Hakai no Miko

When Michena, who followed the lord's office, returned to the room where he was greeted by junior officials without flutter or restraint, there were many junior officials packed with anxious faces. Surprise her with that. They surround her in no time.

"Hey, Michena. What the hell is going on?

"The guys up there, I thought they were gone, Zoan would pull me off..."

Michena tries to calm down her colleagues by gesturing, anxiously clouding her face, trying to hear something from her.

"Uh, calm down first. I'll explain it properly."

Michena took a big, deep breath, calming herself down first, and then gave her a few trustworthy human names, mostly in ancient stocks, among the lower officials surrounding herself.

"I will now make the people I name my treasurers from today on. Others are financial officers."

The financiers were looking at each other with surprised faces, but after a while they divulge a dry laugh from nobody.

"Ha. Michena, the joke is good..."

"No, it's not a joke, it's true"

Then Michena explained to everyone the sequence of things that had become so. When Michena's explanation comes to an end, the financiers go out of their way, still half-heartedly but delightfully.

To such floating financiers, Michena stabbed the nail.

"I... I did! In the future it will be forbidden to take part of such taxes as have been done so far as a benefit. If you break this, you will be severely punished!

And the voices of dissatisfaction rose from the multitudes. Those who did not raise their voices also look sinister. There are people in this room who cannot make a living without paying part of their taxes to their nostalgia.

"Please calm down. Promoting also raises our salaries! That's not all. The salaries of the officials themselves are also to be greatly increased!

When Michena explains specifically how much salary increases, now there will be a deflection of a favorable voice. But still, some of them have so far shown difficulty letting go of their vested interests in paying part of the tax in nostalgia. In contrast, Michena explains to chew it up.

"Oh, think about it. Until now, we, the junior officials, have been only a few, even if we have crippled taxes. Compared to that, the salary you'll get in the future will be many times more than that. Now you don't have to embezzle or do side jobs to eat enough. Do you do troublesome book tampering and take a tiny dime, or do you get paid multiple times just to work seriously? You all know which one's smarter, right?

That too. The voice of consent rises from everywhere.

Before his joyful colleagues, Michena finally realized that she was dozens of times more paid than she had ever been before, after being promoted to lead treasurer herself.

Will my family be happy to find out about this? Yeah, let's celebrate today. A little extravagant, buy some freshly baked bread, buy some big fish, and maybe some chickens. And it would be nice to drink wine, not cheap ale.

With that in mind, my tummy bug rang all the time.

It was Michena holding her stomach with her cheeks red in shame, but fortunately the rising colleagues didn't seem to ask. Michena stroking her chest relieved, leaking a slight smile.

Oh, my new lord grabbed my stomach.

That's what comes to mind.

But that never felt bad.

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Doverlin came to Michena's office, where he became the lead treasurer, in footsteps with Dokadoka, binding the Dwarf craftsmen.

"Whoa, lady. Excuse me, I need a favor!

To ask for it, an obscene (ooh hey) Doverlyn shout echoes into the office.

Besides, Michena, who until then had been judging documents at the desk in the office, cursorily raised her face.

"Also, are you Mr. Doverin..."

Those who knew her before would have done a little.

Compared to just a few months ago, there was a dark colour of fatigue creeping up her face. The scattered cheeks of the scabbard are thin, the eyes are dimpled, and there is even a dark area (Kuma) around them. The voice, too, is powerless, as if the soul is out together.

But without worrying about how she looked like that, Dvarin stuck the paper in her hand out to Michena.

"Whoa! I want to build new tools and kilns again. I want you to turn the money and the materials!

Having said that, Michena glanced (the best) at the paper given to her by Dvarin, she said, "Buho!," he whispered with a serious noise on the woman.

"Hey, hey, what is it! How much money and material is this?!"

"Hmm? Was it less?

In contrast to Mishna, who stood up after eating bubbles and kicking a chair, Dvarin replies blatantly.

"It's not less, it's too much! Besides, why does the material contain a barrel of ale?!"

"Mm-hmm. For us Dwarves, ales are lubricants and fuel to work with. You can't lack this."

To the mouth-watering doverlin, who also said naturally, Michena felt lightheaded and fluttered and dropped her hips in the chair.

