Hakai no Miko

"Uh-huh! Is that a big country? This makes me laugh!

So loud a laugh was Solon, who had a little drink of the liquor that Eladia had given him back by the way of the Ethereal Horse. Its face is dyed red with alcohol, and Lu has not turned slightly. It is obvious that he is occasionally drunk.

"Look, kid. The country is supported by three pillars"

"Is that three pillars?

But somehow the Ethereal Horse is pressured by the words of that just a drunken old man.

Before such a pale horse's face, Solon stuck out his right hand with only one index finger up.

"Goodbye. First, the first pillar is the pillar of 'wealth'. This shows not only the power of gold and silver treasures, but the power of all things, including productivity. Even though it's a good idea, it can't be achieved without money. Whether you're a good strong man or not, you can't fight without food." Wealth is the first pillar. "

Solon then puts up his middle finger.

"The second pillar is the pillar of 'Wu'. This, that is, indicates force itself. Even if there are pillars of 'wealth', they will only be eaten by another country without 'martial arts'. Also," Wu "is the first time it is made with" wealth ". This first and second pillars will therefore be essential for the country. With these two pillars, however, the country will be made. But we cannot lack a third pillar if we are to aspire to a true power. That's not enough for a kid today."

"So what's that third pillar?

On an unexpectedly glaring Ethereal Horse, Solon put up a third pharmacopoeia finger.

"It's a pillar of faith."

I still don't know what that word means, but somehow it sounded mighty on the chest of the Ethereal Horse.

Next to a pale horse that gets half fuzzy, Shemru eats to the solon.

"Don't be ridiculous if you don't believe me! I believe in Soma! Zoan's warriors also acknowledge the power of Soma!

"It's just personal trust with my little girls and Zoan."

Solon trumps Shemr's rebuttal to pieces.

"A 'letter' is a bond between a nation and a people. Whether it is" faith "or" wealth ", man will covet it, and it will also be a spark of contention. Whether" Wu "or" Wu ", he becomes barbaric and weakens his power, making enemies to the disciples (mischief). As with pots and incense furnace feet, it is not stable even if only two bottles can make them stand. It's the first time you've had stability in three bottles."

"So how do I get that 'letter' pillar?

To the question of the Ethereal Horse, Solon answers concisely.

"The law."

Um, in return, "The law?," Solon continued his words with one nod to the murmuring Ethereal Horse.

"The king manifests righteousness by law and reveals the reward and punishment. By being shown righteousness, the people know the direction to be taken. If the people know that the reward will be rightly given, they will proceed and keep the law.

Well, you may have struck a great deal of a land where all races can live equally. But yes, I just shouted out loud, and I didn't do anything. Look at the city! You think the Fae can live on equal footing? Ha! This is just to say we're together. "

Solon's words hurt exactly in the ears of a pale horse.

At present, the laws of the city of Bornis only use those of the Holmeer country as they are. When it becomes a non-human race, it is the truth that it is left to the sole discretion of those who represent each.

"I have to make a new law."

"No matter. But it doesn't make sense just to make it. If you really want to get the 'faith' pillar..."

That's all I said, Solon says.

…… If you're going to get it, what are you going to do?

Suddenly, the Ethereal Horse asked Solon, who interrupted the words, with a surprised face. Then, Solon can swim his eyes somehow.

"Oh, no... that. Look, I'm not taking it seriously! It's just drunken bullshit (shit), then bullshit. Ha ha! You swallowed too much. This is rude, rude."

Until then, it was like a disturbance that I didn't think I would have told Aoima with fortitude.

After that, Solon never tried to mislead the story and tell it, even though the Ethereal Horse asked me to go on and on. All that, or did you pioneer to the pale horse who persistently asks, when you walked away that day as if you were running away, after that day you stopped showing your face in the Lords' residence.

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"Ooh, Grandpa. You seem in a bad mood lately."

That's what my familiar liquor store husband said to Solon, who bought liquor at the liquor store.

"Oh? I'm no different."

Even if they say it with a face that still seems tongue-piercing, the words have no persuasion whatsoever. said the master of the bitter liquor store, scratching his head.

"You used to buy cheap liquor all the time that you could get drunk. You know, I've been buying good liquor for a while, but you looked good, didn't you, Grandpa?

If you ask me, the liquor I was definitely buying could have changed. But that would have only made me better off being an orphanage teacher and able to drink good liquor.

"Lately, I started buying alcohol again, and I was wondering if I was in a bad mood."

