Hakai no Miko

Central Zone of the Sorbiant Plains. The wilderness, where no grass grew, stretched about as close to Lolo, the sanctuary of the Zoans. It is a land that rarely rains during the rainy season. Everywhere, dry red soil can be seen dancing in the wind.

"Is this the place?

In such a land, it was the Dwarf warrior and famous Dwarrin who asked as he made the mavericks with his hands and looked around.

Asked by him is a young dwarf. Even as a Dwarf custom when it comes to being young, he also covers his face with a black beard, and it is difficult to extrapolate that age by appearance from a human being.

"Yes. My fathers tell me it's around here."

To the young Dwarf's answer, Dvarin nodded one satisfactorily.

"Okay. - Guys, split up and look!

Together with that decree, the Dwarves began to flip the stones, rocks, etc. that were there when scattered. And after a while, one of them shouts out.

"Hey! There it is!

At the foot of the dwarf who shouted so, a large stone, turned upside down, was exposing his belly to the ground until then. When the rushed doverlin pays off the stony belly with his bare hands to soil it reveals the shapes carved there.

"Definitely. It's a code used by Dwarf craftsmen."

Dvarin made his companions dig where the stones were. The hole gets dug handily and instantly becomes as deep as the Dwarf's back length. Then a strange hand came through Dwarf's hand, who was waving a swing. As he throws out the bamboo and carefully leaves the soil with his hands, a plank of wood peeks into his face from beneath the soil. When the dwarves drank the spit and retreated it, a hole with a pompous mouth appeared from the bottom.

"Oh! There it is. In the mining trail."

One of the dwarves single-handedly went into that hole with a lit pine light. Dwarf, who came back soiled after a while, offered a hard grip on his right hand toward Dvarin, who had been waiting.

"Lord Dvarin. Look at this guy."

It was a pale yellow and white stone full of soil that was gripped in the hands of its dwarf. Doverlyn stares at it with a shine, then throws it into her mouth to see what she thinks. And I rolled it to taste it in my mouth for a while before spewing it out peppery.

"Definitely. Besides, this is pretty good quality."

To the words of Dvarin, the Dwarves who were around them raise their voice of joy.

"All right. Let's dig it out! Crush well what you dig out, then cook it once, and simmer it in a pan!

Following Dvarin's instructions, the Dwarves, with their twisters and scissors, began to move hastily.

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The Ethereal Horse was contacted when he was in an orphanage for future consultations with Solon.

Recently, the operation of the orphanage has been good. That's a lot to bear with Solon.

That happened when Solon became an orphanage teacher one day, not long ago. Solon, whose face turned bright red with anger, not just alcohol, came yelling at the Lords' residence.

"Kid! Isn't what you're saying different from what you're doing!

He was a pale horse who made his eyes black and white with what was going on, but when he heard about Solon, he became flashy.

Oh, my God, the women who hired them in the orphanage were working the orphans on their own without the knowledge of the Ethereal Horse. Besides, that's all, he said, winding up his salary from the orphans in the name of his caregivers and paying it to his own pocket.

That has happened because there is still no concept of child welfare in this world, and little children have also been valuable workers.

For the people of the city, the orphans are nothing more than the troublemakers of the city. An orphanage that gathered such orphans was mistaken for a place to accommodate such troubled people. On top of that, from the woman employed, all the orphans do is graffiti things like "Arabic Numbers" that they don't know while taking care of their clothing and living from their lord, Aoi Horse.

It is the natural world for children under the age of ten to be placed in the service of merchants and apprenticeships of craftsmen. From such a world of people, it was just too much to wind up wages, but it was only natural to put the orphans to work.

Knowing it, the Ethereal Horse hastily dismissed all the women and, once again, when he re-employed the other women, it was now time that he strictly told them to take care of the orphans.

But that didn't stop Solon's anger.

"The great lord sees it when he doesn't notice things going down. This old man better do it."

You just got so bad, Solon told Ethereal Horse to give you the right to run the orphanage.

