Hakai no Miko

People were disappearing from the city.

Until yesterday, there was not even one cat child on the depressed boulevard in the middle of a city that was busy with people, and instead, you can see brand new bloodstains on the ground and traces of great destruction left in houses on both sides of the road.

I was aware of the natural consequences, but the Ethereal Horse who actually saw the sight was speechless in the difference from the sight until yesterday.

"Don't say anything," Shemr shakes her head small to Shahata, who has been worried about such a pale horse's nasty state and turned her gaze to ask.

Until now, Shahata had been asked by the Ethereal Horse to keep the shape of Hopkins' family and to remain in the fort.

No matter how many gallams and zoogs have sworn to obey the instructions of the Ethereal Horse, many Zoans have unparalleled feelings for humans. Of these, only Shahata, with the exception of Shemr, could be most trusted to keep the identities of Hopkins' family, who are also important hostages.

There was also dissatisfaction for Shahata that she could not take part in the battle to drop the fort, nor follow it as an escort for the Ethereal Horse, but she could not refuse if it was at the request of the Ethereal Horse.

I struggled to take care of Hopkins' wife, who was overly frightened, and her son, who had gotten to me so troubled to the contrary, that I was nevertheless able to attribute the two to Hopkins as promised to drop the city. I was happy to think that this would finally bring me back to the escort, but instead of being happy to say that the Ethereal Horse, who had not seen me in a while, had dropped the city brilliantly, I was so depressed that even Shahata could tell that it was still difficult to extrapolate human emotions.

I don't know if something has happened, but Shemru also looks uncomfortable and difficult to ask.

Shahata was clouding her face again.

But there wasn't enough room for the Ethereal Horse to even notice how those two were doing.

The foot of the Ethereal Horse, who followed both of them and walked silently without hitting the city, was always directed at the mansion of the slave trader Glocacos.

A small groan leaks from the mouth of the Ethereal Horse who saw the mansion, knowing the results of the operation he had planned.

The burning brick mansion was burning down without a shadow to see. From outside the mansion, you can also see that large courtyard and a number of bodies rolling there. Apparently the hatred of those who were slaves had extended to the dirt walls that surrounded the mansion, which had been thoroughly destroyed and transformed into just dirt for me.

The Ethereal Horse, who turned away from the Grocacos mansion, frowned when he saw what happened to be rolling into an alley ahead of him with his eyes turned.

There it was, the girl's body.

Brown, long hair spread to the ground like a large wheel of luxury, and the girl was lying down and falling. The white piece of clothing I was wearing was covered in blood and mud and still stained with them.

In painful remorse, the pale horse squeezes out his voice with his hands on his crisp and tormenting chest.

"Mr. Shahata, please bury that child politely"

To put it that way, the Ethereal Horse turned his heel and left the place.

Shahata sighs worryingly as the pale horse and Shemr, who quickly glances at himself and then follows him, drop him off until he disappears on the corner.

"Will Lord Soma be all right..."

But the only thing Shahata can do now is mourn that girl's body as politely as possible. I hope that will reassure the Ethereal Horse.

Shahata, who thought so and tried to take the girl's body, doubted her eyes.

The body of the girl who was there until earlier disappeared.

I look around in a hurry, but the girl's body is shadowed and shapeless. I'll try to blink you a few times, but that can't even make the girl's body appear there.

"... Something wrong with you?

I was watching not just myself, but also the Ethereal Horse. Shahata puts her neck in a situation that only explains it, even though she doesn't think there is such a way.

In such a corner of Shahata's sight, something moved.

When I turned to you in a hurry, there was just the back of a girl bending over the corner of the alley.

Was there anything to be happy about, the footsteps of which are light, the girl who tries to step on the skip and disappears into the corner of the alley.

Besides, Shahata shuddered herself, not even knowing why.

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The life of man in this world was with the sun.

It is common for people to wake up with the sunrise and sleep with the sunset.

