Hakai no Miko

"Don't torture the prisoners, do you?

Marcronis, who had a meeting with the Ethereal Horse about the treatment of the prisoners he had transferred to his place of residence as part of his exploration, was greatly puzzled by what the Ethereal Horse had told him.

What he was told by the Ethereal Horse is that it is strictly forbidden to treat prisoners as slaves. All that, it was an instruction by the Superintendent of the place of residence to prohibit punishment with whips, etc., and to prevent ill-treatment in detail up to the securing of a meal three times a day.

Unlike modern times, when the human rights of prisoners in war are upheld by various conventions, prisoners were one of the spoils of war in this continent of Cerdeas.

If that is the son of a nobleman or a luxury merchant, he will be an important hostage who can claim ransom, but the vast majority of ordinary soldiers who are not, if taken prisoner, will be tortured in mines and agricultural lands as slaves or sold off to other countries, but normal. It was also the natural right of the winner.

Of course, Marcronis doesn't have the hobby to rejoice in abusing soldiers from the same Holmea National Army who were formerly. However, he nevertheless considered that the prisoners should be somewhat terrible and that the quality and quantity of their diet should be limited.

That is not simply because we thought of profit.

Considering only the profits, it is rather better to suppress harsh labor and provide a decent diet to maintain the health of the prisoners, while the profits to be gained in the long run are greater.

Yet daring to place it in a harsh environment has a great purpose in depriving the prisoners of the strength and strength to rebel only. If we leave room or power to think in vain, the prisoners, who were originally enemies, plan rebellions and escapes. To avoid that, you put them in harsh labor and restrict their diet.

But the Ethereal Horse tells you not to do it.

Even if it wasn't Marcronis, it was natural to be confused.

In contrast, the Ethereal Horse slaps one in the chest and says, "I have an idea". Half-heartedly, Marcronis and Setius gathered the prisoners in front of the Ethereal Horse on the day they were transferred to the pioneering land.

Before the captives from the hundreds transferred to this pioneering land, the Ethereal Horse, standing on the stage, first cut out as follows:

"If you want to run, you can run away."

All the prisoners to it, even Marcronis and Setius, look up at the pale horse with amazement.

Acknowledging that everyone was surprised, the Ethereal Horse continued his words in the sky blurry.

"Of course, chasing is no trouble. You can follow the road you came to get to the city, but if you get lost along the way, you should go for a pile of triangles in that direction"

Oh, my God, the captives began to blur as they politely began to explain the escape route.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you just have to catch me coming to the city of Bornis. If possible, it would be helpful if you didn't stop by the city and even walked east as you were."

So the Ethereal Horse smiles with a mean grin.

"Good luck if you don't take ten or twenty days off and walk back to Holmeer country"

Besides, those who perceived well, including Marcronis, realized the intentions of the Ethereal Horse.

"However, just because you're hungry, don't attack pioneering villages and travelers to steal. If they do that, we have to go after them, too. I would highly discourage you if you weren't confident you could shake off the tracking of Zoan's brilliant warriors in this vast plain."

If they say so much, the captives of the odd are also stunned to perceive the intentions of the Ethereal Horse. Before such prisoners, the Ethereal Horse went on to become even more norinous and talk.

"And when you reveal the night on the plains, never cease to fire. Because of the battles of the last years, they say there are fierce werewolves wandering around full of them remembering the taste of the flesh of those who died in battle. If you get attacked like that, there's not one. I'm just freaking out that I can eat it alive."

Carefully hold your own shoulders and even act like a shudder all the time. What Ethereal Horse wants to say is that if you run away from this residence, you will instead lose your life in vain.

What's more, the Ethereal Horse told us, threats are not the only ones.

"You don't have to worry so much. This residence is protected by Zoan warriors who can handle these wolves."

And he poked his right hand high with five fingers wide open.

"It's five years!

The eyes of the captives gather in the right hand of the pale horse so that they may be drawn.