Solon drops his eyes on the liquor pot in his hand. Sure this is cheap liquor that can buy quantity but poor quality. Solon snorts.

"Have liquor stores started selling alcohol these days to moderation instead of booze?

Solon's spicy tone makes the liquor store's master look troubled. I guess he was kind enough to tell me that Solon, irritated by himself, who could only return it with such an attitude, turned his heel back when he rang his nose.

The boulevard of the city of Bornis, which is celebrated at dusk, is full of people.

Initially when the Ethereal Horses occupied the city, they also lost sight of people, but more recently than ever before there were more people in the city. The vast majority of those who have recently gathered in the city are men who dream of winning a thousand dollars in the battle against the Holmeer nation, which will occur and the whores and merchants who try to do business with them.

The city of Bornis had never been more vibrant by those people.

"The mountain rivers are vast and endless in the clouds and seas. But no one knows the great ambition in this breast..."

With a tiny sip of the booze he had just bought in it, Solon was walking on a thousand feet singing impromptu poems.

On the back of such a solon, a voice is accidentally uttered.

"Excuse me, isn't that Lord Aurelius?

Solon's drunkenness awakens in an instant to a name that evokes memories of a bitter past. Looking back over his shoulder, it was Robnas, a Romanian general dressed as a traveller, there.

Solon smalls his tongue.

Previously, he was stuck at home while visiting the city, so as not to face Robnas, whom he visited from time to time to explore the city's trends. However, it is an encounter that occurred recently, because of the fact that he had avoided the Lords' residence, without knowing that Robnas was visiting.

"You're wrong. I'm just a deserter who swallowed me."

When he said so, Solon ignored the voice Robnas would call to rest and got lost in the mess early enough.

One of my squire speaks to Robnas, who has been watching Solon run away for a while.

"Do you know that old man?

"Oh. - That must be Lord Aurelius"

His hair, which was burnt brown, also turned bright white, and his body seemed small around, but his face coincided with that in Robnas' memory.

"There's no reason you don't know. Thirty years ago. He was distracted because he spoke strongly to His Majesty. I didn't know it was going to flow like this..."

Emotionally, Robnas said so.

On the other hand, Solon, fleeing the scene, finally slowed down his walking speed after making sure Robnas wasn't coming after him. Then put your mouth on the liquor pot to quench your thirst.

"The booze is getting worse..."

Until earlier, the liquor was good, but it felt like bitter water. I've already blown my comfortable drunkenness.

Because they asked me the name I forgot about that and this.

As Robnas thought, this old man named Solon used to serve the Romanian state under the name Aurelius Erbazizo.

Moreover, the El Basizo family is a minister of ancient ginseng since the time of the Romanian founding king and one of the most famous Romanian countries to date to have produced numerous prime ministers and ministers. Solon himself, who was its master-in-law, was in such a way as to learn alongside his desk with Dordea, now king of Romanian, that he was slowly told that he would contribute to the Romanian nation by becoming minister in charge of the country's high office and even by becoming prime minister.

However, since the death of the father king and the reign of Dordea in the Romanian king, the relationship between the two, which was not an exaggeration, has come to rise.

That was due to the ambition that sprouted within King Dordea.

The two countries of Holmea and Romanian, to be hailed alongside the two males of the western part of the continent, have a time when they were once one great power. For this reason, many kings in the history of both countries were seized by the ambition (yamai) of swallowing the other country by force and rebuilding the ancient powers. And King Dordea's ambition also fell on him.

At the time, as a man in his thirties, he was young enough that the fat had just begun to ride, and King Dordea, who was bloody, recruited soldiers, polished his weapons, and began to prepare to invade Holmea gradually.

Solon, in contrast, first firmly consolidated the border with the Holmeer State, and then calmed the small nations around him with authority and virtue, so as to reassure the people, feed the soldiers, enhance the national power and then conquer the Holmeer State.

However, with Solon's measures, we do not know when we will be able to calm down the Holmeer country. At any rate, King Dordea, who wanted to make a fortune during his reign, bounced off Solon's advice and led his own army into the Holmeer kingdom.

And it was Darius, known as that Holmeer's best general, who stood before him.

King Dordea will suffer a great defeat before General Darius, who was waiting in an all-out manner.

All that. When General Darius immediately retrieved the soldiers to the west, he went straight into the Sorbiant Plains. And it was crusading Zoan, which was an obstacle to the development of the plains, that brought vast tracts of pioneering land to the Holmeer nation.

The Romanian nation, which had lost many generals due to the great defeat ahead, could only look at it with its fingers crossed. It is precisely a matter of hatred for the Romanian State.

