Hakai no Miko

"Brother! - No, Your Majesty!

Vritas, who came for a small run before the throne between his glances, trembling with taptap the meat under his chin, lays flat on King Walius as he kneels on the spot.

"It is all thanks to His Majesty's generous willingness to worship His Majesty's face again in this way. My chest is shaking with deep gratitude and gratitude for this Vritas!

Vritas expresses his gratitude to King Walius as he wets his cheeks with tears. Perhaps it was supposed to be an occasion of gratitude, but the ugly, fat Vritas' crying appearance only seemed ugly, leaving the lay down court ministers.

Because the court senators are so different, it is also King Walius's mood, so guess what.

Whenever Vritas said something, the power of his hand holding King Walius's throne elbow increased and his cheeks were pimply and cramped.

But Vritas, unaware of it, continues to speak with an exaggerated gesture of how he struggled in the city of Bornis and how hard his eyes were.

"Your Majesty! How dare you avenge this brother! Remind them of themselves and beat them back to the slave hut! Otherwise, the disgrace I have received will not be cleared!

When Vritas nods on the spot, he begins to exaggerate crying.

Towards such a Vritas, King Walius called out in a whining voice to Bosoli.

"... back off"

Utterly, I just thought I'd give you a kind word here and a word to beat down the slaves and get Bornis back, and Vritas said, "Huh? Returns the missing words between."

Besides, King Walius' eclampsia finally exploded.

"Can't you see I'm telling you to back off, you pig!

"Bu, pig?!"

Vritas blacks and whites his eyes at not much rambling, which jumped out of his real brother's mouth.

"How dare you show your face before you expose yourself to shame and congratulations! More painful disgrace than death, you say? Then you should have died! If you did, you wouldn't have to pay as much as 50,000 gold coins for the rest! I don't even want to see your face! Immediately evacuate from the King's Capital!!"

"But I have lost my territory. Where the hell do I go...?

"You are now in charge of the direct jurisdiction Wrapley."

Vritas told the first place name he'd ever heard of, "Rapley?" and asks Oomu back.

"It's a secluded area bordering the Rabbian River. Encourage the government at best and scrape off that wasted meat!

To King Walius's disdainful words, Vritas blued his face with a small scream "Hino".

The Rabian River is the name of a great river that separates the Holmeer and Romanian countries. That means a territory that crosses one river and borders on the hateful Romanians. Whatever the border city where there is a crossing to the Romanian State, the territory along the border, which must not be crossed or bridged on its own, cannot be flourishing, and even we must always be frightened by the invasion of the Romanian State.

Vritas blued his face and cried.

"Heh, Your Majesty! Brother! Have mercy...!

"Shut up, pig! - Who, pinch this one out!

One of the ministers questioned King Walius when he could no longer hear the pitiful cry of Vritas, who had his sides consolidated and dragged out by a Kingsguard under King Walius's command.

"Your Majesty. After all, isn't it dangerous to put His Royal Highness the King near the border with Romania?

Not answering that minister's concerns, King Walius calls the name of one of the generals he had refrained from during the sight.

"Romanians may make disturbing moves. Lead the elite two thousand and consolidate near the border."

To the general, who bowed his head on one knee and worshipped him, King Walius ordered his squire to deposit his own little sword. While receiving it, King Walius smiled darkly at a general who seemed overwhelmed with what this little sword meant, although the sword meant to take the king's place and deposit his military rights.

"Keep your eyes peeled for wraps. Not necessarily Romanians attacking and not coming, though. In the unlikely event of Romanian captivity, it will be a great scourge for Holmea. At that time…"

King Walius never told anyone to do anything, but he can't seem to be a general without checking it out.

The general said nothing, just looked blue and stepped back with his little sword in his hand.

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Joash, who handed over Vritas' personality, was just in the carriage after Holmenia, the king's capital, after all the hardships of King Walius' eclampsia.

Looking at the roster of prisoners that had been given to me by the Ethereal Horse, I wonder in what order I should go to the negotiations, and the carriage I was accidentally riding stops. Along with that, from beyond the front, who heard what of the escorts.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Is it a raid by a bandit? Nevertheless, you must be such an idiot or a big man to attack a carriage in the vicinity of the King's Capital with the flag of a high and Jeboean merchant guild. Joash glanced at his face from between his front when he remembered what he was like.

Then one red-haired woman stood, trying to block the road in front of the carriage. Tall for a woman, she also wears pants like a man, and hangs a sword on her hips, which makes her look like a riddled young martial artist. But the abundant breasts pushing the chest of that garment up from the bottom were vocally claiming her gender.

"Yo-ho! Sure, that was Damia. Does your husband mean you're here, too?

