Hakai no Miko

Little do we know about Aura, goddess of death and destruction.

The only book written about the goddess is the Augusto Memorandum. In addition, some ancient and sub-human traditions that preach mythology through oral traditions are scattered around what appears to be the goddess, but details are not known.

The only thing we have in common is the designation "Sister and Mother Goddess" in any race.

As the Episcopal Church preaches throughout the continent, there is also intense controversy over how the goddess Aura should be treated in doctrine in the Episcopal Conference, which until then was open to unification of doctrines with various interpretations by the provinces.

Jupidex, the sage who was then the supreme intellect of the Episcopal Church and would later obtain the title of Great Theologian, advocates a bold hypothesis in the Second Congregation.

It is that this goddess Aura is involved in the death of the Creating God, which was considered the greatest question in the myth of Genesis.

To the Creator God, who should be the Almighty Being, there was not even a concept of death, but of eternal immortality, and because it was so again, the Creator God was being consecrated to infinite solitude.

So how could the Creating God have died?

The answer is that Aura the Goddess exists.

The goddess Aura was a goddess who brought death and destruction, created by the god of creation. By giving birth to the goddess, the first god of creation could die.

He was born more than the Creator God, just like the Seven-Pillar God, and by giving death to the Creator God, he gave birth to the other Seven-Pillar God. Therefore, they are called "Sisters and Mothers" by the Seven Pillars God.

Yes, Jupidex explains.

However, we had come to the conclusion from official documents that the hypothesis of Jupidex could also be a material to deny it, and that the presence of Aura should also be kept secret, in the ecclesiastical doctrine that removes the impure of the other six-pillar God from the Creator God and that it is the human God who finally emerged that is the successor to the orthodox Creator God.

"Not good! Not good, not good"

Cleric Mirdas was restless, like a beast trapped in a cage, wandering around the room.

Those who have been chosen by God and given His grace are called 'Sons'.

One son says he swims underwater like a fish with the grace of being able to breathe underwater. He also said that one of his sons gets the grace of foreseeing the dark night like a beast and can act like midday even on a night without a star.

To be chosen and graced by God in this way is not what it is, but it is not just what is in legends and myths.

One of the three Grand Dukes, Grand Duke Bagldakka, who makes it a heavy town of the Empire and governs the Duchy of Kashruka. One of the three current ecclesiastical priests, the Archpriest of Austrabis. St. Maiden Parfena of the Kingdom of Shpamul in the West. All are sons graced by the God of man, men who live now.

Also, there was already one son in the fort where Mirdas is now.

But when this becomes the son of Aura, the goddess, the story is completely different.

"Damn, I've never heard of Aura's son or anything like that! What the hell am I supposed to do? What do I do?!"

Aura's son has never appeared before. The presence of that boy is only the first in the history of this continent, or is more than a witness to the existence of Aura, the goddess whose existence was even questioned until then.

It is visible that if the presence of that boy becomes public, the Holy Capital will be a noise like throwing an oil pot into a fire place.

If that's all, even though the Episcopal Church does not officially acknowledge the existence of Aura, if we take his son, both of his sons may be secretly disposed of again. To leave it alone, the presence of Aura's son is too dangerous.

"When that happens, while I'm still unaware of Aura's son other than me..."

Mirdas swallowed the sauce.

Because of this, the neck of the old man, we have gained the foothold of birth. You can decide that you might ruin that, you didn't see Aura's son or anything, you didn't know.

"But when it does, how do we end it..."

It is a question of what grace that boy is bestowing. If it's a common grace, like getting stronger, throwing stones is always a hit. Some things have a grace that curses others.

In fact, the grace of another son in this fort has killed the squadron commander, and Marcronis, his aide, is quickly replacing the commander-in-chief of the fort. Because the matter is known throughout the fort, the soldiers will reject it for fear, even if they order the murder of Aura's son.

Behind Mirdas' brain, heaven flickered.

"That's right! My son! Wasn't there a son in this fort? If we bump your sons into each other, if we make it work, we both do. At least one of your sons can be disposed of!

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"Le-Ock! Funo!"

The pale horse, slapped on the cheek with a yell, opened his eyes softly. Then the face of the man who had given birth to the inert beard in front of him was at the distance of all the bites.

The vomiting and glare have subsided somewhat, but the fatigue that still swells the body does not clear up, and it is a difficult situation to even move one finger. The spit of a man yelling all over his face up close, but he can't even pluck it.

As usual, a man speaking in a language incomprehensible to the Ethereal Horse wears a metal helmet over his head that covers him softly to the nod area, with nose and cheek, and his torso wears armor that is candlesticked with countless pieces of metal on a thick fabric.

"Bible! Di-Ifseiha?

The man, who boiled his business to a blunt-responsive pale horse, spoke to his fellow dressed in the same outfit standing behind him.

"Dillo?"

"Ubola Rob Seiha"

The man, who nodded at the words of his companion, made him stand up forcefully when he grabbed the right arm of the Ethereal Horse. My buddy also takes the opposite arm, and they both drag the Ethereal Horse somewhere.

