Hakai no Miko

Though the Ethereal Horses had made me wait a long time and wondered if I would be angry, I noticed the subtle air drifting in the room.

For some reason, Shahata turns away and plushes her eyes, while others don't even try to gaze at her with strange faces.

"Is something wrong?

This just made me wait too long. The Ethereal Horse asks, everyone just looks at each other and doesn't really try to answer.

But that would also be natural.

I had just put the person in front of me and suspected that he had escaped, not something I could say.

But there was one person who didn't read the air.

He said, "I thought you might have escaped."

That's Jaharn Gill.

Dinosaurians tend to prefer to speak and act frankly because of the scarcity (and puffiness) of their faces. I don't know if it's such a racial trait or the nature of the person, but Jahangil makes a fine mouthful of what everyone couldn't say.

Besides, Shemr got stunned before he got angry.

"Damn, you... There's no way Soma's gonna get away with this."

Everyone turns a blind eye to those words.

But one Ethereal Horse was blue-faced and depressed, not even noticing such an ambient reaction.

I had some anxiety that being seen through the ambush would shake my trust in me, but until I thought I'd escaped, I just didn't think about it.

The measures we were about to tell everyone are quite dangerous.

If you say so, it's almost like a beating (buckwheat). That's a pretty bad beating, too.

Yet even a few wins disappear in a state where trust is shaken like this. Anyway, it's a way to drive yourself to a dead end and pick up a victory at a critical point. For this reason, you need above all to be ready to stop believing in your measures and fight your enemies until the end of the term. If they were at all distrustful of the measure, they would collapse from it all at once.

An idea came to mind on a pale horse in a hurry to see how to regain the trust he had lost.

I couldn't quite tell you, you just have to reveal that secret.

That would give me assurance that I would never escape. And emphasizing that anomaly also leads to confidence in your measures.

Yeah, that's good.

For some reason there was a dark grin on the face of the Ethereal Horse when he said he had come up with a solution.

Even though the atmosphere of the Ethereal Horse is strange, Shemr finally realizes it, he recalls once again. I was in a hurry and completely forgotten, but I was sent by the Ethereal Horse to see if my compatriots were upset, even though the ambush had been spotted by the enemy.

But I hadn't turned that report into a pale horse.

Knowing that where he was worried about it, he had doubts that he had escaped, and wondering if Aoima was anxious, Shemr rushed to tell him that it was a worry.

But Shemru's ears, whose voice was up to her throat, moved piquely.

I thought I heard it wrong in such a faint voice, but I felt like the Ethereal Horse muttered, "To rose, just fine".

"I'm not running away."

That's what the Ethereal Horse said while Shemr was confused.

"No, you can't run away. I'm a Lotus student with you."

Shemr was surprised. If we only heard the words, we felt a dark shadow that somehow mocked ourselves when we said that we were stating our determination to fight with ourselves.

"You're human. If we get out of this city, can't we?

Everyone shouted in his chest, "Block this idiot's mouth," to Jaharngil, who also makes a statement that doesn't read the air.

"Well, I'll show you the proof."

Those who had their heads on Jaharngil's remarks are also intrigued by the words of this pale horse.

"Mr. Gallam. I'm sorry, could you lend me one of those swords? I'll pay you back soon."

"... nothing, I don't mind"

I didn't know what the hell the Ethereal Horse was trying to do, but I handed one of the two swings I was putting on my hips with each sheath.

In everyone's attention, the Ethereal Horse slowly pulls the mountain knife out of its sheath.

That is the mountain sword of Zoan's hero Garam. The carefully sharpened and polished blade of the mountain knife emitted a brilliant glow.

"That sounds a lot sharp."

"... oh. Don't touch the blade badly. Your little finger, it's gonna fall off easily."

Gallum, who felt something creepy coming from the Ethereal Horse, advises.

But besides, the Ethereal Horse only smiled faintly back.

