Hakai no Miko

"Grandma. Did Soma catch the Warrior's Cold?

"Probably, yeah."

That's what my grandmother replied to Shemr, who asked her about the medical condition of the pale horse that made her feel calm and drink the medicinal water that calmed her down and now makes her sleep.

It was a rare symptom of Zoan's young warriors.

When you first get people in your hands in battle or vice versa, it very rarely happens among young warriors that their reactions become dull, aggressive, or complain of insomnia as if their emotions were paralyzed from that shock.

However, it is normal for Zoan to heal in a few hours or even weeks when those symptoms are also short, since he is originally taught about fighting in a hunting nation where he routinely takes the lives of animals and from an early age.

For this reason, it was called a "warrior's cold" in the sense of a temporary disease involving immature warriors.

This, in modern fashion, is ASD.

Experiences such as those involving life and death are traumatic and represent symptoms of neuropathy caused by it, but it is a transient disorder that naturally heals within hours to weeks.

"Right. I wish I had."

It was a fierce anomaly that Shemr did not seem to know of as a "warrior's cold," but he nevertheless found it transient and relieved.

But the old lady shakes her neck to the side.

"The problem is, that's not all. - You didn't remember because you were young, but even when we moved here from the plains, there were many hearts and minds among our compatriots."

I remember when humans chased me and I just moved into this mountain, and my wife makes a bitter face.

At the time, many people were irritated or suffering from a disease of depression, not at all like the wide plains they had been in.

The lady found out with her own hands that the place of life and the environment would only change and that it would impose such a heavy burden on her heart.

"I've heard from her several times, but the world she lived in was incredibly peaceful and rich. That's like a 'field of joy' where there are gods"

As the old lady said, what a sweet world the Ethereal Horse talked about compared to this one, Shemr also wondered.

"So before we realized it, she might have been under a great strain on her heart. That's where the Warrior's Cold overlapped. You can never take it lightly."

With that said, Shemr recalled.

Looking back at what happened to the Ethereal Horse here these days, the behavior didn't seem like him. I slept with the Ethereal Horse for a few days after returning to this lair, but the figure of the Ethereal Horse that Shemr felt in it was that of a person who would not claim himself for better or worse.

Suddenly, the Ethereal Horse was surprisingly quiet, even if it was dropped into a different world and suddenly thrown into a completely different environment than before. From the changes in the environment, there would have been a lot of burdens, but I didn't divulge one of my complaints about doing so, and I obeyed Shemr enough to say I was submissive to what he said. All that or I didn't say anything about wanting something or wanting to.

But since the night I decided to fight that battle, that's changed.

It's as if people have changed and become active.

Until then, I didn't even try to get close to Zoan on guard other than Shemur, but I took the initiative to speak to Garam, Shahata, etc., and he seemed to do a lot of favors.

He also said he didn't know when a human soldier would attack him, but he didn't show one anxiety and was happy to be ready to intercept it. It was as if he hadn't even noticed that when he said he was going to kill the same person.

Looking back now, it seemed unusually active.

This Shemru guess was a hit.

The Ethereal Horse was in a mild manic state to escape stress such as dramatic changes in the environment and anxiety about the status quo and the future.

For this reason, he felt as if he had no anxiety whatsoever, and on the contrary, he was wrapped up in a sense of augmentation and activism that whatever he did would work.

But for the first time, the spirit of the Ethereal Horse has exceeded its limits when the thread of tension it was straining was broken by the fact that it was able to brilliantly drive away its enemies in a fire attack.

"Grandma, can't you handle it?!"

Shemru stuffs, but the old lady shakes her head small to the side.

"This is all of it. If it's a physical wound, I know where it hurts and how deep it is. But when it breaks my heart, I can't touch it."

Even as a grandmother, I want to help the Ethereal Horse who saved my family's crisis.

But the problem is out of hand in the heart of a pale horse. At best, the mountain of Sekiyama is enough to calm you down a little by giving you a drink of potion.