There, now red-haired Zoan, Kraga Bigana Zug snickered her face.

"Whoa! Young lady. Next time we will hold a banquet with the solace of the warriors. Also, I want to get booze and meat!

Come on. Just drop by. Michena rushes to ask Zoog, who wears an arm and flips back.

"Shh, is that a liquor banquet?! Before this, you just did it with a celebration of a young warrior getting married or something!

"Were you? So this time..."

Leaning his neck for a while and pooping, Zoog pounds one hand.

"- That's right! Before this, a married young warrior had his first couple fight, but his wife beat him up beautifully. It's a feast to comfort him."

Obviously, that's why I came up with it on this occasion.

Michena puts her hands on her desk, and when she tends to nag, she starts to pull and shake her whole body in small pieces.

Indeed, life has been enriched thanks to the new lord. There was no longer any hunger, and I was able to move from an open house where the rain leaks and gap winds were severe to a well-made rental house. Thanks to this, the blood color of the old mother and young siblings was better to see.

I appreciate that, along with my family. My mother and others are so indispensable every morning and every night that they worship for the Lords' residence.

But I think Michena.

No matter how much, I don't suppose there's this intense business.

Even the merchants are so busy turning a blind eye to complaints that come up one after another from their men and city celebrities, to piles of documents that are neither bulky nor bulky.

And yet these idiots, every time, every time.

Then, in Michena's breasts, two things and anger come to a boil. However, Doverlyn and Zug demand the delivery of supplies, without being stuck with Michena like that.

"Come on, give me the money and the materials!," said Dvarin.

"Come on, have some meat and booze!," Zoog.

Finally, the two begin to voice each other as if they were choruses, including bad rides.

Besides, Michena finally hung up.

"Enough, come on!

Grabbing the paperwork that was spreading on the desk, Michena barked as she slapped it with a pacifier.

"You're wasting more and less because you don't think about it later! I won't even serve a piece of bronze coin, a glass of alcohol, or a piece of meat!

To Michena's words, Dvarin and Zoog are shocked by it.

"Oh my God! What a terrible guy. You want some water or drink from our dwarves? You cold-blooded bitch!

If Doverin says so, Zoog will be in tune too.

"Damn, he's ruthless as ice. I'm sure there must be ice in his body instead of blood!

"Yes, yes, yes! Not the Ice Blood Woman!

"You ice-blooded bitch!

In front of her, Michena, dressed with an unchecked stigma, pointed her fingertips at the entrance to the office, trembling with uncontrollable anger.

"Get the hell out of here!!"

He raised a great deal of anger that seemed to echo throughout the Lordship's residence.

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Michena's anger had reached the lord's office, a short distance from it.

"Hmm. Looks like the Michena guy's getting familiar with everyone for a long time"

Shemr, who was clear of Michena's anger, says so emotionally.

"I didn't know you were as quiet as a raven surrounded by wolves, but now you're hanging out with those two idiots. It's a pretty grown thing."

Ethereal horses also gave their consent with a small laugh to a mouthful like a mother delighted with the growth of a nasty child.

The other day, when I was in trouble without turning down everyone's demands, Michena cried at me, but instead of paying attention to those people, Aoima darkly smelled the salary cut and threatened to solve it herself, saying, "It was a salary that included that hassle," she said.

Regardless, it was easier for the Ethereal Horse to pay direct attention to them without such hassle. But then, no matter how long, Michena doesn't grow, she just repeats the same thing. I wanted this extent to be resolved on its own in order to leave all finances to me in the future.

And what the Ethereal Horse wanted more than that was to wipe out (plump) false perceptions.

There was now a widespread misconception among the inhabitants of the city that non-human races reigned over humans as terrible rulers. For this reason, when temptations occur between humans and other races, even if justification is on the human side, the human side is often broken on its own.

Then we cannot create a country where all races live on an equal footing, to which the Ethereal Horse aspires.

In order to dispel such misperceptions, it was human - and Michena, a woman - who tried to create an appearance of reciprocity with the Fae, Dvarin and Zoog.

Of course, both Doverlyn and Zoog trusted that they were not the kind of people who would raise their hands to women in contention, and when they did, it seemed like an enterprise after trying to get Shemr to crack them in. Even though it still wasn't a bad thing, the Ethereal Horse was stroking his chest down in a ho.

