Hakai no Miko

"Carriage there, stop! If you're going into the city, check people and loads!

The commander of the detachment, who was in and out at the gates of Bornis and at the inspection of the cargo, stopped the front carriage that came down the street and the luggage following it.

The squad leader, who saw a man sitting on the front carriage's podium who had been towed by the leading dragon, felt somewhere familiar in his face. I'm likely to be trusted as a small-business opponent, but as a merchant I'm not likely to grow up, its honest but weak face doesn't look like the kind of bad guy in the arrangement.

The Squad Leader's question as to where he met him iced when he saw the boy interviewing the Squad Leader from inside the front carriage over the man's shoulder and Zoan next door.

"When are each pedestrian and his nephew? You just left town the other day, so what are you doing here?

"Of course, it's business. This time, we're not just loading this carriage, we're loading it full of luggage in the back."

In response to that word, the Squad Leader looked at the luggage behind the carriage. As the man says, the luggage truck is piling up like a mountain. They put on something so heavy that the two Dwarf slaves, one to the left and one to the right who had pulled the cargo stick (kajibo) so far and one to the rear who had pushed the cargo, were all sweating their entire bodies and roughing their breath.

"What's the load?

"Yes, I've purchased it, it's swords, spears, etc."

The squad leader was surprised by the swordswallowing words, which jumped out of the merchant's mouth.

"You! What the hell do you mean you're bringing in so many weapons?!"

To the squad leader's sword screen, the merchant answered hastily.

"Everything's north of the plain, and the Zoans are raging, aren't they?"

To the words, the Squad Leader makes his face blush.

For the Holmeer National Army, the soldiers had a dictum because it was an absurd failure, such as a huge defeat every time Zoan suffered. But if the young soldiers go to a liquor store or a whorehouse, it's unstoppable to spill the puffs to distract the women and the whores.

The Squad Leader also knew that it was already a well-known fact in the city.

But it doesn't exactly make me feel good to be turned into a rice tare.

When the merchant takes his hand, the squad leader, who becomes a bitter face, makes him hold some bronze coins.

"With so many good weapons, it's not a bad thing for you, is it? So if my nostrils get a little warmer, I won't be happier than this."

"I see. It would be better if we had a good weapon."

To the weight of the coins in his palm, the squad leader was in a good mood. Plus, let him grip a piece of silver coin and sneak in his ears.

"This is a product I have taken to help you. Think I can help you here..."

"Oh, oh! You're right."

The Squad Leader spoke to a taxpayer soldier who was looking into the type and number of weapons in the load.

"This man is a very worrying merchant."

The taxpayer's soldier also got it in the rhetoric the Squad Leader took around, cutting up the load's inspection along the way. Write a hard letter on the paper when you hit the ink kettle with the stick of the tree that made you crouch the tip placed on the crude wooden desk that was placed beside the gate.

"How about something like this?

The pedestrian shook his head sideways at the amount of duty offered to the soldier.

"We hear that when you bring in a certain amount of weapons, you need to notify them. So do something about it..."

If you send out one more silver coin just for no push, the soldier groans at the squad leader's face. Plus the squad leader confirmed that he nodded back small, and the soldier rewrote the paperwork again.

"Now what do you say?

"... now thank you"

The pedestrian, convinced through his eyes several times by the documents, collected the duties that had been written.

He was a soldier whose face could not be contained by the unexpected extraordinary income, but he speaks out realizing something strange about the squad leader who was following with his eyes the appearance of a front carriage and luggage vanishing into the city's mess.

"What's the matter, Captain?

The squad leader replied to his men as he leaned his little neck.

"No, I feel like the kid in that carriage said something weird..."

I have no idea why those words were leaked.

I don't know if I heard you wrong, but to the dean's ear, the boy did sound like he squealed like this.

"Turn to me and say," I'm sorry. "

Damn, he's a boy who says weird things.

Moisturizing the nostalgia by deceiving these tariffs is like the prerogative of a gatekeeper. And the merchants have a relationship to make it convenient. In fact, just what was right was done.

I've never heard of a merchant who apologizes for it.

"Well, you just brought in that unrecorded weapon, so you're worried about it.

The Squad Leader was convinced that would be the same.

"Then decide to make a big noise tonight with this silver coin so that the kid doesn't have to worry about it"

To the words of the commander of the detachment, the soldiers of the gatekeepers exchanged a niggling grin.

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"Oh! Well done. There you are!

When the Ethereal Horse, who visited the Grocacos mansion, informed the gatekeeper of his visit, Grocacos soon came out of the mansion in delightful surfaces. The last time I hit it, it was different. While welcoming, the Ethereal Horse greets the merchant with a little pull.

"I've come to bring you luck and wealth"

"Good luck and wealth to you too"

Glocacos was there to return the favor, and asked.

"Well, Mr. Soma. What the hell can I do for you this time?

"Yes. Today, I'd like to ask you a few favors."

The Ethereal Horse shifts his gaze to the side. Following that gaze, Glocacos finds a luggage car stopped on the road.

"Ho. Looks like you've been taking advantage of the slaves you bought."