That was not a very one-time Bachelor's statement, but the Ethereal Horse, who had just actually failed, had to be given management rights in the form of being pushed off.

But the Ethereal Horse was worried that he was really okay with leaving it to me. But that anxiety will betray you in a good way.

After a while, the situation in the orphanage improved to the point of sight. All that or when the misunderstanding of the orphanage, which was initially thought to be using it as a labor force or collecting children to sell them off as slaves, also disappeared and now even appeared to the orphanages who came to them themselves.

The Ethereal Horse was also surprised by this. When asked what method he had used, Solon replied lightly, as if he had been asked for lunch that day, instead of wearing it.

"Kids see and learn from the adults around them. Then let the surrounding adults be role models first."

Before the orphans, Solon thoroughly beat the newly hired women into complying with the rules. Seeing these adults, the orphans also learned their own rules.

When I heard that, I was impressed enough to have a pale horse. But it is Solon who does not end there.

"With all the tall tree perimeters looking up, it seems to me that Azhu doesn't know that the weeds that grow at its roots support the tree"

The diffusion of new knowledge that Ethereal Horses aspire to and the elimination of prejudice against the Fae were aimed at children who still have flexible thinking. But Solon was distracted by all that and failed to deal with the adults around him.

Shemr was also furious with this saying, but the pale horse, who thought he was right, had to laugh bitterly.

Since then, the Ethereal Horse has begun to consult Solon without any help.

The Ethereal Horse had noticed that his knowledge was biased. Anyway, much of the knowledge of the Ethereal Horse was purchased from comics and light novels. In such works it is written what knowledge the characters used and what results were obtained, but the depiction of the process is often missing.

I have also caused problems from the Ethereal Horse because I am still oblivious to the common sense of this world.

However, in one of these orphanages, Solon made up for the bias in knowledge and lack of common sense of the Ethereal Horse.

The Ethereal Horse, who was aware of his shortcomings, couldn't help but expect so much from Solon.

For some reason, however, Solon went on to consult with the orphanage, but he refused to let go, misspoke, or worse.

Though he is a pale horse who would have liked to have his opinions heard about the city's governance and so on, the roots are a weakly pushed boy. To avoid undermining Solon's mood, the consultations he brings were still limited to orphanages and orphanages.

And what Ethereal Horse was talking about with Solon at this time was also a story of the surge in orphans, which meant that it was time for the orphanage building alone to become narrow.

"The building is an addition. Whoever takes care of the orphans should hire the city ladies, but the problem is they're teachers..."

"I rarely teach a drunken man to an orphan like me."

To a pale horse with a difficult face, Solon laughed Kerakera about what was wrong before continuing his words.

"Well, some orphans swallow amazingly fast. The only way to slow down is to raise them as teachers."

"We'll continue to look for teachers, so please keep Mr. Solon moving forward."

The search for teachers for the orphans had just had a lot of difficulty during Solon's time. I can't find him overnight at last. As Solon says, in parallel with the search for teachers, we will have to select and educate those who have the qualities to replace teachers from now on.

Other than that, he was a pale horse who was meeting with Solon about various things about the future operation of the orphanage, but there came Elf beauty Eladia.

"Dear Soma. Excuse me while I talk to you."

It is rare that Eladia, who is supposed to be at the Lords' residence in preparation for an unintended visitor, deliberately takes a trip to the orphanage. The Ethereal Horse asked Eladia what had happened.

"Lord Doverin wants you to come and see the workshop because the example is complete."

Upon hearing that, the Ethereal Horse jumped up and rejoiced.

"Hontoh?! Finally! Okay! I'll be right there."

Like the delight of the Ethereal Horse, Solon learns to be interested.

"Oh, what? Did something funny happen to you?

"Shut up. It's none of your business!

Shemr, who hates Solon furiously because of what happened the other day, abandoned him awfully, asking Solon out of curiosity. Besides, he was wary that he was going to eat down persistently, but even though Solon messed with him saying, "Take old age out of him," Shemr would clap him out.