This was because candles and other lighting fixtures were expensive at the time, and because of the fear of fire, they were not readily usable by ordinary people. For this reason, it was limited to a very small number of aristocrats and luxuries to hire a candle specialist watch to hold banquets and rallies late at night that would turn the fire or refill the cut candles.

And in Bornis, which had just been dropped by this Zoan, the city was experiencing faster, deeper and more evening than usual, because the late night outing was severely restricted by the instructions of the Ethereal Horse.

In the bedroom of the Lords' official residence, which the Zoans had just received, in the middle of the city of Bornis, where there was no such light, Ethereal Horse sat with both knees in one corner of the room, troubled without proper attention.

The Ethereal Horse already knew what the problem was.

Everyone's purpose falls apart.

For the Zoans, the greatest aim is to preserve the plain, which is their place of life.

Garam and Zug understand the need for Zoan to go outside the plains, but most of the other Zoans just follow them who are chiefs. If the flag color goes bad, I can't throw away the possibility that it will pull onto the plain.

Dvarin and the Dwarves seemed to want strongly to return to their homeland.

I can understand their desire to be put on a boat as slaves and transported to distant countries regardless of their will. The truth would be that I want to return to my country as soon as possible, but because of its lack of purpose, I am somewhat following the Ethereal Horse. This even threatens to escape without a fight when we have the great army of man in front of us.

And the biggest problem is the Dinosaurians, who represent Jahangil.

They put reprisals against humans first rather than returning to their homeland. The belligerent will try to fight without even hearing this one stop if they put the great army of humans in front of them. That's how they self-destruct themselves, but if this one gets caught up in it, there's no ex or kid.

In this way a fragmented group of people, both purpose and will, are in one place, albeit in fear of the crusading armies of the forthcoming Holmeer country.

But that only seemed completely pointless, to me, Ethereal Horse.

No matter how many you collect, no matter how brave you win with your individual, you don't even seem to be able to work together, it's the U.N. crowd. Then you can't beat a trained army opponent either.

In case you win by mistake, the next thing you're waiting for is self-destruction by civil conflict. Then it's just the difference between being destroyed by humans fast or slow.

From the mouth of the Ethereal Horse, a grunt leaks softly.

"We need to unite the ends of everyone and unify the will..."

If the purpose falls apart, you just have to put it together in one piece.

But how?

Different races and individuals have different purposes. It's impossible to put it all together, no matter how hard it is.

"Then create a greater purpose…"

All you have to do is set out a big purpose that will be sumptuous in front of it, such as race and personal purpose. For a big purpose, you just have to fill it all up.

If everyone's purpose is one, every bit of it and its will will be united.

"That's right. We need a big purpose. It's also a jump off big dreamy purpose"

That seemed like a very good idea.

The bigger the purpose, the better.

Even if it's hard enough to accomplish it, it doesn't matter. All that or in front of a dreamy purpose, even the hardship of being stuck would turn into something to get over it and get joy.

And the Ethereal Horse knew such a practical example.

The way a large country is made up of multi-ethnic people with different words and different skin colors.

the way a dictatorship brings together a people suffering from hunger.

"If we all become one, we are likely to win..."

To the words I uttered, the pale horse was frightened.

What was I thinking right now?

To win, repaint everyone's purpose.

Unite everyone's will in order to win.

Isn't this like ideological control or brainwashing?!

Noticing that his thoughts ran out in a dangerous direction, the Ethereal Horse shook his head in a panic and shook that thought away.

But the idea doesn't disappear from the back of the brain, snuggly, like blood paste.

"But to save everyone..."

All that or spreading more and more to the thoughts of the Ethereal Horse so that there is blood glue on my hand that I tried to wipe away.

That didn't seem like such a fascinating idea.

That didn't seem like such a terrible idea.

"Hey, my dear Ethereal Horse. What are you so lost in?

