Hakai no Miko

There were two humans watching the fae shouting enthusiastically beside the square.

He is Assistant Commander Marcronis Squadron, called from the fort as a consultant on the responses and measures to be taken after the drop of the human city, and Captain Setius Platoon.

"What blue-smelling kid justice. What's getting hot in the worldly myth"

Marcronis smiles bitterly at Setius for throwing up so much.

"If you say so, open that hard gripping fist before you do."

Setius blushed when he saw his fist all the time.

He shifts his eyes from his men, who shyly hide his fists on his back, to the piazza where enthusiasm swirls again, says Marcronis.

"Sure, it's justice for a blue-smelling kid"

And Marcronis sighed loudly, as he also exhaled the enthusiasm he was feeling.

"But that rocks the hearts of the men"

Those who have received life as men in this world will once dream of becoming heroes defeating immense evil or lords of every castle in every country.

Marcronis is one of them again. Ever since I was a boy, I've held my sword and kept running grumpy toward my dreams.

But reality is brutal. Every time I dive through the battlefield, I am reminded that an unnamed mercenary will become the Lord of every castle in every country. It is only a dream story. And I was starting to worry more about today's food support than how long I'd only talk about tomorrow's dreams.

Still, the remnants of my childhood dreams are still dull in my chest.

And now one boy was about to run out toward something bigger than his own unfulfilled dreams - no.

Fall halfway down the path of dreams, just like ourselves? Or does it really get to the end of your dreams?

Marcronis wanted to see how far that boy could go.

Besides, even if the Ethereal Horses are suppressed by the Holmeer Nation, Marcronis will only be taken for failing to defend the fort. You just need to demote it, but you should probably be ready to behead.

Then it might be interesting to follow these hot chest thoughts at once.

"Hmm. That's not bad either..."

From what Marcronis has seen, Zoan and those who were slaves have not formed an army. Also, dropping the city of Bornis doesn't seem to know how to handle it.

Then there must be a place where you can harness your knowledge and experience.

"I don't know. You're not worthy of your age. Your chest is jumping."

When Setius turned around surprised by that disturbing soliloquy, Marcronis was shining his eyes as if he were a child.

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Even when the sun fell, the zeal of Zoan and those who were slaves never cooled.

They gather at and around the Lords' residence and talk to each other like everyone was excited. Moreover, surprisingly, those who talk to each other are never of the same race.

If Zoan speaks enthusiastically to Dwarf, next to him, Dwarf slaps Dinosaurian on the shoulder and laughs, and beyond him, Dinosaurian sticks out a cup lined with liquor to Zoan.

But that was an unlikely sight.

Naturally, the human race listed in the ecclesiastical religion is never a good relationship between the other races either. Not as good as the elves and dwarves known for their hostile relations since the age of mythology, but never and never let them step into each other's realm in any race. That is the insanity.

Even when Zoan asks Dwarf to strike a mountain knife, for example, he only has a broken exchange that tells him when to pick up a mountain knife if he communicates his request and gives him a reward.

It was unlikely, with the exception of a very small number of strangers who would be in any race, such as today's Bornis, who talk to one another about one purpose. Not to mention who could have imagined that hundreds of people of different races in this way would meet and talk to each other.

It was Shemr who was satisfied with such a sight.

Shemr couldn't wait to be glad that it was you under the umbilical who made it all up. In a raging whirlpool of joy in her chest, she could not stay or not, which was rare for her, she asked Shahata to guard the Ethereal Horse and strolled through the city alone at night.

A short distance from the Lords' residence, it was quiet as a deserted city. It was yesterday today that the city was dropped, and since it also severely restricts night out, it is also something we cannot help.

But for Shemr, who wanted to chill his head alone, that was convenient.

Walking in a light foothold as she sang a small nose song through the city illuminated by the blue and white moon, she looked up feeling like the moon had moved. She glanced up at the round moon that was about to fall apart right now on the soaring city wall, wrinkling her nose.

Just against the background of the round moon, there was someone on the city wall.

Combined with Zoan and his slaves, he can't monitor all the tens of thousands of residents in numbers to the point of surpassing a thousand. There should also be no lookout on the city walls at the behest of Ethereal Horse, who says it would be less revolting for residents to keep to the extent of limiting night out than to monitor poorly.

Shemr, who had a bad feeling about it, went up the stairs that crept up to the city wall as he pulled through the mountain knife.

Shemr, who murdered the signs and wandered over the city wall, saw something unexpected there.

"...?! A human girl?

It was one girl, dressed like a white penetrating coat, who was still on the city wall with traces of blood. The girl is spreading her hands wide and dancing around.

Shemr tried to speak up to the girl and solidified, wondering if she had snuck over the city wall at night in silence to her parents because of the uniquely powerless nature of the child.

"Ahhh! My cute, cute Ethereal Horse!

The girl obviously uttered the name of the "you under the umbilical" she adored.

Still most of the city's inhabitants should not even know the name of the Ethereal Horse but its existence. Even if I did, I don't know why I would say his name in a place like this.

This girl is clearly unusual.

Even if it's a girl, you can't miss something that could be harmful to your beloved "you under the umbilical." Shemr decided to ask this girl about it and to be prepared not to quit rough things depending on the matter.

And speak to the girl and take a step.

……

But I couldn't do that.

For some reason, my body stopped moving like it was frozen, and I wouldn't answer as if my voice had solidified in the back of my throat.

