Hakai no Miko

Having managed to flatten the shocking cuisine of the fantasy world, the Ethereal Horse was in the mood to praise himself for demonstrating the "wasted spirit" of Japan admired by the rest of the world until he came to such a different world.

Hopkins watched with a bitter laugh behind the Ethereal Horse walking to the front carriage in a somewhat unbridled foothold,

"Well, I'm going to go say hello to the guild, but what do you guys do?

It is not very preferable to take someone irrelevant to a guild with a strong sense of fellowship, not just a merchant guild. In particular, the two Ethereal Horses and Shemr can also be sparks causing disaster to the city. If I could have taken those two to the guild, it would have greatly damaged the reputation of the guild.

Hopkins can still excuse his family for being taken hostage and unavoidable, but he can't even get involved in the Merchant Guild just like that.

From the tone of Hopkins, the Ethereal Horse felt those thoughts, given a little.

"We'd like to take a look around the city a little bit. Is everything all right?

"This front carriage is my treasure, so don't break it."

I'm actually more comfortable waiting for you in the front carriage, but I can't help it.

Hopkins made a firm vow to plump the highest possible compensation if it was also like breaking a front carriage.

But the Ethereal Horse mentioned something he never thought of.

"I'd like to walk around the city with Shemr, but I knew it wouldn't work?

"What do you mean? What the hell are we gonna do with this front carriage?

"Wouldn't Mr. Hopkins be riding to the guild?

I'm not having some kind of conversation mesh.

Once Hopkins separates words, he calms his feelings and organizes what he wants to say. And I told him to tell an obscure child.

"Listen carefully. It's on the carrier of the front carriage, that pot."

It is a kettle containing military funds brought out of the fort.

"That's not very heavy, but it's too heavy to carry. Not to mention, that pot is not something that many people can look at. It's noisy in the city."

I don't know where anyone is listening, so Hopkins explained to the Ethereal Horse, clouding the word "that pot," how the city is more noisy than it looks.

But the answer of the Ethereal Horse to that was nothing without a thump.

"Yeah. So will Mr. Hopkins keep it for me?

Forget that Hopkins is just as hostage to this, and I honestly said what I thought in my chest.

"Are you a big idiot?

I've never seen the contents properly, but even in that pot there was a thousand Agnis (a thousand silver coins = a million dinas) in it, even if it was lightly quoted.

With that, you can stop pedestrians and set up shops in the city, or you can follow slaves in the capital of the Empire and live and play for a year.

It doesn't matter at this time, such as being held hostage by my wife and son. In exchange for all this money, there are sesame people who are overjoyed to sell their wives and sons.

It wasn't very, but it didn't seem sane to keep such a lot of money with others.

The fool is also an idiot, a great idiot.

But the Ethereal Horse did not even show a bare gesture of anger at Hopkins' ramblings, and replied openly.

"But if you want to, you're snitching on soldiers, right? I can't help but worry about that now."

Hopkins' jaw fell.

This boy must have lived in a place so full of people.

You don't have to suspect that people are crooks trying to rip the money off, even if they're laughing and talking. You don't have to be wary that people are approaching you or that it's theft or murder. All I could think of was being born and raised in a place like that, where it was normal for strangers to help and support each other.

It was Hopkins who tried to tell him to throw away such a sweet thought, along with the obvious cursing murmur.

"Besides, if Mr. Hopkins is a bad guy trying to steal, you wouldn't bother saying that, would you?

The cursing murmur that went out to the throat became voiceless air and leaked out of the mouth.

For some reason, I'm embarrassed by the gaze of the Ethereal Horse.

Hopkins, who finally couldn't stand it, yelled at Shemr, who was inside, as he deliberately walked over to the front carriage in a rough footsteps, like a blindfold.

"What the hell, is that kid?! Only if he's natural, is he something?!"

Sheml, who was in the front carriage hairy in his spare time, looked up to Hopkins' words for a while before answering.

"Hmm. That makes me, too, a tatter?

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In the end, Ethereal Horse and Shemr, who broke up with Hopkins on a front carriage to the guild, were taking to a place where the city walls outside the city could be looked up.

"Is this wall going to get over?

Yes, when the Ethereal Horse asked, Sheml, feathering a hooded coat given by Hopkins to avoid the eye, looked up at the wall and replied in the same way.

"That's hard. Not as high as a fort but not jumping up on its own. And with this thickness, it won't be easy to poke it apart."

The city wall is about the same height as the roof of a Japanese bungalow. Even Zoan, who is highly physically capable, is not at a height that can jump over easily.

