Hakai no Miko

The Zoans, the parties to the battle, were originally unlikely to reject this Ethereal Horse from among those who were slaves but could see some way ahead.

The Crusaders of Holmea, who would be turned over, should come with as much force as they can to kill Zoan and all those who were slaves together. In contrast, there is no way that those who were slaves can refuse to enter the war and fight only with Zoan.

Anxiety, suspicion, suspicion, confusion.

Those emotions swirled and the blurring leaked everywhere in the square. Everyone wanted to hear the sincerity of their refusal to join the war, but the Ethereal Horse continues to observe silence just by looking out for people who shudder.

When he realized that he was waiting for everyone to try to hear his story in the figure of a pale horse who never tried to open his mouth, he shut his mouth from nobody and people began to wait for the words of the pale horse.

Realizing that all those on the spot were waiting for their words, the Ethereal Horse begins to speak in a calm tone.

"Everybody, you're mistaken. Does everyone think this is a crappy slave revolt? By the Holmeer National Army, you think it's a revenge play for slaves who are not enough to take, who will soon be suppressed and finished?

For those who had been dropped by slaves to lick their hard acids, revenge on humans was nothing more than a legitimate act. It was a ritual of regeneration to regain one's pride and return to another.

But the Ethereal Horse broke that it was not enough to take.

And those who were slaves felt angry, thinking that their thoughts had been lightened.

On the verge of that anger about to erupt, the Ethereal Horse said in a strong tone.

"But that's not it! Our battle is not about rebellion or revenge!

The people who were about to turn their anger, were bewildered.

They think they're being taken lightly, and they say they're not. On the contrary, I say it is not a small one.

Everyone spreads confusion without understanding what the Ethereal Horse is saying.

And as he followed into that confusion, the Ethereal Horse emitted his words sharply.

"Guys! Look who's next door!

Fished by the words of the Ethereal Horse, they all looked around themselves.

"It could be Zoan there. Could be a dwarf. Maybe Dinosaurian.

But whatever race it is, it is the wounded who are there. Those who were hurt by irrational violence.

And it is also you yourselves.

You are weak people who have been trampled on in dignity, deprived of their freedom of mind and body and wounded, simply because you are heterogeneous.

If you close your eyes, you will see your abusive masters whipping you like cattle. Clarify your ears and you will hear the curses of slave directors trying to break your hearts "

In the words, some touched the marks of the whip that still remained on his back. And a man scratched his wrist, which was shackled for a long time. Some also covered their ears with both hands, trying to block the curse still heard from the back of their ears. And some of them were ashamed of their burnt marks, and concealed them.

But the Ethereal Horse scolds them.

"But now you are not the wounded weak! You have now regained your freedom and dignity with your own hands and become strong!

For those who were exposed to their hard past and cast a dark shadow on their hearts, the words felt as if they were a glimmer of light. Even if it is a deliberately created shadow and light, we cannot help but cling to it.

To the words of the Ethereal Horse, those who were slaves there nodded greatly.

However, the pale horse is not satisfied with that degree of reaction and calls for more.

"Are you weak?! Strong?! What do you think?!"

In response, a few first said, "We're the strong ones! scream." Then, in the wake of it, those around them raise their voices in harmony with one another. It's like a ripple that spreads across the water, spreading to all the people who were on the spot.

Remembering the hard past when I was a slave, those who were nagging had always tendered their chests, tided their cheeks, and raised their voices loudly.

The Ethereal Horse, who has been watching the sight for some time, raises her hand slightly, anticipating the fit.

It's just that.

Only, that's all the noisy people were quiet back.

It wasn't like someone ordered me to or included me to do so. Yet, at some point, they were blinded by every little human child standing before them, waiting for words to be spoken out of their mouths.

"Then I ask you, the strong ones! What is our enemy to fight for?!"

Until just a moment ago, no one suspected that the enemy was human.

But to the words spoken so far by the Ethereal Horse, they already had a hunch that it couldn't be such an easy answer. For this reason, no one can find a word to answer the query of the Ethereal Horse, and look at each other in the face.

The Ethereal Horse, who confirmed that there was no one to answer, shouted along with a great gesture.

"Are the enemies the slave traders who whipped you? No! That's just a trinket! So is that the ecclesiastical religion that determined you people to be inferior races?! No! Those are the fools who believe in the crap of a freak, who died so long ago! So the very species that say human?! That's different too!

It was a denial of existing thinking.

If those who were slaves on this occasion, they would give each and every one of them that comes to mind as enemies, and deny them all.

This is wrong! You guys are thinking wrong!

People who were so denied got lost in their way of thinking. Lost is anxiety, anxiety is fear. In order to escape that fear, man seeks what is to be tremendous.

"Is that why?! Without humans, no one will be enslaved? That's not true! Without humans, the next race with power enslaves the others. If it's gone, the next race will do the same thing again. Even if all other races perish, they will now be born among them who have abused (been) slaves and slaves.

Now at this time, a companion who was shouldering next door to share the joy of being freed from slavery turns into tomorrow's slave and his abusive master.

Is that allowed?! No, you can't be forgiven! You're wrong about that! Mistakes have to be right!

And the Ethereal Horse slammed a great answer on the hearts of the lost, on the hearts of those who sought what was to be done.

