Hakai no Miko

The Ethereal Horse, who ran out with the Shemurs, first headed to the Lords' residence.

I need a leg anyway.

When Aoima goes to the stables, she is asked to send out the carriage used for the preaching. This is only a two-wheeled carriage for those who have no carriage. It's not the dragon that's towing, it's the fast legged dragon rider.

And as he went up to the platform, the pale horse, as he said unto himself, was all alone.

"If you do what Mr. Hopkins taught you, you'll be fine"

Between the time I came to this city from the fort, I asked Hopkins to teach me how to move a carriage.

At that time it was a play out of interest, but I didn't think the time would come when that would help. It is not the dragon that deals with it this time, it is the dragon cavalry, but the basics will be the same.

The Ethereal Horse takes the thin stick that was placed in the throne. This is for running, like a horseback whip, slapping a dragon rider's ass. There are a number of thorny fittings on the tip of the stick because both the dragon loading and the dragon riding have hard scales on their bodies, so they don't feel any pain as much as they whipped them with a little whip.

I had to beat him pretty hard in the dragon, but for the first time a pale horse dealing with a dragon rider beats his ass with a light stick first. Then, you found out you had been slapped, and the dragon rider began to move his legs cursorily. But its speed is somewhat faster than human walking. It doesn't go as fast as the Ethereal Horse was looking for.

I had no choice but to beat it harder this time than earlier.

But it still doesn't change how fast you move the dragon's legs.

I'd slap him a few times, but instead of running, the dragon cavalry finally stopped, and it was the end of being swung around his tail slightly.

The voice of the girl is evoked in the ears of a pale horse who is in a hurry to ride a dragon that does not move as much as he thinks.

'Whoever it is, you can't hurt it. Whatever it is, you can't break it'

The Ethereal Horse beats his thigh with a stick.

I did have the feeling of being slapped. But I beat him with the thorny hardware part, but I don't feel any pain at all. There was no way a dragon rider could run on this.

"Damn! At a time like this......!

I never thought I'd be stuck here by the grace of that evil goddess.

The Ethereal Horse dawned on the road wondering what to do.

"What are you doing? Pack it that way."

And it came to pass, that Shemr sat on the table, pressing the pale horse against him.

"If Shemr doesn't stay, I'll explain to everyone -"

"I left that to Shahata. Let's go."

Beat one of the dragon-riding asses with a stick taken from the pale horse's hand just without question. As soon as he was on his way, the dragon rider began to tow the carriage and run. Shemr asks the Ethereal Horse as he crosses the bounce bridge and exits the Lordship's residence.

"So, where do I go?

It is a fact that I cannot move one carriage satisfactorily on my own. I am anxious to convince Shahata, who is not my son, of all my strong faces, but the Ethereal Horse observed.

"Get out of the East Gate and run along the mountain north of the street!

Shemr took the reins and sent the dragon rider to the East Gate. Along the way, he speaks to Zoan's warriors who are surprised that Ethereal Horse and Shemr are taking him out of the city "right back".

"Soma! Hold on tight!

Shemr, who went out the gate, slapped the dragon rider's ass full of force to run when he said so.

The wheels of carriages of this era were when wooden solid spokes finally began to be used from round discs of wood. Naturally, it's not a wheel as resilient as rubber tires. Also, there is no mechanism to mitigate shocks such as plate springs, so it was a big deal to run places even if they were plains that weren't tidy.

With one slight undulation or pebble, the carriage jumps easily. The kind of shock that sticks up from under it is so much that the more distracted you are, the more your body is thrown out of the carriage. If I hadn't stuck to your platform without shame or outside hearing, the body of the Ethereal Horse would have been slammed to the ground without waiting for a few moments and suffered major injuries.

In contrast, Shemr was just fine. He takes the reins in a hip-floating position and successfully kills the impact with a lightly twisted knee. Not only that, but if he was about to roll over, he was quickly changing the way he weighed and had a brilliant hold on the rampaging carriage.

"Let yourself run like this and the carriage is a good thing too!

Let the wind blow from the front sweep your body hair, and Shemr says happily.

But the Ethereal Horse who heard it, nearly screamed. I don't care what you ask, it's the first time I've driven a carriage.

The pale horse was no longer in living comfort.

"Soma! Are you sure you want this one?!"

