Hakai no Miko

The Ethereal Horse, who left the training to Shru and Gurkaka, decided to take only those who were the Lord and return to the city of Bornis once.

Going through the open gates, attention is drawn to a line of Ethereal Horses from everywhere.

But that's not impossible either.

There are two iconic men named Garam and Zoog, Dwarf's dwarfing beard and Dinosaurian jaharn gills who follow along with some words. It is impossible to tell you not to pay attention.

And the most attention-grabbing of these was Aoi Kizaki, a human boy who can be described as a weak man, who leads Shemr and Shahata with his protection.

Take it to Zoan or the fae who were slaves, the mysterious leader who suddenly appeared. If you take it to the inhabitants of the city, an invader who can follow the horrible sub-races.

The Ethereal Horse was observing the state of the city as he was about to be pressured by the curiosity and awe gaze of such people.

As far as the Ethereal Horse can tell, the state of the city of Bornis seems to have regained a lot of calm.

Initially when we dropped the city, people had disappeared from the city in any way, but a few days later, the boulevard now had a view of the chills and the inhabitants. The most inhabitants nod their faces and walk on the edge of the road to avoid useless strife with Zoan and those who were slaves. Especially when I saw the Ethereal Horse walking with everyone, the Ethereal Horse was secretly hurt to run away as if scattering spider children.

However, the atmosphere in the city has improved considerably.

That is because the policy of the Ethereal Horse, which says that he does not intend to abuse the inhabitants of the city, was also passed on among the inhabitants.

Naturally, there is no means of public relations in this world, like newspapers and radio. For this reason, if the Lords and others are to make any kind of announcement to the residents, they must gather the city's leading men, known as facial actors, at their official residences and directly convey the announcement there to the facial actors. That is what the faces say to those under their control, like a message game, spreading the word of their lords throughout the city in pyramids.

However, the Ethereal Horses and Zoan had no idea how this worked.

It was Marcronis who helped it.

"Residents are scared of anxiety, so we want you to deal with it immediately"

While he said he had no choice because he was taking his men hostage in his mouth, he was prompted by this assistant squadron leader of the cooperative Holmeer National Army, and just now Aoi Horse tried to pay for their anxiety by telling him that when he called the city's face players together, he had no will to harm the residents in mischief, etc.

The most reassuring of those pale horse words was that if you want to leave the city, you don't blame it, and say that you should be free to take out the household wealth.

Although I had made my own decision to do so, and secretly the Ethereal Horse feared that maybe the majority of the residents would disappear, only a very small number of people actually left the city.

Though the Ethereal Horse did not understand, leaving the land where he was born and raised in this world is just as life-threatening. If you step outside the cities and villages where the guards and vigilantes are located, that's hardly the same as a lawless zone. There are many more dangerous bandits and bandits there than just natural disasters and beasts.

Even if you escape those dangers and get to other cities and villages safely, it is difficult to work or set up a residence there, unless it is so tsute. It is not an exaggeration to say that cities and villages are one world, but the more surprisingly they are closed and exclusive to the rest of us from the pale horses that have lived in modern Japan.

For that reason, he could not have left the land he was accustomed to if the obvious danger had not been imminent.

Most importantly, it is an indisputable fact that the Ethereal Horse recognized the freedom to flee the city, giving the residents peace of mind.

Returning to the Lords' residence, which they received through the city, the Ethereal Horses were seated in a courtyard in the sun to discuss future measures.

"I'm going to have everyone's training go on like that for the moment"

To the words of the Ethereal Horse, Gallum nods and shows.

"I have no objection. I want to do a lot of things, but I'd rather do one thing for sure than get my hands on it badly."

"Good training, but what about the weapons?

Doverine answered that Zoog question by buying control of arms and materials and leaving.

"If you don't even like or dislike weapons, the numbers are right. But the problem is with the armor. All the protective equipment you can do is for humans, so it doesn't suit us. Once we're apart, we'll have to rebuild it so we can wear it."

"How long is it going to take to get everyone?

To the question of the Ethereal Horse, Dvarin often contemplates as he strokes his rich beard.

"I don't... We'll have to prepare training and materials, so it'll take us ten days or so no matter how hard we try."

"So you can make it? Shouldn't you be tying your human protective gear to your body with a string or something like that?

In the present situation, where we do not even know when the Crusaders will come, Zug's proposal is not wrong. But it is still a dwarf there with a strong commitment to production.

"Are you going to fool us?! Shame on you for such clueless armor!

To Dvarin, who said so, the Ethereal Horse told him to teach.

"I want everyone's life to be a priority now, even in shame."

"... I get it"

I can understand what the Ethereal Horse has to say, but Doverlin, who can't quite reconcile himself with his pride as a Dwarf in himself, says as if he's been plucked.

Still, Ethereal Horse doesn't say anything more because he believes that Doverlin is the one who does what he needs to do. Also, that's why Dvarin couldn't get out strong either, and eventually it broke.

In discussing the measures against the Crusaders in such a vehement manner, Garam noticed his sister in the way she said she was not here in her heart.

