Hakai no Miko

Standing at the window, Shemr clears her ears to the sound of a drum that is beaten in the distance. What the clap of a drum to be beaten means is' raid ',' failure ',' enemy 'and' trap '.

"The raid failed. There was a trap in the enemy."

There is a breathtaking sign of the pale horse behind it in the words.

…… I knew it. Mr. Garam and Mr. Zug, are you okay?! "

"Relax, Soma. I can't hear the drums."

Shemr tells me, the Ethereal Horse rushes to shut his mouth.

Subsequently slapped drum claps are: 'retreat', 'lose', 'ten', 'four' and 'fellow'. 'Losing' is a strongly contained way of hitting that means saying you lost something rather than failing. That would mean we could have retreated but lost something. And it is normal to think of it as something that the following 'ten', 'four' and 'fellow' have lost.

"I was able to retreat, but I lost fourteen compatriots"

Shemr mouths what the sound of a pale drum tells him, but still feels reprimanded for failing to spot the enemy trap, and bites at the sweetness of his outlook.

As the sound of the drums continued further, Shemr doubted his ears.

Shemr is not the only one. When the Zoans who were on the spot stood up in a nasty manner, they stopped by the window and cleared their ears to the sound of the drums.

Important information is always set to be struck twice to ensure it is conveyed. If not mistakenly heard, the same drum clap should be struck.

And the same drum clap was still beaten.

Shemr almost unconsciously mouths what the drum sounds told him.

"The enemy, the black beast"

"Black Beast......?

Shemr, who returned to me to the voice of the Ethereal Horse asking him back, exhaled loudly as he exhaled the anger in his chest. So, Shemr, who has regained a lot of calm, tells the Ethereal Horse.

"It was once a flag raised by an enemy who defeated all of our Zoan clan allies in the plains."

Instead of the one pale horse I don't understand right now, it was Marcronis who changed his blood phase.

"Is that about a flag with a lion's side in gold thread on the black ground?

"Shishi? If that's about the beast that grew my hair, yes..."

To Shemr's answer, Marcronis was struck and cursed as the earth leaned.

"That flag is the flag of General Darius...!

"General Darius? Do you know that?

Though severely upset, he manages to answer the words of the Ethereal Horse.

"You can't possibly not know. He was called the best general in Holmea. But no way, Your Excellency himself...?!"

I'm in the Holmeer National Army and there's no way I don't know General Darius. Marcronis also used to wave spears under General Darius several times.

But it was unexpected that General Darius would come out leading the crusaders himself. Regardless of the battle of his rival Romanian opponent, these days he would have pushed young officers on the grounds of his own age if it was the extent of the insurgency in the country. Of course, it's convenient to say you're old, because of your intention to get young officers to gain real-time experience, but I just assumed that this time around.

"General Darius......"

The Ethereal Horse finally spoke to bite off the name of the enemy general he knew.

"What kind of person is it?

"He's going to have a tough, solid fight. Don't insult (ah, etc.) the opponent, never proud (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! That's the one."

That's a nasty opponent. Especially when there are few allies and many enemies like this one, it is considered the norm to poke the enemy general's chronic mind and guard against alarm. But from the handiwork that sees through this ambush and traps us the other way around, I can't feel any chronic or alarmed, as Marcronis said.

The Ethereal Horse endures wanting to sit back with his head in his arms and strikes every hand he can think of right now.

"Contact Mr. Gallam. Just stick a few warriors in the Crusaders and tell them to hurry back!

Even in a few, if you can see Zoan, you should be alert to the raid and that march's legs will be slower. We need to buy some time and figure out a way to open it in the meantime. Take that instruction and one of the warriors rushes to hit the drum.

Then, as he leaves the room to Marcronis, he sneaks up on Zoan's warriors to tighten his surveillance. Because from what he looked like when he gave you General Darius' name, it's not necessarily possible to do anything for this period.