"Excuse me for a moment, please"

If you say so, the Ethereal Horse shakes heavily when he holds the Mountain Knife backwards. And he stuck a mountain knife on a map spread over his desk in front of everyone who rounded his eyes to his surprise. There is a fierce sound of the cutting edge striking the desk.

As everyone watched the sudden weasel without words, Aoima put the sword down and took both ends of the top edge of the map and spread it out to show it.

"Look. You don't have a scratch, do you?

There is no scratch on the map that flickers, as the Ethereal Horse says. That's a funny thing to say you poked a mountain knife so hard. If you look closely, there were not even marks (and more) on the desk where the cutting edge of the mountain knife stood.

Everyone does not know the intentions of the Ethereal Horse and looks at each other.

On this occasion, where we have to discuss how we are going to fight the Crusaders, I wonder why we have to be shown such wives.

In such a bewildered atmosphere, Aoima hands the mountain knife again.

And I shoved that blade down my throat.

…… What are you doing, soma?! "

From the mouth of Shemr who sees it, screaming screams abound.

However, the Ethereal Horse slipped the blade of the mountain knife to the side without hesitation while pressing it against his throat.

……!!

Everyone visioned the blood splashing in the void.

Behind the Ethereal Horse, Shemr, stunned and distorted, sits perfectly on the spot.

"Look, you're gonna be okay, right?

But not a drop of blood is on the mountain knife in the hands of the pale horse, on the contrary.

Everyone felt like they were daydreaming.

I did see the Ethereal Horse put a blade on my throat. I wasn't deluded to look that way. I also saw a slight dent in the skin due to the blade that was hit. If you pull the blade in that condition, there's no way you can't slit your throat.

"This is my favor as my son."

The voice of the Ethereal Horse, which may be said to be calm, sounded like a far thunder to those who were on the spot.

It was well known that the Ethereal Horse was his son, but it was assumed that even he had not previously known in person the grace that was bound to be given to his son.

Everyone seems to be uniquely surprised and speechless at the pale horse who not only suddenly made clear the existence of his grace, but even imitated it like scratching and slashing his own throat.

After a period of silence, the first to open his mouth was Gallum, who was somewhat resistant to the surprise when he saw the strange power of grace because he had a son named Shemr close to him.

"... is it a grace not to be scratched with a blade?

The first thing Garam came up with was that.

But then I can't explain that I couldn't hurt the map.

As a result of what kind of grace we received, we all had no idea what the Ethereal Horse could have shown us now.

"No, you don't. In my hands, I can't hurt or break it, whatever it is. That's the favor I got."

I chewed (shudder) the meaning of the words spoken by the Ethereal Horse over and over in my head, and finally the gallum I understood flashed.

"Did you get it? Even if I want to get food for the day, I can't hunt a bird or catch a fish. No matter how weak an opponent it is, no matter how hard someone attacks you, you can't turn the blade."

When the Ethereal Horse smiles at herself, she shrugs her shoulders a little.

"Look. There's no way I can get away with this. I have no choice but to live with you."

His grace, spoken of by the Ethereal Horse, was largely out of the concept of grace of his Son, which the Gallums knew until then.

"No, silly! Do you have such a stupid grace?!"

If there is such a thing, it is not grace.

That's...

"So isn't it like a curse?!"

The scream of the gallam was also the proxy of everyone on the spot.

Grace is nothing more than the power of grace that the gods give to those who like it. Yet it was unthinkable, such as the power that would only harm your son.

"That's right. - Maybe it's a curse."

On the palate of the Ethereal Horse, there is a grinning grin.

"Don't let me leave you. May I have to work with you."

Aside from what he said, the Ethereal Horse was telling.

By the goddess, I was sent here.

He said he was here to destroy your enemies.

To the appearance of that pale horse, Gallum feels a sense of ready-to-see.

Have you ever seen a sight similar to this?

Behind Garam's brain comes the sight of the first time a pale horse tells himself that he is the son of Aura.

