Hakai no Miko

When a soldier from a fleeing late crusader was overthrown, with the exception of some Zoan, who was entrusted with the pursuit, the majority of them only stopped on their feet, loosening their hand in nature and pursuit.

Those who stop at the spot stare at each other in the face for a while. In the meantime, there were no words, only rough breath sounds were heard slightly louder.

That was probably a dream or a fantasy of this situation, and if I made any noise, it seemed like I was afraid it would play and disappear.

"You won?

After a long time, a horrible voice rises from someone's mouth.

Cut it off and everyone opens their mouths from next to next.

"You won, didn't you?

"Is that true? Did you really win?!"

"It's not a dream, is it? We won, right?!"

As we gain a real sense of our victory, there is heat in that voice.

"I won!

"Oh, I won!

"It's our win!!"

Once that happened, he cheered like an explosion.

Everyone he joys in the face, punches his fists up, steps on his feet, and embraces those next to him to express his joy.

And it was in it, and Shemr shook herself again in joy, and cried out.

"We did it, Soma! That's my" you under the umbilical "! That's soma!!"

Hearing that voice, the Ethereal Horse, which was attached to Jaharn Gill's back, exhales with relief.

I think I have to respond to Shemr's voice, but now it was more fatigue and fatigue to say it was finally over than the joy of winning the war.

He was a pale horse who pulled strength from all over his body and was sober, but suddenly the rope that was anchoring his body was cut off and fell off his ass to the ground.

Jaharngil lifted the body of the pale horse gently as he put his hands on both sides of the pale horse, who looked at the pain in his punched butt. And Jahangil puts the amazing Ethereal Horse on his shoulder and makes it a shoulder car.

Understanding Jaharngil's intentions, Shemru shouted aloud with his arms up.

"Praise the name of Soma! Praise the name of Soma for bringing us this victory!

To Shemr's voice, everyone sees a pale horse shouldered by Jahangil. And after a beat, the loudest cheer I've ever had.

"" Soma! Soma! Soma!! "

Everyone on the spot screams the name of the Ethereal Horse with enthusiasm.

But with such enthusiasm, the Ethereal Horse only tries to mould and does not try to respond to it.

Receiving victory celebrations is also an important role for the Commander. Jahangil tilts his neck at a pale horse who doesn't try to.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and respond to everyone."

"Ha, put it down quickly! Please, put it down!

Even to Jaharngil's urging, the Ethereal Horse was just panicking. Jahangil began to wonder (a lot) how the panicking Ethereal Horse looked, and felt wet (shimmering) around his neck at that time.

…… No way, you. "

To Jaharngil's words, the pale horse makes his shamefully reddish face attract.

"Oh, I'm sorry......!

For the first time, the Ethereal Horse was incontinent in fear.

Dinosaurian Jaharn Gill's face, whose expression is difficult for humans to understand, disappears with a number of expressions so eye-catching that even the Ethereal Horse can see it.

"So I said put it down fast..."

Jahangil ties his mouth to the letter to the pale horse who becomes half crying because he is too sorry.

"What's wrong, Soma?

Shemr, suspicious of the exchange between the two, looks up at the Ethereal Horse and asks. Besides, the Ethereal Horse dyed his face red with shame, and he just moved his hand and couldn't answer it.

After alternating between such a pale horse and a strangely inclined Shemru, Jahangil leaked his big nose like a sigh.

"Keep it dry until it's dry."

How unexpected Jaharngil's words were, the Ethereal Horse made his eyes squeeze. I was just wondering if I could let my anger beat me to the ground, and the Ethereal Horse wonders what to reply to.

To the confusion of the Ethereal Horse, Jaharngil said in a bitter tone.

"I don't have a choice. In the first place, it's good."

The pale horse, who felt something in its mouth, asks terribly.

"Maybe Mr. Jahangil too......?

"Bullshit, stupid! I can't believe that's happening!

Then he moved his mouth around and said, "Blush."

"Just a little...!

The Ethereal Horse blew out small. Besides, Jahangil panics.

"No! It's a matter of example! - Quicker than that, respond to everyone!

The pale horse raised his right hand as he was stuck by Jaharn Gill and said he was terrified.

Then you get even more feverish cheers.

