Hakai no Miko

"I can't do this anymore! Run away, run away!

It was the Mildas service cleric who screamed that pitiful scream.

Until the battle began, Mirdas lined up beside Darius's chariot the servants of the inflexible man, sticking out their plump fat bellies on them, and flinching. With a general in command of all the armies, he thought that the sight of the rebels being exterminated might be a sight to behold.

But when the battle began, not only did they move us that way, but the dirty birds dropped stones and panicked and other scattered eyes.

That's it, now we're all going to storm those horrible Zoans. Even though the loss was decided, it only seemed insane if we tried from Mirdas, such as storming only at the neck of the enemy's head.

"We lost, so let's get out of here!

But there is no one to deal with Mirdas as one.

To Mirdas, who had assumed that everyone was listening and obeying to his word, a great ecclesiastical cleric, it was a different sight beyond his understanding. In addition, I feel sick because I am in a killing mood that sprinkles from the bodies of soldiers waiting for Darius' special attack order now or now. Mirdas let him drip (sweat) from all over his face and vomited his words of remorse.

"It was still a mistake. I didn't involve him like that......!

But it is a silence.

Naturally, Darius was furious when he heard it.

"You! Do you know who commands these rebels?!"

I was just about to order a special attack, but that's just not something I can ignore.

Mirdas' oral rhetoric was clearly something he knew who was leading the rebels. Depending on its content, if you knew it beforehand, it could not have been such an unmatched defeat. There was also no reason for anger to gush close to hatred against Mirdas, who had hidden it until now.

Mirdas, now aware of his own rudeness, hurriedly presses his mouth, but no longer can he have had a word out of his mouth once.

"Spit it out! What do you know?!"

Darius's wrath and the soldiers who were around Mirdas kill each other once and for all. He poked the tip of the spear in his hand at Mirdas and glanced at him with a glimpse of intent to kill him.

If I'm going to say something bad, I'm going to be skewered all over my body. Surrounded by killing, Mirdas will still look like he's going to cry. Anyone who looks around for help because they are good, but of course the kind who sympathizes with Mirdas is not alone on this occasion.

Mirdas perceived that there was no longer an escape, and said a blur.

"Ah... he's your son... so..."

"I can't hear you! Clearly!"

With Darius's fury, the ears of the soldiers who were being poked at pack a long way in time. And I said, "Hiya!" Mirdas, who screamed small, burst into tears and shouted out loud.

"He's your son!

To the unexpected words that came out of Mirdas' mouth, the soldiers continued.

"Son?! Do you even say that the Son of God of man is cooperating with the Fae?!"

If we are told that he is the son of a human race, it is also impossible for Darius to think of him whom God of man has graced. Mirdas rushes to deny the mistake.

"No, no!

If the Son of God of man were to unleash rebellion by freeing the slaves of the subhuman race, he could shake the doctrine of the ecclesiastical religion that glorifies the superiority of the human race from its roots. In that case, even the life of its ecclesiastical cleric, his own authority, would be in danger.

"He's Aura's son, so sooo!!"

Darius went further absurd with the unfamiliar name Aura.

"Aura?! What is it, Aura?!"

Trying to solve the misunderstanding of the angry Darius. Not too much, Mirdas reveals the existence of God that the Episcopal Church kept secret without thinking later.

"Aura is the goddess who created the Seven-Pillar God by killing him! The Great God, older than the Seven Pillars God! Death and destruction, I am a great goddess!

The words burst into the hearts of Darius and the others, becoming an invisible shock.

All the soldiers who were on the spot or even Darius lose much of their words of surprise to the presence of the dreaded goddess they hear for the first time.

Just for a moment, a creepy silence descends on the battlefield that is unlike any other.

After a while, a bossy grunt broke out of the soldiers. It is a weak grunt, as if to indulge in the contents of the word in your mouth.

"Aura......?

"Aura, goddess of death and destruction......?

The grunt spreads among the soldiers like a wave of sorts.

"Son of Aura!

"Son of Aura, goddess of death and destruction!

The waves overlap and become one wave.

"Son of the Goddess of Death and Destruction!

"Son of Death and Destruction!

And what was a wave finally becomes rage, breaking the hearts of the soldiers.

"" Son of Destruction!! "

It was a scream.

Until earlier, the eyes of soldiers filled with war had a frightening colour that could not be hidden.

Darius vehemently regretted questioning Mirdas.

All on this occasion are the warring warriors who have dived through the battlefield many times with Darius. Even if the enemy is a million troops, with Darius he will not fear. That is because we trust Darius, of course, because in the army they are taught that if they bravely fight and die, they will be summoned to the God of man, where they will gain eternal life.

So I'm not afraid to fight and die.

But that's not the same story as killing your son.

If I kill your son, I may touch the wrath of his God.

The possibility was another fear from death.

Once, in the age of mythology, there was a man named Genovanda. Genovanda, who was foolish and arrogant, one day touched the wrath of all seven pillars of the gods, and when he could turn his figure into an ugly monster, he was slapped down by a swamp of manure at the bottom of the earth. And even now, Genovanda says she begs the gods for mercy while fishing for manure deep in the land where no light reaches her.

This is a famous legend common to all seven races of the continent of Cerdeas. Anyone who lives on the continent, regardless of race, is raised as a child when parents say, "Bad kids who don't listen will be genobandas," and calling their opponents "genobandas" is also the greatest disdain.

And the soldiers feared that by killing their son, they would become the second genobanda.

But it is a matter of concern.

In the age of mythology, you don't have to know, and no matter how much you have killed your gracious son, the gods have nothing to interfere with the world of men. In the past, some sons died in battle or were assassinated, but never did the gods punish those who laid their hands on their sons. This is also evident from the fact that Innocent, the founder of the ecclesiastical religion, was executed by the same human hand.

