Hakai no Miko

"Not yet, that neither of your sons is dead?!"

Mirdas was surprised.

Three days had already passed since he dropped Aura's son in the hole where he had captured Zoan's son in an attempt to make him fall together. Let the soldiers tell the son of Aura that if he kills the son of Zoan, he will give him food, and command him not to give him but a little food and water. Now if the son of Awlah lay his hand upon the son of Zoan, the curse of the son of Zoan shall take away the son of Awlah. It was such a tummy.

But after three days, neither of them is dead, he said.

"Zoan's son hasn't cut off his weakness yet, and he's out of hand with that kid..."

Mirdas thought so. There was no way such a poor child could easily kill Zoan's warriors, lean or dead. Perhaps he tried to kill him, but Zoan's son fought back and couldn't kill him.

"That's the priest. It's a little incredible..."

Mirdas is irritated by the unclear attitude of the soldier who was coming to report.

"What?! Clearly!

"Hey, Cleric. I can't believe it, but it looks like the kid is sharing his food and water with Zoan."

Mirdas makes a puffy face.

From Mirdas, that equals saying, "Fire is cold, ice is hot".

"Didn't Zoan take that away from you?

"No. That doesn't look like it"

"Did you give them enough bread to share?!"

"It's outrageous! As the cleric said, just one of these little breads and a little water. It's going to add to that belly."

Soldiers don't look like they're lying.

When that happens, I'm glad I don't understand what's going on. You're starving yourself, but you divide a tiny bit of food into dirty, inferior subhumans? What's the joke?

Mirdas was frustrated that he wanted to get rid of Aura's son and others early on and go up to the Holy Capital with an old man's neck, but was stopped by such a boring thing.

"All right! No more bread or water. And once again, tell the child to kill Zoan!

"Hey, I got it."

Mirdas was poisoned after he could no longer see the soldier running away in his footsteps.

"Totally. To disturb my happy future, Aura is just the goddess of destruction."

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"Le-Ock! Le = ok! Funo!"

With that anger, the Ethereal Horse woke up with his flank poked small.

A man stood on an iron lattice blocking over his head, one of them lowering a long stick from the gap in the iron lattice and poking a pale horse.

And then, as usual, I'm tapping a leather bag with bread, and I'm stirring something up.

"Le-Hapzoanlu! Le = Hap!

Today, however, unlike before, I won't drop bread and water bags for long.

The men use a long stick to cleverly push a spear placed unwrought at the bottom of the hole to the pale horse's hand. Then show the action of sticking out the stick repeatedly several times, pointing to the beast man on the other side of the hole and shouting something.

"Le-Hapzoanlu!

I don't know the words, but I know what the men are trying to say. With a spear, you're telling me to poke and kill that beast man. If we don't, we won't do bread and water anymore.

The Ethereal Horse is in a cursory motion, holding a pressed spear in his hand.

Then, overhead, the men, do it all the time.

The Ethereal Horse squeezes the strength of None.

And the spear thrown from the pale horse's hand was slammed against the wall of his right hand, making a dry noise and falling.

Often, silence descends into the cellar.

The pale horse thought.

No longer, it was only the will.

The hunger had reached its limit. He's chewing on the rotten straw laid on the floor to deceive the hunger, but it's just such a rest, he's going hungry and crazy. I've never lived in a peaceful Japan before and felt so hungry. I even think you can lick the freshly cooked rice in front of me and if you want to eat it, lick the soles of the shoes with dog shit on them and clean them up, if you ask me, I'll be thrilled to lick them.

But I'm no longer running out of strength. Even if I were to kill that beast man now, I wouldn't be able to stand up properly. Either way, if you're going to starve to death, it's many times better to reveal their noses and do it than to be ugly.

That was the will of the Ethereal Horse.

"Ha... Ha..."

The slight satisfaction gained leaked a faint but small laugh from the dry throat.

Did the soldiers even see such a pale horse as a creepy monster, as if fleeing, and running away from the cellar?

The Ethereal Horse fell asleep trying to round the wall again.

It's already becoming a hundred million to think decently. A tremor runs at my fingertips and feels numb.

I didn't know about the Ethereal Horse, but humans don't starve to death just because they hunger strike for a few days. Theoretically, water alone can live for nearly a month.

But it was the lack of adequate water that was causing dehydration and the stress from the dramatic changes in the environment, as well as the mysterious tiredness and intoxication that was eroding him all along, that were cutting his life.

I lost consciousness thinking like other HRs that I can't do this anymore.

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In the basement after the soldiers ran away, Shemr stared at the pale horse.

As a warrior, I have seen death on all sides of the enemy. It was not uncommon in the village for people to lose their lives due to illness and injury, and as sons they often took the end of their lives.

So I was realizing that the person in front of me was dying.

"Who the hell are you...?

That's what I asked, but I haven't heard back.

Did he fall asleep again?

Or is he dead already?

When I thought so, I strangely learned feelings similar to regret.

Why did you share the food with me, even to the point of cutting your own life?

Why did you try to help Zoan when you were human?

If I spoke to him first without intimidation or anything, would he have given me an answer?

Shemru, who had overwhelmingly floated behind his brain with such unanswered questions, also fell asleep at some point.

And the next time I woke up, the stars were already glistening in the sky peeking through the bright hole in the ceiling. Sleepy lately is probably due to my weakness in hunger and thirst again, no matter what.