Zoan, Dwarf, Dinosaurian, Elf, Harpuran, everyone was cheering on their faces and even calling out the names of the Ethereal Horses.

"" Soma! Soma! Soma!! "

Besides, now he blushed his cheeks with excitement rather than shame, and the Ethereal Horse responded by shaking his right hand wide and forcefully.

Hot things creep up on Shemr's chest as she looked up with her eyes narrowed to see the blindfold of such a beloved "you under her umbilical.

Who the hell could have imagined that a human boy who was dying in that dim dungeon would thus be hailed with enthusiasm by many people of all races?

Even Shemr would have smiled, even if he was taught that in that dungeon.

But now I can be sure.

Inevitably, the Ethereal Horse will be a legend.

Everyone becomes a legend, to whom he yearns.

Such certainty was in Shemr.

and then a pale horse who was in good shape and waving his arm fell out of shape, and Ayaya Jahangil's shoulder was about to fall off. Besides, Shemr chilled his liver, but as soon as the Ethereal Horse regained her position, she gave a small tongue to deceive the fainting and smiled lightly.

Besides, Shemr shrugs her shoulders and sighs in the way she tells him to do it.

Damn, my "you under the umbilical" is missing somewhere and I'm in trouble. Now, not very much, but I can't keep my eyes open. Yeah. Again, you can't do it without me.

Yes, I realize Shemr, convinced by herself, and the Ethereal Horse speaks up.

"What's wrong, Shemr?

Shemr also answers with his voice up again to the Ethereal Horse who raises his voice and asks him not to lose the cheer of his surroundings.

"Soma is very dangerous to watch. Not without me, after all!

The Ethereal Horse looked at him with a slight surprise before smiling a prank (mischievous) look.

"It's worth the support, okay?

Shemr now rounds his eyes on this unexpected pale horse counterattack. After a while, Shemr, who is attacked by a laugh attack, blows out.

"Totally."

The Ethereal Horse also laughs again so that it is caught in the laughter of its Shemr.

Focusing on the two laughing together, the cheer of victory lasted forever.

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"I didn't know you would really beat that General Darius against you..."

Marcronis, standing on the city wall of Bornis and looking at the battlefield, groaned halfway.

In addition to his speech, which attracted people of different races, he had also found the possibility of beating General Darius in a pale horse with substandard thoughts that would not be imprisoned by common sense. But it is only possible. The truth is, there wouldn't have been a single chance of winning.

But when I opened the lid, I covered a bigger battle difference than I had originally assumed, and I really showed General Darius to his opponent.

I don't call this a miracle, I don't know what to call a miracle.

"It's decided very poorly! That General Darius loses etc......!

Setius, who was next to Marcronis, told him to throw up. After all, as a soldier who was serving Holmea, he doesn't seem to be able to honestly accept General Darius' defeat.

But the content of the word was right, even though it probably included defeat.

Later, the Ethereal Horse, who heard General Darius's prior readings from his captors, has left behind these words.

"This measure was taken because too many people were passive, a bitter one. No, instead of bitter meat measures, it's just a big blow. That just happened to hit me. If the number of crusaders were even slightly less than that, if my gestures were slightly more than that, I would have moved exactly as General Darius read."

As can be seen from this word, the Ethereal Horse understood more than anyone that the victory of this battle, later called the "Bornis Showdown", was brought about by many fortunes.

But still, Marcronis assures me.

"Winning is winning if it's not good enough"

There is no way to deny the results that have already been decided.

But still, Setius can tell.

"But such a glitch will never happen again! Another new crusader will soon be dispatched, and now it's up to those guys to lose!

"Where do those new crusaders come from?

"There are still more than 10,000 national armies in Holmea! If you summon to lords everywhere, that number will increase even further. They're not the number of things."

Marcronis shakes his head sideways small.

"The majority of the national army is located on the eastern side of the country to prepare for the Romanian state. You can't move until your relationship with Romanian is better."

The end of this battle will reach Romanian, not far away. The news of Darius' defeat, arguably the patron saint of the Holmeer kingdom, may lead to Romanian aggression, which has previously been blocked by its glory.

With that in mind, we can no longer dilute the protection of the eastern borders even more.

"So why don't we recruit recruits?!"

