Hakai no Miko

The next morning, Shemr, who visited her bedroom to wake up her pale horse, accidentally glanced at her.

I told you not to be so hard on me, but the bedroom stayed last night, and there's no sign of the Ethereal Horse sleeping there.

I had no choice at all, but as I said, Shemru sighed with a big drop of her shoulder, turning her neck wondering where the pivotal Ethereal Horse was. Then, in one corner of the room, try to hold one knee and sit back and find a nagging Ethereal Horse. I thought you had fallen asleep in that position, but you didn't. He seems to be repeatedly talking to himself about something bumpy, not even noticing that he came into the room.

Walking by deliberately in loud footsteps, he finally noticed Shemr and the Ethereal Horse raised his face in a slow motion.

"Ah... Shemr"

"It's not 'Ah... Shemr', Soma! I told you. Don't push me!

On that sword screen, the eyes of the pale horse, who seemed blurred, finally focus. I slowly looked around and noticed that the morning sun was shooting into the room.

"Is that...? When in the morning?

Shemr shrugs back at the words.

"Please, Soma. Don't make me worry too much."

With that said, I lowered my back next to the Ethereal Horse and took out the breakfast I had brought. That is the thigh of a bird that was baked by shaking salt and vanilla, and the nuts powdered and doughed.

"Find the dumb bird that got lost in the garden of this mansion this morning. I got them for breakfast because they looked like they were getting fat all the time."

I thought that was kept rather than lost, but Shemr, who is innocently pleased, could not tell me that.

The pale horse, who was handed the meat of the roasted bird and tried to crush it, hardens once more. Shemr noticed the pale horse hesitating with the thigh in his hand.

"What? You didn't like birds?

"Yeah. No..."

Shemr hits his share of thigh meat. The taste of fat meat mixes with salt sprinkled on the surface and spicy spices of vanilla, an indescribable delicacy.

I don't have a problem with the taste. Yet he was nodded at by Shemr's gaze wondering why he didn't eat, and the Ethereal Horse was stunned by the meat.

Big bites of meat chopped, chewed (shuddered) in his mouth several times, and then swallowed down the chicken, the Ethereal Horse shrugs.

"… can the food be chewed off a thousand times"

Besides, Shemr chewed it up while making sure he chewed a thousand chopped thighs again, and he said, "Is it that hard?" and shake his neck.

Then for a while, the two continued to eat silently.

All that time Shemr felt something strange coming from the Ethereal Horse. I wanted to ask you that, but at the same time I felt the dangers like thin ice on my spring tip that would break if I touched it poorly, and Shemr was searching for words to speak.

For this reason, when the Ethereal Horse who finished his meal calls his name, he follows.

"Hey, what's up, Soma?

"Can you speak to Mr. Doverin and tell him to gather those who were slaves here in the square?

"Okay. I call on you to cooperate in the fight against humans."

But to Shemr's words, the Ethereal Horse did not return a clear answer. Do other favors instead.

"And then I need you to have something for me."

Shemru looks surprised at the two items that the Ethereal Horse has named. None of this is a big deal. In this town, it's about ready to go.

"What are you going to do with that stuff?

"Yeah. It's a little prop."

Even less so, the Ethereal Horse smiled vaguely at Shemr.

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Garam looked at the Dwarves and Dinosaurians who were slaves gathered in the square.

Yesterday, when I had just been freed from slavery, I was so killer that I could even eat and hang on to the Zoans who were supposed to be benefactors, but thanks to a decent meal and a night's rest, I seem to have calmed down a lot.

But that's just for the top side, too.

The eyes of those who were slaves turned to Zoan themselves were never friendly. If you try them, even though they freed you from slavery, that's not what we asked for from ourselves. He only seems to think about it so much that Zoan did it on his own to drop the town. All that or even the Dinosaurian named Jaharn Gill or something like that thinks we could have dropped town because of what we did with our hands.

Gallum was not anxious to see how the hell the Ethereal Horse would persuade these people.

Zoog comes there with a sinister face just like himself.

"Zoog. What's going on over there?

"It's no different than this one."

Zoog told me to throw up.

"The problem is those Dinosaurians centered around the guy who says Jaharn Gill or something. I don't know when I'm gonna storm out."

"After all, it's unconvincing to follow a human soma, something like that?

If we try them, it would be more odd to see Zoan following the Ethereal Horse, a human race that has done all we can to enslave ourselves and commit atrocities.

"There's that too. And then I'm breathing to kill all the people in town. If you open your mouth, that's it. Exactly, I'm sick of it."

In Zoog's bitter tone, Gallum smiles all the time.

"You've got a lot of blood on you."

"I don't feel that much blood! Hey, Shru."

Until then, Shushul, who had been silent and refrained from behind Garam, is suddenly swayed and stuck in words.

Gallum blew out undisturbed at Zoog, who looked sorry for this niece's unexpected betrayal.

And Zoog, who was grumpy and sniffled, raised a small voice, "Whoa."

Lord Soma and your sister are here.

When Gallum turned his gaze, the Ethereal Horse was just about to walk over from inside the hall.