Shemr asks with his voice up so that he can't beat the sound of the carriage standing. He was a pale horse trying to reply to that, but if he opens his mouth in this intense vibration, he's going to bite his tongue off a thousand times. If you let go of your hand from the carriage to point out the place, you can easily imagine yourself thrown out of the carriage at the next moment. Instead, the Ethereal Horse desperately squeezed his jaw and showed him where he was going.

"Huh! Hmmm!!

"Okay! You just have to go for that forest!

To put it that way, Shemr gave the dragon rider a whip.

To an even more accelerated carriage, the Ethereal Horse is about to cry out. I am swept away by vibrations that are so intense that I don't even know what my body is in. I would have believed it had they told me that the carriage was already in the middle of rolling over and falling off a cliff.

When such a torture-like time had finally come to an end and the carriage had stopped, the Ethereal Horse made sure to roll off and get off.

Fatigued less pale horses can't even stand up properly because they were desperately clinging not to be shaken off of a rough carriage.

Still, I opened my eyes and looked around carefully, as I said I wouldn't miss a few things when I left the carriage.

It is the place that borders the plains and the mountains.

On the north side, the steep slopes of the mountains were pressing (separating) close, and on the other hand, on the south side, there were few ups and downs, and the grassland hemline that descended somewhat was spreading. At the end of the hem, you can see a single muscle-like street drawn to the plain. I still don't see that, but I guess the Crusaders will follow that street and push over.

And on the east side, forests thrive like tongues protruding from the mountains, and on the west side, rocks and the like stick their heads out by the way, a hemline with slightly more ups and downs than on the south side.

The Ethereal Horse first asked Shemr as he looked up at the slopes of the mountain on the north side.

"Shemr, can this mountain run up?

"You can't. The slope is too tight. There's nothing you can't climb, but you can't run."

Shemr answers that as he looks up at the mountain in line with the Ethereal Horse.

Satisfied with the answer, the Ethereal Horse next tried to get up to see the woods. But my knee doesn't laugh and listen.

"Grabbed by my shoulder, Soma"

Grasping on Shemr's shoulder, the finally risen Ethereal Horse walks into the woods without a bundle of memories.

The forest that spreads before the Ethereal Horse is very different from what modern Japanese associate from the word forest.

Near the city, people can get their hands on firewood (mackerel) picking, pig grazing, etc., but if they stay somewhat away from where people live, the forest of this era remains a native forest that dates back to ancient times. There grew a variety of trees and grasses unknown to the Ethereal Horse, and even in winter they were surrounded by a depressing atmosphere.

The truth is, I wanted to look around more into the woods, but I am inhibited by thick roots and protruding branches strewn out on the earth, and the Ethereal Horse desist.

But that was an ideal situation for the Ethereal Horse.

"The north side is a steep mountain. The east is a deeply unpredictable forest. To the south, a slope of sobriety!

Speaking of luxury, I also wanted mountains or woods on the west side, but now I just have to be satisfied with this.

The Ethereal Horse grabbed both fists for a long time.

"Right here! This is the only place!!"

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"Is that kid still not coming back?

Jaharngil was slamming the vita and the floor with his thick, long tail as an expression of that dissatisfaction.

A few moments had already passed since Ethereal Horse and Shemr flew out of the city.

Gallam and Zug, who had returned in the meantime unsuccessful ambushes, quickly hid their agitation, although flashed by the two absences, and gathered those who were the Lord in a room in the Lords' residence.

"Don't ask me the same thing over and over again."

Jaharngil snorts loudly and turns to Garam in a sword-soaking tone. But that tail was starting to slap the floor even harder.

I changed the consultations I used to make indoors in the courtyard to match Zoan, who usually doesn't like closed places, because I say it's not a good idea to be informed around that there are no two Ethereal Horses and Shemr in the place where the faces that were the Lord were.

It is particularly deadly to be known that there is no Ethereal Horse.

It is no exaggeration to say that the forces currently gathering in this Bornis are based on the "iron declaration" of the Ethereal Horse. If it were thought that the Ethereal Horse himself, who issued that declaration, had fled, it was visible that this force would disintegrate once and for all.

Already the yang that shoots in through the window has begun to wear a sea color.

If the Ethereal Horses do not return before sundown, they will be finished without waiting for the Crusaders.

So Jahangil was originally silent with others, but inside he was irritated by anxiety and impatience.