In addition, the Ethereal Horse, who felt it necessary to check on other Zoan's condition from Shemr, who was equally severely upset, told Shemr.

"Sheml. I'm sorry, but I need to see how everyone outside the city is doing."

Zoan, who lived on a wide plain, did not like the surrounding environment and therefore lived on a plain outside the city walls, except for the warriors needed to maintain the city's security.

"Oh. Well, let's go together"

To Shemr, who naturally intended to go with the Ethereal Horse, the Ethereal Horse shook his neck to the side.

"Sorry. Just go Shemr. If I were you, everyone might hide their true intentions."

She was hesitant to act differently from the Ethereal Horse, but she also knew it was a situation she couldn't say otherwise. Still quite reluctant, he speaks to Shahata, who was nearby.

"Shahata, I'm sorry, but I need Soma's escort."

"I'll take care of it, son."

When Shahata agreed comfortably, Shemr finally left the spot behind.

As such, after sending Shemr out, the Ethereal Horse sneers disappointingly.

It sucks.

The Ethereal Horse drops his eyes on a map spread over his desk. From the bridge to Bornis, where we are, there was no longer a place where we were likely to be ambushed. I also thought about launching a night raid where I was camping, but the opponent who saw through this ambush can't possibly anticipate that level of offense now.

But I didn't think I could win the field battles or the Cage Castle battles properly, although not very much.

"What do we do? What am I supposed to do?

But there's no way I can think of a better idea so easily right now.

Abandon the city and temporarily retreat to the plains?

That's an idea that comes to mind, but I know it's only going to be a moment. To his impudence, where his thoughts were leaning toward such escape, the Ethereal Horse put a pinch of drink (and) to pinch both cheeks himself.

But I beat him harder than I thought, and the spark scatters in front of me instead of drinking.

At that moment, a heaven flashed behind the brain of the Ethereal Horse.

…… That's right. You got that!

At that time, the Ethereal Horse came up with something used by the protagonist who was summoned to another world just like himself in light novels and comics that he had read in modern Japan.

If we can make that happen, we can literally blow the current predicament and so on.

It was such an idea of resurrection.

Shahata rushes after the pale horse trying to jump out of the room.

"Lord Soma! Where are you going?

The Ethereal Horse looked back at Shahata with a fast leg and said:

"Blacksmith! I'm going to see Mr. Doverlyn!

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The vacant land outside the city of Bornis had now become a blacksmith for the Dwarves. Surrounded by windswept clashes, several furnaces burst into flames, and the sound of beating red-baked iron breaking the tympanic membrane.

It was Dvarin who headed this blacksmith. Instructions from Dvarin, who was not only a leading warrior, but also a craftsman enough to have been entrusted with one of the workshops in the obsidian kingdom of his homeland, made supplies for weapons and caged castles all day and night.

The Ethereal Horse, who jumped into the blacksmith with Shahata, himself finds Dvarin facing the gold floor with a hammer (one) naked in his upper body.

"Mr. Doverin, can I have a word?!"

Noticing the Ethereal Horse, who raised his voice to unbeat the sound of striking and working out the iron around him, Dvarin gives some instructions to the surrounding Dwarves before coming to the Ethereal Horse.

"It's loud and we don't talk here. Let's go outside."

When Doverlyn goes out of the blacksmith, she wears the water from the water bottle she had left drawn from her head in a wooden barrel. Doverine narrowed her mustache and dripped the water as she rose the hot air from all over her body as if wearing hot water.

"So, what can I do for you?

The Ethereal Horse asked in momentum.

"If I knew, I'd tell you, is it too much for this world to have black powder that burns or explodes with tremendous momentum when you light it?!"

"What, is that? What is a burning black powder, a burning black stone or a powdered charcoal?

A burning black stone is coal. Even in this world, Dwarves and others used coal mined from the ground as an important fuel.

