Hakai no Miko

"How can you hope for the rulers of this city?

Anyway, Eladia, who wanted to know the situation in which they were placed, first asked the Zoan women warriors, who were taking care of themselves, so that they could meet the Ethereal Horse.

Then the Ethereal Horse is out of town with everyone for training and is taught to be absent. But Zoan's female warrior, who was sympathetic to the plight of the elf women, bothered to use the drums to get in touch and even get back to me.

"After the evening, they'll see you."

"Oh, I knew," Eladia sighed small in her chest, thinking Zoan's female warrior was good and the reply she had received.

In her experience so far, she only sees you after the evening because it was decided on the convenience of bringing you straight into the bedroom.

For this reason, when Eladia purified herself with the water of the well, she put red on her lips, asked her sisters to jerk off their hair, chose the finest clothing possible and wrapped herself, preparing herself for a meeting with the Ethereal Horse.

The figure of Eladia, who so adorned, was a beauty that, if touched, did not seem to be of reality that would disappear. The sisters couldn't help but weep when they realized she was trying to offer a human body for herself to such an Eladia figure.

Eladia, sent out with the tears of such sisters, was passed in a place where the Ethereal Horse was meeting face to face with the Crusaders, who were the Lord of the Garams.

Eladia is slightly bewildered that she thought it would be passed into the bedroom exactly or at least something that would make them both feel alike.

Still, he quickly switched his mind and quickly observed those on the spot.

According to the stories of the women of Zoan who took care of themselves, it was humans who commanded this revolt.

There are only two people in this room right now.

One looks like a poor boy, and this will be different. The other is a faceted, magnificent man who said he was a soldier in the war to see. I'm pretty sure he's the one who directed this revolt.

Eladia, who thought so, tried to guess what kind of woman the man preferred, but it was the boy who spoke up to the Zoan woman warrior who had guided her.

No way. At Eladia's, the boy smiled with a smile as he came.

"Nice to meet you. I say, pale horse. Er..."

Eladia was under a smiling mask, upset.

Eladia, who was a luxury whore, is confident in her eyes to identify a man. But even with that eye, the boy in front of him didn't look so good to the kind of person who would have done such a great thing.

However, if we observe at all the movements of people on this occasion, it is an unquestionable fact that this boy is at the heart of this occasion.

Eladia, who felt surprised, albeit slightly, that she was upset for the first time in decades, exhaled small and stifled it.

"I'm sorry. May I have your name?

To such Eladia, the Ethereal Horse asked his name first.

I wonder if he's someone who says things with a slightly lower back, but doesn't even give it a yawn, and Eladia introduces herself.

"I am very happy to worship your honor. My name is Eladia. What do you know?"

With that said, make him smile fluffy and soft. Only then did the unfamiliar Ethereal Horse light up and her gaze swim slightly.

Eladia, who didn't miss it aiming for it, murmured in her chest, "It doesn't even seem more stiff than I thought."

The pale horse, not knowing it was thought that way, asks, scratching his cheek in the light.

"I heard you wanted to talk to me about something?

That's how you play, Eladia smiles bitterly.

Some of the men who had so far coveted her body pushed her down with no questions asked, while others praised her beauty with a humble laugh and tried to attract that attention. And after understanding that she was in an irreversible position, some men thus blurred in the sky, making her say obedient words and obscene (twitchy) words, and enjoy them.

So Eladia mouths words that tickle a man's vanity in order to buy a man's pleasure, as usual.

"I would like to have mercy on you, Master Soma. My joy lies in the joy of Master Soma. This body and mind all belong to Master Soma. Please, have mercy on this lowlife."

The pale horse opened her mouth pompously to Eladia, who knelt with the hem of her garment spread on the floor like a petal.

To that reaction, Eladia regrets that she mishandled it. I wonder if I prefer a woman who shows more resistance to a submissive woman, pretending that words are winds desperately hiding shame in her back, slightly turning away from her gaze and letting her body tremble small.

But rather, Eladia was baffled, even though the Ethereal Horse began to panic.

"Hey, wait a minute!

At last, Aoima realized that the communication of the will was occurring.

"What does that mean?!?"

Marcronis, who was there, sees it and tells the Ethereal Horse.

"She wants your love. You can call me a slave."