Glocacos nodded satisfactorily when he saw the doverines chained to the luggage car.

"Yes, it's not just the escort, it's also helping to tow the luggage."

"I'm glad you bought that for me."

Even now, Glocacos said with a tongue-in-cheek look.

"So, do you want another new slave?

"Yes, there is that too, but I had a little trouble..."

"Hmm. What the hell is that?

"Actually, I'm having trouble with the inn tonight. Me and this" pale horse shows Shemr with his eyes. "I found a place to stay, but I had nowhere to keep my products and Dwarves..."

Glocacos thought so.

Just now a caravan is staying from Jeboa to Wang Du. Those who were the owners of the caravan are lodged in the Lords' residence, etc., but the servants, escort soldiers, etc., are lodged separately in the city accommodation, etc., so they will be everywhere today.

"If I could, I was wondering if you could show me where I could keep that slave and the luggage truck with the merchandise."

"I see. You'll have trouble with that," Grocacos thought a lot before slapping his hand with a pound. "How about that? I'll take care of that slave and his luggage. Originally, the slaves were the slaves who were at my place, so they said they could see for themselves."

"Yeah?! Is that true?

"Absolutely. How about that? As a matter of fact, shouldn't Mr. Soma be staying at my mansion, too? You're welcome."

"No, it's enough for you to keep your slaves and your luggage"

The Ethereal Horse joked and said.

"Besides, if Mr. Grokakos, a good merchant, sells me slaves all night, I'll be bankrupt tomorrow morning. Give me a break about that."

"Ha-ha-ha! This is a lot more alarming for me, too."

In the hands of Glocacos, who is deceived and in an upbeat mood, the Ethereal Horse makes him hold a small bag with silver coins.

"This is less, but please accept it as a nuisance fee"

Based on the weight transmitted to his hand, Glocacos is surprised to have guessed the approximate number of silver coins.

"You can't just keep a slave and a luggage truck and get so much..."

"A lot, deduct it from the price of slaves you buy tomorrow"

"I see. If that's what happened"

Glocacos was convinced to accept a bag of silver coins.

"So, what is the luggage for your luggage?

"This is it."

When the Ethereal Horse turned the cover of the luggage loaded on the luggage, there were loads of swords, spears, etc.

"Rumor has it that an army headed for the Zoan crusade has been returned? The plains will be noisy for a while, so I thought I'd sell this to the Holmeer National Army."

Until not too long ago, rumors had been circulating that the crusaders had been caught in their own unleashed fire causing many injuries, but now the correct information was spreading from the mouths of several soldiers that they had encountered the return of the Zoans.

However, it has also been since recently.

That's right, Grokakos was impressed that he would be quick to hear if he were also a dealer merchant from a distant eastern country.

Grokakos, who was interested in chatting with the Ethereal Horse while letting the Doverins tow their luggage to the mansion's backyard, abruptly pounds his hand.

"Yes, yes. We've got a rare slave here, so I'd love for you to take a look at it."

When I said that, I walked out to the courtyard before I even heard a response from the Ethereal Horse. The Ethereal Horse, who can't even damage Grokakos' mood, has no choice but to take Shemr after him.

"Sa, take a look at this. You are a precious slave I have bestowed upon you from your royal servants."

In front of a large interpersonal cage placed in the courtyard, Glocacos said with a mouthful like an entertainer.

You reacted to that voice, the giant shadow in the cage wandered slightly.

That alone makes a noisy noise with countless chains attached to the body.

…… What is this?! "

Not only were there pale horses in the alien appearance I saw for the first time, but Shemr also looked out for them again.

"Ho, is that the first time you've seen that too, Mr. Soma? No, no, that's not possible either. They live mainly on desert and fire islands in the South."

Glocacos, who was concerned about the reaction of the Ethereal Horses, told him to put it on.

"Look, giants like this mountain. Of course, you're not looking down. Even Dwarves twist in front of that power! It's not all about power. I can't let you take one wound with about a knife, you tough skin! Hook claws through the meat! Tear up the meat, sharp fangs! And most horrible of all, its fierce temperament! It's not an exaggeration to say that you were born to fight."

So once he stopped speaking, Glocacos took a big breath and told him the name of the species.

"This is Dinosaurian!

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Grocacos, who dropped off the Ethereal Horse, was a smile he was adept at.

I couldn't sell it today, but the reaction of the Ethereal Horse when I showed Dinosaurian swordfighting slaves was more than Grocacos expected. This is to say that it was worth giving way to the slave traders of the familiar royal family.

Tomorrow, when you come to pick up the slaves and merchandise you have deposited, you will surely be able to buy them high.

Dreaming of a bag filled with bread with silver coins that Ethereal Horse would pay for, Glocacos spilled a gruffy disgusting laugh.

There, the figure of the doverines, who are put in cages by the slave directors, is noticed.

"You'll miss it, Dvarin. Glad to see you soon."

Grokakos, who was in a good mood, spoke to Dvarin all the fun.

