Hakai no Miko

"Are you sure you can do that...?

In a half-blugged state, Garam inquired of the Ethereal Horse.

"Honestly, I don't know either."

The Ethereal Horse, who thought there was no choice but to make an obvious appearance here, speaks as it were.

"It could be an airspace theory on the desk. But this is the only way I could think of a way to intercept an enemy with this difference in power."

"What if the measures have been seen through? No, what happens if we simply fail to crumble the enemy's main unit?

To Gallam's point, the Ethereal Horse gets stuck in words for a moment. But I never answered my mind.

"All destroyed."

The sound of someone spitting sounded slightly louder.

"Victory or annihilation..."

As the Ethereal Horse says, the Zoans who stormed the enemy squadron if they can't break it will only be destroyed by besieging the remaining squadron as well. Gallum could not very readily respond in favour of this measure to the magnitude of the damage he suffered when he failed.

When Zoog laughs at one on behalf of that gallam,

"Isn't that funny? How many times as many enemies as we have, you're going to storm our bellies!

Said with a fierce smile, worried about Zoan's future without precedence and reminiscent of when he was rough from his frustration.

But Zoog isn't stupid either. In that smile, Gallum sees his readiness, aware of the danger.

Then Doverlin opened his mouth as well.

"Make up your mind quickly. I also need time to build a position."

That was nothing more than the acceptance of the measures proposed by the Ethereal Horse.

Other people feel similar. Needless to say Jahan Gill and others who are happily slapping the vita and floor with their tails.

Nothing. Everyone is already willing to ride.

Gallum turned his stomach, too.

"... fine. I'll take this bet, too."

If that were the case, the conversation would have been quick.

Some jump out of the room one after the other to take care of their weapons, one to procure materials, and one to secure food.

The Ethereal Horse calls off Garam and Banukah, who likewise tried to leave the room.

"Mr. Garam and Mr. Banukah, please stay. I need to talk to you."

What did they do now? They looked at each other.

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"We dwarves lived in pits beyond the reach of the sun. As long as it's moonlight, there's no freedom. It takes more time than that."

Only the dwarves, who said so, let Dwarf first, and it was not until the next day that the Ethereal Horse left the city with Zoan, Dinosaurian, and so forth.

If we all leave the city here at night, the city's inhabitants will think we "fled in fear of the Crusaders". So when he was in a hurry, the Ethereal Horse let only the Dwarves go first, and the movement of the others awaited the dawn.

"I'm not going to turn this city into a battlefield. We're leaving the city."

That's what the Ethereal Horse said in front of the city's faces, who had been forced to call in early in the morning.

I thought the Ethereal Horse was such a gracious dialogue that we weren't willing to attack the city from ourselves and turn it into a battlefield, but we pretended to be arrogant once again. Neither do the faces, naturally, imitate what goes into them. Everyone looks honest and horny even though the city was avoided becoming a battlefield.

But in the words of the next Ethereal Horse, the facial characters harden with that smile.

"But as soon as I kick the Crusaders, I'm going to be back"

The pale horse smiled and showed him.

"I'd like to be friendly with you then."

Finally, he stabbed a big nail, saying, "We're out of the city, but don't imitate badly in the meantime." And with that smile, the Ethereal Horse sent a signal to Jaharn Gill, who had refrained behind him.

Then a group of Dinosaurians, led by Jaharngil, roar and flock to the city gate. They punch him with a weapon, grab him, shake him, and instantly knock down the gate.

Plus when Jaharn Gill gets on track and steps on the fallen gate to tear it apart, he starts throwing and scattering its fragments all around him.

As a matter of fact, this portal was easy to break with cuts in and loose fittings everywhere in advance.

That's because it's a conceived performance to remind the faces that it's useless to try to get up and cage them when they come back to the city. But the Ethereal Horse who came up with it also quickly pulled off Jaharngil's hazy.

But that's all the menacing effect is outstanding. To the madness of Jahangil, the facial actors just as well lost their complexion, and even some of them sat out of their hips.

