Hakai no Miko

"Trying to get me hired."

Marcronis, who appeared before the Ethereal Horse, roughly cut out so.

It was Shemr who expressed dissatisfaction with it.

"You're a prisoner, but you're a fighter."

Her point is the best.

Marcronis has not been freed in any way, and he remains a prisoner in his position. It should have been thrown into the enclosure, along with the other prisoners, but I can't help but be told that at some point you're in a position like a counselor and you just walk around the city flat, and thus show up at will in front of the Ethereal Horse.

But Marcronis said without being evil.

"But I can do a lot of good."

And I said, "I'm more useful to Soma!," said the Ethereal Horse, grinning bitterly at the opposing Shemr. "For example, to what?" I ask.

Then Marcronis said, laughing meaningfully.

"For example, it's the treatment of prisoners. - What are you going to do with the prisoners?

"In the meantime, I'm going to have people work on burying people who died in yesterday's battle,"

The Ethereal Horse spoke of his plans for now.

Sometimes winter is still the season, and corpses won't rot any time soon, but if left alone, there could be a plague. Cremation would be desirable if it could, but that lacked fuel wood, so I was going to make him dig a hole and fill it.

When he heard it, Marcronis nodded (nodding), "I see, I see," and then asked the Ethereal Horse even more.

"By the way, are the prisoners properly sorted?

The Ethereal Horse could not grasp the sincerity of Marcronis, and was decent. But a few moments later, I raise my voice a little lower.

Marcronis continued his words after he saw how it was going.

"No way, you're not keeping officers and soldiers together, are you? The majority of the officers are noble children. If you let those people work hard to bury the body, they're determined to be dissatisfied. And if that dissatisfaction increases, we won't stir up the soldiers around us to start a rebellion."

The Ethereal Horse gently drowned a cold sweat when it nearly provoked a rebellion. Marcronis strikes a chase where he is horrified to prevent a rebellion.

"Sooner or later, even if we isolate the officers, there will be a revolt among the prisoners."

"Hey, why...?

"When you took a large number of soldiers into the mountains, you promised to release them immediately to prevent their outbursts. - But this time, are you willing to release the prisoner immediately?

I knew I would soon free the prisoner this time too, Shemr sees the pale horse in surprise at Marcronis' words. Then, a pale horse poked at the drawing star was pulling his face.

This time they successfully left the Crusaders, but the number of soldiers, their equipment, the military funds that support them, and whichever way they look at it, it doesn't change the great difference between the Ethereal Horses, who just took control of one of the regional cities, and the Holmeer Nation.

If the Holmeer country heals this painful hand and invades us again, it is visible that this time we will be crushed.

In order not to do so, we need to accumulate power and bridge the gap before the Holmeer nation can re-invade.

There's not enough time for that. Yet, if we release the prisoners at an early stage, we will speed up the restructuring of the army in the Holmeer country and shred the blame's respite ourselves. For this reason, he did not intend to release the prisoners immediately for all this time.

From the look on the face of the Ethereal Horse, Marcronis continued the conversation, confirming that such predictions had hit him.

"We don't know when we're going to be released, and we're forced to work heavily. The swords and armor roll by the bodies that these prisoners are about to bury. Later, what will happen will be more obvious than seeing the fire"

Distracted by all the plagues emanating from the corpse, the Ethereal Horse was completely oblivious to weapons and protective equipment. It may have won the battle for life and floated unawares, but it's a huge overlook nonetheless. Because of that overlook, the Ethereal Horse, who thought of the sight of prisoners with weapons breaking chains and rebelling, felt a cold sweat flowing this time.

"To prevent it is to set up surveillance and keep intimidation, but isn't that also difficult with your power?

Marcronis is right, there are more soldiers in Holmeer than the Ethereal Horses in captivity. Not to mention that the policing of the city of Bornis will have to devote a considerable amount of war, and the number of prisoners actually placed under surveillance will be limited. Then I doubt if we can intimidate the prisoners enough to contain their rebellion.

Still, I wouldn't even be willing to start a revolt now that I've just lost my battle and have lost my will, but if I had a weapon in my hand, I wouldn't even think I'd be adulterating forever.