To the voice of the girl who sounded inside the room where no one was supposed to be, the Ethereal Horse stands up trying to jump.

A quick glance around him, the Ethereal Horse found the figure of one girl in the dark in the corner of the room.

"People of different races, even in different shapes, tie together for just one purpose. Everyone lives for that purpose, everyone dies for that purpose."

A girl with long brown hair, dressed in a piece like a white piercing coat, has a lukewarm look, like intoxicated by her own words, and walks from the darkness to a pale horse without footsteps.

"For just one dream, a spiral staircase with repeated life and death piled up. Everyone dreams of going up that staircase, and halfway through it, and becomes part of the spiral itself."

The Lords' residence, where the Ethereal Horse is located, was alert to the distracting slaves and the inhabitants who might bee when, and the Zoans laid strict security. The Ethereal Horse fears the girl who has broken into this room without anyone blaming her for that.

Is this the revenge of a resident girl who was killed in a daytime battle?

Or is it the assassin that a country called Holmea unleashed on itself sooner rather than later?

However, there was a feeling of certainty in the pale horse that would lightly blow up such an imagination.

This girl is neither a vengeful nor an assassin.

It's not such a cute thing.

This is an older one.

This is more terrifying, he said.

"Endless dreams and the spiral of life and death that leads there (spiral). Isn't that something very, very wonderful? Hey, my sweet Ethereal Horse?

Little neck with an adorable trick, the girl asks the pale horse for consent.

But to the Ethereal Horse, bound by fear and unable to return any reaction, the girl protrudes its little lips slightly, as plucked.

"If we don't win, we're all gonna die. Then everything will be over. It's to help everyone. I have no choice. You have no choice, do you? You don't like what you do. Knowing that convinces everyone. Hey, right?

It is an absolution mark for sins committed by the Ethereal Horse.

I want to reach for that sweet temptation, but still the Ethereal Horse learns to hesitate (for) his thoughts. The girl's loving smile disappears in such an unboiled attitude, and a look of contempt comes to mind.

"What are you wearing a good boy for? Have you forgotten? A long time ago, your hands were bright red with blood. At your feet is a pile of corpses. Behind you is a flock of deceased."

With the girl's words, a null feeling is conveyed in her hands.

If I hastily opened my hands, those palms were stained with Zhu with blood that was not my own. When I scream and try to back off, I get my feet shrugged by something and unnecessarily butt on the spot. Screaming leaks again from the mouth of a pale horse who has ascertained what his feet have caught. Soon there were countless bodies stacked at his feet, and one of them took his leg.

"You consolidated your determination to move forward to save everyone, didn't you? For that, you were prepared to kill someone else, weren't you? And what do you want to shake now?

The girl, holding her own body with her hands with her buttocks on, looked down at the pale horse trembling in fear so much that the roots of her teeth did not fit, told her to pity her.

"But I can't do that either."

In one turn, the girl brings joyful emotions to life on her full face.

"Because the real you are empty."

The words pierced the heart of a pale horse like a sharp knife.

"Poor, pale horse. You admitted yourself to being your son, haven't changed at all since that night. You're an empty box with no contents. Empty boxes just decorated the outside.

So I just stumble a little bit and flip easily. It swings easily just a little on.

Only on the upper side is the determination and readiness you should have made. I'm not prepared to tell you to save everyone, no matter what you do. I'm not determined to bet everything to save everyone. Oh, what an unkind and pathetic, my pale horse "

The Ethereal Horse thought the girl was right.

In retrospect, I've just come all the way.

In the anxiety and despair that has fallen from Japan into this world, which I don't know right or left, I have relied on Shemr, the only one who has treated me gently. Because I couldn't overlook that predicament of hers, I just lent my wisdom to Zoan and the battle of man to help. And I'm just continuing to wipe that ass from the burden of taking many soldiers' lives for it.

The girl put an extra chase on the pale horse immersed in such thoughts of masochism.