The Ethereal Horse, who thought it would be enough to threaten him so much, slowly left the city in order to make room for him.

When the Ethereal Horses arrived at the planned position, the Dwarves, who had already taken action since last night, were about to carry one tree after another cut out of the back of the forest.

Looking for the figure of Dvarin, he finds himself poking his forehead in front of the woods with some of the Dwarves, especially those with excellent civil engineering skills.

Dvarin, who noticed before this one spoke, walked out of his car seat to the Ethereal Horses.

"Are you finally here? This one says he keeps working through the night, you lazy bastard."

I knew that was a joke, but I said I was sorry and I bowed my head one and then the Ethereal Horse asks.

"What does the position look like?

Doverlyn rubbed her hair off with a bitter face.

"To be clear, we don't have time for this now. At best you can dig a trench, build a dirt hand inside it, and only to the extent of putting up a fence. After that, we're not gonna flatten the inside of the position."

In the novels and comics of war stuff that Ethereal Horse references in fighting, there are many portrayals of tactics and other measures, but not many portrayals of position building. I thought I'd have to leave everything to Dvarin here rather than mouth it poorly.

"Do as Mr. Doverlin thinks is good"

"Whoa! I'm in charge!

Dvarin slapped his thick chest plate more and more. Then I look back and I speak to the Dwarves who were anxious to see how this one was going.

"Come on, we're gonna dig the trenches! Digging up dirt is on the inside, beating it with a plate, stiffening it and making it dirt!

The Dwarves said, "Whoa!" When he responded briefly, he stood up in his hand with such things as a twister and a twister.

Dwarves in this world often inhabit caves, pits they themselves have dug, etc. The kingdom of Obsidian, home of Dvarin, etc., is also a kingdom built underground based on pits where obsidian was being mined. It is also natural that the Dwarves, born underground, playing with dirt and growing rocks against each other, now possess superior civil engineering skills that are endless and untouchable in other species.

And the Dwarrins showed the rumors no matter how well known Dwarf's civil engineering skills were.

An incredible amount of soil is dug up in a wave of their claws. And the excavated soil is thrown straight to the point where it is made, but even though it only appears to be thrown, the soil is evenly served there as if it were measured.

By just a few hundred dwarves, the Ethereal Horses had no choice but to see the trenches dug as if magically.

"Oh, my goodness. Why don't you help me?

Everyone panicked and tried to help, even though Doverine sounded grumpy when she noticed the Ethereal Horses as they stood, but didn't know what to do. To the way it was, he shook his head small like he would tell him to do it, and then Dvarin called out to the nearby Dwarves.

"Hey! Take care of these guys"

At the behest of its dwarves, which knit three mustaches, Zoan and Dinosaurians also joined the work of digging dirt and retreating the rocks they dug up.

The Ethereal Horse tried to join it again.

"Get out of the way, get over there!

And, soon, Dvarin kicked me out.

But there's no choice in that either. Even if you wave a wax to dig up the dirt, the tip of the wax doesn't eat into the ground at all. Even when trying to carry dirt, it seems to me that it would be more efficient to give other people the tools that Aoima, a powerless modern Japanese, uses to make them use it.

Then Gallum, who saw it, brought two carriage cages.

"I would be able to pick up stones. Grab this and come with me, Shemr."

At the same time as we build our positions, we must prepare for the battle. Gallum nods small to the Ethereal Horse as he gives him a cage for picking up stones for throwing.

And the Ethereal Horse notices.

Actually, the Ethereal Horse had something to tell Shemr, but he was worried about how to cut it out. "Thank you," says the Ethereal Horse, who perceived Gallam's intention to create that opportunity.

"All right! Let's go, Soma"

Shemr, who carried the cage just like the Ethereal Horse, strained and turned his foot to the western hemline, where the rock was sticking his face out by the way.

He was a pale horse who followed it in a hurry, but I can't really grasp the motivation to talk to Shemr, who picks up a stone to cross his nose in a good mood.

In the end, the Ethereal Horse stays spoken for, and it's lunch time.

