Hakai no Miko

"Did you really drop it..."

On the fort's fence, Zoog groaned blindly as he stared at the warrior of the Fang Clan waving his flag wide.

The Zoans have tried to defeat that fort, which is the essence of human control of the plains, more than once. But even at the expense of the hundreds of Zoans, of all families, that fort could not be dropped.

Zug was also going to attack that fort first after unifying all the families of the plains again. For this reason, I have spoken with my compatriots more than once about how to drop the fort, but in the end I was only able to come up with a force attack that made me say things to the numbers, and I was prepared to make a lot of sacrifices.

But as he mocked his readiness, the Ethereal Horse and the Warriors of the Fang Clan dropped the fort lightly.

Besides, unspeakable emotions were raging in Zoog's chest.

"That's Lord Gallam, uncle."

Zug glanced at his niece Shru, who was honestly excited and eye-catching, not even realizing the complicated feeling.

"It's not Gallum's style. Everybody did what that kid did."

A short distance away, he turned his attention to a pale horse who looked satisfactorily at the dropped fort.

The figure of a pale horse laughing in the light of his handles to Shemr, who rejoices as much as I do, only looks like a human child. Speaking of Zoan's senses, it's not enough to take.

Yet he once again performed a miracle following the battle of Hognalea Hill.

Yes, it's just a miracle.

All I can say is a miracle, such as dropping that fort with just 60 less (Fang Clan) warriors.

Looking around, the Zoans of all the clans who were gathered on the spot, not just the shrubs, raise their praises to this feat.

But contrary to that, Zoog's mind was heavy.

Whoever sees this is the handle of the Ethereal Horse and the Fang Families, there is no question. The other three families were just watching them drop the fort.

This leaves no room for dissent when the Fang Clan is told that they will put all the plains under their control. Regardless of the "Eye Clan" who supported them, I can't complain about any of the circumstances to the "Claw Clan" and "Tattoo Clan" who showed a negative attitude, even if they told me that they would not give them the dimensions.

I was sick of some wisdom turning around, misjudging that human kid, and it was too late to regret it.

"What are the warriors doing?

The warrior chief of the Claw Clan, who was nearby, replied by diving his voice so that no other clan could hear him.

"Already, we've come close. You can always do as you're told."

"Right..."

In addition to the hundred warriors now under Zug, if there were three hundred warriors who secretly summoned them, it would also be possible to make all the other families present here deceased, to take the fort, and to make the plains belong to the "claw family".

Zoog floats his self-derision in his mouth when I think low.

"Chieftain, you won't be brief......!

The warrior chief said no when he noticed that the chief was having a bad idea.

"... I know. I'm not stupid."

Even if we take the fort here and get the plain, it's temporary.

Zoog sometimes takes the kind of means he's called cowardice, but taking the plain here is not a cowardly story.

It's an outward journey.

Not only Zoog, but the name of the Claw Families, falls to the earth and is filled with filth. Not only will they be forsaken and made enemies of all other families, but they will also be abandoned by their brethren, and their families will be separated.

In that case, the "claw clan" would become the second lost clan and disappear.

If you keep your hands around you, the Claw Clan won't be able to get out of life in the painful hills, but I can't think of a hand that can hit you.

The thought that it's all my fault pierces my chest.

If this happens, we must also think about kneeling on the Ethereal Horse and Gallum and begging for forgiveness. Whatever the humiliation, I am so prepared to receive it spoiledly when I become a chief.

"I wish I could just bend my knees..."

That Zug and the rest of them had a little warrior chief on their own, but they didn't dare say anything.

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As soon as he saw the warrior of the "Fang Clan" waving his flag over the fort's fence wall, the Ethereal Horse was about to lose his hips unexpectedly.

Instead, Shemr, who was next door, rejoices up to the minute of the pale horse.

"Soma! We did it! I dropped the fort!

When the fort could not be dropped, Shemr nosed around the warriors of the three clans who had accompanied him in the name of his guard to stop the escape of the Ethereal Horse.

"See?! We don't need protection anymore. Just go home."

The warriors, who had been pointing their way away from the dogs, could not complain in their sons, and went back to their families.

"Totally. They're rude people not to believe in Soma."

To the outraged Shemr, the pale horse grinned bitterly.

"I have no choice. I never thought I'd succeed."

"That's a bad thing about Soma. You have to be more confident in yourself."

"I'll try."

To the pale horse returning with an ambiguous smile, Shemr sighs as though she had no choice.