"There's only one thing in you"

As if, the girl puts on a pranky smile like a child trying to reveal a secret to keep.

"It's the first beautiful thing I've ever seen in this world"

In the words, the heart of a pale horse beats loudly.

"When you connect with this world, it's your second birth. What you saw when you were just born is something very, very beautiful and noble.

So you admired. So you were attracted to your heart.

You couldn't allow it to hurt, could you? I don't want you to hate me, so you were a good kid, right? You've been playing a hero because you want to be liked, haven't you?

When the girl put the white delicate hand forward, the doll was worn from its wrist forward.

It's a black yarn head with black eyes randomly drawn in ink and a big mouthed ventriloquist doll that opens and closes as the girl's fingers move.

"Look at me! Don't throw me away! Stay with me! Don't leave me alone!

Move the doll's mouth painfully, the girl says in a back voice.

"Oh! How funny. How cute. And how ugly and how nasty!

The shame and anger of being exposed to the feelings you were hiding prevail over the fear of a girl who sounds like she's having fun in the heart.

When the Ethereal Horse stood up, he shouted at the girl with his finger pointing at her.

"Shut up, Aura!

The Ethereal Horse said with certainty.

Once that happened, the color fell out of the girl's brown hair and dyed bright white.

On a bright white forehead that was spotless, it also seemed to combine 8 and ∞, and a creepy engraving emerged that seemed to glimmer and glimpse around as the two snakes devoured each other's tails, stirring the glitter and red light.

"You're Aura! It's the goddess of death and destruction!

Even to the angry voice of the Ethereal Horse, Aura just stared at Niyanya and the Ethereal Horse,

That attitude is good enough to hinder (wax) eclampsia, and the Ethereal Horse asks Aura to yell.

"What are you going to let me do?!"

But Aura replied sayingly that she didn't feel as much anger from the Ethereal Horse as the breeze.

"What you want to do"

"What is your purpose?!"

"That you are you"

"Don't be ridiculous!!"

Aura cries and imitates a pale horse who doesn't even try to answer seriously but is furious with a fist gently round her eyes that hasn't even bothered to shed a single tear.

"Oh, a boring Ethereal Horse who can't believe my words. But it's true. I don't need you to do anything. Because you, being itself, is the poison of the world."

"... poisonous?

"Yeah. You are fiercely poisoned. What drives people to death by driving them nuts about their physical functioning is poison. Then I can call you poison that drives the world's logic crazy and drives people to death, right?

Your thoughts, your words, your actions, everything is a heterogeneous poison to this world. You should be very poisonous. "

It was felt by the pale horse himself.

That my words and actions out of common sense in this world are trying to cause a hell of a thing.

That my knowledge, which is not in this world, is about to produce terrible results.

Forgetting the shame and the outside, the Ethereal Horse vomited the truth.

"Bring me back to Japan! Go back to the world you belonged to now! Let me go!

That was a weak sound that could never be spoken of in front of the Shemurs.

But besides, Aura answers rather happily.

"Yeah. That's good, poor Ethereal Horse"

In the girl's white side (toe), her mouth opens to the shape of a pack and a grin, like a three day moon lying down.

"But can you really go home? Believe me, I followed you, can you dump everyone and go home? If you disappear, everyone left will be killed.

It also kills me very, very miserably.

They scratch eyeballs, they cut off their tongues, they rip off their ears, they scrape their noses, they drain blood, they break their teeth, they rip off their raw nails, they burn their skin, they rip their hair off, they drop their fingers- "

"No, don't! Don't say it! Don't say it!

Every word of Aura chops the heart of the pale horse into a snail. Aura smiled sluttily at the pain of such a pale horse and peered into his face.

"There's no way you can go home, is there? My gentle, gentle pale horse."

The Ethereal Horse lost her physical strength from despair and her stomped hips fell on the spot.

Aura laughs at such a pale horse figure.