But still, the Ethereal Horse didn't seem to understand it at all, just to make his eyes pat (if only) instantly. Marcronis, who thought this would have to be done without using more direct language, tells him to chew it up.

"She can offend herself as she pleases. They're happy to accept that. Instead, I'm asking for your asylum."

Finally, the Ethereal Horse understood the situation. I really turn my face bright red and scream with my big mouth open.

"What!? Yeah ~!?"

The Ethereal Horse is also a man. In a novel I read in modern Japan, I didn't even hate the development of a protagonist tripping to another world making a harem and doing a lot with a pretty girl. I used to dream that if I went to another world myself, I would make such a harem. Of course, in that harem, the Elf daughter frame was meant to be properly secured.

But when you actually come to another world like this, there's no way you can afford to be making such a harem very much. Most importantly, it would not have been worthwhile for an Ethereal Horse who had never made out with a woman, even if she could afford it.

I look around at the people around me like I ask for help, but the men don't seem to understand why the Ethereal Horse is so disturbed uniformly.

In this world where violence still says things, it is only natural that the conqueror gets the right to free all the conquered. That's what Eladia says, no one will criticize her for making her our thing as a sex slave.

He was a pale horse who understood that was common sense in this world, but he couldn't have easily reopened it with joy. With such courage, he is living a slightly different life.

And no matter what you say, Shemr's unwavering trust in whining bosomly, "Don't let Soma be with such a lowlife guy" next door is so scary.

The liver balls of the Ethereal Horse were not big enough to say that they would accept Eladia in this situation.

Anyway, the Ethereal Horse persuaded Eladia desperately by gesturing in order to solve the misunderstanding. In a way, it might have been more desperate than when it was "the iron declaration".

"... is that for real?

It was worth it, and Eladia finally realized her mistake. Until earlier, the face that had been cropped like a doll just came up with a decent look, making it a slightly more people-like face.

"I'm not going to enslave anyone! True! You are free."

From that desperate attitude, Eladia decided that the Ethereal Horse did not appear to be lying or falsifying.

Once that happened, Eladia's consciousness, which had so far diverged, fell on her body.

And Eladia cried.

Even though his mind and body were defiled, it was not in vain that he had just used his father's last words as a base and continued to protect his sisters. I felt like everything had paid off.

"Father......! Father......!

Occasionally, Eladia sobs as she whimpers.

Suddenly, Eladia continued to cry for a moment before the pale horses, who cried out but were puzzled.

When Eladia finally burst into tears, she smiled lustrously, and after apologizing for her disrespect until then, cut out like this to the Ethereal Horse.

"Aren't Elf Archers for you?

Make it Zoan or Dwarf or Dinosaurian who is currently a force of Ethereal Horses, all excellent warriors with tough flesh. But that power is only exerted in the Battle of the White Soldiers, and I really don't like fighting at a distance.

For that reason, I was worried about my head about what to do with the enemy archers in advance of the battle against the Crusaders, but the word elf archers heard there was something I didn't even wish for the Ethereal Horse.

However, it is natural that elves in fantasy works known by Ethereal Horses in modern Japan are good at bows, but the question boils down whether this is the case at all in this world.

When Eladia laughed small at the question on her face, she said to look at her arms first.

Suddenly, Eladia will show her bow skill in front of everyone, and she will be kakashi in the garden of the Lordship's official residence. And as the Ethereal Horses circled, Eladia stood about thirty melts (roughly thirty meters) away from Kakashi.

Eladia hesitated slightly when she tried to grab the bow prepared there.

The bow is a everyday tool for the elf, a friend and sacred one who suffers together. An anxiety broke through my brain that if I tried to touch my dirty self, I would be rejected by a bow.

But never with a bow in your hand.

Leather touch wrapped around the grip. And the presence of trees felt through it. Along with the feeling of sucking on your palms, the excitement of blood refluxing from it rushes all over your body at once.

Oh. I knew I was an elf.

Eladia shuddered with clarity (at best) and emotion at the feel of the bow she hadn't touched in decades.

Once again, Eladia confirms the bow after indulging in the emotion. Gripping condition, bow wrinkles, stringed strength. The bow is bigger than Eladia's ideal, but on the contrary, tension and rebellion feel insufficient. But I broke it off for my weakened arm because I hadn't pulled a bow in a long time, which would be better than a poorly strong bow.