Shemr mocked herself for not being in a situation where she could worry about someone else.

That's when I noticed signs that someone was coming down to the basement.

Not a noisy sign like the usual human soldier. It's a sign of being pushed to death that even Shemr, a keenly sensed Zoan, is likely to miss.

I don't know who it is, but the signs are coming this way.

In a state like this, if he's been after his own life, it's not something he can resist. But at least I'll show you an unshameless end as Zoan's warrior.

Even though the Lord of Signs had looked down at this one from the gap in the iron lattice, Shemr turned his fangs and raised a groaning voice of intimidation.

"Looking good and above all." Temperament fangs... "

"Fierce teeth?!"

That was Zoan, who more than twice had a larger physique than Shemr. Flesh in a hooded jacket is likely to lift up the muscles that are just ripped off and pull them off with a human neck or other pretense of one of its arms. The face is a sharp face reminiscent of a fierce beast, taking a nostril from the eyebrow and running on the right cheek, a muscle of knife wound.

"Why, here?!"

Naturally, I'm here to help you.

That said, Zoan, known as "The Fierce Fang," grabbed the iron lattice and put it aside when he was in a small mood.

"I couldn't find your body, so I looked for you. If I happen to catch one of the Fort humans, I'll tell them you're alive, so this is how I came to help."

"Fierce Fangs" jumps to the bottom of the hole without sound, removes the key and removes Shemr's clutch. When he took the key away, he smelled blood, so he didn't ask how he got the key.

"Helpful, Fang Fierce."

"Thanksgiving comes after you've safely arrived in the village. We'll get out of here before they know it."

After I say that, I look at Shemr's outfit and wrinkle her nose. And when you throw the jacket that was on,

"What's so cool about that? Eye poison. So hide it."

"Shh, sorry."

When Shemr pulled off the coat he was given, he covered his chest and hips with it.

"Fierce Fangs" fingered the slightest outpouring of the wall, jumping vertically with it as a clue, gently jumping out of the hole.

And I looked back at the bottom of the hole to help Shemru get out, but somehow Shemru stays at the bottom of the hole.

"What's up? Hurry up."

"Wait. I'm taking this guy."

The Fierce Fang gazed at surprise as Shemr peered into those who were about to wake up, wondering if there were other compatriots in captivity.

"Are you insane," Elegant Tooth?! Isn't he human!

"I am sane. I'm really taking this guy."

Shemr wraps his unconscious Ethereal Horse body around the rest of his jacket before carrying it and tying it to his body with an impromptu string made of torn cloth.

"I don't think it's very sane," noble fangs?! "

Shemr put his finger on the wall's outpouring just like "Fierce Fangs," and tried to jump out of the hole, but he was losing more strength than he thought, and fell to the bottom of the hole without being tall enough. Behind Shemr kneeling at the bottom of the hole, "Fierce Fangs" descends.

Prior to The Fierce Fang trying to say something, Shemr looked back at him and slapped himself hard in the chest with his right fist and declared:

"This" Elegant Fang "Fagle Garguz Shemr takes this man, even in his father's name and in my pride!

"Shemr......!

Shemr jumps up again, but he still can't get out of the hole.

"Fierce Fangs" spoke in such a bitter tone to Shemr.

"Put that person down," "Elegant Fang"

"I thought I told you. I said, take this guy!

"So I'm telling you to put it down"

To Shemru, who looked back without knowing what he was talking about, "Fierce Fangs" says with a face like he put together a bitter bug and chewed up about ten.

"I'll carry him. You can't do this right now..."

…… Shh. Sorry. "Raging Fangs."

I don't know how unwilling I am, I don't even reply with a blunt face. "Fierce Fangs," which carried a pale horse instead of Shemr, jumped out of the hole with the same lightness as earlier. Afterwards, it was now time for Shemr to jump out of the hole.

When they exited the basement, the bodies of soldiers on the lookout who seemed to have been terminated by the Raging Fangs in the darkness near the entrance to the basement had fallen, but the two ran towards the outer wall of the fort without a sound, blind to such a thing.

When you use the rope that was provided to get over the outer wall, you rendezvous with the brethren who waited. The brothers look surprised at the man who was wrapped around the back of The Fang, but no one asked him to face the Fang Fang, the strongest warrior in the village.

Zoan and the others spearheaded the Fierce Fangs and ran out to the plains at night with four legs.

Soon after, the fort became noisy when he realized that the appearance of his two sons had disappeared, but it was already late in the day and impossible to chase the Zoans, who had disappeared in the darkness of the night.

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After this, many human beings will greatly regret the series of events that took place in this fort.

What if at this time you were killing 'Soma Xaki, Son of Destruction'?

What if we don't meet The Honorable Fang and The Son of Destruction at this time?

What if I hadn't let you two get away with it at this time?

Looking back at history, there are a number of things: the turning point of great destiny.

But it is the first thing we know that has been the case since a long time went by and it became what we call the past.

For that reason, knowing the turning point, but not going back when it has already passed, and discussing the possibility of 'if' there, that makes no sense.

But still, many humans cannot help but discuss the possibility of 'what if' for this time.

That is because it is such a turning point that events at this time have radically changed the history of the Continent of Cerdeas that we cannot help but do so.

"Soma Xaki, Son of Destruction".

"Elegant Fangs" Fagle Garguz Shemr.

It was only at this moment when the two destinies, which could never have intersected, were born the history of the new Continent of Cerdeas.