"So the numbers are different."

Marcronis asked Setius, who loosened his cheek to get my will, the other way around.

"So, who commands the tens of thousands of soldiers who have gathered all those recruits? I would be sorry. Even more so when it comes to dealing with an enemy who defeated General Darius, who led the nation's elite 7,000."

Setius was stuck in words.

Indeed, if they tell you to defeat the enemy who defeated Darius, known as Holmeer's best general, in an army full of recruits, they will butt whoever Holmeer's military is.

"Replenishing the soldiers lost in this defeat and forming a crusade again will take a commensurate amount of time. That boy named Soma definitely got a precious time with this. I don't know if that's six months or a year."

The respite that boy got in this victory would be only a few. But if that boy named Soma, during that slight respite, he gets very big.

Marcronis remembered such a hunch.

"If no one else can, I'm sure General Darius will. If you are a general, you must…"

Marcronis clouded his face at Setius's words, which still appeared unconvincing.

It will not be possible to beat that Darius again in the Ethereal Horse, which has created as many odds as it can have in this battle and whose formation has also been revealed.

But it didn't seem to Marcronis that Darius would lead the crusaders again.

King Holmeer's Walius is known for his strong eclampsia. Besides, even Marcronis, an assistant lieutenant captain, is overheard saying that there was a verse in which Walius, a literary type, neglected Darius' reputation as a samurai.

Marcronis sees with care who Darius and others have retreated and gone.

"I hope you're under sire's care..."

However, this Marcronis concern was at the centre.

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"You idiot!

The sound of the golden cup rolling down the floor thrown by King Holmeer Walius Sadma Holmeanis with his anger echoed loudly during a quiet glance.

"You lost when you were a slave and how congratulations you could have put your face in front of the rest!

Darius, who gathered the defectors and returned to the king's capital, delivered the report of his defeat to the king on his feet, as well as regrouping his army to prevail over the rebels as soon as possible.

But King Walius, who was in a bad mood for reports of his defeat, did not try to listen to Darius. But Darius complained of the danger of the rebels and those who led them, and at last it was hindered by King Walius' eclampsia.

And king Walius, who shook his body with a message of anger, was stripping his eyes, and twisted Darius.

"Until now, I have thought of Sora as the vessel of the Great General, but the rest of my eyes seemed to be a saving hole. But the rebellion of slaves just can't be suppressed, fear the slaves? In harmony with the resentful Romanians, but the first thing we should defeat is the slaves and all that bullshit! I wish I had been there to repair my own defeat!

Darius complains as he soaks his face in the blood dripping from his forehead receiving the golden cup and the booze bathed in him.

"Your Majesty! I will accept responsibility for this defeat as well. But this isn't about being cute."

"Shut up, Darius!

King Walius, who blocked Darius' words with anger, rose from the throne.

"You think you're going to take responsibility for the defeat? Good! - Who, take Darius out to the square and snap his neck!

Till then, the court ministers, who watched calmly how things were accomplished, peeled just a little at it.

Darius is a great minister who served more than his predecessors the kings and has dedicated many previous victories to Holmea. It is just outrageous to say how much you have defeated it, but to behead at the blame of only one defeat.

But if you're trying to make King Walius look like this once, it's not necessarily that the spearhead of the inquiry isn't right for you. Covering the fallen Darius, the court ministers look at each other and push their responsibilities together, saying they can't wait for the firepowder to come down this way.

At that time, as a small figure popped out of the corner between the glances, he poked his knee to lean against Darius.

It's the girl with the candy hair bob-cut, still unusual face.

The girl had sewn two pieces of cloth dyed in pale peach around her shoulders and draped it in front and back of her body, tightening it with a wide belt of corset-like leather around slightly below her chest. In addition, he wears a long, light-water-colored cloth from his right shoulder, like a stall from above.

This is a dress that is only allowed for some upper-class children in Holmea of this era.

"Father. Please, please, forgive Uncle Darius."

King Walius rested his hips on the throne with a deep sigh to the girl who shuddered himself small and clouded his bloody thin face pitifully.

"Princess. Women (stomach) must not speak to politics."

I knew Darius had a lot of nostalgia for a long time, but I had no idea that a weak princess who was weak and just pulled behind the royal palace would do this kind of imitation.