Dragged by the two, in a hazy consciousness, the Ethereal Horse looked around with only his eyes moving.

It was like an ancient castle in Western Europe.

As the sun had already fallen and the book of the night descended, the tall walls made of stones stood in flames. In the squares where the soil is swept out surrounded by its walls, many soldiers wearing the same equipment as the men who drag themselves tremble in the cold as they surround the fireworks.

Whatever you take, it's a sight that I don't think is very modern Japan.

The Ethereal Horse is dragged to the basement of the fort as he gathers together the curious gaze of the soldiers in the square.

The dark basement had a very bad smell of sweat, manure and a mixture of beastly odors. On the floor of the basement illuminated by the pine lights in the hands of the men, a number of holes with diameters ranging from about 4 m to 5 m were dug, and they were lidded on top of them with an iron plaid.

When one of the men who has dragged the Ethereal Horse grabs the chain attached to the iron lattice of one hole with both hands, he weighs himself down to knock the body back and pulls the iron lattice.

The pine lights didn't even reach in the hole where the iron lattice shifted, and the darkness was going on as if it were a bottomless hole. Looking down, I have the illusion of being sucked in as it is.

At the next moment, a man suddenly burst his pale horse's body into a hole.

The Ethereal Horse, which fell into the hole shortly after screaming, is slapped from the shoulder to the bottom of the hole after a slight floating sensation. It fell without even being able to take the receptacle, but because the bottom of the hole was laid with something like a rotten straw, it became a cushion and fortunately it was not injured.

"Ugh... uhh..."

Still, the beaten shoulder complains of intense pain. Did you notice that pain backwards, something like Moya creeping up behind the brain of a pale horse, only slightly clearer?

A swinging lamp of pine light shoots from overhead, and the darkness clears slightly. When the Ethereal Horse looked up, he was screaming something as the men who poked themselves down hit the bag in their hands.

"Le-Hapzoanlu! Neve, Sville Thermorno Luiha!

So when I took one round thing out of the bag, I threw it at the Ethereal Horse.

I fell nearby. Seeing that was like a piece of bread a turn smaller than my fist.

And that is followed by a small bag of skin like liquid inside and something like a thin stick falling off. Thin bars about 1 m long looked like easy spears, with pointed pieces of metal on one tip.

"Le = Hap! Le = Hapzoanlu!

When they shouted so, the men walked away from the cellar as they hooked up again to the hole in an iron lattice.

The pine light went away and he was a pale horse desperately enduring shoulder pain at the bottom of the hole where the darkness fell again, but after a while it eased up, he checked his situation.

The depth of the hole is about three meters, more or less, and the back stretch does not reach the iron lattice. Even if it did arrive, it would not move very much in this situation. Touching the wall conveys the feeling of a cold stone as it freezes. Now you can't dig holes, scaffold them, and climb walls.

In the ears of the Ethereal Horse, a faint sound was heard.

It's the sound of little metals touching each other and the noise of dogs honking their throats and intimidating them.

In the darkness on the other side of the hole, there is something?!

I tried to get up a little bit, but I couldn't do it with my naked ankle, so I crawled down on the wall. When I accidentally grabbed the spear my hand touched along the way, I poked the spear toward something lurking in the dark to restrain it.

Something crept out in the dark.

The smell like I smelled it in the kennel snorts a pale horse.

There was a grunting, tiny groaning voice, and two tiny light points floated in the darkness.

No, that's the eye. Two eyes gleaming blue and green stared at the pale horse.

"Di-Hap-alu? Genovanda Hume Iha"

From the darkness, and with that incomprehensible word, I hear the groaning of a low beast.

The spear in my hand wasn't so heavy, but the arm invaded by fatigue was tough just to support it. But when I wondered if the beast was lurking in the dark, I had to desperately squeeze my temper and keep poking my spear.

At that time, the cloud that was covering the sky was interrupted, and the light of the moon, from which he peered into his face, plunged into the hole where the Ethereal Horse was located through a small hole of brightness fitted with an iron lattice.

The blue and white moonlight pushes slightly through the darkness.

It wasn't the beast as the Ethereal Horse imagined it to be there, nor is it human.

It was a creature whose whole body was wrapped in hair, neither man nor beast.

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The pale horse breathed into the creature, who appeared illuminated by the blue and white moonlight.

Sleek, stretched, supple hands and feet that make you feel wild. To the revealed breasts, the opposite of which is a tight hips.

But all of that is covered in burnt brown short beast hair. That's not wearing fur. Obviously, it's the beast hair in front of the creature in front of you.

And its face is also closer to leopards and cats than to humans. The mouth is not as out as a leopard, shaped close to flat as a human, but its crisp large eyes and slightly protruding nose are like cats. My ears aren't near the top of my head, and I get the feeling out of place that "it's not a beast ear like a comic book," even though I have pointy, hairy ears growing in the same position as the human ear.

The creature, with his fangs out, threatened the Ethereal Horse.

"Genovanda Hume Iha! Le = tick! Gnaegim Talhonoiha!