"What should I do?

At his feet, the Ethereal Horse, realizing that an unexpected danger was lurking, honestly asks Marcronis how to deal with it.

Marcronis was secretly impressed by the attitude of the pale horse.

Sometimes, after a great victory, the general illusions himself as if he had become omnipotent, and no matter how much others advise him, he ceases to listen.

However, the boy who said this soma, instead of being proud, honestly admitted his failures and did not lose the measure and humility of trying to beg people to teach him. This is more teaching-worthy than I thought - no, Marcronis gets his chest hot when he might be someone worthy of serving.

But when I admonished myself that the early point was forbidden, I said farewell, in all the more chilling tones.

"The quickest way is to sell off the prisoners as slaves"

Pretending not to notice the pale horse distorting his mouth to it, Marcronis continues.

"Fortunately, this city is close to Jeboa. Those merchants over there won't even ask about it if it's business."

"I will not enslave the prisoners."

The Ethereal Horse said quietly, but clearly.

"Hmm. But if you have prisoners, you'll just have more trouble watching them and arranging food. If you sell it off as a slave, you won't only lose that kind of hassle, you'll get your military money, too, right?

Marcronis provoked as he mocked (bruised) the idea of the Ethereal Horse as sweet. The Ethereal Horse repeated the same words as earlier with a strong will that he would never change his mind while the Ethereal Horse controlled with his hand that Shemr, who thought he was ridiculed for stripping his fangs and trying to jump.

Then there was a grin in Marcronis's mouth.

But that was by no means negative, but rather a liking. Because the reaction of the Ethereal Horse was nothing more than what Marcronis had hoped for.

Already, the Ethereal Horse has denied slavery in a speech known in future generations as the "Declaration of Iron". Yet, if we are blinded by the immediate greed and imitate ourselves in denial of the flag that we have raised, the hearts and minds of those who are now obeying will not be far away from the Ethereal Horse.

I'm not sure I understand that, but at least the boy in front of me holds the flag he raised firmly, Marcronis admitted.

"Then it is better for the prisoners to have their officers and soldiers watched separately in several places, regardless. If we don't get in touch, we won't be able to rebel without darkness thinking about each other."

Marcronis' voice, so to speak, was unusual and calm when struck from earlier, when it was provocative.

"Okay."

The Ethereal Horse honestly accepted this proposal.

"- But what do we do with the bodies when the prisoners are rendered unusable?

"You can use the residents of the city. Anyway, they're the ones who have the most trouble with the plague."

Ethereal horses looked sinister in Marcronis's suggestion to use residents.

I want to have as good a relationship as possible with the residents of the city I'm going to be seeing for a long time. Yet he was reluctant to push his hard work physically and mentally, saying burial of the body, etc.

Marcronis, however, also did not forget to take account of such residents.

"You just have to acknowledge his right to sell the weapons, armor, etc. he picked up. It also compensates the residents. - Yeah. But only weapons should be thorough with you. Even though they're just residents, if they hide a ton of weapons, they'll be bothered later."

For a while the Ethereal Horse puts his hand on his chin and carefully indulges in Marcronis's suggestion.

He wondered if he would even set up a trap that made it look like a prophecy to help the soldiers of the same Holmeer country, but he didn't seem to. Marcronis' proposals are all satisfactory "I see".

Really, Marcronis just seemed like he was selling himself in.

"You are so far in sight. But I haven't noticed the pebble at my feet. That's what I feel. Don't you need a normal person like me who can only see at my feet?

The words of Marcronis were held back, and the Ethereal Horse made a decision.

"Okay. - Mr. Marcronis, I'd like to hire you in."

"Let me thank you. I'm sure you won't regret it."

Aoima and Marcronis exchanged hard handshakes instead of employment contracts.

When it was over, the Ethereal Horse suddenly cut out.

"So, I'm sorry for being quick, but can I leave it to you to manage and supervise the prisoners?

"Am I?

Marcronis was surprised that he had not suddenly assumed that he was a soldier in the Holmeer country until now.

Besides, the Ethereal Horse laughs and looks like a prank.

"Yes, because I think Mr. Marcronis is the best fit."