And even for Solon, this great defeat was one that brought deep sorrow. Only one son who was in service died in battle, and all that or his young wife died soon from grief.

But King Dordea tried to confuse his own failures, despite such great defeats. Even then, the outing was not aimed at the domination of the Holmeer country, and when it was made public as if it had been aimed at overthrowing the arrogance of his country, it held a feast of great victory.

As King Dordea, who has no time on the throne, I guess he also had concerns that he could shake his own authority if he admitted to his defection.

But at last, Solon's indulgence was broken.

Solon came to the feast where everyone dressed brightly to emphasize the victory, dressed in dusty clothes, and turned his face bright red with alcohol. All that, he gave King Dordea's defeat in front of the generals in line, and he rebelled hard.

King Dordea also raged at this.

But snapping Solon's neck on the spot is tantamount to acknowledging the claim. Solon was also considered disturbed by the loss of his sons, and he was dismissed from his post as a minister.

Soon afterwards, Solon "had alcohol poisoning turned on his head," returning all his territory and house layers to King Dordea. And after playing a drunken madness in the king's capital, he ran away from the Romanian state some time later. All was to escape the retribution of King Dordea.

Solon, who remembers such a bitter past, spits it as if it were to come out of his mouth. But a bitter past is not something that disappears by then.

"Dordea's an idiot......!

I remember the face of a man who used to call me a friend, and Solon threw up and threw it away.

"Stick to the throne even when you're old. You want to kill soldiers, torment the people, and still engrave your own name in history...!

I understand that Solon and Romanian and Holmea are relationships that one day will have to decide between a female and a male. But if you try to defeat your opponent with a soldier horse in the dark cloud, the soldiers and the people will only be harmed for no reason.

King Dordea and in his youth, he was a young man seriously worried about his country. Once it gained its throne, it became intoxicated and insane by the mighty power it brought.

Compared to that, and Solon thinks of the face of a pale horse.

To be clear, immaturity is a good place as a ruler. Besides, there are some weird things that you know strange, but you don't know very obvious things. That must be the kind of fool who looks up at the sky and walks and stumbles on the pebble at his feet and gets hurt badly.

But he knows his immaturity. That's why I humbly take and try to learn from even just drunken old rumblings.

"You dordea. Don't call that kid an apprentice."

After throwing it away, Solon realizes.

"No, no, the same goes for the kid. I'm sure it's up to people to change if they take greater power. He's always the same as the powerful. I'll never be associated with them again!

If I didn't say so, I felt like my heart would shake.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Alcohol. If you get drunk, there's nothing in this world."

Swallow alcohol to escape the frustration within you. But for some reason, I can't get drunk no matter how much I swallow. In an instant, I almost swallowed up the liquor I had just bought.

This is not enough.

Return to buy booze ready to take care of Robnas face-to-face, or will you endure with the rest of the booze tonight?

In Solon's eyes, worried about what is going on, the figure of the Lord's residence floating in the sunset remains.

"Hmm...... If you were a kid, you'd have a better drink. Let's just say it's going to take a while."

And he walked away with a flutter and a thousand feet toward the lord's residence.

The Lords' residence is not raising a bouncing bridge just to prepare for an emergency preaching and to place soldiers of security even at night. Solon flirts across the bouncing bridge. Who gets hit by guards on the way through, but says, "I'm not me, I'm not me" and walks through. I would have to ask why I stopped calling and visited, etc., but for once I have been treated as a master of Ethereal Horses, so the guards cannot leave strongly either. Instead, I had to keep an eye on one soldier in the name of guidance and not let him imitate it funny.

"Dear Soma. Lord Solon is here."

At that time, Soma was about to go to her desk in the office.

"Mr. Solon. What's the matter, sir?

"I'm free. I'm here to see you."

Shemr, who was practicing his letters next to a pale horse, looks up at Solon laughing at his heels and looks grumpy.

"Soma is busy right now. If you're here to see me, go home, go home."

But neither the thorn of the word reaches blocked by the thickness of the skin on the face of Solon.

"Whoa, are you busy? Then, see, I'll be quiet here. Never mind, never mind."

And before I get an understanding, I sit down in the corner of the room and try to drink at my discretion. But swinging the liquor bottle upside down only makes Shizuku drool.

"What have you done with this? Hey, I'm in trouble. I'm in trouble."

Shemr said in a spicy tone to Solon, who purposely called him troubled.

"If it's water, there's plenty of it in there. Drink as much as you like."