Eladia, opposite Kakashi, checks the contents of the hips' arrows. There are seven arrows inside.

"This is my first bow in my hand, so I'll just try two shots"

Eladia scratches up her hair to expose her elf-specific long, pointed ears.

Elf's ears are not meaninglessly big. Originally, in the woods, where trees thrive and have poor vision, it is the result of an evolution to find prey or, conversely, to detect dangerous beast approaching, so as not to miss a slight sound.

Plus, it's not just big. I wouldn't know if I didn't observe it so close, but the earshell (the part of the ear that makes up the ear, the outer, middle, and inner ears, that is out of the body even in the outer ear. what is commonly called an ear) inside there was a fine hydra drawing a complex line of bulge. This is believed to have the effect of an acoustic lens that efficiently collects sounds received by long ears.

Moreover, according to one theory, Elf's ears are all about wind direction and its wind power, as well as high performance sensors that can feel temperatures, humidity and even atmospheric pressure at the end. In fact, the elf's earshell is so fine that it doesn't compare to that of a human.

And although the elves of the day weren't theoretical, they knew that instinctively exposing their ears would make them feel more surrounding.

Eladia first releases the first arrow. The arrow deviated to the right, bigger than Kakashi, and fell potpourrily far ahead.

Then a second shot. Now I flew straight, but I still fell in front of Kakashi.

In everyone who watched it, the air also flows similar to the disappointment that the elf bow heard rumors were like this.

Eladia connected the third arrow.

If you say you're not nervous, you're lying.

With the two shots I've had, I've been able to grasp more or less the habits and powers of this bow. But my arm, which I hadn't touched my bow in decades, fell more than I thought.

But if we don't show ourselves the power of the elves here, we'll be lagging behind other species.

Eladia's nerves were also screaming with tension, like strings of bows squeezed with critical noise.

At that time, a flurry of wind softened Eladia's ears.

'No, Eladia. With so much force, it will slack to the right'

In Eladia's ear, the words rise when she was once learning a bow from her father.

Elves are less obsessed with something. Because its long life allows us to just afford to enjoy what we are interested in sometimes.

But the only exception is the bow.

Elves are born with a bow in their hand.

These are words when praising the skill of the elf's bow, which is widely spoken of in the Continent of Cerdeas.

Exactly that's too exaggerated, but the elves are held more bow toys than they were when they were babies, and by the time they get old enough, the bows are given away as a celebration of growth, so they start practicing. Eladia has also encouraged her father to train every day as a division from when things came to light until he was imprisoned by the Imperial Army.

That was a short time for the elves, but actually comparable to the years until one human was born and grown into an adult. The foundations built in Eladia over those years were still breathing in her.

"... OK, Father"

Eladia slightly modified her aim.

And an arrow can be fired.

There was a slight sound.

At first, everyone didn't know what that sounded like. But when he gazed, an arrow stood in the middle of Kakashi's torso, shaking faintly.

"... whoa!

Out of everyone's mouth, a twist of admiration occurs.

The arrow then shot stands slightly upper-right than the previous arrow. The Ethereal Horses wondered if their aim was somewhat off. But then the arrows that were fired, they stood against Kakashi's throat, eyebrows, and head, and the other two arrows were shooting pigeon tails and heart, respectively.

The Ethereal Horse, unfamiliar with the bow and arrow, asked Shahata, who was most familiar with the bow and arrow, because he thought it was amazing but didn't even know how much it was.

Then Shahata answered with a grudge.

"Lord Soma is mean. Spare me the candle lights, like hearing the sun blink."

At that distance, it's not hard to hit Kakashi even in Shahata. But it's impossible to target the steeple exactly that way. On his own, Shahata dropped her shoulder disappointingly just because she thought she was quite skilled.

The pale horse is impressed with the way it is.

As Eladia walks over after shooting an arrow there, she gracefully greets the Ethereal Horse.

"As long as you show off your awkward moves and embarrass yourself. Now this is the best you can do."

"Is that bow bad?

As if, the Ethereal Horse was surprised at the mouthfeel that the bow would have shown better results if it had been better.

"No. As a human bow, wouldn't it be better? But knowing Elfinbow, I'm really dissatisfied."

"What Elfinbow?