"Five years, if you work here, I will free you! That's not all. Somewhat, but let's also promise to give food and money. It also promises to shorten the period and increase the food and money you give at liberation, especially for those who work well!

Besides, a twitch occurs from among the prisoners.

Before the sight, Marcronis exhaled with admiration.

After poking at the reality that you won't be able to escape, hang the bait in front of you that if you stay in a place of residence, you will be guaranteed safety and, moreover, you will be released as soon as you work. It may be called despicable, but it's a good hand.

Marcronis, welcoming a pale horse down the stage after a full explanation, said this with a bitter laugh.

"As always, you have a bad personality"

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But still, the more you can hold it down, the more you want to rebel against it, the more Neika Eri is.

"I'm not kidding. I'll get you out of here."

It was a young prisoner by the name of Doug who swore so hard. He was formerly a three boy poor farmer. He is a man who became a soldier in the Holmeer country because he had trouble eating. Originally, strong in my strength, blessed in my physique and confident in my arms, he had emerged to the point of being entrusted with platoons, even among the Holmeer National Army, out of poverty.

But did he run out of luck with it, and Doug became captive to the Ethereal Horse in the "Bornis Showdown," which was his first formation?

But since he was taken prisoner in little to no battle, Doug himself didn't even think that the Holmeer National Army had lost on its own and that he had lost as much. For this reason, he remembered the rebellion even more, even though he was terribly tormented by pioneering.

"Hey, you guys. We're getting out of here."

Stealing the eyes of the Fae watching, Doug spoke to his companions around him.

"But oh. How'd you do that?

"That's what I'm going to think. Be quiet for a while, keep him alert, and get ready to escape."

Doug is irritated by his companions, who are afraid to punish him and are not going to boil him down.

"Are you sure? This is where they make you work all the way to your death?!"

To the words, one of my companions said an aside.

"But if you work hard for five years, you'll let me go."

But Doug didn't trust it from the edge.

"It's up to you to lie like that! I'll never be fooled!

My buddies looked like they said something more, but that's where the story ended when the supervisors started assigning work to the prisoners.

Doug, a young, resilient body, was assigned to the Supervisor for the task of digging up hard ground. Doug, turned to the task of using his most strength, was mourning his bad luck in his heart, but when the supervisors gave him the tsurhashi, he looked at it in a shivering manner.

"Is this made of iron? That's a good one."

Until now, Doug knew that the tsuruhashi was a good place to wear metal on the tip he borrowed when he worked as a smallholder for a mandarin farmer, and all he had in his house was a pointed stone attached to a wooden pattern.

What an irony it is that you can have better farming tools when you are a prisoner.

But no matter how good the farm tools are brought, Doug has no motivation or other shards. It seemed to me that only my hands could be moved so that they could not fall apart.

Doug looks around somewhat as he continues to do such proper work.

Which part of the country is this? How much surveillance is there?

I was trying to get a little more information to get out of here.

But in the meantime, Dwarf and I were watching each other, we got eyes on each other.

Shit, did they put their eyes on you?

Whether that Doug's anticipation was centered, the dwarf walked over in absurdity as he let loose in a grumpy mood to see his dark bearded face.

This was prepared to devour even one of the whips, but the dwarf suddenly snatches away the tsuruhashi that was in Doug's hands. Doug, who was about ready to whip, but never saw it until he thought it would be laid down with iron farm tools, stifled his body.

But that dwarf says, "Huh!," he nodded loudly, beginning to slap his body flat with his hands, arms, shoulders, hips, and thighs holding the tsuruhashi. Then open your legs about shoulder-width apart and squeeze your hands down to the ground. Zaku made a creepy sound and Tsuruhashi poked deeply, and Dwarf lifted the pattern like a teko, digging up the hard earth to show it.

And when he snorted loudly again, he thrust the tsuruhashi back at Doug.

