Hakai no Miko

In the evening of that day, the Zoans reached their lair.

The return of Shemr, the son of the god of the beast he worships, brought back his first grin in a few days on the faces of his wounded and exhausted brethren. Shemr hugs each and every one of them hard as they burn their hands and faces and the bandaged children still smile and hug themselves.

But when she found out she had a human child, the adults still didn't look good. In particular, the warriors have some remorse for not being able to protect their compatriots, and some put blatant disgust on the table.

Shemr dared to show perseverance so as to remove their gaze. To boast that he has no burden whatsoever, and to divert the hostility that is directed against the Ethereal Horse.

Shemr called out to The Fierce Fang.

"Is your wife here?

A woman is also the oldest woman in the village of Shemr and a witch who serves the God of great animals. In these villages, the witch is a storyteller who tells the history of the tribe and also acts as a herbalist to cure injuries and illnesses.

"Oh. I'm at a prayer center near the waterfall. My wife was worried too. You should go right away."

There is also an intention to turn away from the human children that Shemr brought before the hatred of the villagers erupted, to which The Fierce Fang replied.

Shemr also understood the intention and decided to take the Ethereal Horse with him to the prayer station.

What Shemr aimed for was an ancient tree that grew beside a small waterfall further up the mountain than the lair. The roots of the trees were stacked with tiny mountains of colorful woodcuts and stones that Zoan and the others thought were dedicated to. In Shemr's family, there was a saying that when he died, the warrior's soul would dwell in this tree and watch over the clan.

When I once lived on the plains, I said I climbed this mountain only during the sacrifice, but now I live only hidden at the end of my eyes and nose. The physical distance between the clan and the ancient tree should not have seemed to imply that when all the clans dwell in the ancient tree was imminent.

In front of that ancient tree was an old Zoan, as if he were a mummy of monkeys.

"Whoa, you piss-smelling little girl, she's alive."

That old Zoan, when he noticed Shemr, just grinned and threaded his thin eyes and welcomed her.

"Smells like piss. That's rude, ma'am. This is the maiden who shames the flowers."

"Hiccup. Wet fur was hidden and dried together in a droopy sleeping piss, didn't it?"

"Wouldn't that have been ten years ago! Damn, old people will always be old."

Somehow, when Shemr was born, it was the woman in front of her who took her away, and the person she's been looking after since. I still can't get my head up because they hold on to all the childhood events etc. I want to forget.

"By the way, don't you have a favor for me? Probably about that human child."

"Yes, ma'am. Can you see how this guy's doing?

Put him to sleep on a flat large stone placed in front of an ancient tree when he lowered it off the back of an animal that had carried a pale horse still unconscious.

"Which, which..."

The old lady palms over the sleeping Ethereal Horse and becomes Munyamunya for a while.

"Wow. Damn, I'm surprised. This guy, isn't he a 'drop boy'?

"'Dropper'?

Shemr tilted his neck to a word he could not hear.

"Bye. Rarely do we know if it is a prank of the spirits or the will of the gods, but there are those who fall here from different worlds than here. That's the Dropper."

When the old lady took a pinch of suspicious powder out of her nostrils, she sprayed it on the body of the Ethereal Horse.

"Again, yes. This child is not connected to this world."

"What do you mean you're not connected?

"We are connected by an invisible thread to the world in which we were born and raised. This" dropper "is not connected to this world, so it won't last long."

"Grandma! What does that mean?!"

"We do not live only with food. Through our connection to the world, we gain the power to live in the form of food, water and air. This guy doesn't have that connection. As a result, no matter how much you eat or drink, you cannot absorb the power of this world. Even if you incorporate the power of the world by breathing, your body won't accept it."

"Can't you handle it, ma'am?!"

"Well, I don't know..."

Stuck by Shemr, now the old lady began to examine the body of the pale horse, wondering what was going on. Take a pulse, put your ear against your chest, listen to your heart beat, and sprinkle suspicious powder.

In time I put my hand on my forehead and tried to measure the heat, and my grandmother was surprised.

"HOW WOW!!"

"What's up, ma'am?

"Isn't this the son of Aura?!"

The woman paid off her forehead revealed the engraving on her forehead.

It is the first engraving to be seen for Shemr, the same son.

"Is this...?

"It's Aura's engraving. I've never seen it before."

The old lady had also been told as knowledge by her predecessor's storytelling department, but this was the first time she had seen the real thing.

"Aura? That's a name I've never heard of, but is it God?

"You're a god, not a god! The Great God is older than the Seven Pillars God, including the Beast God."

I've never heard of a god like that.

"Right. Aura is not the goddess of death and destruction. It is forbidden to speak that name rarely."

"Are you an evil god?

"No. Because Aura oozed, seven pillars of God were born. There is life and creation because there is death and destruction. Aura is the great god of the great Creator."

Then the old lady shakes her head small.

"Death and destruction are still hateful things. Keep him alive, he could cause disaster."

Especially now is a bad time.

In this situation, where the village may be pursued by humans and raided again at any time, having a son who directs death and destruction can also be a hoax to the anxiety of his compatriots.

"Honorable Fang, are you still going to let this one live?

Your mother's words were heavy.

Helping this human being is at the same time tantamount to carrying everything in this human future. Even though he is a hostile person, this human child is the son of the goddess of death and destruction. What evil might it bring not only to me, but also to my fellow countrymen?

When that happens, can you bear all that sin?

Yes, the old lady is asking.

"Oh. Please, ma'am. I owe it to him."

Shemr answered with determination.

There is something like this in Zoan's adage.