The Ethereal Horse rushed to tell the bullying Solon the words of his resignation, and as Eladia jumped on the carriage he came on board, he hurried to the workshop where Doverlin waited.

The workshop where Doverlyn waits is outside the city.

After a carriage through the city gate and going north for a while so as to retrace the river flowing through the center of the city, I saw a forest that was trying to lean against the river. A huge brick-built building that raises white smoke in the woods is Doverlin's workshop.

"Did you finally do it?!"

The Ethereal Horse, who jumped off the carriage when he stopped in front of the workshop, shouted without greeting the Dwarves, who waited with a full grin. Besides being disgusting, the Dwarves show their chests up even better.

"Ouch! I'm sure it will be a great force for Lord Soma!

I felt unwavering pride in Doverlyn's voice saying so.

"Come on, Lord Soma. I'll show you around, so get inside."

The Ethereal Horse, prompted by Dvarin, had just tried to enter the workshop, but Eladia, who was coming with him behind it, stopped.

"Dear Soma, I will wait for you here"

Eladia smiled meaningfully at the Ethereal Horse, who wished she had come with us because she had come this far.

"Let's stay behind the Dwarves before this. The Dwarves won't feel any better if I get in the elves."

If you know the elves and dwarves of this world, what would you think? But to this Eladia thing, Kachin 'Dvarin returned it in a risky tone.

"Ha! Just because they saw the workshop every elf doesn't mean anything!

Besides, the surrounding Dwarves show difficulty, but Dvarin silences them by sipping, "Our secret is not light enough to be stolen just from being seen."

Nothing is more than Dwarf and Elf's certainty that Dvarin is aware of Eladia so far. Because Eladias Elves had recently consolidated the vicinity of the Ethereal Horse as a female officer and had become a force of the Ethereal Horse in visible ways by taking care of itself and dealing with visitors.

In comparison, although Dwarf has contributed by producing numerous tools to date, it was mostly made with a proposal by Ethereal Horse. On top of that, they are letting us spend huge sums of money to set up this workshop.

As a result, Dwarf had been watered down by the elves in his contribution to the Ethereal Horse.

Doverlyn, who had a sense of crisis about those things, had a desire to show Eladia where the Dwarves would do a great deal of good.

Guided by Dvarin, who roughs his nose, the heat slaps the faces of the pale horses stepping into the workshop.

Even though it was time to start hearing General Winter's footsteps, there was enthusiasm in the workshop that it would take mid-summer.

Into the workshop, the first thing that caught my eye was a huge dome-shaped kiln sitting in the center. At the bottom of the kiln was an open fire escape from which incandescent flames peered into his face. When Dwarf craftsmen throw massive amounts of firewood into the fire escape, they pump air with tready footed fuigos that cannot be moved without a few people. Then, the firewood and air-eating flames gain even more momentum and burn.

Burned in its kiln are many lutubos. A number of windows were provided on the sides of the kiln, and the dwarves were putting in and out of metal scissors - lutzvos heated bright red in the conversation.

Inside the rutzvo is a liquid dissolved in drool, and the dwarves quickly drape it into a groove carved into a hot baked plate. Leaving it for a while, it slowly lost heat and solidified, becoming rod-shaped. The dwarves got barbed. Heat it gently in the kiln again, like soft candy, and now wrap it quickly around a piece of clay put on the tip of the metal bars that were ready. wrapped in clay without gaps. It is further heated in a kiln.

"After slowly cooling it down, I scratched out the clay inside and then polished it. This is it."

What Dvarin handed to the Ethereal Horse was a pot the size of a dark green baby's head.

With his hands trembling with anticipation and excitement, the Ethereal Horse observes for the pot.

A smooth surface and unique shine that is distinctly different from the ceramics you normally see. And, above all, the light seemed slightly transparent when seen watered down to the sun.

To the pale horse that sparkled his eyes, Dvarin laughed and showed him.

"That's a pot of glass made in this workshop."