I'm not sure what the hell is going on, but I get a thrust back anyway. However, the dwarf said he had returned the tsuruhashi, but he had a pair of arms in front of Doug and would not attempt to return to his original position. Doug decided to take the work a little seriously, saying it was unavoidable to be monitored in front of him.

But if I'm waving a tsuruhashi twice or three times, Dwarf will take the tsuruhashi away from me again. And then again, Dwarf does the trick of slapping his body, swinging the tsuruhashi, digging up the ground to show it, and poking the tsuruhashi back at Doug again.

After repeating that several times, in time Dwarf showed it with a grand sigh after taking the Tsuruhashi. I was angry at this sigh of sight, but in my capacity as a prisoner, I had no choice but to endure. I tried to make my body look smaller and overwhelmed.

"Nh! Nh!"

However, the dwarf waved at Doug as if to get rid of the puppy, pointing to a group doing another task, without inflicting punishment (a litter), etc.

"What the hell, that dwarf?"

Doug went to where he was honestly instructed because he was so evil, but it seemed foolish to defy him and eat the punishment for about this.

The next time Doug was turned was the task of putting crushed dirt in a hand-held car with a claw.

"What's going on, Doug?

A facial acquaintance calls out to Doug who has come.

"I don't know, but he said do this one."

"I can't really put my eyes on you."

Doug frowned when he received the hand-delivered beard.

It's the first time I've ever seen it.

Doug knows that there is a metal blade on the tip of the wooden plate. However, what I have now is a spoon-shaped blade. If you look closely, the back of the blade on either side of the base of the pattern is rounded, just so you can step on it with your feet.

"Oh. - Anything, they say 'talk' or something"

I started working after I taught him how to use it, but this is amazingly good when I try it. A spoon-shaped blade made of iron is sharp and pointed like the tip of a sword, so if you weigh it with your feet like a tread, you can dig crisps even in hard soil. Besides, the entire blade is spoon-shaped, making it easier to remove dirt.

How much easier would it be to open up if we brought this guy back to his hometown village?

Working on that makes me distracted, in addition to not being originally motivated.

Then the dwarf who manages this place found it. When the dwarf comes roughing up his footsteps, he still snatches Doug's hold and repeats the same thing as the dwarf did earlier.

In time, Doug realized that there was.

Maybe this isn't guidance for the work?

But I laugh at that idea right away. In what world are there supervisors who give work instruction to the prisoners? But no matter what I think, I just think they're giving me work instruction.

When Doug noticed how distracted he was because he had been thinking about it, Dwarf stuck his thumb to the ground in frustration. Doug, who returned to me to the sound of the earthquake, stiffened himself when he received the cage, but the dwarf still only sighed with a grand sigh.

Something tells me that Doug is disappointed that "this guy is useless," and he unwittingly snatches it from Dwarf's hand.

Even I was a peasant. I've been sweating into the field since I was a kid. There's nothing to do with this amount of work, if you're a little serious.

Along with such self-esteem, Doug opens his legs firmly, drops his center of gravity, and sifts his sword forcefully and puts dirt on the hand-held car to show. Repeat that several times and then say, "What do you say! When I saw the dwarf all the time," the dwarf nodded satisfactorily, "Wouldn't you be able to do it," and then walked away.

"Fuck you!

On the back of a walking away dwarf, evil with an inaudible voice, then begin the task of putting dirt on it again.

When the wooden planks announcing the break were pounded after a while, a large amount of sweat was flowing from Doug's body, raising the hot air as if it had been covered with water. Doug, who was soaking sweat on his forehead to exhilaration and satisfaction after plenty of work, realizes then that he was.

"... what am I serious about?

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The day's work was over and it was dinner time.

Doug also held a wooden jar with the other captives and lined up in a row to distribute meals.

Previously, the meal when kept in the city of Bornis was classic when it was called salty soup with stewed vegetable shards and hard bread or wheat porridge stewed in goat's milk. Never a luxury, but it would be a superior category for a prisoner's diet.

