Hakai no Miko

"Look, Eladia. Do your best for your brothers and sisters. Because that's the duty imposed on us."

That was the last word left by her father to Eladia, who was a young man.

A gentle stroke of her crying head, Father takes the slightly surviving warriors and rushes them across the red-burning woods.

There are soldiers in the country named Empire who have suddenly attacked this calm forest, even though they say they are awaiting a lot.

And Eladia never saw her father again after that.

That is the story of when the empire was still dawning in battle with hegemony in the centre of the continent.

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An elf woman is a living treasure.

This is by no means a metaphorical expression.

As a reality, the women of the elves are treated as treasures. It is not uncommon for an Elf woman to be given in place of a treasure as a gift to a powerful man, as a gift to a featured warlord, as a gift to a trader.

To be treated as such involved to a large extent the characteristics of the elf species.

Of the seven races that inhabit this continent of Cerdeas, the elves are considered to be the closest species to man. It is even said in mythology that when a human God creates man, it is the elf who made reference to his appearance.

Although not as certain as the authenticity of this myth, the figure of an elf and a human was actually very similar. Without even the long, pointy ears that are the pedigree traits of the elves, it is difficult to distinguish the elves from the humans by their appearance alone.

Also, appearances aren't the only similarities.

Typically, mixing between other races is considered impossible. However, it was said that only a combination of humans and elves and humans and mermans could be mixed. It is, however, an indisputable fact that the mixed race of humans and Marman leaves no rumours, whereas a half-elf, a generation only mixed species that cannot be made a child between the elves and humans, is born.

This fact of being a child made it easier to overcome the mental barrier that heterogeneous rape was contraindicated.

And another peculiar feature of the elf turned it into the greatest tragedy for the elf.

The elves, as a characteristic of the species, all in all look very neat from a human point of view.

Any difference in people's preferences would answer that almost all humans are beautiful if asked if the elves are beautiful. The beauty of the elves is so outstanding. When it comes to beauty, all I can say is that the seeds are exactly different.

Because of their beauty, the elves were considered to feed on the beasts of men.

Moreover, the superstitions whispered among the human powers applaud it.

The elves were considered immortal among humans because of the elf's characteristic that they could barely see aging on the outside.

But in fact, the elves also have a lifespan.

The life expectancy of an elf is approximately three hundred years. It can't be called immortality at best, but it's also impossible to misinterpret it as immortality if you try it from a short-lived human being.

Such a misconception gave rise to the superstition that youth is preserved by mating with the young daughter of the immortal elf.

The last thing that the East and West, those in power and those who have made up tremendous fortunes in ancient times and now want is eternal life. They wielded the power and the financial power in their hands, and sought the woman of the elves. In many countries, including the Empire, elf hunting took place frequently (hives), especially because of the rarity of maidens who did not know men, and so the women of the countless elves have been stripped of their purity and dropped into sexual slavery.

And it was precisely those victims who were in the city of Bornis.

If they were pleased with it when the Ethereal Horse who dropped Bornis cried out for the liberation of slaves in the "Iron Manifesto," they are not.

In fact, when the Ethereal Horse issued the "Iron Manifesto," they still remained imprisoned as sex slaves.

Why their liberation was so delayed, the reason was for the Dwarves.

Elves and Dwarves are each other's enemies from the age of mythology. When the Dwarves revolted, they did not even imitate the harm they inflicted on the women of the Elves, the enemies, but did not take the initiative to liberate them.

For that reason, the Ethereal Horse learned of their existence when he finished the "Iron Manifesto" and finally examined the state of the city of Bornis to intercept the impending Crusaders.

Knowing that the elf women were being held captive as sex slaves, the Ethereal Horse immediately freed them. And he made them dwell in the room of the invisible lord's residence, and asked the women warriors of Zoan to take care of them.

The response of this pale horse is, of course, to take into account their previous situation.

But the elf women, they didn't think so.

He only thought that the new human master, who followed the enemy dwarf, was collecting himself as a loot in his dwelling.

But as long as I lived, my new master never came to them. There is no sign that she will be summoned as one of her sisters. The Zoan women warriors who initially thought they were watching over this one also feel a lot more concerned about this one.

As the week, two weeks and time went by while in that condition, the elf women began to become more and more anxious.

Something's wrong.

It was supposed to be a delightful situation, but they had the illusion that they were in some terrible situation that they could not imagine, thinking pessimistically out of that situation.

This misunderstanding was also responsible for the neglect of the Ethereal Horse.

Originally, we should have also explained the "declaration of iron" when we let them go. Also, even if we couldn't do that, we were getting reports from Zoan's female warriors that the elf women were still locked up in their rooms and that something was wrong. I had as much time to hit my hands as I could.

But the Ethereal Horse left them alone, and struck no hand.

But that wasn't impossible either.

The Ethereal Horse has never socialized with a woman before. That's all. All I talk about in school are my boyfriends, except for something about greeting, when it comes to heterosexuals who have had a decent conversation, it's the end of only raising the mother's name.

A pale horse unfamiliar with such a woman would naturally feed on the beasts of the human men, and become awkward to meet with the elf women who have licked spicy acids.

Though both Ethereal Horse and Maz thought it was a pretext to respond to the impending crusaders, they had postponed their response to the women of the elves.

One woman lifted her hips when such a vagarious state persisted and anxiety began to rise among the women of the elves.

Her name is Eladia.

He is an elf luxury whore who has been sold from the land of the Empire far away.