Yes, I had driven him out of consciousness, but the human boy in front of me is Aura's son. He is the son of an unfortunate goddess who brings death and destruction.

Gallum's whole body hair stands in fear of running up his spine.

It's not all gallam. Everyone on the spot was distracted by the Ethereal Horse, who put together an unusual atmosphere that was usually unimaginable, and couldn't move a finger.

But in it, only one Shemr rises loosely.

And when you shake that hard, gripping fist up loud,

"You stupid bastard!!"

I beat it to the brain of a pale horse.

From the mouth of the Ethereal Horse, a bare scream leaks.

Without exaggeration, it was such a shock that I thought my eyeballs would pop up.

To that sudden violence, the pale horse, who is weak, also just lifts his blood up to his head and looks back at Shemr.

But the anger, and Shemr, who weeps in front of his eyes, is extinguished without a trace, like an incendiary fire swallowed by the flood.

"You big idiot!

Sheml barked.

"I was wondering if I really hurt myself! See?! How surprised I am! I really, really thought you were gonna die! Really, surprised, think he's dead...!

The Ethereal Horse can't wait to see Shemr rebounding his whole body hair and rebelling himself with a pull and tremble.

"... oh, sorry"

When the Ethereal Horse apologizes, Shemr's attitude turns and begins to grate.

"Well, is your throat really okay than that? Let me see. You sure you don't have any scratches?

Shemr grabs the pale horse's chest and pulls him closer, pushing his jaw up and forcing him to expose his throat.

"Hey, hey, Shemr. He said it was ticklish."

"Shut up! Show me!"

When you put your face so close that your nose tip touches the throat of the Ethereal Horse, you stare at your eyes like a plate that you won't miss a hairy scratch either. Chemr, who confirmed that there was no scratch as the Ethereal Horse put it, finally appeased. Then, once it had healed, the anger crept up again.

Again, I dropped a clench on the head of a pale horse.

"Yes, it hurts, Shemr..."

Shemr stripped her teeth quackly to a pale horse protesting in tears.

"Shut up! Mostly what, when did you get that favor?! Or were you really cheating on me when I was given it from the beginning?!"

"Well, I'm not fooling you. Yikes! Before this, in my dreams..."

"Why did you keep quiet about such an important thing?! Can't you trust me so much?! I can't believe I'm not trusted by you under the umbilical!" If you want to expose me to such shame, order me to give you my neck now! On this occasion, I will prove to you that the word that I gave you everything is not a lie! Come on, say what!! "

Even now, the pale horse can change his blood phase to the sword screen of Shemr, who has just pulled out a mountain knife and cut off his own neck.

"Sorry, Shemr! I apologize, calm down! Right, huh?

When the Ethereal Horse was taken away from him, he finally lost his strength from all the hair on his opposite sides and dripped flutterily. But those eyes were still half-eyed with suspicion.

"You really think it's bad, don't you?

"Yeah. I really, really think it was bad"

"... next time, I won't forgive you"

"I'm really, really sorry"

The pale horse, finally forgiven, caressed his chest down with relief.

That makes me laugh more and more.

When the two surprised people turned to you, the people in the room were opening their big mouths and laughing. In it, only Garam and Banukkah are faces like bitter worms chewed up.

There, there remained no strained tension that dominated the scene until just before, nor any pieces.

"This is unprecedented. I didn't know Zoan's warrior would punch you in the head under his umbilical cord..."

Garam said in a bitter tone.

And Shemr, who returned to me, realized what he had done, dwarfed his body alongside the Ethereal Horse.

"But only this time, Lord Soma is bad. We don't know how seriously determined it is for us Zoan to choose 'You Under the Umbrella'!

It is Banukkah who said so. I had a personal grudge. With my eyes, I was staring at the Ethereal Horse. Until Zoog, he comes on that ass horse.

"All this time, I agree. If you don't trust me with you under your umbilical cord, you're gonna want to scratch your own neck off."

Besides, the Zoans who were on the spot laughed bitterly and gave their consent.