"What's the matter, fangs?"

Gallum whispered small enough not to get in the way of the debate, but Shemr doesn't even seem to notice. When eventually Garam pokes his shoulder small, Shemru finally looks up haha.

…… What's wrong?

Until now, Garam frowns at the reaction of Shemr and others, who have always been careful in these forums of debate, in order to assist Ethereal Horses, who are oblivious to the common sense of this world.

In retrospect, even when Jaharngil called the Ethereal Horse a kid earlier, it was weird. If he knew Shemr, it wouldn't have been weird eating at Jaharn Gill at that time.

"Something's wrong with you these days. Sometimes, you seem to think of something, but what's wrong?

"Nothing"

"Are you sure you're okay?

"It's Raging Fangs. I'm a woman too. Though my sister, how would you like to ask a woman to dig for roots and leaves?

It was a far-fetched rejection. If you say so, I can't force you to ask questions, even as a gallam. Shemr was filled with regret for his brother, who pulled back with an uninterrupted face.

What has cast a dark shadow on Shemr's mind over the past few days is about the mysterious girl she saw that night when the Ethereal Horse issued a declaration in front of everyone.

When I remember, I still have chills running down my spine and cold sweats flowing.

That's very bad stuff.

Shemr's intuition complained, like a big storm that blows everything up, like a large swarm of grass-eating pests, a mighty and vicious force that can never be resisted by the power of man.

The response is set when I meet those things.

And you don't confront it head-on, you avoid it even, you keep waiting for it to go away.

Originally, Shemr wanted to do the same.

Everything I saw then was a dream or an illusion, and I saw nothing, just block my eyes and ears that I didn't listen.

But all this time, it didn't. Because that was the name of Shemr's "You under the umbilical cord", the Ethereal Horse.

Plus, I even left a prophecy that the Ethereal Horse would be a horrible monster.

Shemr sees the pale horse softly.

From the Ethereal Horse, who is stretching his spine and desperately fighting everyone to argue, I can't feel a single scale or anything of a horrible monster at all. After all, Shemr wondered if that was just an illusion, but still couldn't help but feel something like a lump in his chest.

As if to shake it off, Shemr gently shakes her head to the left and right.

I don't know if it was a dream or a fantasy, or if it was a demon visited all over the darkness of the night. But now is not the time to be confused by such things, Shemr tells herself so strongly that she concentrates her consciousness on the argument.

That's how the debate was also underway while Shemr was troubled.

"After all, it hurts not to have information on the Crusaders"

The Ethereal Horse blurred so much amid a hard time deciding what to do.

The Ethereal Horses couldn't even make that prediction about how big and when the Crusaders would come.

That is because the Ethereal Horses were unable to obtain information about the Holmeer Country.

There is a saying that those who control information control the world. Even comics and novels known to Ethereal Horse, enemy information was important, and in some cases even used for trump cards. For this reason, Aoima also tried to obtain information about the Holmeer National Army from the captured soldiers who were the city's defensemen.

But that was over unwell.

That is because the prisoners, who they believe will be soon freed by the Crusaders, did not try to break their mouths so that they would not be blamed for leaking information.

Jahangil breathed in such a human attitude that he would be tortured if he did not break his mouth, but the Ethereal Horse could not admit it. That was not only because the Ethics of the Modern World, where the Ethics of Ethereal Horses were also required to treat prisoners humanely, but also because they believed that it would be a major scourge in ruling the city in the future.

But if that doesn't leave the Crusaders too, it all ends up in futile consideration. I couldn't help but fight if I didn't get this much information, and I couldn't help but worry if I should have even tortured Ethereal Horse to get information.

"Now, we don't know how big our enemies are and when they're coming. I think we'll have to keep our reconnaissance as close as possible and wait for them to come out."

Unexpected words returned to the Ethereal Horse, who somehow proposed the means of the next good.

"If it's the size of a crusader, it's probably four thousand less, six thousand more."

That said, he was the assistant commander of the Marcronis Squadron, who had been here at some point.

"What do you mean?

With eyes like seeing something frivolous, Garam says.

That was the word Marcronis himself deliberately threw at taking the initiative to divulge vital military information. But Marcronis dares to misinterpret it as a search for a basis for the numbers he gave it.

"The strength of the Holmeer nation is roughly 20,000. Half of these are divided as preparations for the Romanian state in the east. The remaining 10,000 will also include troops that cannot be moved, such as Kingsguards in Wangdu and policing units everywhere. Subtracting this, there are only about four to six thousand left to move quickly"

With that said, Marcronis naturally joins the car seat.

"The strength of your troops when you attacked this city has already been conveyed by the missionaries sent out by the defense. Plus those who were freed slaves would be to the point of surpassing a thousand.

If we are to drop cities with these city walls, we need more than three times the strength of our protectors, so the crusader force required is roughly more than four thousand. Even if it's just the National Army that can move quickly, there's still enough. "

Everyone hears the words of Marcronis spoken with seriousness.