"But if you run with a ladder, that's what makes it better."

Zoan's greatest strength is his mobility when walking on all fours.

The Ethereal Horse is right. Running on a ladder is going to throw away its greatest strength.

Walking against the city wall, he hit a river running through the center of the city. Peeping into the river from above the stone pile embankment, the muffled rotten odor snorted.

The calm river of the relaxed stream flows with black, cloudy water and various debris floating on the river surface. I don't know just from the top, but it seems to be quite deep.

The river was flowing out of an arched hole set on the city wall. Many thick iron bars are firmly attached to the hole.

"Well, it's hard to break into the city from the river."

I put the tubular thing out on the water like a ninja's watering technique, and I thought maybe I could cut the iron stick below the water while diving to create an intrusion.

"But even if we let a few dive into the city, that's not all we can do."

Even if you let a handful of Zoan break into the city, all you can do is assassinate, arson and other sabotage. Even if we could bring the city to chaos, it would be a one-time thing. In order to control the city, we must let Zoan's army into the city at once.

Besides, the city's defensemen will have figured out that the river could be an entry point. It is visible that if it is a battle, strict vigilance will always be laid here.

Then he wondered how it would be to make a weir upstream of this river, let it be decimated, and let it shed tons of water and whole thicknesses, break down the iron bars at once, and attack from there all Zoan.

"No, that's what you can't do..."

But I also deny it immediately.

If that happened, if I were the commander of the city, I would let the rain of arrows rain on Zoan swimming down the river from above the city walls, placing soldiers on both banks of the river to spear and kill Zoan, whose movement was dull in the water. Then it's like sending galams to a slaughterhouse.

"It's hard. You can't drop this city if you can't send a lot of people into it somehow."

"We Zoan are not good at attacking these stone cities."

To the distressed Ethereal Horse, Shemr said sorry.

What Ethereal Horse comes up with in comics and novels is a means of dropping cities and castles with these strong fences: sieges, negotiations, internal responses, destruction of fences, damage to defensemen, ambushes, odd tactics.

A siege is a way to siege a city with a large army and make it open with a soldier attack or something.

But then it's really going to be a long fight. If it is a long-term battle, reinforcements from the Holmeer State arrive before dropping the city, and the Zoans are pinched from the inside and outside of the siege.

Negotiation is about letting the city open its doors by preaching or threatening interests. The inner response is similar, as it is to draw the defensive person to this side of the spectrum.

But Zoan doesn't have negotiating material to benefit the city or the people in it, and he won't be dealt with if he threatens again.

The destruction of the fence is literally the destruction of the fence to create an entry path for the army.

But Zoan doesn't have the skill and knowledge to just create a siege weapon that breaks down walls such as a stone thrower. Without the use of siege weapons, there are ways to dig through holes from afar and break down the fence directly beneath the fence at once, but this one would be a more impossible story.

Defender damage is to lure defensemen outside or attack the city directly to kill defensemen and reduce the city's defenses.

But it's impossible to bring all the defensemen outside, let alone directly attack them, only at the apex of foolishness. It takes a bow and arrow to kill a soldier on the city wall, but it's about Shahata who can handle a bow and arrow properly in Zoan.

The next surprise attack is to attack quickly and get inside the fence before the city prepares for enemy raids.

But in this promising flatland, Zoan's army will be found a few minutes before he reaches the city, and it will not be an ambush.

"It's an odd idea to stay, but it's an odd one because it's a rare measure that's not normal, and I don't think it's that easy to come up with."

In comics, movies, etc., there were some horrible ways to make a hot air balloon and send soldiers directly into the city, or throw them in a stone thrower.

But that's just how they seem to be a realistic way.

Once they had left the city wall, they returned their heels to the bridge across the river.

Then, from the two destinations, I saw one man walking to the right and to the left.

Occasionally, a man walking with a leather bag in his hand on his mouth seems to be drunk on alcohol. Not wanting to cause an extra commotion, the two turned away from the man and walked to the end of the road.

But when the drunk stood in front of Shemru in an attempt to make a mistake about whether that had instead caught his attention, he glanced into the hood in disgust (bump).

"Oh! Isn't this Zoan!

He was a drunk who looked out for surprise at how rare Zoan's slaves were, but soon he grinned inferiorly at Shemr's stirred limbs.

"Again, I feel much better. Beast, but this is going to help.

Hey, kid! Why don't you sell him to me? I'll give you about five Agnes. "

With that said, the drunk suddenly rubbed Shemr's glutes with nasty hands.