I put my face aside as I lined up in line, and when I saw where I was getting my rations, apparently it was the order of the wheat porridge today. It doesn't taste bad or quantity, but Doug, who is just getting tired of eating it, gets laid off.

"... what is this guy?

When the order came, and the wheat porridge was served on the wooden husk in his hand, Doug frowned and asked, when he was put on top of that wheat porridge like a red brown board.

"Just go. It's jammed after."

Doug, driven away by a kenborough, leaked one tongue punch, ramblingly took a jock with ale diluted with water placed on a nearby table. Then we rendezvous with our friends who have already received rations.

"Damn. Whatever."

That was Doug in bad shape, but no one is returning a response. When I realized it, my buddies seemed obsessed with finding out who it was by following or smelling what was put on top of the wheat porridge with a wooden spoon.

"What is it, this...?

To the grunt of his companion, everyone leaned their necks. One of them half-heartedly speaks of speculation.

"This guy, meat... isn't he?

Besides, everyone raised their voices of surprise.

"Meat?!"

"Fool, say it. Let the captives eat meat!

"But it looks like dried meat, this"

From a modern man, you might wonder what he would fuss about with a slice of flesh. But only the luxury merchants and royal aristocrats were able to eat meat steadily in this world. Opportunities for the general public to mouth meat were only limited, such as festivals, let alone be behaved like prisoners' meals.

"So, what kind of meat is this?

"No way, isn't it human meat?

There were rumors that Zoan would eat human flesh, partly because the army could teach Zoan to be an unreasonable beast.

Where I didn't know who the meat was and was in trouble without being eaten, just one of my buddies who was helping me with today's rations came and told me who the meat was.

"It's beef, apparently."

It was the dried beef of the cattle that the Zoans provided as part of the food of the captives.

"Cow meat, huh?

But Doug said with dismay and disdain.

At this time, it was a pig or a chicken when it came to meat. Occasionally, the hunters will get deer and ravens.

But not just cows. It was common sense that beef was hard and bad.

Dougs' disappointment was enormous just because of the high expectations for meat.

"Well, better than not..."

That said, I soaked up the meat with a wooden spoon without feeling like it and put it in my mouth.

As soon as that happens, a voice of surprise rises from everyone's mouth.

"Ugh, yummy!

"Ko, is this the cow?

"I've never had this kind of beef before."

That's because they're not in the same condition as the cows they've been eating.

At this time, cattle were precious farming livestock, not edible. For this reason, the meat of cows that farmers could speak of was crushed old cows that were old and no longer available for farming. For this reason, the meat was stiff and its taste was poor.

But the cattle that the Zoans have hunted are the cattle that have grown lazily in this vast plain. There's no way that meat is bad.

"Oh, oh! What, is this guy?! My mouth hurts like hot"

"Is the meat rotten...?

"No. It tastes like a black grain all over this guy."

"Getting used to it, it's pretty good, this"

Furthermore, in the food culture of the Zoans, where meat is the staple food, knowledge of spices to eliminate the smell of meat and eat it deliciously was developed. When it comes to seasonings used to season meals, it is a time when even the royal nobility had only about salt and about fish soy (ginger) and mustard seeds. The magnitude of the shock they were struck by the unknown taste brought to them by Zoan's spices was something that modern Japanese can't even imagine very well.

In an era when pepper (pepper) was once relied on for imports from India in Europe, if you look at the facts of history where pepper was exchanged for the same weight of gold and silver and even fought a war over pepper, you will see how spices attracted people.

"You idiot! What do you do when you get caught meat?!"

But Doug scolds his fellow men floating in meat.

"That's about it, I'll never be fooled!"

With that said, throwing meat into my mouth just because it's no big deal like this, I swallow it without even tasting it very much after just chewing it a few times.

The fellows, oppressed by Doug's sword curtain, voiced their consent, saying, "Right."

Doug noticed, however, that everyone had a little bit of meat to taste for a long time.