"Unlike the national army, which is a standing army, the private soldiers of the Lords are not something that can be moved quickly, for example, in the management of the territory. Except if I can afford the time, this rebellion - oops, excuse me. Try Holmeer. It is difficult for the rebellion to fly all over the place. He'll want to crush you as soon as possible."

So Marcronis squeezed his hair when he smiled bitterly.

"And there's another reason I want to crush you guys as soon as possible. Your honor, Vritas, who you have secured, the lord, is the younger brother of His Majesty the King."

To the words, everyone who was just on the spot turned their eyes to surprise.

"The pioneering of the Sorbiant Plains is taking place under the aegis of the Royal Family of Holmea. To that end, he had handed out His Highness as lord to this city of Bornis, which was at its forefront. But I have been held back by you by His Royal Highness the King's brother, and the royal face is rounded. As His Majesty the King, as soon as possible, he will want to suppress the rebels and free His Royal Highness the King.

Think of it that way, if you can crush just an army that can move quickly rather than take the time to mobilize soldiers now, you think you've never been over it "

The Ethereal Horse recalls, if you ask me.

When Gallum faced the man who said he was the lord who held him back, he did say he was great about himself, claiming he could get a lot of ransom. Now that I think about it, it was a strange story about where that ransom would come from when my territory was taken away. But this is how it happened.

"Still, we need to inspect the soldiers' gear and get food from thousands of people. Besides, you'll need a siege weapon to drop this many cities protected by city walls. It will take more than a week just to prepare for that."

"A week?

When the Ethereal Horse asks Shemr with her gaze if that's the same thing as the world she was in, she tells me immediately with what she learned too.

"It's about the Seven Days that start with God's Day of Fire, followed by water, earth, wind, beast and bird, and end with God's Day of Man"

He called it a different day of the week, but apparently understood that it was the same seven days as modern Japan, and the Ethereal Horse was horrified.

There is no such thing as a Sunday on holiday in modern society, but it is a little later that the Ethereal Horse learns about it.

"Don't take nearly three weeks to get here, no matter how early you are, after all those preparations and finally through the city of L'Oma from the King's Capital"

In a situation where the unification of the Decree is still elusive, three weeks seems long and short. The Ethereal Horse, who considered it advantageous to buy as much time as possible, spoke of an idea.

"Is it possible to negotiate with King Holmeer using the figure of the King's brother who is caught?

"I can't do that."

Marcronis, I assure you.

"To be clear, His Royal Highness Brother Wang has a terrible reputation. Just incompetent and inert, or enjoyable. He gathered all human or heterogeneous female slaves in the private residence of Wang Capital and immersed them in banquets that were deceitful to speak of, and made many mistakes to soothe important national matters. To that end, he was made lord in the form of a half-expulsion into the city.

If I were to be put on the bargaining table, I would ignore you and attack the city. Even if he was killed with it, he would only use it as a material to inspire the soldiers that it was the revenge of His Royal Highness the King. Your Majesty, I'm sure I've risked my entire fortune to do so. "

Because you say so much, you should give up negotiating with your brother Wang.

The Ethereal Horse dropped his eyes on a map around here that was spread out in the middle of the car seat.

The enemy is at least four thousand large armies. You can't do it properly and win. Conversely, we should figure out a way not to fight properly.

If you do, this is the only place.

The Ethereal Horse who thought so noted one point on the map. And when I put my finger on my jaw as it is, I think about it still.

Doverlyn, who thought this pale horse was silent because the debate was stuck, cut out like this.

"This is no longer a cage fight."

And the gallam shows the difficulty.

"But we Zoan don't like to fight in cages somewhere."

Today the greatest power of war among those who follow the Ethereal Horse is the Zoans. However, if it is also a cage castle battle, Zoan's greatest strength, manoeuvre, cannot be used, and he can't wield enough power.

"So you're going into more than 4,000 crusaders?

But in return for this doverlin, Garam was stuck in words.

Gallum is brave but not stupid. The stories of his own parents who had once suffered catastrophic defeat after committing reckless assaults against the Holmea National Army had been heard so much that octopuses could be heard in their ears. That's not why I can't tread on my parents.

Gallum raised his hands to shoulder height, as he also said surrendering.

"I can't help being mean. If it's a cage fight, we'll follow orders."

Besides, Dvarin nodded satisfactorily and showed it.

"In three weeks, there's going to be a lot of work on the city gates and walls. Oh, I'll have to check the food and the ingredients."

Dwarves in this world are not only known for their excellence in manufacturing technology, but also for their strength in base defense warfare. When I could wield my full arm in my area of expertise, I was a doverlin who felt the excitement of blood boiling down.

"It's Soma. I think we have nothing but a cage fight, but what do you think?

That Dvarin's words felt more like asking for approval than asking for an opinion, but no one disagreed with it. For everyone thought that, as things stand, there is only the Battle of Cage Castle.

But the Ethereal Horse said something that would drain everyone's liver.

"I think I'm going to strike out more than defend myself in the city."