"If you're a smart Ethereal Horse, you know all about it, don't you? It's too late. You have no choice but to move forward. And yet, I'm just troubled by the whimpers. That bores me, too. Very, very boring. So only this time it's special. I'll just push your back a little bit."

That's what I said and pushed the back of the ventriloquist doll a little. The shock causes the doll's neck to fall polarized and roll corny to the toe of the Ethereal Horse.

Before the frightened Ethereal Horse, Aura slowly reached out her right hand where the doll disappeared.

Then the sight of the battlefield spreads behind Aura's right.

And the corpses of the other soldiers lined up, and the blood flowed as rivers, and the broken spears and swords turned their backs on the sight of standing upon the earth like tombstones, and Aura roughly told them.

"Kill the others to help your loved ones..."

And the next time I stretched my left arm, the sight of the city of Bornis burned down behind Aura's left.

Zoan, Dwarves and Dinosaurian wrecks pile up everywhere in the city, and a spear-piercing neck stares at the pale horse with a resentful look.

And some of them were the heads of those whom the Ethereal Horse knew.

Over there, Gallum. Here, Zoog. Over there, Banukah, Dvarin, Shunupa, and Shepoma in Zita.

And there, there...!

"Forsake your loved ones to help others -"

With two sights on his back, Aura widens wide the palms of her stretched hands and approaches the Ethereal Horse to take either.

"Come on, choose. My lovely, lovely Ethereal Horse."

At the foot of the Ethereal Horse, the head of the doll, who turned to this side and fell over, moved his mouth out painfully and raised his voice.

"Choose! Choose! Choose!! '

In an attempt to erase the doll's deafening voice, the Ethereal Horse shouts up desperately with both ears blocked.

"No! No more, no more! I don't want to kill anyone! I don't want to break anything!

In the ugliness of his pale horse, Aura has a glossy tongue that is not familiar to a girl, making her tongue twitch with a tingle.

"It's one choice not to choose, isn't it? The result of that choice is…"

That said Aura slowly lowers one hand.

"No, you can't!

Unexpectedly, the Ethereal Horse grabbed Aura's attempted lowering hand.

On the spot, silence descends that makes your ears ache.

Even though Aura never said anything, she was anxious. The Ethereal Horse looked up at Aura's face, which was slightly depressed and shady, as she shook her body into small pieces.

Then, in the girl's face, her two eyes (yes, they were) gleaming.

"You chose, Ethereal Horse"

To Aura's whisper, the Ethereal Horse waves away the hand she was grasping.

Aura stroked her hand around that shaken away with joy.

"Very, very great. Wow. My cute, cute Ethereal Horse.

I'll keep an eye on you. How many bodies you pile up. How red you dye the earth. On a corpse piled up by yourself, in a sea of shed blood, one day you'll be out of breath, until then. I'll keep an eye on you the whole time. "

Aura's cheeks were slightly upbeat, her eyes melting trollly in lust.

"Oh! My dear, dear Ethereal Horse. I feel so good. 'Cause that's the first time you've called my name."

And whisper sweetly to the pale horse, as if to confess love.

"So I give you grace."

It is a testament to the kindness that the gods give in this world, and the mysterious power that is inherently unbearable to man.

But when I said I could give it to you, a chill ran through the spine of the Ethereal Horse without telling me.

"My only son. I can't wait to love you, son. I was worried about what kind of grace to give you, but I'll get you what you want. I'll give you the grace you wanted."

Aura, close enough for her body to touch her, accompanied that white fingertip with an engraving of a pale horse's forehead. That series of actions, because it was so natural, would allow the Ethereal Horse to escape or pay by hand.

"Whoever it is, you can't hurt it. Whatever it is, you can't break it. - That's my favor to you."

As soon as that happens, severe pain runs on the forehead of the Ethereal Horse.

He looked down at the pale horse, who gave him a small bitter squeal and held his forehead by his hand, and Aura told him to sing.