Grocacos, who didn't care about this dwarf, who didn't move into action but often has defiant eyes, was cursing for whatever reason and slapping him with a whip to such an extent that he wasn't hurt and worthwhile. You dare ask, knowing you can't be happy to have been reunited with yourself like that, so you know exactly how the sexual roots of Glocacos are bent.

But Doverlyn's reply was unexpected.

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that, too."

In an unexpected reply, Glocacos was slammed into the void, and there were no words. a deliberate cough, and when you get back on your mind,

"If you're not someone else's slave, give me what you did with a whip in that bushy mouth. Thank your husband."

Glocacos was drained of poison by the unexpected reaction of Dvarin, who had thought he would tremble into remorse, against his irony after all. It leaves me feeling uninterrupted, but I can't handle the possessions of Ethereal Horses who want to have a good relationship from now on very intact.

I had no choice but to return my heel (bite) and try to get back inside the mansion, Glocacos, but a voice was heard on its back.

"Oh, thank you very much."

When Glocacos, who felt disturbed by the voice, looked back a little, his eyes met Doverlin, who had already been put in a dim cage.

Then, Dvarin shows that beard face distorted into a grin.

"... Become?!"

To that grin, he recalls the face of a fierce watchdog when he feeds a large chunk of meat, and Glocacos ceases.

But soon Doverlyn, like the rest of the Dwarves, went behind the cage, turning his back on this one and lying down.

"Hey, there's a busty worm...!

Glocacos cursed to hide his inner agitation, but his voice was trembling with unspeakable anxiety.

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The next morning, the two figures, Ethereal Horse and Shemr, were in a vacant lot where the Ethereal Horse woke up drunk when he visited the city the other day.

It was a lie that I told Grokakos that the two inns were arranged, that I let only Hopkins stay, that the two avoided contact with useless people, and that I revealed the night in this open space.

I could barely sleep last night due to nervousness, but with the sunrise the Ethereal Horse woke up and watched a few lines of cooking smoke coming up to the sky to prepare breakfast from the house.

It is a peaceful sight.

What a sight of a peaceful world if you cut only here. In preparation for another day to begin, I think of my mother making breakfast for her husband and children.

When I closed my eyes gently, I thought of the view of our breakfast when I was in Japan.

The table is lined up with a typical Japanese breakfast called grilled fish in miso soup for rice.

The mother who woke up earlier than anyone in the house to prepare that breakfast.

I miss my mother's novel so much now that I thought it was loud.

Having finished his meal one foot away, his father is drinking coffee while reading the newspaper.

When did you hear that eating Japanese food but drinking hot coffee was to get you in the mood before you went to work?

It was only a few months after I fell into this world, and the sight didn't seem like a very distant past.

I am trying to destroy such a warm, gentle and indelible sight.

The pale horse gently held down his crisp and painful chest.

"What are you so good at now? My Horrible Ethereal Horse"

A girl's voice, like a sweet, loving whisper, touches the ear of a pale horse.

Really, the one behind me pressed the back of the Ethereal Horse.

It's the heat of a burning flame, the smell of people burning, and the signs of countless dead people.

Like a frog stared at by a snake, the pale horse was unable to move because his body was tied to fear.

The pores all over your body can open and swell with cold sweat.

"My gentle Ethereal Horse. Who could have done this to these kids?

Girl's fun, tickling laughter crawls up her spine as a chill.

"My cowardly pale horse. You've decided to move on. Then you can't stop, can you?

Behind you, there are always these kids. These kids are so sarcastic. I can't wait to keep you company. "

The Ethereal Horse felt on his neck and back the signs of countless hands trying to be stretched out just now.

"Look, if you stop, these kids will catch you. My poor Ethereal Horse."

The pale horse breathes heavily.

My heart beats so hard on all the tears.

A cold pain runs like countless ice needles punched all over your body.

From the mouth of the Ethereal Horse, the moment the scream tried to rise.

"What's up, Soma?

And the pale horse returned unto me to the voice of Shemr, which was called.

I panic and look back, but there's nothing there.

"... hallucinations?

Nervous and sleepless, did you even daydream about it?

The Ethereal Horse shakes his head small and regains his mind.

"Hey! What's up, Soma?

"Hmm? Oh, it's nothing."

The Ethereal Horse smiles with the fullest smile as Sheml peers into his face with a wrinkle on his nose worrying about the look of a naughty Ethereal Horse.

"Maybe I'm a little nervous"

"Right. But don't push it too hard. If it's hard, don't hesitate to tell me."

Shemr was a little dissatisfied with the attitude of such a pale horse.

Even though it opens my chest a lot to me, there's still something on the Ethereal Horse that I'm reluctant to do. I had a thin feeling that it was like ethnicity engraved into the sexual roots of a pale horse, but from the shemur, I wonder what a water odor it smells like.

He was Shemr who tried to say something more, but looked up to the sky with his ears piqued by the horn sounds that echoed all over the city to block it.

"Here we go..."

The Ethereal Horse nodded to Shemr's words, looking at the sky in the same way.

"Yeah. Here we go..."

The most turbulent day since the city of Bornis opened its doors.