"It's a bow that we pass on to the elves. I'd love to make it if I had the time, but this time I just have to put up with it"

Eladia's words felt strong pride. I wonder how confident I am with Elfinbow. The Ethereal Horse, intrigued by it, asks what.

"Heh. What kind of bow is that?

"Are you interested?" Eladia's eyes glowed demonically. "Elfinbow's method should never be taught to others, but if Master Soma is really..."

There, a strange voice goes up.

"Yikes!

That was a nasty voice, out of which Dvarin forced himself to swallow a surprising voice.

On this occasion, the only person who would have known the value of Elfinbow would have been Dvarin, except Eladia.

The range and power of the bow and arrow depends on the skill of the archer, but is generally determined by the tension and rebellion of the bow itself used. For this reason, if you try to increase your range and power very simply, you can create a larger bow that can exert greater tension. I mean, it's Longbow.

But for the elves who were hunting in the forest, bows are everyday tools. With its large bow, it is very inconvenient to carry it in the woods where branches and spreads thrive.

So the elves strengthened the bow by improving the material, not the size.

And it was a bow called Elfinbow that was made.

Whereas bows of this era were made of only one type of wood, elphin bows are made of multiple materials, such as metal and animal horns, bones, skins and tendons, not just wood. They regulate tension and rebellion by combining different materials, both hardness and elasticity, so that the unevenness of those materials can withstand the force applied to the bow.

Due to the complexity and shape of these materials, Elphin Bow is a superweapon the size of a small bow but with a range and power equal to or greater than Longbow.

It would also be natural for the nations of man, including the empire at dawn of battle, to have demanded such an elphin bow and its making. But Elfinbow's method was the secret of Elves, and all the human craftsmen who challenged him to make it failed.

So the emperor of the empire, when he captured the king of the elves who knew how to make it, tried to make him vomit the method by torture. But the king of that elf never breaks his mouth, no matter what kind of torture he may be subjected to. The emperor, angry at it, showed his queen and princess in a scattered humiliation in the sight of his king, but nevertheless the king of the elves did not break his mouth and, at last, he threw himself through the window with a flash of watch, allegedly defending the Elfinbow's secret with his own life.

The Ethereal Horse, not knowing how to do so or the value of Elfinbow, showed it with a Japanese specific reluctance.

"Yeah. If it's such an important method, you don't have to force me to tell you."

Besides, Doverlyn, who was listening well, leaks a slight sigh.

For Dwarf's craftsman, Dvarin, Elfinbow had complicated thoughts.

It is Elfinbow who was finally unable to make it, challenged by the famous Dwarves who say that there is nothing in this world that cannot be made.

Even if you dismantle the slightly obtained elphin bow and thoroughly examine it, use the exact same material, and create a reproduction that you can't tell which is the real one, somehow you can only do something that doesn't end up with real power.

Finally, one of the famous Dwarves, shamed, piled the gold and silver treasures with mountains, and asked the king of the elves to teach him how to make them. But the king of the elf answered:

"If you pile up the same amount of treasure, will you teach me how to make glass?

Similar to Elfinbow's method for Elves, Glass's method for Dwarves is the secret of doorstep.

The celebrity, unable to say a word back to the king of the elves, says he backed off amazingly.

To the discouraged doverlin, Eladia laughed cously, then lowered her head deeply toward the pale horse when she changed her expression.

"Thank you very much for trying to imitate Master Soma."

He was a pale horse who realized that he was being tried to tell the Elves the secrets of Elfinbow, but he didn't even show his blame for just laughing bitterly. All that or I can desperately scold Shemr, who swells in Eladia's disrespect in his place.

Then again, I admired Eladia's bow.

That's not just because Shahata taught me how awesome she is.

Eladia is the beauty of Elf, the master of bows. That was precisely the very figure in the fantasy novel that Aoima loaded so much in modern Japan. With such a person in front of him, a fantasy-loving Ethereal Horse couldn't help but be excited.

Eladia accidentally leaks a smile at a pale horse who admires herself with such childish excitement.

Oh, my God, he's cute.

Eladia was also surprised at herself that she had such feelings for humans.

"So, could you hire me as an archer?

Of course, there was no way that the Ethereal Horse would reject the offer, and the Elves would join the Ethereal Horse faction.

For the record, the Ethereal Horse was also allowed to pull a bow to try it later.