"Oh, what an arrogant (good) Ethereal Horse. I can't believe you have to eat something other than yourself to live, but you don't want to kill anyone! I can't believe you have to fight something to protect someone, but you don't want to break anything! Don't say this is arrogance, what do you say?

Before the suffering pale horse, Aura laughs with a mess.

"You have to use someone to live. You have to fight the beloved to protect the beloved. Oh, how stupid, arrogant, ugly, cruel, and how loving! My pale horse! My dear Ethereal Horse!!"

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"Are you okay, Soma?

The Ethereal Horse opened her eyes all the way when she noticed her shoulders gently shaken.

It wasn't Aura in front of me, it was Shemr's face that seemed worried.

"What the hell...?

"It's been a long time, Soma."

If you look around, it was the bedroom of a lord addressed to you. In the room illuminated by the blue and white moonlight that shoots in through the window, there is only myself and Shemr, and that crazy goddess figure has no shadow or shape.

"... dreams? Was it?"

It was a hell of a nightmare.

Too many headache issues, such as future policies and how to persuade those who were slaves that I refrained from tomorrow, became more of a burden on my mind than I thought, and I guess that turned out to be a nightmare.

The Ethereal Horse shook his head gently to shake off the remnants of the nightmare creeping up behind his brain before speaking to Shemr.

"Take it easy, I'm sorry. Tomorrow, I'll convince everyone, so maybe I'm more nervous than I thought."

"That would be nice. Don't push me too hard, Soma."

"Yeah. But just a little more, because I want to figure out how to convince everyone tomorrow, will you just leave me alone?

He didn't seem too convinced, but when the Ethereal Horse told him that much, Shemr couldn't say anything.

"... ok. But don't just really push it."

Shemr walked out of the room, even as she lowered the tip of her ear slightly and was getting her hair slapped behind her back. The Ethereal Horse sighs one big time wondering how worried she has become because she looks like that with a good split.

"I wonder if I'm still tired of having weird dreams"

It is when there is so much.

In the room, I heard a decoy.

When the Ethereal Horse looked back at the one who sounded, there was one small crate falling on the floor.

Perhaps that box that was placed on the desk fell to the floor on some kind of clap.

I guess that box, moonlighted and sparkling, is like keeping valuables like a jewelry box in it. The surface is decorated with elaborate decorations, like gold leaves and small gemstones.

But behind that flashy decoration, the contents of the box peeking through the gap of the lid open to the claps that fell on the floor were empty.

"What, it's just an empty box..."

Aura's words heard in her dreams rise to the ears of the Ethereal Horse who shrugged so.

The Ethereal Horse had total hair.

"No way, that was a dream... just a dream...?!"

I can no longer tell the difference between reality and fantasy, and the Ethereal Horse has confused my head.

Back off, then, your back hits the wall. The Ethereal Horse, sitting on the spot as she pressed her back against the wall, felt a stiff feeling around her waist. When you touch it, it is the first small mountain sword that Shemr has given you for protection.

The Ethereal Horse, staring at the mountain knife for a while, accidentally paid the sheath.

And gently put your fingertips on that blade that reflects the guillary and blue and white moonlight.

The Ethereal Horse slipped his finger against the blade all at once, feeling his heart beating loudly as he pressed out to the pharynx.

But that fingertip doesn't even have a scratch on it.

"No way...?!"

When the Ethereal Horse stood up, he stood in front of a thin cloth hanging from his sleeping table. And when I wave a big mountain knife, I shake it down with a thin cloth all at once.

But it didn't kill me either.

Shake the mountain knife in a mess and slash it on a thin cloth.

Still, I can't even scratch as much hair.

"Is this... is this my favor as my son...?!"

From the pale horse's hand, the mountain knife slips off and rolls with a sound on the floor.

"Aura! Aura! You're telling me to trick everyone and let everyone bleed to help us!

The pale horse crept from his knee on the spot.

"To me...!