The Ethereal Horse was surprised. And it was from the mouth of the creature that that incomprehensible word sprang forth.

So, is this the person who did the special makeup or something?

That's what I thought, but when I look at the fangs that have been swept out, it doesn't look like a great crop.

Anyway, I try to rub my back against the wall with my spear poked, trying to get a little away from a creature like the one I should call the Beast Man, and move it off. As the Ethereal Horse moved, when the Beastman moved his posture, there was a noise of the ragged and metal touching each other.

Looking closely, the beast man's hands were iron rings around his wrist, and they were connected to the wall by chains stretching from it. If you look at the length of the chain, that's probably all you can reach around the center of the hole.

As soon as I found out I wouldn't be attacked if I was on the wall, with a loud sigh, I lost more power from my shoulder. As the spear rolls down from the pale horse's hand, the beast man stops pounding out his fangs and makes his nose crack.

"It's okay. I'm not gonna do anything."

In an attempt to show his unwillingness to do harm, he opened his hands in the sky to show them, but once in a while, the beast man begins to threaten with his fangs out.

Apparently, it's not very much, but it's impossible to communicate.

Even though it got a little better, a lot to think about was also a hundred million bucks, as intoxication and tiredness still put the body at risk. As he let his back bring to the wall and looked at the strawy grass laid vaguely at the bottom of the hole, something like bread dropped together and a leather bag with water caught his eye.

Once you are aware of food and water, your body begins to complain about hunger and thirst.

Ignoring the beast man who intimidated him every time the Ethereal Horse moved, he reached out in cursory motion and picked up the bread and skin bag.

I'll grab a bite of bread. The bread skin was stiff and damp, as if to bite a thousand pieces of leather. It has the same texture as eating crunchy wheat. I remember when we all made it during our outdoor activities in elementary school, when we just tore off the dough that we had worked out the flour with our hands and ate the soap to boil in the dashi juice, when we ate something that the fire had not yet passed through.

Usually, it wouldn't have been very edible. But hunger is the biggest condiment, well said. The faint sweetness spread through his mouth after many times in his mouth, and when he swallowed it, it stained his stomach like sweet dew.

When I grabbed the bread a few times like that, I felt my gaze.

When you raise your face, you'll see eye to eye with the beast man being brought to the opposite wall. Really, I was intimidated by fangs, but I ignored them because I knew they couldn't come this way with chains.

But as I grab my bread again, I feel my gaze again.

Now I look up and see the beast man without raising his face, lest the beast man notice me.

Then again, the beast man was staring at this one. But that gaze seemed to detach subtly from itself and be directed at something else.

Maybe and stop squirming and put the bread on hand.

The sight of the beast man moves down.

Take the bread to your mouth.

The sight of the beast man moves up.

As soon as I had eyes, I was intimidated again.

But now I know the Beast Man is after the bread.

But the Ethereal Horse was in trouble. The only food I have on hand right now is this near-eating little piece of bread. Even though I'm hungry, I don't know when I'll ever get food again. On the other hand, I don't even know if I'll get it next.

The right choice on this occasion will be not to eat this bread with care. More or less, I have no edge or itch with the beast man in front of me, and I have no in-laws to help me. Besides, he's trapped in a place like this, so he could be some kind of bad guy. For a guy like that, it's foolish to split up his precious food.

I told myself so, and he was a pale horse trying to grab hold of the bread, but his hand stopped perfectly.

"Look, pale horse. Heavenly Way, always watching. You shouldn't be embarrassed. '

The words that came to mind in the brain of the Ethereal Horse were those of my grandfather, who died earlier this year.

My grandfather loved Ethereal Horse, who tells me about the old games that have been forgotten these days, such as bamboo dung and bagoma. When I was little, my grandfather taught me to play new games every day until the sun went down.

To such a pale horse, my grandfather used to say like a cliche, was the word.

But it's an emergency right now, so I can't help it.

Yes, he was a pale horse who made excuses for himself, but he remembered his grandfather's words again.

"Look, pale horse. I knew the Japanese were great! The Japanese are a fine people."

That was my grandfather's word when he saw the news of the Great East Japan Earthquake. When he saw the news that the victims were sharing less food and helping each other, with no looting or rioting in the wake of an unprecedented earthquake, his grandfather said with tears.

"Don't be ashamed of yourself, Ethereal Horse."

The Ethereal Horse squeezed her lips tight.

And when I offered him my right hand with a ready to eat bread, he called out to the beast man.

"Do you want this?

The beast man was blinking his eyes, but soon he could peel out his fangs again and roar.

"Le-Lugonas! Genovanda Noija!"

Again, words don't seem to make sense.

The Ethereal Horse gave up and threw the ready to eat bread where the beast man was likely to reach. And drink only half of the water in the leather bag, too, making the rest the same.

Then the Ethereal Horse decided to sleep round the wall with her back turned to cut off her untrained to food.

The odorous straw could never be described as comfortable to sleep, but still fell asleep at some point.

The next morning, when the Ethereal Horse woke up, the bread about to be eaten was gone, and the leather bag was peppered.