Damn, they're mean.

Yes, Doug was evil in his chest, but his eyes were directed toward the meat of his companions.

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A few days after starting work.

In the morning, Doug and the others, beaten up as usual, were sitting in their seats on the ground and eating their rationed breakfast. Then there comes the supervisor.

"Guys! Good while eating. Oh, come on, listen!

Doug and the others keep an eye on what the hell was going on.

"Today is God's Day of Fire. Therefore, in order to thank the sun, today is the day off! Everyone asks me to rest today. May I thank you for your grace, Master Soma."

The superintendent, that's all he said, left early enough.

The remaining prisoners face each other.

"It's God's Day of Fire, so rest, what do you mean?

"You can't thank the sun, but you need to take a break, right?

It is not impossible for the prisoners to be confused.

In fact, in the Continent of Cerdeas, like Christianity and Judaism, there was no such thing as the Sabbath, which was ordained a day on which nothing should be done, and the Ethereal Horse, who knew it, set up a weekly holiday on seven days, such as modern times, to rest only one day.

This system passes from the soldiers of the later liberated prisoners to the whole continent and spreads throughout the continent of Cerdeas as a weekly rest system that takes only one day off every seven days, which is commonplace in modern times, but that is another story.

"Do you give prisoners a break?

"I've never heard of that."

They told me to rest, but the prisoners were only bewildered on holidays they had never experienced before.

Furthermore, it is the sound of meeting the tonkan with the metal, coming from a blacksmith set up inside the residence, that beats it.

"Tell me about the holidays, why are those guys doing their jobs?

That was the sound of the Dwarves repairing damaged farm tools. The dwarf on the supervisor's side of the residence, who said rest is good, says rest not rest, but tell ourselves, the prisoners, to rest. The prisoners are somewhat unsettled by this mess.

"Hey, are you sure you want to rest?

Asking his anxious companions, Doug shows them lying on the ground in an all too exaggerated motion.

"You know what! I was told to rest. Why don't you let me rest!

But with that said, Doug couldn't help but be concerned about the sound of Dwarves tapping his farm tools, which arrived from the blacksmith.

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It's been a few months since I started pioneering.

The work on the compartment to which the Dougs were assigned is almost complete, and the rest of it will come with a piece by the end of the day. If you turn your attention to the other compartments, you will see similar work progressing everywhere.

In the past, land with only a few shrubs (kanbo) and lush grass had now been transformed into a field as far as it could see.

Pioneering, which was initially only a servitude imposed on prisoners, was also Doug who felt something emotional somewhere as the end approached.

One of my buddies calls out to me when I'm stuck with such sentiments.

"Hey, when are the Zoan guys coming?

Last night, as soon as the work here was done, they were told they were headed for the next plot of land. Along with that, we're talking about Zoan's warriors being replenished for surveillance on the move.

Normally, we can't be comfortable with more people watching us. For the prisoners in this pioneering land, however, it was a great pleasure for Zoan to come every now and then to take turns watching.

It is because of the souvenirs of the Zoans.

Zoan's warriors are proud in weird places. Do you think coming by hand involves a warrior's ticket, or do you always bring meat such as cattle that you hunted on the way? Moreover, it is behaved not only by the soldiers who monitor it, but also by the captives, so it was also a great pleasure for the captives in the less entertaining pioneering lands.

"Oh...... The meat juice before this was delicious."

"We barely had meat because we all shared it, but here's what I said about the taste of meat in the juice, it was delicious."

"I had a little cattle gut in my jaw, but this guy tasted good with a tight tooth."

The last man said, "What are you eating?" "and be slapped.

"Idiots, you bastards. I'm not caught with every meat."

Doug told his buddies to throw up.

That's when one of my buddies raises his voice.

"Hey, Zoan's guys are here."

Everyone rested their working hands on the voice and turned to a group of Zoan walking toward us. Of course, I'm curious if they're bringing meat.