Banukkah, the son of the chief of the "Takeshi clan", who couldn't stand such a painful silence, shrugs and groans at no one.

"Um... you didn't run away, did you?

In the meantime, everyone who was on the spot was missed.

A voiceless scream rises from Banukkah's throat. Then I changed my blood phase and said, "It's a joke, a joke! Explain," but I was just glad to get a sinister glance from everyone.

But no one denied Banukkah's words. Because it was poking precisely at the anxiety of all who are here.

But then, one Zoan raised his voice.

"Lord Soma will not escape! I will definitely be back!

It was Shahata who said so.

If you follow Zoan's custom, Shahata, who is not also a warrior, is not allowed to speak in places involving battle. Shahata stretched her chest without flinching, saying that she was not only standing in front of the two males, Garam and Zug, who represented Zoan for such an indescribable act, but was also receiving the sharp gaze of the Fae Dwarves and Dinosaurian fierce.

Dvarin, who was stroking his beard around tightly, stops his hand and asks Shahata.

"What guarantees do you have?

Taking the word, Shahata's right hand moved.

At the next moment, that hand slaps his left chest vigorously.

"If you two don't go back, you can do this life for me!

The trick of putting your hand on your left chest means "putting this heart on" for Zoan. In the unlikely event that the Ethereal Horses did not return, Shahata was ready to grope out its heart.

Even Dvarin and Jaharngil, who do not know the meaning of the modus operandi, look into Shahata's eyes and the readiness will be conveyed.

Dvarin looked small, and Jaharngil stopped perfectly at the tail that was slamming the floor so frustrated.

Those who called themselves the brave warriors who were on the spot fell in love with the appearance of Shahata with his hands on his left chest.

"Shahata......"

Never out loud, but that Gallum's voice sounded somewhat better.

"Ha!"

Shahata, who thought she would be reprimanded for slapping her big mouth with emotion, stretches her spine on the spot and takes an upright immobility stance.

But it wasn't words of reprimand that came out of Gallam's mouth.

"From today on, you name your warrior. I'll forgive you."

That was a word that never occurred to me.

Naming Zoan's warrior is a dream that could never come true for Shahata. As a result, Shahata becomes bewildered before she rejoices.

"So, but I have a foot injury. Um, I can't run and hunt cows, so the...!

The truth is, I want to jump at Garam's words, but I keep saying negative things from myself. To such a shahata, Gallam sighs small.

"Being able to hunt cattle is not a warrior's qualification. Hunting cows is only thereby demonstrating the skill of battle and, above all, courage as warriors. You have now shown courage and willingness above all as a warrior without hunting a cow."

Gallum looks into the eyes of one and Shahata with his arms around him.

"This" Fierce Tooth "Faggle Gargus Gallum admits. You deserve to name a warrior."

Garam's words, which he spoke so strongly, struck Shahata in the chest.

From Shahata's open eyes, tears flood and wet her cheeks hair. I'm supposed to be happy, but I don't know why I'm crying, and I'm like, "That? Why?" he said to Shahata, soaking his cheeks with confusion, and Gallam blurted, "A warrior, don't show tears".

Zoog pinched his mouth so as to tear them up like that.

"Whoa, it's Gallum. Did you leave so many men in the hunters?

"... Shut up. Don't pinch your mouth about the rest of your family."

Zug called out to Shahata, laughing at Niyaniya for such an interesting Galam reaction.

"Hey, you. If it's not enough for this Great Sheikh to admit it, he'll also be tattooed with this" Angry Claw "Kraga Bigana Zug. If you don't have a place in Fang Family, come to Claw Family. I'll meet you as a warrior."

"Zoog, don't try to pull the Fang Clan warrior out in front of me."

Zoog shudders his shoulders and laughs instead of falling badly into a gallam that strips his fangs and intimidates him.

Besides, Gallum snorted, leaving his back abusively behind the back of the chair he was sitting on like a plump.

At that time, the ears of the Zoans who were in the room moved pickly.

"... you were right, Shahata"

I wonder what Dvarin or Jaharngil is about, even though Garam says slightly up the edge of his mouth. But when they notice the footsteps coming closer to us from the entrance to the open room, they also laugh niggardly.

And shortly after, at the entrance to the room, the Lord of Footsteps appeared.

"Excuse me! I'm late!

It was the figure of the Ethereal Horse with Shemr, which they had been waiting for.