"Worst case scenario, that kid may never get back on his feet again. Be prepared..."

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When Shemr left his wife's tent, Garam was restless there.

"What's up, Raging Fangs?

When Shemru spoke, she deliberately shook him in surprise and then said how awkward he seemed.

"That, what. Is that human child okay?

"You mean Soma. If it's soma, now she's taking her wife's pills and sleeping."

"Oh well. Anything, you think he suddenly collapsed? I was wondering what's wrong."

"My grandmother says, apparently, 'Warrior's Cold'"

"'Warrior's Cold'?!"

Shemr, who felt something slight in the tone of the gallam, mumbled.

"I'm telling you, Soma is a 'drop boy'. I came to a world where I couldn't even be, and suddenly I had to fight the same people there. That too, to help us!

"Oops. I know that"

Even as Shemr scowled, Gallam looked badly on his head.

"So be it. I wanted to talk to you about what to do with the human soldiers, can't I?

I also know what the problem with that gallam is.

Never before have we caught so many human beings.

Now he's losing his temper to fight in a firefight shock, but the number of humans caught is much higher than the Zoan warriors. If it stormed out, it would be a big deal.

"Then I've already heard it from Soma"

Remembering what happened when the fallen Ethereal Horse woke up earlier in the village, Shemr bit his lip. Even though it had only been a few hours since he fell, the face of the Ethereal Horse was like a sick man who had been lying ill for a long time.

Now I told him to sleep without thinking, but he insisted he couldn't afford that, and the Ethereal Horse had given some instructions.

But the appearance seemed to be driven by a sense of urgency that was being pursued by something more invisible than a sense of responsibility, even from Shemr's eyes.

I managed to convince him to take some medicinal water and put him to sleep, but he'll be completely broken in the near future as it is.

"Let me do the burial of the dead soldiers and so on, and when it's cleared up, pick someone who can go home on his own and let me go home to the fort in small numbers, let's just say,"

"Are you going home?!"

"Oh. If you tell other people about it, they won't storm you, they'll be quiet," he said.

"I see. Okay."

If you ask me, Gallum was convinced too.

If you try to kill them, humans will also be torn and ravaged. In that case, there will be damage here too. Or so I can't just leave him captured forever. Then you'd better let it go.

The liberated humans may strike again as an army, but from what Garam has seen, it's unlikely to be a use for soldiers for the time being as to how big a fire shock was.

Shemr informed him that he had been asked to do so by an even more pale horse.

"And then he asked me to call on the other families to help him"

"Cooperation? What kind of cooperation do you want when you've already driven away humans?

So, Shemr got a little stuck in the words.

Anyway, the Ethereal Horse said something that even Shemr couldn't believe.

"Work with me if you want the plains back. He wants you to tell him that."

"Are you saying we'll get the plains back?!"

Gallum raises his bare voice.

Until a few days ago, it was Setouchi, whether his family would be wiped out, but he suddenly regained the plains, so Gallam's surprise was natural.

"The Ethereal Horse says,"

"Unbelievable."

Exactly. Neither did Gallum, it was easy to believe.

But in retrospect, get the village back, get rid of the army, and the Ethereal Horses have done what the Gallums have never believed.

"Okay. Let's hurry up and get the messenger out."

Shemr sighed as he dropped off Garam's hindsight as he said so and returned to the village.

From that night, when the Ethereal Horse cut in front of many of his compatriots, the situation in which Zoan was placed between now and today has been dizzying and radically changed.

Even Zoan, a party, can't figure things out.

No longer, you can say it all depends on one Ethereal Horse.

Hopefully he can get back on his feet, but if he gets crushed like this, what will Zoan do now?

Shemr sighed heavily at the anxiety he could not see ahead.

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The Ethereal Horse sat down on the slopes of the mountain near the prayer center, looking up vaguely at the sky.

It had already been three days since the fire.