The person who best understands what to do is certainly Marcronis, the originator. Marcronis realized, however, that the true intentions of the Ethereal Horse were separate.

Until now, Marcronis has not cooperated with Ethereal Horse through direct action.

That was because it was the last line Marcronis should not cross to stay with Holmea's soldiers.

But the Ethereal Horse has asked him to step over it.

From the soldiers of Holmea who were taken prisoner, Marcronis, entrusted with the management of the prisoner, is nothing but a traitor. Then Marcronis will have no choice but to distinguish herself entirely from Holmea.

"Totally, I forgot. - When they dropped the fort, whoever thought of that measure thought it was absolutely bad character."

"Is that a compliment?

When the Ethereal Horse joked and asked, Marcronis nodded and showed one loud.

"Of course. That's the biggest compliment I've ever heard."

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After entrusting Marcronis with the management of the prisoners and the cleaning up of the bodies, the Ethereal Horse went with the Zoans to the entrance to the plains north of the city.

That is because Shemr hath heard of the warriors of Zoan, who died in battle, to mourn in the plains.

When the Ethereal Horse came along with Shemr, many Zoans had already gathered.

Before them lay a wooden platform sloppy about the height of a man's shoulder, on which lay the remains of one Zoan warrior, covered with a black cloth on his mouth.

"This is how we mourn Zoan."

Shemr, standing next to the Ethereal Horse, told me so.

"Originally, I would take you to the altar properly, but if you stay with the dead too long, it is inevitable because sometimes the living are taken by that dead"

Perhaps that's what they call a fear of plague from a rotten corpse.

"You don't make graves?

"To Zoan, there is no tomb"

Shemr looked up at the blue, clear sky.

"Dead and out of the body, the soul ascends to heaven by passing on the tree of the ancestral spirit, which the English spirits of the family guard. And the flesh that is left is carried to heaven by the birds. The bones and skins left by the birds are to be delivered as smoke in the last light"

By the end of Shemr's explanation, Wei Zanuka Shunupa, the "Eye Clan" woman, the witch-headed sister, had entered before everyone. When she praises, she howls like she sings out loud. And Zoan, gathered on the spot, lifted up their voices, as they rejoiced in it.

The barking chorus was sometimes high, glorifying the medals of the dead warriors, and sometimes low, mourning their death.

The Ethereal Horse, unable to raise her voice like Zoan, could only participate in the mourning by hearing the vibrations of the great chorus that trembled the atmosphere all over her body.

"Come on, let's go home..."

After a while the great chorus ended, the Ethereal Horse was urged by Shemr to take up his journey back to Bornis.

Along the way, he looked back and saw a large gathering of birds who had found the body as soon as possible.

The sight of the birds stumbling on people's dead meat should feel disgusting from the feel of modern Japan. However, the Ethereal Horse heard Shemr's story, and the sight was felt very majestic and difficult to cold-blooded.

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Returning to the city of Bornis, the Ethereal Horse was walking with Shemr down the aisle of the Lords' residence towards the office.

"What are you going to do now, Soma?

Shemr, walking behind a pale horse step, asked.

"Right. - We have to start by getting to know this city."

The Ethereal Horse quoted Sun Tzu's famous passage, which he had heard, when he made only a stubborn expression.

"If you know your enemies and you know yourself, you won't be in danger."

But Shemr, not knowing such a passage of his grandson, tilts his neck.

"What does that mean?

I never thought I'd get stuck there, Ethereal Horse gets stuck in words.

"Eh... If you know yourself well, and you know your enemies well, is it okay to fight a hundred rounds?

"You can't ask me if I'm okay."

Where we were interacting like that, one Zoan warrior came running for a small run. Firstly, I greet the Ethereal Horse, and then I plead with Shemr.

"Your son. I'm sorry..."

That's all Shemr looked at the situation.

"Again?"

Some time after the Bornis showdown, troubles were beginning to occur among the families.

That's fights for trivial reasons, like which clan was most active at the time of the showdown or simply the other clans don't care. For the most part, Garam or Zug are offerings, but when the contents become an inter-clan problem, it becomes troublesome for them, who are the chiefs of each clan. That was when reign often continued in the glory of the Son of God the Beast.