Garam opens his eyes to the appearance of his own sister following behind him as usual. That's because Shemr had unfamiliar things in his hands.

"Is that... shackles and bags?

In the distance, but what Shemr was holding in his hands was like a wooden shackle that fixed the neck and hands of a slave and a small bag.

"What's your sister going to do with that?

Gallum shakes his head at Zoog's words when he sees what is similarly in Shemr's hands.

"I don't know. Perhaps Soma has some idea."

Gallum couldn't even imagine what the Ethereal Horse was thinking.

However, his account, polished by diving through many dead lines, is firmly complaining that something extraordinary is about to happen.

To the little human boy who stood in front of those who followed his own sister and were slaves, Gallam somehow felt his neck hair rebel.

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The Ethereal Horse, standing in front of the people gathered in the square, was overwhelmed by the gaze gathered at him.

Hundreds of people filling in front of them are just gazing at one of themselves. It became an intangible pressure, as if trying to crush the little body of the Ethereal Horse.

But gripping his fist so hard, the Ethereal Horse decides to be ready.

And when he breathed all over his chest, he stood up to the pressure losing.

"I commanded the Zoans, I got this town, I let you go, it's Aoima Kizaki!

Among those who were already slaves, the matter of the Ethereal Horse was conveyed by some, such as Dvarin.

But from the word "man who could follow Zoan, the champion of the plains," what they had in mind was a warring brave man with a mundane face, or a schemer who could not be eaten by simmering or baking. But what actually appeared before them was a funny boy who could be described as pure, unlike such a figure.

From among those who were slaves, it is also impossible for a skeptical whisper to leak.

But when he had already convinced Zoog and others that he had a similar experience, the Ethereal Horse had no intention of clearing up the suspicion with words. Because I was learning that it would be more effective to show off one fact than to preach it in a million words.

"Now I know what you guys care about. I wonder what we're going to do with you!

Those who watched the Ethereal Horse with suspicion also have to be serious if the content of the story becomes their treatment. Shut your mouth and listen to what the Ethereal Horse will say and try to get yourself on board.

"I am entrusted with all discretion regarding your treatment!

That being said, the Ethereal Horse points to the Garam and Zoog in the corner of the square. With that in mind, the two nodded and showed in exaggerated manner so that they could see everyone in the square.

Those who were slaves are once again amazed by the fact that the boy in front of them really follows the Zoans. From their faces, who gazed back at the Ethereal Horse again, the colours that doubted or insulted the Ethereal Horse had disappeared.

A pale horse who felt such a change in their skin and gained ample comfort pronounced the words they would seek most in full.

"You are free! I'm no longer a slave!

The fact of being freed from slavery was put into words again, and those who were slaves cheered. He holds the shoulders of fellow members of the same race who were next to him, even the figure of one who is in tears.

Before such a crowd rejoiced, the Ethereal Horse merely closed his eyes and cleared his ears to their cheers, and did not try to say anything more.

After a while, the cheers of those who were at last slaves quietly go.

When the temporal fever of joy cools down, a scrupulous sense of crisis brings a head to them. Just because you're free from slavery, that's not the end of it. Everyone on this occasion understood that there could be no such thing as a massive slave revolt left unattended by humans.

But the Ethereal Horse, who was supposed to answer the anxiety of such people, merely stumbled before them.

Everyone begins to feel more anxious about the appearance of a pale horse who keeps his eyes gently closed and silent.

Finally, one Dwarf, who had become impatient with it, stood up and asked the Ethereal Horse.

"What do we do?!"

From all around, there is a voice of consent saying, "Yes, yes."

And when the pale horse opened his eyes, he slowly looked around at the people gathered there.

"I thought you said you were free. Whatever you want!

Not only those who were slaves, but also the warriors of Zoan, who were surrounding them, raise their voices to that impassioned narrative.

Because in the plan they were listening to, they were supposed to call on the freed slaves to fight against the coming human army.

The gaze of Zoan's warriors gathers in nature and in the two Garam and Zug who lead them.

They were also upset by the unscheduled statement of the Ethereal Horse, but pushed it inside and pretended to be calm. If they showed upset, they had to hide it desperately just because they knew it would spread to their countrymen. But they, who bear the responsibility of their respective families, will be the ones who most wanted to question the Ethereal Horse on this occasion.

Instead, one of the dwarves who was a slave rose up.

"I heard you fight the human army, is that true?!"

Besides, the Ethereal Horse gives a big nod and looks.

"True. We have to fight the coming human army!

To that answer, those who were finally slaves found their way.

"Then we fight too!

"Yes, yes! Revenge!"

"Bring the humans who enslaved us to the Blood Festival!

Gallum, who was listening to that, thought it was good.

The Ethereal Horse did not call for cooperation, let alone impose, but let those who were slaves voluntarily choose to fight humans.

Those who decide to fight at their will, not because others have told them to, are strong.

The Ethereal Horse turned those who were slaves into warriors who fought at their will, Garam thought.

But it was a total mistake.

"Say no!

Everyone and he doubted his ears about the rejection of the Ethereal Horse, which he hadn't even imagined.