But still, the Ethereal Horse can't even sleep at night without her grandmother's medicinal water. Even if you can finally sleep with it, it's only natural that you jump out of a nightmare in the middle of the night.

Each time, the Ethereal Horse couldn't wait to feel sorry for herself, even though she worried about Shemr.

But if you close your eyes, the crippled corpse will rise behind your eyelids at that time, and the Ethereal Horse will be subjected to fear and remorse.

Even if I still hold it all the way in my tent, I can't help it, so I came near the prayer house, but instead of clearing my mind, I just perish gladly.

"Why, I'm in such a good mood..."

The Ethereal Horse got depressed with his head in his arms.

Then, when a long time had passed pointlessly, a small whisper arrived in the ear of the pale horse that had been struck.

"Murderer..."

The pale horse lifts his face slightly away from the voice.

But there's nobody there.

It's just one tree growing.

Even if your ears are clear, all you can hear is the northerly wind blowing through and the sound of the falling leaves flying down the ground by it.

I thought it was my fault, Ethereal Horse, but my voice reaches that ear again.

"Hot... hot... painful no"

My heart starts beating so hard that it breaks through my chest.

Now I did hear someone, not because of my mind or something.

"Help me... help me..."

Something moved in the corner of the Ethereal Horse's vision searching for the Lord of the Voice.

When I gazed, something was awesome in the shadow stretching from the roots of the tree.

It was like a big black spider, trying to crawl out of the shadows, moving five legs bullshit. Something like a black stick follows from behind him as well.

"... Hih!

From the throat of the Ethereal Horse, who realizes who it is, a scream rises that pushed him to death.

It was a burnt black arm.

What I thought of as a spider was a hand, and what I thought of as a stick was the arm part.

From beneath the carburized and blackened skin, bright red meat peeked, and whenever his hands and arms moved, his body fluids were smudged out of it.

"Hot... Ouch..."

That arm devoured his fingers into the ground and dragged his body up as it drifted out of the shadows.

No body hair left, burned down, on skin carbide more than arms, eyes cloudy with heat, mouths spread to the limit are stained black with coal to the tip of the tongue.

That was nothing more than a burnt body I saw in that camp.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."

"It's fire... burned by fire...!

"It's hot... hot... hot"

If you notice, you could hear the ghost as surrounding the Ethereal Horse.

From the shadows of the rocks there, from the shadows of the trees here, from the shadows everywhere, the ghosts crawled out with groans.

"You killed..."

"You baked..."

"You! You...!!"

The ghosts muttering their pale horses.

He was a pale horse who screamed and tried to escape, but his legs couldn't move. A ghost's hand stretched out of his own shadow held the ankle of a pale horse in disappointment.

When you wave your hands unchartered, screaming for unspeakable things, as soon as that hand hits you, the ghost's arm collapses in bollocks.

To the sight, the Ethereal Horse cried out more in fear and guilt than in the joy of liberation.

"No, no!!"

Surrounded by the deceased, the Ethereal Horse covered his face with his hands, sat down on the spot and could only apologize.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

A soldier bleeds from being stoned to the head of such a pale horse. A soldier with an arrow poking around his body grins. A soldier stomped by his comrades and turned into a sack that wasn't there gets angry.

Besides, when the Ethereal Horse rounded her body like a fetus, she had to shudder as she closed her ears and cried from the voice she was allowed to bathe in.

A corner of the circle of ghosts, who were disputing such a pale horse, accidentally broke.

From there one girl slowly walks in.

Every time a girl walks around her waist with a sleeveless, relaxed piercing coat with a string, the ghosts who were in front of her pave the way in fear.

When the girl came to the front of the Ethereal Horse where she sat down, she watched as she loved the ghosts flocking around her.

"Really, you're a terrible kid. Bake so much. Kill so many of them."

Then he made his blood-swet bright red lips look like a three-day moon, grinned, and looked down at the pale horse.

"Oh......! How nice. My dear Ethereal Horse. My darling."