And Shemr's whole body hair turned against his disgust. If we make a commotion here, she knew it would be a hassle, desperately crushing anger and humiliation to endure.

Getting your hands on the slaves of others is an act of disrespect, but the intoxication of alcohol and the appearance of a pale horse as a weak boy have elicited the disrespect of drunkenness.

"She's not for sale. - Shamr, let's go."

The tone of the Ethereal Horse was a terrible blur at the sickness of what was important to me being tainted.

The attitude was hampered by eclampsia, and the drunk blushed into anger rather than drunkenness.

"Oh, my God, this kid! Did you get angry when the slaves under your care touched you? Ahem? I guess you had me working hard last night."

He was a pale horse who was about to walk away ignoring his drunkenness, but he accidentally looked back at the inferior and extreme ramblings that the pale horse had never imagined.

I felt something hitting its pale horse cheek with a damp sound.

Touching your cheeks with your fingertips conveys a little feeling.

A damp, heavy blowing noise sounds faster than a pale horse putting blood up his head realizing that was the man's spitting spit.

"Pugi!!"

Screaming like a hog's squeal, the drunk flips back in full swing.

When the Ethereal Horse looked next door, Sheml, who had put his full fist in the drunk, looked at his fist and grated it as if he had done it by accident.

As soon as the Ethereal Horse grabs the leather bag with the liquor that was falling beside the drunk who falls off his white eyes, he swings its contents through the drunk's body. And when I took a piece of silver out of the military money I kept in a small bag just in case from Hopkins, I let it shake in the hands of a drunk who was losing his mind.

"I'll run, Shemr!

"Ah!... ok"

The Ethereal Horse is not a chain, but takes Shemr's hand and runs out.

Running through the back alley avoiding the front street, the two went out into a vacant lot on the outskirts of the city after a while.

Make sure there are no signs of people around, and the Ethereal Horse hips down to the ground with a rough breath.

"Uh, surprised"

The Ethereal Horse laughed remembering the ugliness of a drunk who bled his nose, turned his white eyes off and flipped over.

"Um... soma, I'm sorry. You know, it's so cute."

Shemr, who had done something like pull the feet of an Ethereal Horse even though he had been following me by saying he couldn't do it, was totally snuggling back. No heart, or the tip of your ear seems to be slowly drooling.

"It's okay. Maybe it won't matter."

Even if that drunk makes a scene, he won't receive properly what people say about the smell of alcohol from all over his body. And if you realize you're holding a silver coin, you'd think you'd better get it in your nostalgia along with your own faults.

Even so, Shemr, still discouraged, became pathetic, and the Ethereal Horse tried to overlap the words in a bright tone.

"If it matters, you can get away with as much as you want with Shemr."

I was told I was relying on you out of the blue, and Shemr's drooping ears finally came back to normal.

At ease with it, the Ethereal Horse asked that it was a feeling.

"More than that, I'm sorry to make you feel bad for Shemr."

"If you're talking about that bastard, I beat him to death, so I don't give a shit anymore."

"Yeah. Not just about earlier, but about that collar..."

Shemr has also heard of the Ethereal Horse that he is so proud of what the Zoans call the "Elegant Fangs". The Ethereal Horse was saddened that she had just made the heterogeneous Ethereal Horse "you under the umbilical," and that she had made him wear a collar like a beast, and imitate it with chains.

But Shemr's reaction was not what the Ethereal Horse thought.

"What's wrong with this collar?

The pale horse blinked his eyes at Shemr, who looked blatant.

"Yeah, 'cause you don't like being a slave, do you?

To such a pale horse, Shemr sighs majestically and shakes his neck small, left and right. That looked as if "you don't even know that," he said, shrugging back.

Shemr looks directly at the face of the Ethereal Horse,

"I believe in Soma"

To a sudden confession, the Ethereal Horse wanders away.

"I'm an idiot, so sometimes I get anxious without knowing what you're thinking. Sometimes I wonder if your measures are cowardly. Sometimes I fear for you that Zoan might perish."

That was the true meaning of Shemr, which could never be spoken of where the other Zoans were.

"But I believed in a man called Xaki Soma who was gentle, weak, hurt and still tried to make something for us. You believed in yourself."

What Shemr believed was not a pale horse measure.

He believed in the human being himself, the Ethereal Horse.

"Even I, the fool, know about my 'you under the umbilical' trying to do something big right now. Then it would be my pride to martyr. Isn't it a disgrace to cower this self to the point of being laughed at?"