After telling the guards that they knew each other, Joash went down the carriage. Then the red-haired woman - Damia - greeted Joash before pointing her hand at the little hill on the side of the street.

"My husband will be waiting for you there to offer a dedication to Master Joash"

"Yo ho! I was just drying my throat. Thank you for inviting me."

Joash readily accepted. Once back in the carriage, Joash, who grabbed a bunch of paper and returned, left behind the guards with a sinister face and was guided by Damia to take his feet on the hill.

At the root of the tree, which grew only one on the hill, lay a fine cloth deliberately taken from the exotic, where a beautiful boy of white (soldering) with scorched brown hair dripping half-sided greeted Joash with a grinning smile.

Joash expresses his joy with his arms wide open toward the boy.

"Yo ho! It's been a long time since we've been face-to-face like this, toe"

It was a boy toe-toe who lost both arms, working as a secret detective for Darius, who was called Holmeer's best general.

Joash sat docilely on the cloth, in agura.

This is what you asked me to do.

That being said, Joash, when he offers a bunch of paper he brings out of the carriage, Toe cleverly grabs it with his feet. And instead, I pushed the leather bag I had on my side to Joash.

When Joash takes the skin bag, which has as much as the baby's head, he rushes to make sure it weighs. Then there was a jarring sound of metal touching each other from inside. And to Joash, who laughs at the garlic, Tutu turns his eyes resentfully.

"Look at people's feet at all. They're blowing too much."

Besides, Joash shrugged his shoulders and showed them that he was still out of his mind.

"Dude, this one was a life-threatening one. As you requested, I even made a rude imitation to deliberately piss him off in an attempt to expose his land. If I suck, this neck is so, like this!

Joash imitated scratching his own neck.

But toe-toe laughs with his nose at it.

"Things that have gone awry. You knew it would never behave in such a tyrannical manner."

And what are you talking about? and grinned bitterly at Joash, who blurted all over the sky, Tutu grabbed a pot of liquor with his feet and soaked the liquor in the glass placed in front of Joash.

"So as I asked, he - he actually saw The Son of Destruction, how'd it go?

"Uh-huh. At first, I thought he was just sweet, but he's not surprisingly sweet."

So Joash concealed his licence with a lightly gripped fist and leaked a cuckoo laugh.

"I found out what I was up to, and I sweated cold."

For the cold sweat, to Joash with a nagging and light grin, Tutu said, "So?" He urged the conversation further. And Joash leans his neck.

"Hmm? Everything you can write, you're gonna write it there, right?

"What I really want to know is that I couldn't write here. - You do, don't you?

To the toe that shines its thin eyes and inquires, Joash is bewildered as he scratches his head over the white Kafiya.

"I don't care if they say there is."

Towards Joash, a troubled face, Toto pushed one more packed bag of silver coins he had prepared on his feet. When Joash picks a piece of silver out of the bag, he asks to try a toe.

"Is that good? There's no certainty, it's just a question, right?

"I'd rather hear that."

Joash drops his shoulder and sighs in the way he says he has no choice. Then I said potpourri after a while when I caught an eye that looked away somewhere.

"... that's Kralken."

"Kralken?"

To an unfamiliar word, Tutu returned the same word.

"The legend of the sailors. - From a ship on a voyage, a sailor suddenly disappears one day. I think he probably fell into the ocean in an accident or something, and that's when the sailors say," I've been exposed to sea demons. "

Joash draws a large circle with both arms.

"Sounds like an octopus or a squid demon. Occasionally there's a sailor who sees a big shadow in the fog or something huge floating between the waves, and that's the sea demon, but the truth is, nobody ever sees who it is."

"... I don't know what you're trying to say"

Joash said as he grabbed the liquor cup to the toe asking in confusion.

"I initially thought there was a special knowledge group behind a boy named Son of Destruction."

The more I looked into the Son of Destruction, the more it seemed to Joash.

Even though the military alone, which defeated that General Darius, is astonishing, the subsequent reforms in Bornis' rule no longer even remind me of the cold through surprise.

New systems, new farming methods, new tools, new equipment. If you look across the continent, you might find something similar to it somewhere. But it can't be created from just one human being, almost at the same time.

Moreover, Joash's account complained that they were yet another generation - no, knowledge and technology that in some cases jumped several generations at once.

"So I initially assumed that a knowledge group that had been hiding, drilling and enhancing such knowledge and technology over the years would be behind him"

An exceptional tactician. A fan that intoxicates people. Bold reformers. Amazing inventor. And sweet dreamer.

The more Joash looked into it, the more "Son of Destruction" had a number of different faces. That made him think, all the more so, that it was because different human beings were pulling threads behind them according to that sometimes.