"... you guys. Let's not spoil the fangs."

Take a glance at Banukah and Zug, and Garam says so. Then I said to the two words, "Right, right!" But as I said, I glanced at Shemr, who was a small, cocky nod.

"Elegant Fangs. Now is a critical time for us to discuss what we need to do with the troops that are coming. You...!

"Ya," Fang Fierce "! Let's calm down. Let's calm down and talk!

"Hmm...... Sure, you haven't had a chance to talk calmly lately, even though you're just two siblings. - Come on. Later, why don't we just stick our knees together and talk?"

The face of Gallum, stripping his fangs and laughing, causing a pimple and cramps (convulsions) in the very eyes of his anger, was not a very sibling and waterless expression to talk to each other.

"And soma..."

The Ethereal Horse, called by his name, thinks he will be angry, and trembles his body in awe. But in front of such a pale horse, Gallum sighed small, leaking much bitter laughter.

"We were saved by you by many of our compatriots. You will never forget what you have done and what you owe to it. You don't have to do that, we're gonna obey you."

To Garam's words, the Ethereal Horse dyed her cheeks with shame.

Garam had found out that he was trying to play the son of the goddess of death and destruction and obey us all because of his fear.

"That's right. You idiot."

The Ethereal Horse gave a shy grin to Shemr, who had said so and poked her head lightly.

Nothing. I was on my own and was just frightened by misguided speculation. I wanted everyone to trust me, but I was just not trusting everyone with myself, or trying to distract everyone from solitude at the end of the sentence.

I was happy and ashamed to say that I exposed myself to such an ugly state, but still Shemr's gaze placed full confidence in me.

There was also a small grin in Gallam's mouth watching them interact like that.

From Garam's point of view, the Ethereal Horse felt very dangerous.

Ethereal horses tend to rely poorly on others, or rather rely on others to annoy or annoy them. It depends on Song (Kasa) 's track record so far, which is better than being instructed to do without a headache, but Gallam seemed to learn to rely more on others.

From now on, the Ethereal Horse will have more and more things to bear. If you try to carry all that alone, one day you will always reach the limit.

And I have a feeling something very horrible is going to happen then.

It was a hunch close to certainty that the warrior's account of the polished Galam would make him sneak past the dead line several times (every time).

To avoid that, you should get used to sharing the burden you are carrying with others now.

Thinking about it, maybe Shemr was lucky to be by the Ethereal Horse.

Even after subtracting his brother's eyes, his sister, Shemr, is a good woman who does everything she can to make up her mind about this. If Shemr like that, when the Ethereal Horse tries to go the wrong way again, he'll beat him down like this one, but he'll stop.

With such trust and the affection of his flesh parents, Garam saw Shemru, but at that time he just didn't realize that Shemru was trembling at the remnants of his still lingering fear.

When I remembered what a pale horse looked like back then, Shemr was still the thought of his spine freezing in fear.

But the figure of the Ethereal Horse that Shemr feared was not when he put a blade on his throat, nor when he let that blade slip into his throat.

The figure of the Ethereal Horse that Shemr feared was when he told him of his own grace and said that he was here to destroy the armies of man.

At that time, Shemr visioned the burning city around the Ethereal Horse.

That's not this Bornis. It is a strange city of Shemr. In that city, raging and burning in red flames, people everywhere, young and old, were burned like pine lights.

Such a sight, exactly as the Hell of a Snort painting, spread all the way in front of Shemr.

And the side of the Ethereal Horse surrounded by that phantom looked like a very horrible monster to Shemr.

At the next moment, my hands were sticking as a result of being thrust into motion by an unknown fear.

Now I think that I've done a hell of a lot of sweating all over my body.

Shemr saw the back of a pale horse preparing by spreading a map over his desk to explain the measures to everyone.

There you are, the usual Ethereal Horse, whom Shemr knows well.

That unintelligible phantom was no longer shadowed or shaped.

Shemr mocks herself for what a silly phantom she has seen.