But soldiers who fight on the battlefield of their lives are responsible for testing anyway. For such superstitious soldiers, the killing of your son, who might touch God's wrath, was nothing but fear.

In addition to that, Darius, who was a trusted general, was defeated by an enemy inferior to his army because the Son of Destruction and his delusion that he had brought up terrible sorcery or something, applauds the fear of the soldiers.

To the appearance of the soldiers frightened by fear, Darius leaked a bitter roar from between his eaten teeth.

No longer, I lost my last chance to win too.

Dead soldiers who know fear cease to be dead soldiers. Fear of your son calls for fear of battle, and fear of battle calls for fear of death. Then it's no longer just a soldier. I'm scared of fear, I'm just going to be a soldier.

Fear will blunt the soldiers' feet.

Fear would tie the hands of the soldiers waving their weapons.

A soldier who has done so cannot deliver his sword to his son at last.

But if this opportunity is missed, the rebels will accumulate power and become a great disaster for Holmea. I just know that, and still Darius wondered if we should retreat.

It was Marius who made such a decision in place of Darius.

"Turn back your chariot! Retreat, retreat!

Marius turns a blind eye to Zoan's pursuit unit coming this way. The Zoans were no longer close. Marius, who sees that even now moving into retreat will be devoured behind it, calls for more.

"Only those whose lives are spared stay! Together with me, we will stop the enemy here so that His Excellency can escape safely!

"Ma, Marius!" Darius panicked. "Hey! Young men must not be sacrificed to keep me alive! My lord!

"I won't, my lord!

Marius reprimanded Darius. Darius is flabbergasted when he didn't think he would be reprimanded by a young man he thought was both his son and his disciple.

Marius smiled slightly at Darius's reaction.

"Because I am immature, I do not know what your Excellency is so afraid of. Then there is nothing else left for His Majesty to tell His Majesty what He fears correctly."

That was to tell Darius to live and return to the king and report his own defeat.

"Are you asking me to expose myself to shame?!"

"The true value of the general is questioned only at the time of his defeat. It is the responsibility of the defeated generals to correctly communicate the cause of defeat to those who go to the next battle so that they do not trample the same again. Isn't this your teaching?"

Darius couldn't carry on two sentences, either, when he was brought up the words he taught in the past.

Darius says quietly when the chariot, which was also slowly reorienting while searching for words, finally finished his head again.

"... sorry, Marius"

The voice was humid and slightly trembling.

And when I look up accidentally, I tell Marius to beg.

"But don't rush to death! Be sure to survive!

The sad look on Darius's face he sees for the first time, hot stuff stuck in his chest, and Marius, unable to speak, bows his head deeply on the horse.

And after the tank kicked up the dust and ran out, Marius finally looked up and whined small toward Darius as he rode himself out of the tank and looked back at this one.

"It's a raw farewell, my lord. Please return safely to the capital."

Then next to Marius, who turned his horse to the approaching Zoans, lined up with a middle-aged man who had grown a barren beard and cut his sesame head short.

Besides, Marius keeps a small eye out. The man looked familiar. He is a soldier out of civilian where Darius had spoken out intimately several times.

"Sure... Bogus, you said something?

"Heh. The civilian ascent is overwhelming, but I'll make it easier for you."

It was also an attitude that could be taken as disrespectful to Marius, a nobleman, but Marius laughs.

"My lord told me so much about you. - Insufficient role in Squadron Leader. He wanted to use it as his right arm if it wasn't for the loud people."

Bogus, not expecting to be praised on this occasion, blushed his cheeks and scratched his nose head with his fingers.

To Bogus like that, Marius, who laughed, asks him again for his expression.

"But it's Bogus. The noble officers also fled. You're a civilian. There's no reason you should stay."

"That's right. I made it easy for His Excellency the General to have a lot of good thoughts. And yet, if we get out of here, there 'll be a man, won't there?

"It must be!

If Marius looked back and smiled and agreed with Bogus, who jokes and says, there would have been roughly two hundred less soldiers left. Many of them are civilians out general soldiers who have followed the same Darius as Bogus for years.

"Oh, my God, there are so many idiots who want to die!

Marius said with a bright smile on the bottom.

Plus Bogus laughs and answers.

"Well, the Son of Destruction is a hundred times more motivated to stop the Zoans to help the General than to take his neck."

When he can pull in a laugh, Bogus takes the word for it with a serious face.

"Well, Admiral. Give me some instructions."

"Admiral..."

Marius, who had been biting off the word for a while, nodded one, as he was somehow convinced.

"That's not bad. One day I dreamed of leading the army as a general, but it came true"

Marius untied the cape string that was tied at her chest. Then a pure white cloak slipped off his back, falling to the ground and all over the mud.

A pure white cloak to be identified at a glance by allies, even on a confused battlefield, is a pride in itself for the Herald. It is never acceptable, such as putting it on the ground and soiling it with mud. In some cases, you will be severely punished for dismissing the conductor.

But Marius dared to do it.

In other words, he indicated to everyone that he did not intend to return alive.

"Build a sideline! Front row, line up your shields! Those with spears, line up behind them!

To that Marius decree, the soldiers turn a blind eye.

As if they had had a close meeting in advance, the soldiers decided on their own role and instantly built a sideline with no minute gap to show.

"Come on, now is the time to show the will of the Holmeer soldiers! Hit the weapon! Raise your voice!

As Marius, who sees it, pokes heavenly high up the spear handed to him by his soldiers, the soldiers strike the weapons and shields in their hands, stomping their feet and raising their voices.

"" Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

The voice of just over two hundred Holmeer soldiers pounced on the battlefield.