"I have something to say, but now let's head to the fort anyway. Other families are in trouble."

Because the fort was dropped by the hands of the warriors of the Fang Clan, it would be disrespectful to try to enter the fort before the same Fang Clans, the Shemls.

As he crept through the gates of the fort with Shemr, the Ethereal Horse stopped his feet.

"What's wrong, Soma?

When I followed the gaze of the Ethereal Horse wondering if anything had happened, there were red and black spots spreading on the ground.

"Not yet, kinda..."

Even though I've decided to be ready, when people are hurt by my measures and I actually see traces of blood flowing, I get really upset.

Hiding the upset, the Ethereal Horse smiled and showed it.

It was Shemr who still didn't know the subtle difference in human expression, but that's not a big deal. I've been trying to understand him ever since I recognized the Ethereal Horse as you under my umbilical cord. I can guess what the Ethereal Horse thinks at this time.

"It's something that won't change soon enough. Besides, I'm in trouble even if all of a sudden you start laughing at me like Zoog when you see blood"

So I joke and say, trying to relax the feelings of the Ethereal Horse a little bit. The Ethereal Horse, who was pleased with such Shemr's care, now had a very natural grin.

There, just comes Gallum. In that hand was gripped by a grasp like a large, round cloth.

"Good luck, Mr. Gallum"

"Mm-hmm. But I'm not doing a big deal. It was amazingly easy if you did what you said."

Next to that kind of galam, Shemr nodded satisfactorily, "It would be, it would be". You gave up on Gallum for that, and you gave up on saying it anyway, just a small sigh, and you didn't say anything.

"What happened to the soldiers you took prisoner?

"I am stern so as not to lay a hand on the injured. Soldiers who may be able to fight are now gathering in one place and taking up weapons"

Turning out that the Gallums had not harmed humans unnecessarily, the Ethereal Horse drew strength from his shoulder, which was strenuous (frightening), and breathed relief.

"Once you've taken the weapon away, you can keep an eye on him, so let him handle the injured. Because if someone dies without even letting them handle it, their discontent will increase."

"Okay. Let's do that."

When Garam summons a warrior who was nearby, he instructs him to do so.

Then Gallum offers the Ethereal Horse something like the big cloth he had in his hand.

"And this is what you asked for."

"Good! Now that helps."

The face of the Ethereal Horse, who was given something like a cloth to the gallum, becomes much brighter.

"It was in the room of the greatest guy in this fort. But that's all he says."

"That's a shame. But I don't. Rika is better. And if possible, let me talk to that person later."

"Okay. But now the humans will be concerned. You should calm down."

Gallam gives Shemru an eye. Immediately perceived Garam's intentions, Shemr nodded back small.

It's hard to say in front of the Ethereal Horse, but it doesn't necessarily mean that there won't be people out there who don't often think of him as having a conversation with Zoan on an equal footing, not as a prisoner. Otherwise, if we were in the same place as man and Zoan, as we are now, we would find out every step of the way that he was leading the battle between the two hills and the fort.

In that case, there is a risk that the spearhead of human resentment will be directed at the Ethereal Horse.

In the unlikely event that an Ethereal Horse is killed by such a human hand, the face of the Fang Clan that took charge of him is rounded.

No, it's not just about the face.

Gallam was beginning to think that there must be a pale horse for Zoan's future, not just for the Fang Clan. If we lose him now, Zoan will be driven to the mountains again and fall into a beast that will only be hunted by humans.

And, above all, it is Zoan's famous break if there is anything that keeps him so greatly thankful that he can't return any of it and let him die.

In order not to, we need someone to escort the Ethereal Horse.

Fortunately, Shemr, who follows the Ethereal Horse, is not only excellent as a warrior, but also a restraint against Zoan, who has unparalleled emotions for the Ethereal Horse because he is the son of the God of the Beast.

As a brother, I can't be calm about my sister being old enough to follow a man, albeit heterogeneous, but now I just have to close my eyes.

"Well, we can't keep the other clans waiting outside forever. Do you think I'll welcome you?"

Gallum walked away to welcome the Zoogs, who were probably waiting to be picked up in front of the gate, now or now under the scorch.

When Gallam is gone, Shemr makes his eyes shine with curiosity, staring at something like a round cloth held by the Ethereal Horse in his arms.

"Soma. What the hell is that? Tell me too."

What the Ethereal Horse is holding is not a cloth if you look up close. Its rough surface is distinctly different from a yarn woven cloth.