The Ethereal Horse was troubled as he lowered his back to one of the rocks that protruded into the hem and ate the lunch that Shemr had prepared for him. Then, on the contrary, Shemr asks.

"Hey, Soma. I'd like you to tell me a little..."

"...!? Huh? What?

I'm in a hurry to find myself hesitant to say what I have to say to Shemr.

But what Shemr asked was something else.

"About your grace."

"Oh. My grace..."

Shemr nods and shows to the pale horse who secretly stroked down his ho chest.

"Mm-hmm. Just last night's explanation, I'm not sure. Is your grace just that you can't hurt or break it?

As for Shemr, who must be familiar with the grace to support the Ethereal Horse from now on, that was a natural question. But the Ethereal Horse was impoverished with a response.

"... the truth is, I'm still not sure either"

The Ethereal Horse, worried about what to explain, thought it would actually be better to do it and show it.

"Hey, watch it"

Place large leaves on the ground instead of dishes with chunks of ready-to-eat dried meat. And when I held the mountain knife that had been given to me for protection backwards, I shook it wide, sticking it dry and into the meat.

But instead of standing on dried meat, the mountain knife doesn't even stab at the tip of it.

Show it to Shemru, and now when you have that dried meat, scrape some with a mountain knife, and show it with your mouth.

To the pale horse chewing the dried meat, Shemr leaned his little neck.

"I'm not sure. No stabbing, good cutting?

Swallow the chewed dried meat before the Ethereal Horse answers.

"Me too, I'm still not sure. I just can't seem to try to stab him. But is it good to cut it off to eat? Like that."

"I have no idea how it's different."

The Ethereal Horse smiles bitterly at Shemr, who wrinkles her nose in dissatisfaction.

"See. You don't say 'hurt' or 'destroy' to cut it off to eat, do you? I guess that's what I'm saying."

"That's a lot of ambiguity."

Shemru says as if he was frightened.

"Yeah. So I feel like I'm going to eat an awesome cliche when I'm trying to use it conveniently, using that I can't hurt or break it"

"The guy named Aura can only be considered a sexual villain."

I also feel strongly sympathetic to that opinion. No matter what anyone hears, such grace would only seem to be harassment of the Ethereal Horse.

But that wasn't the only thing the Ethereal Horse was feeling from grace.

"I feel something more malicious from this grace."

To the unsatisfactory words, Shemru frowns.

"Don't you just make sure you can't leave us?

"If that's all Aura's purpose, I think she might have taken a different form. By the time I got this favor, I'd already decided to fight, and most importantly, Aura herself, so that I couldn't escape now."

The Ethereal Horse drops his gaze on his widened right palm.

"So maybe this grace has a different purpose, and I think so."

"... I see"

When Shemr throws the gourmet dough into his mouth, he moves his mouth several times before swallowing it. Then I tried to tell the pale horse in a bright tone.

"But isn't that something called 'worrying about the quality of the fur you don't get'?

It is futile to worry about the good and evil of fur from before we even hunt it yet. It's Zoan's adage for meaning to say it's useless to worry about events that haven't even happened just like that.

"Well, maybe..."

I still don't know anything about the goddess Aura, or about the grace I have been given. If you think about Aura and Grace here and now, there will be no answer.

Thinking about Aura and Grace, I've decided to keep it that way now.

The problem of grace, which was not solved, but was one of the seeds of troubles, is slightly lightened by the fact that a single separation was made in the pale horse.

As we anticipated that, Shemr said.

"So, don't you have something to say to me from Soma?

The Ethereal Horse shook his body slightly.

Nothing. Even though the Ethereal Horse was worried without being able to convey something to herself, Shemr had noticed. And that's why he bothered to create an opportunity to cut it out.

"... I knew it would be hard for Shemru."

To Shemr, who understands and cares more about himself than anyone else, the Ethereal Horse surrenders completely with his hands up. Besides, Shemr made his nostrils bigger just to be sure.

When the Ethereal Horse faces him seriously, he faces Shemr directly from the front.

And with strong determination, I said this.

Shemr wants the ambush to turn around.