"I have no choice. - I'm sorry, Soma. We're going away for a little while."

The office is almost there. There is Fagl Grashata Shahata, the only bowman in the Fang Clan, so Shemr, who thought he would have no problem leaving, left the spot early with the warrior, saying so to the Ethereal Horse.

And it is when the remaining Ethereal Horse again attempts to turn its foot to the office.

On the other side of the corner of the aisle, I heard a woman's little scream, along with the sound of a large amount of paper splashing around.

"Ahhh! Already! They're gonna piss me off again."

I could have ignored it, but the Ethereal Horse, who somehow cared, pointed his foot towards you.

Peeping his face from the corner of the aisle, there was a figure of one woman, desperately collecting a large amount of paper that had been scattered across the aisle.

"We need to hurry, we need to hurry, we need to hurry..."

He sits back and collects the paper as he speaks to himself, but he's in too much of a hurry to drop the paper he picked up again because of it.

There, just a few strong winds blew through.

A piece of paper is carried by the wind to the foot of the Ethereal Horse. But the woman desperate to pick up the other paper doesn't realize that.

The Ethereal Horse, who thought it was bad to ignore it, when he picked up the paper, offered it to a woman who hadn't noticed herself yet.

"Oh, excuse me!

After being offered a piece of paper in front of her, the woman finally noticed the Ethereal Horse raised her face.

Is she a little older than the Ethereal Horse? She is an impressive woman, although she is a blush scattered all over the face of unspoilt making.

Hair with a color closer to orange than red hair was peeling everywhere if you look closely, and there was a bumpy wildness.

What a plain reflection in the eyes of a pale horse who is accustomed to contemporary ornate shades of clothing and Zoan's brightly colored torso armor, as the piece-like garments he wears are used without even dyeing the coarse fabric of his eyes.

Anyway, she's a woman with a wild overall impression.

The Ethereal Horse somehow came to mind the image of me saying that I was a college girl reading a book by shrinking myself in a corner of the library somewhere.

The woman, not even trying to receive the paper she offered, said, "This man, who?" I just looked up at the Ethereal Horse with a rounded look of confusion.

"This was flown over there."

When the pale horse nodded, the woman finally returned to me.

"Su, su, excuse me! Thank you, sir!

The woman, who received the paper in a hurry, expressed her apology and gratitude as she retreated.

Afterwards, the Ethereal Horse, who kept his head peppered down all the way until he walked away, was alone as he heard the woman's footsteps disappear in the distance across the corner of the aisle.

"So, are you working properly...?

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A woman who didn't even know she was dewy enough to have such feelings toward Ethereal Horse, a boy younger than herself, made a small run in a room where several officials were poking their papers and faces at each other with a chopped look.

"It's late, Michena!

When she entered the room, the woman, called Michena, shrugged her shoulders with a small scream at the fury showered by one of the officials.

The official turns immediately to the documents in his possession.

"Damn! Food and booze are gone. That Azi......"

I call it subhumanity, and I rush to say it again.

"- Those Fae people did whatever they wanted while we didn't know!

It was a mountain of occasional work that awaited the officials who had finally been able to return to work by vowing to obey Ethereal Horse. Especially bad was the pantry that was so rough. Large quantities of food and liquor were taken out of the pantry twice after the "Iron Manifesto" feast and victory celebration, and it seemed better to recount them from the beginning than to compare them with the previous books.

"Hey, Michena! Go to the pantry right away and count the goods!

Suddenly rushed by a murderous official, Michena is about to collapse a bunch of paper she was trying to stack at her desk. Another official will stare at it.

"Oh, I'm sorry. - I'm coming now! Now, I'll do it! Yes!"

In that case, Michena jumped out of the murderous room.

Now she's still a shitty junior official, this woman.

Later, Soma Kisaki, son of destruction, told her to say, "Most accomplished subordinate." A woman secretary of ice-blood, feared more by her allies than by her enemies.

In future generations, also known as "the brightest little horn," "the first horn," she is a woman praised as the head of the triple horn of Soma Xaki, son of destruction.