There, absurd the doozy and the footsteps, Zoog and Dvarin rush in.

"Ooh, Lord Soma! They told me I needed Lord Soma's permission to get booze and food, so here I am!

"Me too, bye! I want you to tell that ice-blooded bitch to shave, so give me your permission!

The Ethereal Horse glances at their sword curtain, stuffed with an impatient face.

On second thought, the supreme power in this city is himself. If Michena can't approve the budget, it's only natural that it will be turned to her.

Now, a cold sweat flowed on the cheeks of the pale horse who noticed it.

When Michena was in trouble, I thought it would be easy to clean it up if I cautioned her, but when she gets stuck with the two hot and painful like this, I finally figure out how difficult that was.

"Uh... Mr. Doverin was before this, and Mr. Zug's banquet was before this -"

The two stood together so as to put it over the words of the Ethereal Horse, who tried to line up the reasons for his fearful refusal.

"Naturally, Lord Soma thinks you can admit it! Unlike a cruel, ruthless, ice-blooded woman!

"Ri, Ri. - You say so, you ice-blood bastard!

Before calling Michena "Ice Blood," Ethereal Horse, who was exhausted about how he could return home as an adult, gave a dry laugh, "Ha ha".

It is a little later than this that Michena becomes known as the "Secretary of Ice Blood".

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Michena Erbazizo is not the person who, as I mentioned at the beginning, did a great deal of credit.

The only thing that can be cited as her accomplishment is that for the first time she has adopted a figure in an official document that Soma says she has devised.

But this, too, actually only followed the life of Soma Kisaki, son of destruction, who received a suggestion from Dae-hyun (Dae-jin) Solon called the Second Horn to say, "Don't use this new number".

Michena also appreciates herself this way.

"I can only perform my duties faithfully."

It's a humble story that I don't even think of as an ambitious man who trapped and banished his superiors.

In response, Soma Kisaki, the son of destruction, returns the words.

"Do your duty faithfully. How many people can do that? It's a very difficult talent."

I see. As Soma says, I will faithfully perform my duties. This seems easy, but how many people can actually do it?

But still, if you look only at its merits, Dae-Hyun Solon, who is said to have laid the foundations of the country along with Soma, would be much bigger.

For this reason, many assume that Solon is the head of the Triangle.

But the great historian Socras leaves words that value her as highly as Soma does.

"Had it not been for Michena Erbazizo, the Son of Destruction, Soma Kisaki, would have starved hundreds of thousands of people to death by his hand, and yet made dozens more of them displaced. In that case, the Son of Destruction, Soma Kisaki, must have lost his country then, as opposed to invading the Empire. Given that, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Michena Erbazizo is the Ten Himself who brought the scourge of the Son of Destruction to the Empire".

In this way, some highly value her achievements, including those of the Son of Destruction, but nevertheless her achievements remain plain.

For this reason, in the statue of "Soma Xaki, Son of Destruction" painted by Painting Saint Numari, she was given a small horn that grew on her forehead. Compared to the other two horns, that horn, which is too small, is drawn as shining for some reason.

I am not sure that Painting Saint Numari, with any intent, drew it that way. But future generations found Michena Erbazizo in that corner, accumulating feats that could never be ignored, even if they did not achieve remarkable great feats.

This is because she is called "the brightest little horn."

Finally, let's add one more thing.

The anecdote of questioning the name of his most accomplished subordinate son, Soma Kisaki, the son of destruction at the beginning only goes on a little.

He who asked the first question said he thought soma would give him the name of Shemr. For that reason, I said, "Isn't it Master Shemr?," he says.

In contrast, Soma laughed small, taking a glance at Shemr, who refrained behind her, and then answered:

"Didn't you ask someone under your command? Nobody calls their own half subordinate".

At that time, he was Shemr disguised as calm, but he seemed so happy with Somma's words. Later on, Garam tells me I got a complaint like this.

"I don't want you to treat my sister too well."

It is not hard to imagine that Shemr, who had only a stubborn face in front of the others, bragged to be in love (curse) in front of Garam, the fruit brother who divided the blood.