"But the truth was that he was the only boy to name 'Son of Destruction'"

You remembered the surprise then, Joash smiled bitterly.

"No army, no knowledge, no skill that surprised me was just one touch-arm sticking out of the ocean. Beneath that surface, there was a more heterogeneous and enormous sea demon lurking."

To Joash's words, Tutu becomes a slightly clapped face.

"That would certainly come as a surprise. But that's not heterogeneity."

To the toe-to-the-word he so objected to, Joash told him to cover it.

"'Let the king carry the load' -"

To that word, signs of a toe change.

But Joash continued his words pretending not to notice it.

"I wonder how many years ago it was. You said this the first time we met. To be precise, it was' something that was a slave sits in a chair and lets what was a king carry his baggage '. When I heard that, I thought this guy was a hell of a guy to think about. I bought the throne for gold, and even the king's neck was replaced, Jeboah, even though he had a lot of respect for the royal family."

Joash puts the glass in his hand all at once. And when I put the empty liquor cup on top of the cloth, I told him clearly.

"And he said something similar to you. Even royalty can carry a load."

Toe leaks a cheeky, small, admirable exhale. But Joash sprinkles cold water on such a toe.

"But don't get me wrong. It seems similar and the contents are completely different"

Joash turns his gaze to the sky and looks back at the past.

"You were pretending to be calm then, but from behind those eyes and words, strong emotions could not be hidden. - Well, I guess that's natural, too. The king reigns over the kingdom on behalf of God, and slaves are used by men. This is the truth of the world. I'm trying to overshadow that. It can't be half-baked enthusiasm or will. Whether it's dreams, hopes, anger or hatred that underlies it,"

So Joash finally smiles at people.

"For example, as much as I throw my own arms away, which should also be called life..."

A slight glimpse from between the eyelids of the toe sparkled with guillari and sword swallowing.

"Whoa, that was a silence. - Well, anyway, I need that kind of enthusiasm and will."

I apologize in words, but Tutu was flattering Joash, who had no appearance of being evil at all, but in the next word the grump is also blown away.

"But, yeah. He doesn't have it."

At first, Tutu blinked his eyes at what he had been told.

"That doesn't deny some enthusiasm. But, you know, I'm not trying to overshadow the world's reason enough. I can assure you that."

Often, silence flowed between them.

"... you don't know. Then why is he trying to do that?

To Tutu's question, Joash said with a childlike face telling the secret he kept.

"That's what I take for granted!

To do that, just the toe will also be a disgruntled face.

"Look, you don't understand, do you? Looks like he's just a boy. You may add that you are timid and weak. But, yeah. Its contents are heterogeneity itself. It's like a demon who can see a shadow but has no idea who it is."

"I've seen people from all over the continent, no matter their race. Don't you see?

To the best of Tutu's knowledge, no human being knows as wide a variety of people as Joash, even in Jeboah, a maritime trading nation. So lifted, Joash shrugs his shoulders small and leaves a bitter smile.

"Even if the regions and races are different, people are slaves to their own desires. We, the merchants of Jeboa, have identified that desire and made it a business. - But, yeah. He doesn't have that greed. At least, I couldn't tell."

It dominated a city, albeit a local city. If you want, you'll be able to do quite a bit.

It is also good to wield power as you wish in the city. It is also good to collect treasures and live in luxury. Let the beauties of the elves around you peel off and have a slutty feast.

But there was no sign of the Son of Destruction trying to satisfy those own desires.

"What kind of person has a thriving spirit of self-sacrifice?

"Come on, don't be stupid. He's selling a fight against Holmeer and winning one of the cities. He's not the one on the giving side, he's definitely the one on the taking side! Such a man reigns with his face as a hero and saint prince in the epic."

With a slight laugh, Joash becomes a serious face.

"That's distorted somewhere"

Joash affirmed.

"Otherwise the characters in epic poetry and inheritance are what exists in reality. I'm sure he's carrying a tremendous amount of distortion"

Joash's tone was already more about the horrible demons that appear in the inheritance than about people.

"Don't you realize that around you? Looks a lot tightly tied."

"Well, it would be greatly beneficial to have been saved by the clan and your own fate, but -"

Joash, who was answering Tutu's question. Unexpectedly. When Tutu turned a surprise eye to their appearance, he noticed it and Joash took one cough to fix it before continuing with the words.

"I told you. He's a sea monster. Originally, people are attracted to things they don't have. Sometimes the more heterogeneous it is, the more fascinating it may appear. It's like a sailor peering into the ocean out of curiosity being dragged from the sea demon's giant toucharm to the bottom of the ocean."