"The enemy we need to fight is this world! It's how this wrong world works itself!

That's an insane story.

It was too much of a story.

Usually, it's too grand a story to smile at as stupid as that.

But that's why the word is strongly engraved in people's minds.

"Does the sun change the brilliance by dividing the species?! Does the rain fall by dividing the species?! Do you choose the species to visit at night?! Does the earth treat the species separately?!

There can't be that!

Originally, the world was equal to all. The greed of those with some power has caused the world to falter!

But the truth is different!

Your souls, your will, are free! And no race, no superiority or inferiority there, no nobility in blood muscles or family lines! We're all equal!

Freedom and equality.

That word, which no one could hear, somehow sounded so fascinating.

"To defend the dignity, freedom and equality we have won! For the brethren next to you! For those you love who would stand next to you! For the children who would follow you! To that end..."

From the passion until then, he hit and changed. The pale horse said with a gentle smile.

"Let's make a country"

The word smudged the hearts of all who were listening like water covered in dry sand.

And with a little more heat than earlier, I say it over and over again.

"Let's make our country. Our land of freedom and equality! With our hands!

This is not just a rebellion! Not even revenge! I don't need someone to fight with that!! This is a fight to make our country!

But once turned, the Ethereal Horse turns his face sadly, he turns away with his eyes closed.

"But that's the path to misery. Those who have distorted and profited from the world will surely try to erase us in order to preserve their selfish desires.

They are mighty enemies. Fight them and many will be hurt and lose their lives. "

The Ethereal Horse, who returned to everyone the face he was turning away from, protruded his fist firmly gripped against heaven.

"But at the end of that sacrifice, there must be our country! Our country!

A harsh reality poked out and an ideal at its end. The more intense that discrepancy is, the more hearts and minds are shaken by it.

When the Ethereal Horse took the shackles of the tree and the small bag from Shemr's hand, which he had refrained from next door, he first showed the shackles of the tree raised high.

"Still, if you fear death and want to live long enough to abandon your dignity and freedom, put this shackle on your own neck and return to the filthy slave hut! Live whipped and cursed like a livestock!

The shackles of a tree thrown by the Ethereal Horse rolled down the ground with a ragged noise.

Then, the next thing you know, list the little bags high.

"If you're afraid to fight and want to escape, take this silver coin and get out of the city! Keep running till you die, frightened by the fear of when you might be hunted out by humans!

When the small bag thrown by the Ethereal Horse fell to the ground, silver coins made a noise from it and scattered all over the ground.

"Come on, choose!

The voice of the Ethereal Horse echoes in a quiet square, overwhelmed by what is spoken.

Everyone was confused.

Without understanding what is too far from common sense within us.

Everyone was lost.

We feel something hot that we can't explain ourselves even if we don't understand.

One Dwarf rises up in a square dominated by such severe tensions.

It was doverlin.

He draws his companions together and advances to the front of the Ethereal Horse.

Everyone on the spot noticed what Dvarin was going to do.

The Ethereal Horse, who followed all the courage without, and who seemed to be able to play patsy if touched, also waited for the word of Dvarin.

It could piss you off. They might laugh. I might not even get them to do it.

Trembling with anxiety inside, like the blame to be given the last judgment in the presence of God, the Ethereal Horse awaited the verdict of the Dwarf in front of him.

And Doverlyn shouted out loudly as she breathed much smaller.

"I don't need wood or silver!

Pointing his wretched right arm up his palm toward the palm of a palm horse.

"Give me the iron!

A tree is a shackle; a silver is a silver coin.

And iron is a weapon made of iron.

Doverlin demanded no iron weapon to fight, neither a shackle to be a slave, nor a silver coin to flee.

The Dwarves and Dinosaurians who perceived it rose.

"That's right! Give me some iron, too!

"Give us some iron, too!

"Iron! Give me the iron!!"

Everyone shouted at him, lifting his clenched fists to heaven.

You can't stay or stay in the fierce emotion that sprays from the back of your chest, you step hard on the spot, and scream and scream at your throat.

And it struck him with his fervour, and even Zoan rose up, and lifted up his fists into heaven, and said unto him spoken.

"" Iron! Iron!! "

The Ethereal Horse, bathed throughout his body in its zealous cry, realized that at some point he could no longer see the figure of Shemr standing next to him.

No. Shemr was still there.

I thought I couldn't see it because Shemr, who stood trying to protect the Ethereal Horse, was kneeling on the spot at some point. Deeply bowing her head toward the pale horse, she was wet with tears that flooded her cheeks.

"It's Soma. It's my" you under the umbilical. "I am proud to have dedicated all of this soul, heart and flesh to you. You are my" You Under the Umbrella "! You are everything to me!

Shemru seemed like he could do something about his head.

I even feel like a hot blood tide is refluxing my blood vessels as it burns, and a pore called a pore all over my body is freed and my joy is drooling.

If I saw the face of the Ethereal Horse properly in this condition, I was frightened of the feeling that what I was suppressing in me would be unleashed, and I could only lay down my face and repeat the name of the "you under the umbilical" she adored.

So I didn't realize.

The face of a pale horse staring down at herself was still distorted from crying out.