"No. I also use coal powder as an ingredient, but I mixed a lot of other things to make it burn more intensely."

Dvarin twisted his head for a while, but replied with regret.

"Hmm.... sorry, but I've never heard of anything like that"

"No! It's more convenient not to know!

The Ethereal Horse grabbed his fist for a long time.

"After all, there's still no black powder in this world!

It was black gunpowder that came to mind from comics and novels about different world trip things that Ethereal Horse was reading.

Known not as black gunpowder, it is the oldest gunpowder in history, made from a mixture of charcoal, sulfur and nitrous stone.

"Now we have a winner. All you have to do is use black powder."

Exactly. I don't have time to build guns now.

But just detonating gunpowder should do you good enough. No one is surprised by the sound and light that comes out when gunpowder explodes, even in modern times when gunpowder is known. Not to mention, for a human being in this world who doesn't know black gunpowder yet, that would be an unknown fear.

The first time the Japanese encountered a weapon of black gunpowder was supposedly the "Tetsuga" used in the ex-Ko. This is a pottery vessel filled with black powder, along with countless pieces of iron, like a projectile that lights on fire and throws it at the enemy.

According to the records at this time, horseback riding and martial artists are astonished by the smoke and sound of the explosion, and many are taken away by it.

If we detonate in the same dense formation of heavy-duty spear infantry, there will certainly be havoc.

"What is that cocksucking kayak?

"It's an amazing weapon. You can make guns and bombs with this."

The Ethereal Horse told Doverlin all he knew about guns and bombs and made him listen.

It is pleasant to show people your knowledge. The Ethereal Horse also forgets that time is running out, and talks for a long time about black gunpowder as far as he knows and the weapons that used it.

Dvarin was also listening to the story of the first weapon he heard, whether the blood of a Dwarf craftsman would make a scene or shine his eyes like a child.

"Wow. That's a lot, that's amazing stuff. That cocksucker and all that."

"Yes! I mix charcoal powder with sulfur, and nitrous stone to make it. I don't even know the formula, so I have to do a few experiments. - Oh, can we make it? We need to hurry up and get to work."

He was a pale horse in a hurry to get started as soon as possible, but his face is bright. Anyway, it's the light that came to mind where I was worried I'd have to run. I can't help it either.

But that light also wiped out in the next word of Dvarin.

"By the way, I know charcoal powder and sulfur, but what is Shoseki?

"Is it nitrous stone? It's..."

The Ethereal Horse tried to explain the nitrous stone, stuck in words.

"Uh, what is it...?

Nitrite is a type of nitrate called potassium nitrate.

This potassium nitrate does not burn itself, but when heated it has the properties to degrade and release oxygen. Fire with high concentrations of oxygen mixed with flammable materials can cause severe combustion reactions such as explosions, but nitrous stones are formulated as an oxygen source for black gunpowder.

This nitrous stone is also collected naturally as ore in dry zones, but is rarely obtained in warm and humid climates. For this reason, in medieval Japan, nitrous stones were produced by paleosoil, culture, and western nitrous hill methods obtained by extracting nitrous stones that can be used by microorganisms in the process of decomposing fecal urine and the like.

However, Aoima, who was a very normal high school student in modern Japan, knew the term nitrite, but there was no way he knew what it was like and how to get it.

"What. No matter how much we do, we can't make anything we don't know."

The pale horse had no words to give back to the seemingly devilish word of Dvarin.

Unfortunately, black gunpowder was never put into practice in the days of the Ethereal Horse. It was not until about two hundred years later that black gunpowder was put into practice in this continent of Cerdea.

It was in the kingdom of the Dwarves of the North that the first black gunpowder was put into practice. They use large numbers of guns and bombs as weapons, invading neighbouring countries one after another, and finally dominating two-thirds of the entire continent.

The kingdom then renames the empire, but in its imperial oath rite the first king, Alziove, states:

"Fear our weapons, you blades against us! This gun and bomb are destructive moves that my ancestors gave more immediately than the great Son of Destruction!