"The grace of one rabbit I received when I starved, I must return it even if I die"

Not to mention that this human child, starving himself, shared that meagre food with Shemr. You can't let him die without returning it as one, with so much gratitude.

"Hiccup. If you say so, you can't spare this woman her bones."

"Help me, ma'am. But is your wife okay?

Shemr's anxiety was to say if helping this human child would annoy his wife later as well.

"Never mind. Let him live, let him die, and we shall be destroyed in the day not far by the humans. That just got a little quicker, it doesn't make a big difference."

The old lady gave a loud laugh after laughing nicely.

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By the time the moon was shining in Jomtien, a red fire was burning in the prayer house.

A pile of firewood like a mountain is rising fire powder and burning hard.

On a flat rock placed in front of an ancient tree lay a pale horse whose clothes had been taken off and naked. He groans in bitterness as he is ablaze by the heat of the flames and sweats like balls from all over his body.

Sitting in front of a burning flame, the old lady grabs something like powder from several pots placed in front of her and comes to a bah and fire. Then, while raising the white smoke, which smelled like medicine, the fire increased in intensity and burned up. In addition, when the powder is grabbed from the other pots one after the other, it comes to the fire. Repeating it over and over again makes it a unique odor mixed with a number of smells, drifting around the area.

The old lady turned to the moon in the sky, distracting her throat and howling. Sometimes intense, sometimes pitiful, that howl shivers the atmosphere at night.

On that uniquely discouraged howl, Shemr leapt out.

The body is painted with coloured soil taken with water, decorated with polar-colored bird feathers as if they were tategami, threaded neck decorations on animal teeth and jewels such as jade and onions, and wrists and ankles are fitted with gold rings with bells.

Whenever Shemr's supple hands and feet moved, the bell was making a champagne sound.

The howl of the old lady echoes like a wave leaning to shore in the distance and nearby.

Shemr's motion to dance on it also increased in intensity. Step out your right foot to break your crotch wide and extend your torso forward by rubbing it against the ground. In the next moment, he makes a sound and jumps up, twirling the universe for a spin. As I landed, my whole body bell rang champagne.

The old lady began to shake her torso wide as she howled. The shake, which was small at first, grew bigger and swayed to defeat the body back and forth.

Shemr's arms circle wide and the bell rings shan. Every time you take a light step like a fairy dancing on the water, a champagne and a bell ring.

As if he were a serpent, Shemr twisted his body wide, spreading his arms around the universe like one phoenix. Take a toton of steps, twirl and turn. In the next moment, when you are four feet like a female leopard, you can turn your spine away and roar toward heaven to boast of your abundant breasts.

With the heat gushing from within his body and the heat of the burning flames, a waterfall-like sweat poured out of Shemr's body and splashed with flesh movements.

The old lady held the little pot aside and ran over to the pale horse. And pull out the stick that was poking me in the pot as I sang softly. Ahead, there was loose green mucus on it.

The old lady moves the stick cleverly over the body of the pale horse to draw a complex text.

When I finished drawing it, this time while Shemr danced, I took the water spill offered in front of the ancient tree. Then he circles around the flat rock where the Ethereal Horse sleeps, as if it were a beast aimed at prey, turning his body around and drawing circles. Then the circle narrows, and Shemr's body with the watermark covers it from the foot of the pale horse.

Shemr's body, crawling with his hands, climbs up a little bit from the toe of the Ethereal Horse. Rock your body left and right as your grandmother howls, and climb from ankle to knee, knee to hip, hip-to-chest, indulging, indulgent.

The sweat dripping down like rain from Shemr's body mixed with his own, and the body of the Ethereal Horse became wet.

Finally climbing to his head, Shemr wakes up his body and sits on the chest of a pale horse.

And when I applied the mouth of the water drain I had in my hand to the mouth of the Ethereal Horse, I poured the cloudy liquid that was inside into the mouth of the Ethereal Horse.

The Ethereal Horse turned hard. Still, the body of a pale horse who drank most of it suddenly shook up.

By its side, the howl of the lady culminates, and at last it becomes a scream.

The body of the Ethereal Horse glanced into the bow as if trying to shake off Shemr on his chest. Shaken off, Shemr clings to the pale horse.

And at the same time as the sudden screaming of the lady ceases, the power also falls out of the body of the Ethereal Horse, lying still.

For a while, only three fierce breaths and the sound of fire reigned in the vicinity.

"Oh, my God, I can't stand old bodies..."

Blurring, the old lady puts her hand over the pale horse.

"Hmm. I'm connected, I'm connected."

"Grandma, did it work?

This enthusiasm and dance fatigue made her whole body feel uncomfortable, Shemr asked her grandmother.

"It's going to work. Well, if it's not dead now."

To his grandmother's words, Shemr hurriedly puts his ear to the chest of the pale horse and ascertains his heart tone. Then, fortunately, the heart was beating a regular beat.

The pale horse's eyelids spasmed small, slightly opening his eyes, whether the sigh brought by Shemr to relief fell on his face.

"Are you awake? You know what I'm saying?

Yes, Shemr asked, but the consciousness seems to be trying, and the gaze is wandering the universe. But in time, his gaze was directed at Shemr's face in front of him.

"What do you say? You see?"

When Shemr asked again, the lips of the pale horse opened faintly.

Even though he's about to say something, Shemr leans his ear in his mouth.

The pale horse spoke faintly, as he exhaled.

"... beautiful"

And as it was, I lost consciousness again.

"Become!?"

Shemru stumbles on unexpected words.

The lady laughed joyfully at Shemr's upset appearance.