"Ooh. I told such an old man to drink raw water. What a cold guy."

Pretending to be a pathetic old man, Solon even begins to lie and cry.

"Sheml. Bring Mr. Solon some alcohol."

That's what the Ethereal Horse said, watching the two exchanges bitterly. Besides, Shemr looks sinister, but he can't help but tell the Ethereal Horse. When I left the room in such a way as to reluctantly, I came back a while later with one bottle of alcohol.

"I'll give you this, so stay out of Soma's way and be quiet"

"Oh, I'm sorry about this."

Solon, who broke up and received a liquor bottle, mouths quickly. But I immediately glanced at him. What Shemr brought was the worst quality liquor we have here. Besides, it seemed to be in poor preservation, and I even feel the sourness that I was about to get vinegar.

To the face solon, Shemru goes back to practicing his writing with a strange face, sniffing his nose as small as he would say, "All right."

No. Rika is better, and Solon swallows the liquor little by little. But after a while, you got tired of swallowing one silently, calling out to the Ethereal Horse, who was writing something so hard to his desk.

"Hey, kid. What are you going to do?

Answering Solon's question often wondered if it was a good one, then said the Ethereal Horse.

"I'm thinking about making a law."

Solon was impressed. Apparently, he's taking this drunken word for real and trying to develop the law.

Solon, interested, peered into the paper at hand of the Ethereal Horse when he stood up.

"What is this letter?

"Oh. This is my country's letter."

It is also natural that Solon could not be read. Because the letters in this world cannot be written, Aoima wrote them in Japanese.

"Isn't this something you can read? Kid, read it out."

The Ethereal Horse single-handedly stops Shemur, angry at that transgressive attitude, from stripping his fangs and trying to intimidate him. Then I smiled bitterly at Solon and showed him.

"But this isn't the stage where people can hear it yet."

Now the Ethereal Horse writes is only like a draft.

Even the Ethereal Horse, with modern Japanese knowledge, is a gatekeeper when it comes to the law. Besides, when it comes to the law, the Ethereal Horse comes to mind, such as separation of powers and democracy, but no matter how suddenly you strike it out, it doesn't seem very acceptable to the people of this world.

Therefore, based on existing Holmea laws, it was intended to scrape the text from which to protect the rights of royal marquis nobles, abolish syndicates that punish even marginals such as the families of criminals, guarantee the freedom of movement and commerce of peasants, and create something that added elements of modern Japanese law.

But that alone was harder than I expected. I don't know anyone familiar with such laws, even if I want to talk to someone. Not to mention it is alone in this world to know the elements of modern Japan that are about to be added to existing laws. Instead, the Ethereal Horse had to do it alone.

"A lot. I don't care if it decreases."

But when he says he's having such a hard time, Solon tells him to look light.

"Well, from the beginning..."

The law of most nations begins with the King's right to say that the King is God's given control of his land and that he is sacred and inviolable. But the first thing the Ethereal Horse listed was the exact opposite of it.

"'The kingdom is not for the king, it is not for the officials, it is not for the generals, it is not for the soldiers, it is just for the people'"

Solon used to listen to it.

Then, when you grab the cup that you poured the liquor into, you pour it all at once.

"Pfft! It's good!

How good the liquor was, Solon grins at the full face.

"That's quite an interesting law. I think I'm good."

The Ethereal Horse, worried about whether his senses, which were modern Japanese, could be accepted by man in this world by fulfillment, stroked down his ho breasts with the ink of a solon.

"So what about the next sentence?

The Ethereal Horse further reads out the method he thought. Solon then nodded at it one by one and occasionally began to pinch his opinion.

"Hmm. Isn't that better this way?

"I see. - So, what's this?

"Uh-huh. I know what you mean, but this is hard to understand. How about this?

"But isn't that strange?

"So how about this?

The two then face each other from the front and begin to bump their opinions together.

"Though this military statute. Whoever wants to kill the people is guilty of death. Whoever wants to hurt or steal from the people is guilty of a felony. Anyone who wants to threaten you is a misdemeanor. Isn't it harsh that they all go to jail promptly?

"In an emergency, such as a battlefield, even if it's not a prison, admitting punishment on the spot can be problematic."

"No, I was wondering if the punishment itself was a little harsh..."

"This, no wonder! What's so tough about it? So don't tell me the kid's sweet!

The two incandescent arguments continued late that night.

Then, for a while, he said, there was the figure of a Ethereal Horse and a Solon poking their foreheads in the office every night.