It is parchment paper processed with large animal skins.

When the Ethereal Horse reached the corner of the fort where there were no people around him, he spread it to the ground to show it.

On the spread parchment paper are handwritten paintings that look like mountains and buildings.

"This is a map."

As the Ethereal Horse put it, it was a map depicting the plains.

When the Ethereal Horse planned to drop the fort, he asked the Gallums for a map to figure out the location of the fort and so on, and to their surprise, the Zoans did not have a map.

When the Ethereal Horse asked him what he would do when describing the place, he said he would draw it on the ground.

So I asked him how he had defined the realm of his family, and he said that he had fixed it as such, from the round rock and from the two trees.

Originally a hunting race, the Zoans had a sharp sense of direction, and I guess that was enough.

But that didn't work out for Ethereal Horse, who is not Zoan, and he managed to get a map. So I asked Garam to look for a map of the plain, at least, if it was a fort, an important hub on the plain.

"Well, this is what this plain looks like."

For the Ethereal Horse, who knows nothing about this world, this first-time map is just a map of a fantasy world full of dreams and adventures. I'm just excited to imagine what's out there and what creatures live in.

"Hey, Shemr. Does this map fit right?

Asked the Ethereal Horse, Shemr narrowed his eyes and looked down at the map.

"Hmm...... Mostly, I think it fits in this way."

The Sorbiant plain depicted on the map would just have to think of a big bag with its mouth pointing down. On the upper side of the bottom of the bag is a painting of what appears to be a fort and a settlement of Zoan, and vice versa, at the tip of the narrow mouth of the bag on the lower side, is a painting like a city or village.

The Ethereal Horse pointed to the painting.

"You know what this is?

"It's probably a city of humans. Not long before humans arrived on this plain, I heard people say they built a big city made of stone around it."

The Ethereal Horse stared at the city depicted on the map.

From the top of the map alone, you can't read how big the city is, how many people live there and what kind of life they live in.

But only what we do is decided.

The pale horse held his fist firmly.

"Next, we have to attack this city..."

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A plain fortress drop where everything seemed to succeed as the Ethereal Horse thought.

But there was a small incident at this time.

It is the outburst of one Zoan young man.

He had a tremendously big breakdown very recently.

As it is, I lose my qualifications as a warrior. It was an intolerable humiliation for the proud Zoan.

For that reason, he was anxious that he would have to take great care of the battle in this fort at any cost.

In dropping the fort, the Ethereal Horse had strongly told the warriors of the Fang Clan that they should never take their lives if they first called on the human soldiers to surrender and surrender accordingly.

But he, anxious for merit, did not obey it and was slashed by human soldiers without question.

Sure, he was strong only to be proud of. He was able to stand up against many soldiers and raise their ranks.

But if I can catch up, I'll bite the rat and the cat.

One of the soldiers who was about to be murdered by him resisted violently in an odd voice.

He managed to take over the soldier as well, but in that battle he took a deep toll on his right arm.

Initially, it was a wound to his arm that he thought would soon get better because fortunately his muscles, arteries, etc. were safe, but from the day after that he would have a high fever and fall down. Bad luck got me sick from a wound on my right arm.

Then three days and three nights he was given a high fever, and wandered the frontier of life and death.

And on the morning of the fourth day, when he finally regains consciousness, he tastes a greater disappointment than the joy of being held back for life.

From his body, his right arm was lost.

While he was in a coma, his right arm wound worsened and he finally began to rot. That's why he had to cut off his right arm to save his life.

Without his right arm, he cannot run the earth with four legs, as he has done before, or wave a mountain sword to fight. He disqualified himself as a warrior before he was taken away.

He moaned, angry, and cried.

But no matter how much you cry, your lost right arm will never return. Still, he couldn't help crying.

To his painful appearance, those he knew were greatly heartbroken. But I could only watch him softly for a while, until the course of time healed his grief, which I could not heal, no matter how many words of comfort he spoke.

Then, in a few more days.

One of the acquaintances who worried about him after he regained consciousness or never tried to go outside visited his tent.

But his figure was gone from the tent.

Besides, his friends and acquaintances were ashamed of losing their warrior credentials and rumored that they would have disappeared without themselves. But it is also only for a few moments. Among the many battles and everyday topics that will happen, his rumors will be buried, and only when will he be forgotten.

His name is Fagle Unuka Gajeta.

A young warrior who once led many young men in the village of the Fang Clan.

Its name and appearance will disappear from the tabular stage of history.

Only for a while...