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somewhat southeastern than the imperial capital inhabited by the emperor in the central part of the continent.

There was a deep ancient forest there that did not lean on humans.

But it is a story of the past. Nowadays, what is there is a large factory that was single-handedly taking on the manufacture of Imperial Army weapons during the period of strife when the Empire had just been founded. Around it, the ground formerly covered by lichens, like carpets, was dug back for ore collection and the red soil swept out, and the trees, which were spreading large branches in heaven, were felled without a single bottle as fuel, producing rough land. There is no longer a shadow of the old days there.

Its lost ancient forest is the home of Eladia until she became a girl.

That day, her life was radically changed by the Imperial Army, which attacked the forest in search of subhuman eradication and territorial expansion.

Eradia, who had been burned home and had just lost his father or himself captured by the Imperial Army, was put in an iron cage with sisters in similar circumstances and taken to the stone capital known as the Empire City.

And so Eladia was put to the competition.

It was an old man with skinny (or thin body) like a dead tree who won her the bid. He was a dying old man whose collar was grabbed by a reaper, but I remember that only his eyes were gleaming with greasy desires.

That night when the bid was won, Eladia was deprived of her purity by the old man.

Then again, she was offended like every night. Just a little resistance or a defiant attitude, the old man hits me with his cane relentlessly. It was like, every day I kept having nightmares I wouldn't wake up.

In such hell, whenever Eladia realizes that she is separated into two.

One, as always, is his own body being assembled and offended by an old man on the bedside.

And the other is looking pale down at that sight from the top, the other self.

It was a strange feeling of a lost sense of reality, as if you were admiring a terribly ill-made tragedy featuring yourself and a doll that looked just like you.

It must have been Eladia's self-defense in trying to protect her mind by pushing her hard experiences into the flesh and driving her consciousness outside.

I'm not sure if that's happiness or unhappiness, but at least Eladia stopped crying.

Then a while later, the old man dies lightly. The result is ironic because an old man who was paranoid (already) to the raw drowned in Eladia's body and instead reduced his life expectancy.

Eladia, who was put up to compete again, is offended again there when she is bought by another man. In repeating that several times, Eladia learned the art of selling (cobbles) to a man and making him happy (cobbles) on the bedside.

All to preserve the Father's final words.

You can't save all the elves. Then save your sisters, at least as far as you can see. To do this, you have to be liked enough to influence ugly human men who greed (mumble) themselves.

Luckily, Eladia had grown into a beauty out of the group among the elves.

Long blonde hair stretched around her waist with slight ripples, reminiscent of a golden wheat field that soars in the wind. White as freshly squeezed milk, skin that sucks on your fingers as soft as spider thread if you touch it. A neat nostril on a thin brow like pulling a single brush. Slightly thick lips are sensual and, along with their deep green eyes, cause a man's heart to swing.

The poet, once quite famous in the Empire, says that's how he described her beauty.

Using its beauty as a weapon, Eladia has continued to captivate countless men.

And it was when he was kept by the king of a certain great power, under the umbrella of the Empire.

As usual, she used that beauty and polished manipulation to try to bone the king in the blink of an eye (again) and work her sisters to make their lives a little better.

But that's where the unexpected gets in the way.

It was a queen who was jealously insane.

Kings that surround a subracial whore princess are usually the ones the couple is chilling out. In addition, the Queen is a queen who greets the male prostitute.

In fact, the queen also had a number of mistresses and male prostitutes that were not enough with her fingers on both hands, but it still seemed intolerable for her husband, the king, to let the other women out of depression.

When the queen expected the king to vacate the country on official business, she summoned your slave traders to sell off Eladia. It is not from mercy that the Queen sold off to the slave traders without killing Eladia.

At the heart of the world in this era was the central zone of a continent with an empire, and it was the perception of the imperial people that there were no civilizations such as the western part of a continent with a Holmeer nation. The queen was not content to kill but to make Eladiah a comforter to the savages.

"You ask the ugly savages to adore their mundane bodies at best"

When turning herself over to a slave trader, Eladia doesn't feel as humiliated as Mao, even though the queen scolds her with plain contempt. All that or I was even impressed with what makes man so ugly when the rose flower and the glorified beauty of the queen distort into hatred.

From Eladia, who was still diverting consciousness from her body, this was only part of the poor tragedy she was admiring.

The journey from the Empire to the West Side was never a bad one. The treatment of the elves, an expensive commodity, differs from cloud mud when compared to other slaves. Especially the treatment of Eladia, a luxury whore who even dealt with royalty, was extraordinary.

After several months of sailing, reaching a country called Jeboa, Eladia called out loud rumors in the blink of an eye (again) when revealed by a slave trader in the touch of "the beautiful princess of the elf who came from the Empire".

But the selling price put on her was enough to make her eyes pop, even if she was a beautiful elf luxury whore. Given her beauty and background, it was reasonable, but just as well, the luxuries and the great nobles stepped on two feet and thought even the slave traders of the day would not be able to sell them immediately.

But soon the buyer will be named.

He was a slave trader for the Holmeer royal family.

For this slave trader, who was looking for a slave to be the highlight of Holmeer King Walius Sadma Holmeanis' birthday, Eladia was just a slave to hit and follow. Satisfied with this unexpected harvest, the slave trader decided to roll up his plans and leave Jeboa in an attempt to hand Eladia over to the King as soon as possible.

And Bornis, the city of the first Holmeer country I visited.

So Eladia meets a pale horse.