament, Innocent the Savior, who is the founder of the sacrament and glorifies the Son of God. It is a book by Augusto, one of its disciples, describing his dialogue with Innocent.

However, because it describes the life and words and actions of Innocent so naked, it is not convenient for the ecclesiastical denomination of Innocent with the Son of God or the Savior, a book designated as an exterior.

"Ya, sure, somewhere in here..."

Roll up the page with a thick finger like a potato bug.

…… There it is! "

That is the part where, after two months of suffering, the Savior Innocent finally appeared in front of him the God of man, and then wrote about his dialogue with God for three days.

It was during the course of three days of dialogue, when, for whatever reason, the human God left the spot. From somewhere, one girl said she showed up before Innocent.

In the orthodox and elsewhere, both the angel who came to defend Innocent during the absence of the human God and the devil who came to interfere with dialogue with God, "Augusto's Memorandum of Understanding" states that "it was the girl who emerged from the mornings and mornings that shined an incredible engraving on her forehead," the Master said.

This girl throws some questions at Innocent, but in all of them Innocent answered with the splendour of human God and human excellence, as well as the ugliness of subhumanity, in the memorandum.

To that Innocent answer, the girl only said, 'What an interesting person,' and said that she disappeared into the mornings just as she appeared.

When the human God returned after a while, was someone on the spot? and asked Innocent. He said that God was greatly surprised when he honestly said he had met the girl, wondering that the great human God could not have not have noticed the girl earlier.

Mirdas read aloud as he glimpsed the letters with his trembling fingers.

"The master asked God, who is this girl?

Then the great human God said:

"It will be Aura, my sister and mother goddess. Do not glorify Aura. Do not disparage Aura. Do not speak of Aura. Do not touch Aura. Do not know Aura '"

Turning the page, there was an illustration of a girl there that Augusto drew while listening to Innocent. The engraving written on the forehead of the girl painted in that illustration is exactly what was shining on the forehead of the earlier boy and the melon.

It also seems to combine 8 and ∞, creepy engravings that make fun of each other as the two snakes devour each other's tails.

"'Cause Aura, my sister and mother, is the goddess who directs death and destruction'!

From the hands of the Mirdas priest, the book spills out with a sound of rust. He leaked a voice squeezing out of his dry throat as he opened his eyes to the limit to his surprise.

"That boy is Aura's 'son', goddess of death and destruction!