But even though Eladia was an easy squeezing bow, the Ethereal Horse can't pull as much as half as much force.

"The bow isn't just about power, it's about reason, Master Soma."

That's what they said, but the Ethereal Horse had no idea. I was desperate to pull the string, but my fingers finally took the limit and I accidentally let them go. Because of the way I was pulling the mess, the arrow I was connected to flew sideways as I rotated about what happened and hit the chest of the gallum I was there.

Gallum compared the arrow that fell at his feet to the pale horse and then said:

"Soma, you better be gracious. Don't be a nuisance around me."

The pale horse had no choice but to be ashamed.

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Having gained the understanding of the Ethereal Horse, Eladia rushed back to the sisters with her bow strapped together.

When he left, Eladia ran back with a vibrant look that was somewhere near broken. The sisters were amazed at what had happened.

Eladia told them to bite off the will of the Ethereal Horse in front of the bewildered ones, and said:

"If anyone wants their deprived freedom and dignity back, take the bow with me!

Of course, no one said no.

The women of the elves, who thus rose their bows in their hands, moved willingly, as if to reclaim their reckless time until then.

I forgot to sleep and started training to regain the feeling of a bow I had forgotten over the years. Am I no longer satisfied with the bow used by the Bornis defensemen in time, or when I borrowed tools from the Dwarves, I even went out to those who modify the bow with their own hands or start making their own bows without getting tired of it?

"It's good to make bows and arrows, are you guys okay?

I can't help but worry about the Ethereal Horse visiting the workshop. As far as the Ethereal Horse knows, the Elf women continue to train and make bows and arrows with almost insomnia rest. It helps that you work hard, but you could have fallen like this.

But Eladia shakes her head small.

"I apologize for worrying about Master Soma. But..."

Eladia turns her gaze to the sisters who make bows and arrows.

"Take a look. Give me that happy face. Those girls are so happy right now. Because I can touch a bow that I thought I would never be able to touch again, and I can make arrows that I thought I would never be able to make. Now, let those daughters do as they please."

If they say so, the Ethereal Horse will be unable to say anything.

Indeed, the faces of the elf women making the bows and arrows were vivid and radiant. The figure no longer belonged to a sexual slave who was pessimistic about its raw and just lived. It was the figure of a warrior trying to fight by his own will.

"Be sure to see how Soma rewards you."

And even though Eladia, along with about two hundred sisters who entered the position, was an overwhelmingly advantageous condition to say that she would bear the north wind, she gave the opponent little room to even shoot an arrow at the archer battalion in the Holmea country, as declared, and repelled and showed this.

At this time, the women of the elves were covering their licences with black cloth in disgrace of exposing their faces on the battlefield from the burden of being sex slaves.

This is the first time when Zoan followed the Ethereal Horse in a night raid, he heard about the Zoans hiding their faces with a black cloth and imitated it. After this, they always began to hide their licences with black cloth when they stood on the battlefield.

This is the prototype of a "black elf archer" who will later be cursed as "the whores of the Son of Destruction", while at the same time being feared by neighbouring countries by his loyalty and exceptional bowing.

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When the temporary shock left, Darius calmed down and observed the enemy formation.

From the movement in the enemy formation and the number of arrows fired at this Archer Battalion, the Elf Archer is estimated to be approximately two hundred. No matter how many elf archers you may be, you have nothing to fear in that number.

Nor did he think that was more than the number in the enemy formation, even if he was an ambush who would be lurking somewhere. If there was just such a massive reinforcement, you'd notice anywhere, no matter how much.

Thinking about it, ambushes are still as expected initially, or somewhat more than that. Then you will settle for this battle if you defeat even the enemy troops in the enemy line with all the armies, rather than fearing the ambushes for no reason.

Darius, who so decided, gave his life to the commanding officer.

"This doesn't reveal any! Pass to the Heavy Spear Infantry Regiment! Forward, ravage the enemy!

"We will recite it! Pass to the Heavy Spear Infantry Regiment! Forward, ravage the enemy!

When Darius' life-giving conductor gets a whip on his horse, he rushes to the heavy-duty Spear Infantry Regiment. After that appearance disappeared into the regiment, a drum was beaten a while later, and with its clapping, something like waves ran into the formation formed by the regiment.

Finally, a dense formation was set in motion by Holmeer's proud heavy-duty spear infantry.