People all over the continent are afraid of the wisdom of the Son of Destruction, who has lived hundreds of years apart.

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Shemr, who returned to the city from the camp of Zoan outside the city, was relieved (mostly) that he seemed to be able to make a good report to the worried Ethereal Horse because his countrymen were less upset than he thought.

Although the ambush had been read, it was fortunate that it had not been taken as a major failure because instructions had been given to withdraw from the Ethereal Horse just before that. With the enemy figuring out with General Darius, who is related to Zoan, the brothers' will is growing.

Still, some of them were anxious compatriots.

Tell those brethren that Shemr speaks for himself and believes in the Ethereal Horse. My compatriots, who said that directly from Shemr, the son of God the Beast, told me that they would restore calm, at least on the surface, and support the Ethereal Horse unchanged.

That's how by the time I finished looking around the camp all the way, it took longer than I thought.

In an attempt to reassure the Ethereal Horse as soon as possible, it was Shemru who hurried back to the Lords' residence, but as he crept through the gates of the city, he found in the distance the Ethereal Horse and Shahata who had just returned from the blacksmith.

Speak up to the Ethereal Horse who hasn't noticed this one yet in an attempt to report it to you just now.

"Hey, Soma!

But the Ethereal Horse doesn't even notice this one, even though he says he spoke out because of it.

After Shahata pointed me at this one, which I noticed instead, I think I finally noticed.

But the Ethereal Horse just gave Shemr a gentle hand back to wave, and he quickly became a nagging addition and walked out.

It's an unexpected reaction to say that the Ethereal Horse told me to come and see how everyone was doing. I thought I'd want to hear first how everyone I saw and heard, Shemru, makes things right.

But it is replaced by a boiling, moist thing in the chest, when the Ethereal Horse turns the corner of the road and its appearance becomes invisible in the shadow of the building.

Shemru glanced at him with a musty face when he put on his arms.

Because the Ethereal Horse said so, he had no choice but to leave the escort and go all the way to the camp to see if his compatriots were upset, and to cover the anxious.

And yet, I don't think Shemr has that attitude.

Yes, I did my best. If you were under the umbilical cord, shouldn't you listen to your own report, whatever it is you put aside, and let that labor go?

Shemr was serious about the fact that if Galam were present, he would be surprised to say, "What are you doing, kid?"

"... All right"

Shemr had a pranky grin as to whether he had come up with anything.

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The disappointment of the Ethereal Horse was enormous, only for what I expected from Black Gunpowder.

But you can't stick to something you never will. With the power we have, we have to figure out a way to fight the crusaders that are pushing us.

The Ethereal Horse, without a moment's respite, was also desperately working his head on his way home from the blacksmith.

Again, to fight, we will have to make the most of the power of Zoan, our greatest power.

So, what is Zoan's power?

That would be its maneuverability, running at a horse's speed with four legs.

And if you want to use that mobility, you have to fight on the plains. Use your mobility to run around endlessly and attack the weak spots of your opponent's formation.

However, in a promising plain, they are found long before they attack and are put in a position to intercept by their opponents.

Originally, these lightly dressed and manoeuvrable troops only exert their power when the avant-garde forces restrain their opponents' movements. But there are just over three hundred Dwarves and Dinosaurians who can be avant-garde troops here. Not very much, but you can't take seven thousand crusaders and restrain that move.

The pale horse shrugged his head with gassi.

The more I think about it, the more blocked it is.

"Hey, Soma!

That's when I heard a voice calling the Ethereal Horse from afar.

But a pale horse immersed in his thoughts doesn't even notice. Seeing Shahata speak instead, Shemr, apparently returning from outside the city, looked far away waving at this one.

"Lord Soma. Your son will call you there."

That's what Shahata told me, and finally the pale horse looked up.

"... Huh? What's wrong with you?