That, Doug, is no exception.

That gaze will stick to the back of the Zoans.

"Oh, I did it. He's bringing meat."

When Zoan and the others find themselves carrying a large piece of meat on their backs, the prisoners cheer.

"Is it roasted meat tonight? Soup, I guess?

"Oh. I'm looking forward to tonight"

Listening to the voices of such companions, Doug swallowed his gobbly spit.

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Dinner that day, as the Dougs expected, was soup with beef.

"Now the local development is complete! Moving to the next pioneering place is the day after tomorrow! Tomorrow, rest your body for a day."

Neither did the story of Marcronis, which marks the end of the pioneering in the land, reach the ears of the Dougs today. Their consciousness was focused on the big pot behind Marcronis and others. From earlier on, Dougs prayed for the story to end quickly as they struggled with the delicious smell that drifted from it, overflowing (overflowing) saliva, whether swallowed or swallowed.

While he was aware of such a prisoner's attitude, Marcronis did not do anything to blame him for only a slight bitter laugh, pointing to a number of barrels placed near the pot.

"Also, in order to reward the work of these gentlemen, Master Soma behaves as a celebratory liquor. Thank you, Master Soma, and may I have it!

In the meantime, the prisoners boiled.

I have always consumed ales diluted with water instead of drinking water, but it has been a long time since I have consumed ales that taste like alcohol.

In delicious meat juice, the first liquor in a long time.

You can't be unhappy with this.

The directors also tolerated the removal of some wings only tonight, so Doug and the others enjoyed a delicious meal and a long time of booze.

The next morning, Doug was in the wind off his residence with a hangover and a bumpy, painful head. Previously, there was nothing like that amount of alcohol, but I haven't had it in a long time, so it seems to have worked.

Doug, who reminded me of last night's foolish noise and was in a delightful mood, called me from behind.

"Hey, you got a second?

Turning around, there was a line of face-to-face people there. They hung each other by their elbows, eyeballing each other, but one of them cut out the story to Doug in the way he said he was afraid.

"Hey, I'm talking about escaping..."

That's all Doug thought about.

"Damn it! What the hell are you talking about? Hanging on that hip is a decoration?! Okay! Definitely, get out of here and go back to the village!

Besides, my friends have a troubled face like a weeping laugh.

So Doug, finally turning his face to the side, said quickly.

"But if you fail in a hurry, neither the ex nor the child! Take your time and wait for your chance!

My buddies, who have been dumb for a while, also realize what Doug is trying to say, "That's good!" and snorted.

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The policy of the Ethereal Horse, which favoured these series of prisoners, naturally arose much opposition from the surroundings. Especially from many who were once made to lick the bitter juice as human prisoners, it was raised as a voice of criticism that it was too sweet.

But when he heard it, the Ethereal Horse answered with a laugh.

"Me, sweet? No one is worse than me."

This is what the Ethereal Horse said to everyone with their necks about what is so bad about being nice to prisoners.

"It's easy to abuse a captive human being just like ourselves and clear up past resentments. But it's just gonna be so much clearer."

But even so said, those who were actually put into slavery by the humans and made to lick the bitterness are not convinced.

"More than that, I use prisoners to attack."

Everyone was surprised by the unexpected words that popped out of the mouth of the Ethereal Horse.

"I thought I told you. That our enemy is the very mechanism of this world. It's the wrong values that say that the human race that the Episcopal Church spreads is the superior race, and the others are the inferior species to the human race that should be destroyed."

That's what I said in the Iron Manifesto. Several people nod loudly, including Shemr.

"But can you believe the ecclesiastical saying, 'Zoan is an unreasonable beast,' even if you know what Zoan's warriors look like who treat their opponents who lose the battle with respect as well? Even if you experience Dwarf's superior skill, are you convinced that the Episcopal Church tells you 'Dwarf is an inferior species'?