"Please, please, father..."

Even King Walius, who just had blood on his head, could not still poke a young princess into pleading for tears in her eyes.

"... it's Darius. Thank the princess. - Cancel the beheading. But I will dismiss Darius from his general position and strip him of his right to join the morning council! Be careful with the mansion!

That was the biggest concession King Walius could make.

But that's not what Darius wants.

"Your Majesty! You may want to be decapitated. How dare you tell my story?"

"Shit! I don't want to see your face anymore."

"Your Majesty!

And king Walius went forth from the sight of Darius, in a desolation of his footsteps, without giving him a glimpse of the cry of the caller.

Darius, who was left behind, falls to his knees while he looks at him and sneers. But there was not one man who tried to speak comfort to that Darius. Instead, I hear all those deafening voices mocking Darius like that.

"Who is that the best general? Old is horrible."

"Dear Left, that's something I don't want to be."

So at the heart of throwing words of contempt are those who were inviting their own children to join the Crusading Army to make their first formation. Many of the younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger younger children It was also natural for that anger to be directed at Darius, who was leading the Crusaders.

In such ridicule, a soft cloth is placed on Darius's cheek, trembling on his shoulder with his knees poked with impudence and carelessness towards him.

Then I turned my eyes, and the princess who pleaded for my life was soaking me with a handkerchief in her hand.

"It's okay, Uncle Darius. It's a while of patience until your father stills his anger. You will soon be released from prudence, and you will be able to return to your general position. Whatever you say, your uncle is a great minister of the Holmeer country."

Darius smiled faintly at the young princess, desperately trying to comfort herself.

"Princess, I know you."

Besides, the young princess stroked her breasts down.

But armed Kingsguards break in between those two.

"Princess, stand back"

In front of a young princess who rounds her eyes with what, Darius was made to stand unquestioned by a close guard who stood beside her. In front of the princess, who hastily tried to lean against Darius, Darius is taken up the sword of his hips.

"Lord Darius. You have already been offered prudence by Your Majesty. Return to your mansion immediately and be careful."

The language is polite, but Darius is also wolfish in his treatment as if he were a sinner.

"How the hell is this for a reason?!"

Nor did the Kingsguards break the masked faceless expression in Darius's protest, telling them pale.

"I'm not a wolf. It is in His Majesty's grace. I can only imagine being confused by defeat, such as fear of slavery. Repeating such public myths will also damage your reputation. Your majesty has ordered me to accompany you to your mansion."

"Your Majesty's orders...!

Darius opened his blood-running eyes wide.

"Was I so neglected by His Majesty?! I just said that I have dedicated myself to Holmea! Your Majesty, not so long ago...!

"Lord Darius. If you say anything more, how can you and your Excellency..."

The guards lay their hands on the sword hanging from their hips.

And Darius' neck drowned powerless.

"We will now accompany you to the Mansion"

From Darius' face, who was taken out of sight so that he could be pulled by the Kingsguard who said so, he had lost his temper.

Only then, as if the old hand, which until then had turned away with its strong will, had finally captured Darius, Darius' face had grown old without a shadow to see.

Besides, the young princess tries to run over to Darius with tears in her eyes, but gets it blocked with the arms of a Kingsguard.

I heard a whine leaking out of the cracked Darius lips in the ears of a young princess who tried to shake off the Kingsguard's arm.

"As it is, Holmea will be destroyed. He destroys me. To him..."

After a beat, words broke out as if to soak up blood.

"Um, to 'Son of Destruction'......!

The young princess, who stared at Darius until he disappeared at the end of the aisle, who had been escorted out of sight by the scorn and ridicule of many of the court ministers, murmured in vain (obscurity).

"'Son of Destruction'...?

Without even knowing what the hell that was referring to, the young princess felt her mind make an asexual fuss about why.

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Thus Darius' determination to convey the threat of "Son of Destruction" until he sacrificed his own successor and the young man he sees has become reckless.

says future generations of historians.

"The fatal wound inflicted on the Holmeer country is definitely the 'Son of Destruction'. But it was none other than King Walius, who withdrew Darius' prophecy, who stabbed the stop. If King Walius had accepted Darius' prophecy at this time, history might have changed".