"There's your son."

When I looked at Shahata pointing out to me, there was a figure of Shemur waving his big hand here, as if a puppy who could see his husband was waving his tail in joy.

But the Ethereal Horse, who is worried about what to do now, waves back and immerses herself in her thoughts again.

You were surprised at the attitude of such a pale horse, and Shemr stiffened up perfectly with his hands up.

And when the Ethereal Horse turns the road in front to return to the Lordship's official residence as it is, it begins to put together an atmosphere that seems so grumpy that it can be seen in the distance.

Not good.

Shahata thought so.

Oh, and put on arms and make your mouth a letter to. It's a trick that the young Shemr, who was a kid general to every woman, showed from time to time.

For example, when my childhood self (Shahata), who could no longer run because of a foot injury, encountered a place where evil kids were making fun of me. For example, when your wife gets mad at you for sleeping piss.

At that time, it is a trick that the young Shemr showed.

And after doing the trick and showing it to him, Shemr does what he doesn't do.

When I was being made fun of, I first took the initiative and ate a flying kick at the guy who was making fun of me, and then brawled about the rest of the evil kids on their own. When she was a woman, she threw the bugs she had collected in the mountains over the course of a day into the dwelling where her mother slept.

Both are memories I don't really want to recall.

When you're a bad kid, after beating everyone up, you say, "Why, you're not mad either!" and was beaten to the point of himself. When I was a grandmother, I was caught with myself trying to stop me for some reason, and I couldn't sit down for a while, so I was slapped in the butt with a flat hand.

From such a bitter experience, Shahata, who thought he could definitely do something, calls to a halt to warn the Ethereal Horse.

"Lord Soma, do you have a minute?

But it was already too late.

"... Huh? Something?"

Something pops out of the side stands in front of the Ethereal Horse, who was looking back over his shoulder.

Suddenly, the Ethereal Horse hit it shortly after avoiding it. A pale horse, slightly flown behind him, lets his eyes black and white to see what he bumps into.

"You're careless, Soma. You have to look forward and walk."

It was Shemr.

"Huh? That? Shemr? So, but I was over there...?

Until earlier, behind a pale horse surprised that Shemr, who should have been at the far end of the road, sighed as Shahata would have told him to do it.

Shahata, who was a few steps behind the Ethereal Horse, watched Shemr appear in front of the Ethereal Horse for the whole time. Shemr jumped from the side of the nearby private house before the Ethereal Horse. Perhaps she went out of her way to run through alleys and between dwellings to surprise the Ethereal Horse, who didn't mind being lightly flushed.

It was just unadulterated, shuddering Shahata, but Shemr looked more comfortable even though the Ethereal Horse was more surprised than expected.

"I can't help but worry, but don't forget to pay attention to your surroundings. - No, no, you're haunting your head for us, so it still means I have to always accompany you and help Soma."

One was convinced and nodding Shemr, but after a while I notice no response from the Ethereal Horse. If you look, the Ethereal Horse opens his eyes and is blind.

"Soma? What's up...?

Shemr, anxious that a little prank intent might have done something outrageous, speaks out in horror.

Then a hardening Ethereal Horse suddenly raised his voice.

"That's right! It was! I was wrong!

Suddenly, Shemur and Shahata fall back in surprise at the pale horse who raised his voice. But there's no way to notice those two, and the Ethereal Horse makes one his own world.

"Uh... I have to use the terrain for that. To compensate for the number of disadvantages, the book also said not to use terrain. Oh, but that convenient terrain... no, no, I need to look for it anyway!

To put it that way, all of a sudden the Ethereal Horse ran out of the spot.

"So, soma?!"

"Lord Soma, what's wrong?!"

Shemr and Shahata, who panicked at it, call off the Ethereal Horse.

"I'm going a little outside the city! Tell everyone not to worry!

But the Ethereal Horse ran away without stopping his legs, saying so.