That's what I said. The Ethereal Horse notices that he is stared at jizzily by Jaharngil. Dinosaurian-specific expressions are hard to read and you don't know what you're thinking, but that tail was tapping the floor tightly. Somehow the Ethereal Horse, who I found Jaharngil expecting, couldn't come up with a better word than "Dinosaurian, is he such a strong species? I'll say."

Then, from Jahangil's nose, he stroked down his chest howling as he made a bushy noise and a satisfying snort erupted.

"And anyway - more people know that people of different races are by no means inferior to humans. It is an attack on the foundations of the ecclesiastical faith. I'm pretending to be nice, turning prisoners into spirits against the sacraments, trying to send them in."

The Ethereal Horse grinned.

"Look, I'm a pain in the ass, right?

Besides, everyone smiled in favor of Ethereal Horse's policy.

But until that policy would have stopped even the peasants rebellion, we would not have expected just a pale horse either.

And the village chief of Pioneering Village, who was planning a rebellion without knowing that, was in trouble.

The reaction of the prisoners' soldiers, who I just thought would be perfectly in tune, is unexpected. In his mouth, he told me that he would help me if I had to, but it would probably be convenient. From that tone and attitude, we can clearly see a negative look at the insurgency.

Besides, that's not just this village.

According to the story of the young people of the village who hurriedly sent other pioneering villages to reward them, apparently not many fancy (kanba) reactions returned from the prisoners who invited them to rebel in other pioneering villages. Some of them even say that they have made it clear that they cannot cooperate even if there is a rebellion.

He was the village chief who returned to the village with a heavy mind, but noticed that there were strange signs of the village. Lately, it seems like all the villagers are floating around somehow when they say that the men were killing each other and the women and children were anxiously darkening their faces with rebellion as it stands.

A man on the strong side, who was complaining first about the rebellion against the lord there, smiled and came.

"Dear village chief. Earlier, the lord sent me."

He's already here to talk about taxes, even though he says he just mowed the wheat. The village chief said with a melancholy sigh.

"Then we must hide the wheat early, to the extent that the lord says so loudly. And let the young daughters go to the woods for a while."

When he thought the patrol tax was coming, the village chief was concerned. Every year, it's not just a matter of taking away as taxes just the grain we have from the village, it's also usual for young soldiers to do evil to the women in the village.

"That's the mayor of the village. We're not gonna get a patrol tax."

"Huh? So how are we gonna take the taxes?

The man points to a nearby hill.

"I built a tax collection post on a hill a little over here, and I told him to bring wheat there. Apparently, it's a village around here, and they're going to pay for it all."

In this busy time, it's hard to break a man's hand to take wheat, but still, it's better than a patrol tax coming.

"Guys, how long the hell do I have to take it? Yeah?

Until now, lords and officials who visited the village directly looked at the harvest and decided on the spot how much tax they would collect, making it difficult to just ask them to bring it.

The village chief was surprised when the man told the lord how much tax he had told him.

"... is that all?

Said taxes are less than half of the usual year. Though I did hear that moving a village would cut taxes, I never saw it reduce that much.

"Guys, why don't you give me another reason?"

But the village chief, who had so far been squeezed out of taxes by various lords and officials, had become a suspect.

And the man answers with his face.

"Nha. Use whatever you want in the village, I'm just saying. It's the new lord's" ooh-ooh, "he said. We're all thrilled."

Sure, if this much harvest stays on hand, no one will get a twist on it, and the harvest festival can be celebrated in a grand way. In rural areas where there is little entertainment, the harvest festival is an important event.

"Maybe the new lord, yeah, maybe he is."

The village chief turns back to the way the man who said he was happy and couldn't wait to celebrate it grandly.

"Damn, you guys are simple. Guys, I'm not being deceived!

He was such a mean village chief, but he doesn't know.

That a man named Doug, who told me to keep the rebellion in mind, said something very similar.

Thus the measures of the Ethereal Horse lowered their roots among the people, little by little.