The girl continues her words as she sings, seemingly unaware of the shemur confused by the anomaly.

"Oh, my sweet Ethereal Horse. Your spark, it burns. Sparks will burn that will burn out Dinosaurian, Marman, Dwarf, Elf, Zoan, Harpuran, even humans! Frozen people try to lean against your spark for warmth. But it burns everyone with firewood, a terrible fire. Neither man nor he shall be glad to give himself to the fire for thee, to call thy name, to burn out!

WHAT?! WHAT IS THIS GIRL?!

Remaining consolidated like a statue, Shemru raised a voice of doubt that resembled a scream in his chest.

"Finally, He sowed the seed of ruin! The wounded will lean on the great tree, which grew above its seeds, in search of peace. But it swallows the gathered, feeds it and spreads the branches, the great tree of ruin! Break everything, just one thing!

The girl says in a sweet, uncut voice as she hugs her little body with both arms.

"Oh, what a stupid Ethereal Horse. You play a hero to show us the ideals we should all strive for. To help everyone, I can't believe I fooled everyone! To fool everyone, I can't believe I fooled myself! Oh, what a stupid, funny, ugly, and what a dear Ethereal Horse"

The girl's thin, tiny feet tread the city wall. Then, as if freed from gravity, the fluttering and floating girl's body descends on the chest wall.

The girl stood on the chest wall with her back to Shemr, not even showing a bare gesture of fear, even though she would fall upside down to the bottom of the city wall if she made a mistake.

"To lead everyone, empty you decorate the upper edge and play a false hero. The contents of the box, beautifully decorated only at the top, are empty.

No, it's the real you in there. A very small, weak, timid, and very horrible real you. "

The girl gently bends her fingers and aligns her hands in one.

"The decorative boxes you hide in are big eggs. It's a big egg that produces a monster that says you. The bigger the egg, the bigger the monster inside grows. The thicker the egg shell, the more horrible the monster inside grows.

When that egg shell breaks, what kind of monster are you growing up with?

The girl cheeked lovingly at the hand that stood out on the egg to match one.

But make sure you can play the hand that was accidental, and open it.

"But if the eggs break before the monster can grow, it's all ruined. It's very, very boring."

Suddenly, he made a good noise and bent over so that the girl's neck fell behind him.

Shemr swallowed a voice that would not scream.

The girl, who drooled her long, white hair and turned her face here upside down, was obviously staring at Shemr.

In the face of the girl, illuminated by moonlight and with blue and white skin, only her eyes are glittering, glittering and radiant.

"So only you take care of your eggs, Shemr"

Shemr was afraid.

This is so old.

This is a terrible thing.

Shemr's thoughts are burned to the bright white by the unspeakable fear he experiences for the first time.

……?!

And return it to me.

The girl in front of me until earlier had disappeared neglectfully. No matter how much you look around, you haven't left a single trace of the girl.

Were you hallucinating?

But to think so, the sight I just saw was burning too intensely into Shemr's brain.

As if taking a bath in the water, Shemru wet his whole body hair with a cold sweat, wiping under his chin with a trembling hand in his small chops, he said, pounding.

"What the hell was that...?

No one could answer that.

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The proclamation of "Soma Xaki, the Son of Destruction", made in this square of Bornis, later becomes known as the "Declaration of Iron" and as the first reference to freedom and equality in this continent of Cerdeas.

At that time, it was a time when we still couldn't get out of the myth. The exchangers ruled the country by calling themselves the proxies and incarnations of God, and many ignorant people believed in it, and proceeded on their own to embrace the system of control of the exchangers.

In those times, "Soma Xaki, Son of Destruction", who could have had the philosophy of freedom and equality, was just heresy - no, it could be said that it was heterogeneous.

That is so much so that even Socras, his (or) great historian, "wants to seriously test the legend that he was a visitor from different worlds, spreading at the time to deify the Son of Destruction," he writes in his own book.

However, only a very limited number of historians commend this "declaration of iron" as a real, groundbreaking reference to freedom and equality.

According to most historians, this is nothing more than a mass fan by Soma.

In one part of the world, there is an adage: "He who falls into hell even asks for the thread of a spider". It means that those in distress or distress will desperately try to cling to it, even if it is as fine and sliceable as a spider's thread.

Exactly, for Zoan and those who were slaves, I guess Soma's words were "spider thread".

Perhaps none of those present at this time really understood the meaning of the words Soma said freedom and equality.

But for the Zoans, who are pushed into disadvantage and feel blocked by the future, Soma's words that make them expect something new, even if they don't understand it, were enough to make their breasts hot.

All the more so if they were slaves. It is not hard to imagine Soma's words saying that he would give dignity, freedom and equality, which had been dropped and taken away by slaves, would have sounded sweet.

This "iron proclamation" was an attempt to unify the will of the fae, who had fallen apart, by using the sweet word "freedom and equality" to grasp the hearts and minds of the people, and by presenting what would be the basis for saying "our country".

Although the "declaration of iron" thus greatly divided the evaluation, it takes a single view on the following:

That is, "the 'declaration of iron' made by 'Soma Kisaki, Son of Destruction' was nothing more than a declaration of war against everything in the world at the time, including the state and social sentiments".

And as if to prove it, those led by "Soma Xaki, the Son of Destruction" gladly threw their lives on the battlefield, in the name of freedom and equality, and the Son of Destruction, for everyone, regardless of race or previous circumstances.