I was wondering if you looked like a monster under my umbilical cord.

But to that word that came to his mind, Shemr turns to it.

What evokes me is the phantom of the girl I saw that night of the proclamation.

Shemr shook his neck left and right so hard that he shook it off his head.

Is that stupid! You're even telling me that what I just saw was one scale of the horrible monster that that girl was talking about!

Shemr strongly denies that imagination.

"What's wrong, Shemr?

When I realized it, the Ethereal Horse looked strange, staring at me. Shemr rushes to fix it and moves his hand.

"Oh, no. Nothing. Never mind!

…… Yeah. If it's nothing, fine. "

Saying so with his mouth, the Ethereal Horse did not see how Shemr looked. However, shortly after questioning the quality (just) of it, Jahangil says "hurry up".

Sooner or later, the Ethereal Horse coughs one up and switches consciousness to consultation.

"It's a countermeasure to the coming crusaders -"

This is what the Ethereal Horse said out, conscious of everyone's gaze concentrating.

"I'm still trying to get out of this city and intercept."

◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

"My lord, have you been left alone in these places?

One officer called out to Darius, who was walking alone, without even putting an escort inside the camp.

It was a young, honest-looking officer who was tough, but somewhere unspoiled. He held a helmet with ornamental feathers of birds in a flashy colour (various) on his side, with a pure white cape slightly windy on his back.

A flashy outfit that doesn't look familiar to his face, because he is a conductor.

Modern Japanese sensation makes me feel like a runner when I'm told I'm a conductor.

However, when it comes to missionaries in an era when radio and other communication devices are non-existent, young officers are floral soldiers to whom they admire.

In any case, the conductors must not only be smart enough to understand and remember the commander's orders, but must also be driven together enough to make their own decisions according to the circumstances, and even have the extraordinary equestrian skills and martial arts enough to allow enemy allies to get into the mess and run through the battlefield to fight alone.

For this reason, it was often the case in every country that the conductor was rewarded with an elite chosen for selection among young officers of good health.

In addition, the commander is given various privileges. For example, anyone who is allowed to respond while still on horseback even before a general, or whoever blocks (whispers) that path in the middle of a missionary order, is not guilty of slashing and throwing it away.

This alone would have shown how important the conductor was.

Also, as to back it up, to the Emperor who once tried to abolish his commander from lack of horseback riding in the Empire, Inkdias, the famous general of the Empire, said, "Does Your Majesty tell us to fight by covering our eyes, blocking our ears, and closing our mouths?" It is a famous story that made us repeal it.

"Is that Marius? - What, I need to think about something..."

Darius answers with a friendly smile to the young officer walking by.

The young officer is a young man named Marius, whom Darius is eyeing.

He was a young man who Darius was still as adorable as his real grandson because he lost his father in a dispute with the Romanian state and became his guardian on the brink of being his late grandfather's best friend to Marius, who had to succeed the governor while he was a boy.

"Well, what is it that is bothering His Excellency? Is that what you tell the inhabitants of the liberated city? Or is it the use of a grace award given by His Majesty?

It was a joke knowing Darius couldn't have bothered his head with such end-of-life (nasty) matters.

"It's called dreaming of abundance without sowing."

What Darius returned with a bitter smile is a word that has a similar meaning to what is called "for the calculation of the skin of uncatched raccoons" in the area.

"So what is bothering you?

"... I've been thinking about what kind of hands the rebels are going to hit."

To the words, Marius looks slightly at them. Because in his view, it no longer seemed that the rebels had only as much road left to cage in the city or flee.

Whether the question came to his face or not, Darius chuckles small and turns his gaze to the end of the west.

Marius knew that there was still a city in Bornis that he could not see.

"This is more of an expectation than an expectation."

Darius vaguely felt that this would probably be the last time he would lead an army to fight himself. That is why Darius expected him to be the mighty enemy he deserved in the battle to decorate its end.

"I wonder if our enemies will leave the city and try to intercept us."