Joash stood up, paying his knees.

"Then I'll have to negotiate the ransom with the Hormeans, too, so if you'll excuse me."

So said Joash, who turned his back to go down the hill, but halted his legs along the way and looked back to the toe.

"Yes, yes. One thing, besides, let me give you some information. - The Shapiro Chamber of Commerce will enter and leave the Son of Destruction."

"... are you going to approach the demons of the sea?

Joash opened his arms wide and said, "Yo ho!," he raised his voice.

"Naturally! If you're a sailor, you'll want to see who the demons of the sea are once!

With a laugh in his heels, Joash went down the hill without stopping his feet this time.

Damia came to the left toe pushing a wooden wheelchair.

"Was the earlier restraint against us?

To the faithful lady swordsman who included the swordswallowing thing in her tone, Tutu shook her head small and sideways.

"If I care about what he says and does on the surface, I don't have the chili. Anyway, he's" The Great Shapiro Chamber of Commerce ". The attempt to extend the influence of the Chamber of Commerce to the Holmeer Country was probably also discovered by the Son of Destruction."

Stay aggressive, buy objection. Even pretending to be humble from the outset leads to suspicion. But people are relieved of who they outsmart or beat.

"That's not to think of him as an ally," Tutu crouched his jaw, indicating a bunch of parchment paper he received from Joash. "I'm sure I'll go sell this guy out to that 'painting madness' place with a few uneaten faces."

"To that Cesar Barzibor, is that..."

That is the name of the king of Balgibor, a small country sandwiched between both Holmea and Romania.

Much of the national territory is mountainous, there is no industry such as this, and it is a small country that has managed to grow in the mood of both Holmea and Romania. Cesar Barzibor, the king of such a country, has no ambition to extend his national territory, and his national government throws it under his ministry, himself a man rumored to be the Dark One immersed in the painting of his hobby.

However, that is a superficially limited story.

"But if you split it with your counterpart, there's no one more trustworthy than Joash. His essence is definitely" Jeboeans. "He will never betray us as long as we bring him good."

The commonly referred to "Jevoyan child" against the Jevoyans in the West Side means someone who loves freedom and business if you let the Jevoyans say so, but from foreigners it means someone who obsesses over all the money he makes.

"But a sea demon..."

Toe looks up at the sky for a while and becomes silent.

At that time, various emotions were intricately disturbed in his mind.

Confusion, anxiety, disappointment, anger, sadness, hatred.

And to the last remaining emotion by pushing them over, Toe narrows his eyes even thinner like a yarn.

"Well, I've heard some very interesting stories, and it's time for us to go"

When Damia ordered the dwarves she was bringing to clean up, she lifted her toe and let her sit in a wheelchair.

"Which way will you be headed?

To Damia's question, Tutu replied:

"The man who was formerly Holmeer's best general."

And it makes people laugh badly.

"Out of the question, that old man seems to give up."

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Joash was looking back on his earlier meeting with Tutu as he was rocked by the carriage.

When asked why even the freed slaves, including Zoan, follow the "Son of Destruction" all the way, it is not a lie to say that they are attracted to its heterogeneity.

But that wasn't everything either.

I wonder if the presence of Zoan's daughter is so great that Zoan and his slaves are bound together, and Joash is in his chest.

Always refrained by the boy, the daughter of one Zoan.

That fortitude. A height that knows no filth. Even if they are heterogeneous, they are passed down to Hishihishi, such a daughter devoting herself to that boy without any hesitation.

The others are relieved.

You can admit that boy. He said it was a good thing to glorify that boy's power. You can see it as a trait to honor its heterogeneity.

That Zoan's daughter, so to speak, is Taga. Each is a tag that tightens the plates of different shapes and materials so that they do not fall apart, and takes the form of a single bucket.

But what happens when that tag is gone?

If we are to try to crumble the Sons of Destruction, we do not necessarily need to kill the Sons of Destruction themselves.

You just have to get rid of that Zoan girl.

It would be easier than that boy to kill. Because just trying to kill the boy, that girl exposes herself to the assassin's blade as a shield. And if I even eliminate my daughter, they'll break it down in pieces, like a barrel with a tag off.

But I think Joash.

Just as long as the barrel breaks down.

But what if there was a horrible sea demon in that bucket?

Suppose what I thought was a barrel was a cage to keep the sea demon locked up?

How much destruction will a sea demon unleashed from a fragmented barrel bring to the world? How much confusion will it cause?

Joash laughed with a hack and nose at his own imagination that was so ridiculous.

But somehow he shuddered his body slightly in the chills that ran into his spine shortly afterwards.