Shemr put his finger on a chained collar that would fit into his neck.

"Besides, this is the collar. I see. Doesn't look good. Let's also be deprived of our physical freedom. But what does that mean?

All I have to do to take something like this is laugh it off.

"It is the performers and actors who disgrace the poor looks.

For a warrior, shame is disobeying his own pride. It's not a big deal, such as being deprived of your physical freedom. Because tying my heart and soul is something no one can do!

"No one can bind the heart and soul...?

The Ethereal Horse speaks the words of Shemru as if he were rebellious.

"That's right! Only you can bind your heart and soul."

The Ethereal Horse was overwhelmed by the majesty and temper that abounded from Shemr's entire body.

"It's not the chains of iron that really bind the slaves, it's your fear and your giving up! Fear of taking lives. Fear of being whipped. That binds the heart and soul of the slave.

Whether we fight those fears or not, we give up trying to fight them and be taken in by ourselves. Give up trying to escape the weight that determines your own destiny. It leaves the chain that binds the heart and soul to others and drops itself into true slavery "

Shemr punches himself hard in the chest with his right fist.

"But pride that binds the heart and soul of a warrior is desire and determination.

Warriors kill their enemies. Just because you decorated a word, that's nothing more than killing people. That's why warriors proudly bind their own minds and souls so that they don't become just killers. Discipline yourself. To be noble!

Shemr smiled at the pale horse.

He was a pale horse who couldn't figure out the subtle difference in Zoan's expression, but all this time he did feel a fluttering, spreading smile as a floral stump flashed on Shemr's face.

"Soma. I admitted you as' you under the umbilical ', but that's not fear or giving up.

It is your desire to walk with you, and your determination to bear all the sins that you will. "

The Ethereal Horse thought it was beautiful.

At the bottom of my heart, I thought Zoan in front of me was beautiful.

"That's why I'm still Zoan freely running around the plains on my own feet, and I can stay in" The Elegant Fang ""

The Ethereal Horse understood for the first time what Zoan and the others meant when they called her "Elegant Fangs".

She is the Zoan who is more proud than anyone and more beautiful than anyone else.

She's the fang of glory.

"Shemr!"

A pale horse with a red cheek accidentally took both her hands.

"I regret falling into this world. If I can go home, I even want to go home right now. But I will never regret only that I met Shemr. Never!"

"Neither do I regret that I made you 'you under the umbilical'."

Shemr shakes the pale horse's hand back hard.

At that time, something hot crept up the throat of the Ethereal Horse.

The Ethereal Horse groans in small ways at things that creep up his throat that can't even be contained.

"What's up, Soma?

Sheml notices that the condition of the Ethereal Horse has changed, and she anxiously puts on her little neck.

But the Ethereal Horse couldn't afford to answer that.

From her red cheeks, she felt blood and her face caught on.

"Hey, hey, sorry..."

Shaking Shemr's hand off, the Ethereal Horse rushes to the city wall, hands on the wall and faces down.

"Gi, I feel bad..."

And he exhaled what was in his stomach in abundance.

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"Damn, you were drunk too..."

The pale horse, who slept on her back with her knee pillow on her back in a heartbreaking Shemr tone, felt unbearable.

"Hold on or I'll be in trouble, my" you under the umbilical. ""

"... It's no good"

Whereas the alcohol content of beer in circulation in modern Japan ranged from four to six per cent, the ale consumed by Aoima in the liquor store was close to that of ancient Egyptian beer, and its alcohol content was more than 10 per cent. This is close to the alcohol content of the wine. I ran around the city saying that I drank a pot, albeit a small one, even though I didn't have enough alcohol. It's weirder not to get sick.

"Well, if anything is done perfectly, I have no clearance to support it. It would be more reassuring to me if you failed occasionally"

Shemr jerks off his pale horse's hair like a hairy toy.

Calm time flowed.

Fortunately, the vacant land where the two were located was situated on the wind, thus freeing them from the unpleasant smell of the city and allowing them to breathe from the bottom of their chests for a long time. Often they immersed themselves in a sense of liberation.

"Shemr......"

"What, Soma?

"Thanks to Shemr, I came up with a way to drop this city"

In the words of the Ethereal Horse, the serene disappears from Shemr's face, and the expression of the warrior comes to mind.

"What are you gonna do, my" you under the umbilical "?

The Ethereal Horse rose to the spot when he woke his head from Shemr's lap.

Ahead of his gaze is a city with an unusual stench.

An enclosed city, full of filth and filth.

"I want to buy a slave."