Hakai no Miko

The sound of beating the meat with a stick of wood rang violently.

Sometimes he was struck by surprise. When the Ethereal Horse leaks a small bitter chirp, he sits on the spot.

"Are you okay, Soma?!"

Shemru leaned right next to him, staring at the tyrant as he covered his pale horse with his own body.

"You! What do you mean, Solon?!"

It was Solon who struck the Ethereal Horse with a stick of wood.

Though stared at by the angry Shemr, Solon bears a stick on his shoulder that beats a pale horse with a floating attitude.

It was then that a surprising voice and scream finally arose from all around me.

It is a matter of consternation that Ethereal Horse, the lord of the city, is beaten with a stick by a thug.

But it was the policemen who were more stunned and more serious than the inhabitants of the city.

Even so, the Ethereal Horse is the supreme power of the city. Such as getting beaten up by a thug in front of him, it is a failure that may be beheaded on the grounds of neglect of duty. It is also impossible that they were so shocked that they uniformly paled their faces and could not even scream.

The captain of the policeman who finally returned to me shouts a screaming voice.

"Come on, grab this guy!

Solon drank for the soldiers who tried to move for captivity accordingly.

"There you are!

That was such a big drink that the soldiers accidentally blocked their ears.

"To the military code, it takes! He who wants to harm the people in vain is guilty of a felony! What's wrong with punishing those who have committed that sin!

Marcronis, an assistant squadron leader from the former Holmeer country, who had heard the noise and had rushed to the spot late, disputed it.

"But this boy - no, Master Soma is the lord of the city. You can't judge that man by military rules."

Marcronis' ideas are legitimate in this world.

In this day and age, we are inviolable with those in power. Law is only for those in power to govern their territory efficiently. I had never heard of such a thing as judging a man of that power because he had broken the law. No, even if I heard it, I would spiral laughing "such an idiot".

And neither did the Ethereal Horse, who had heard the exchange, interpret himself as being judged by the military.

But that's not because I consider myself privileged like extraterritoriality. I took it for granted that if I did something wrong myself, I would be punished. But this is not my will, it's an accident that happened because a surprised horse ran wild. I wondered if it would be a good place to take a fried leg to dispose of that strictly in the military.

He was a pale horse who tried to say that back, but as soon as I saw Solon's eyes, the words would be grasped in the back of his throat.

Solon's eyes were surprisingly serious. I can't see the slightest feeling of taking a fried leg or surprise him there as a shard.

Aside from Shemr and Marcronis protesting Solon on their own behalf, who have shut up, the Ethereal Horse thinks jizzy. After a while, the Ethereal Horse, who looked small as he noticed something, hand-stopped Shemru and Marcronis before facing Solon.

"It's so unacceptable to slap me on the stick here."

To the words of the Ethereal Horse, Shemr and Marcronis nod naturally and vice versa, the colour of discouragement and contempt floats on Solon's face. But it was also until the next word of the Ethereal Horse.

"It should have been stipulated that cutting on the spot was an urgent case, such as a time of war. - Come on, let's do it on the execution bench in the square."

To the grinning Ethereal Horse, Solon said, "Oh ho!" and leaked an exclamation. And then he laughs at his tease and slaps himself on the forehead with a pimple.

"Here we are. Sure, I got ahead of myself. As Master Soma said. We had to do it on the execution bench in the square."

"Well, shall we go?"

So they laughed and walked out to the square in a light foothold.

Shemru and Marcronis, often taken aback, rush after them as they walked away with the ease of going for a walk, chatting.

"Hey, wait, Soma! Are you sure you want to get a stick slap?!"

Yes. If Shemr asks, Marcronis follows suit.

"I've never even heard of a lord being sentenced to a stick slap, etc. Your lord's majesty will be compromised."

But no matter how the two of them put their words to rest, the Ethereal Horse stuck out, "That's my law," and next to it, Solon just said, "Best of you."

To the two of you who can still say when you get to the executioner's table in the square, Aoima told you to wait on the spot. Besides, Shemr was very uncomfortable, but if the mouth of the Ethereal Horse tells me that he will order me to be "you under the umbilical," I have no choice but to obey it.

So the Ethereal Horse stood on the execution bench, alone with Solon.

Originally designed to show the execution of sinners, the executing table is made high so that it can also be seen from the edge of the square. Standing there and looking around, I could see the square.

The square of the city of Bornis, where the development takes place, is usually visible to quite a few people. But there was already widespread talk that the Ethereal Horse could be sentenced to a stick slapping sentence, and people in the square trying at first sight to see if that was true, and it was always a shame.

First, the proclaimer reads out the guilty plea, then executes the sentence, but the abruptly summoned proclaimer cannot say that the lord, Ethereal Horse, is guilty, just lets his mouth open and close, and never tries to read out the guilty plea. Solon, who boiled his business to it, kicked the useless announcer off the execution bench and raised his voice instead.

"This man, with his horseshoe, had just stepped on the brink of killing an innocent people, and caused his property to be damaged. It is in the will of this man that his sins are heavy and unforgivable. Therefore, I will give this man twenty sentences for slapping a stick!

When Solon finished reading the announcement, the Ethereal Horse was stripped of her jacket and left naked in her upper body. And then they bite the round cloth, and then they crawl up on the execution bench.

And the executioner, summoned as quickly as the declarant, stood beside him with a stick.

But the executioner also gets butted in again. As I have said many times, the Ethereal Horse is the supreme power of this city. In a world where it is only natural to be punished as a crime of disrespect for saying bad things about a powerful person, it is not something that can be done very well, such as slapping that person with a stick.

"Yeah, no guts! Give me the stick! I'll do it!

Solon takes the stick from the executioner's hand, even though he is unlikely to execute his sentence at all times. And when I stood beside a bellycrawling Ethereal Horse, spitting on both hands and gripping the stick, I shook it wide open.

A low whisper rises in the square.

And at the next moment, the sound of pounding meat violently echoed into the square.

A voiceless scream leaks from the mouth of a pale horse who was made to bite the cloth.

Though that's the old man's arm, he was slapped full of strength with a wooden stick. It is more painful than the Ethereal Horse thought. China and other records show that many of those sentenced to 300 or five hundred beatings died unbearably, so it was a harsher punishment than I thought.

And out of the crowd watching this, screaming.

Neither did the crowd think, at the bottom of their hearts, that the pale horse would indeed be sentenced to a stick slapping sentence. The executioner hesitated and Solon bought a replacement and it would also be as muscular anyway. He thought that the weak old man would beat him lightly to the point of his apologies and end him.

But the sound of beating the meat that resonated in the square wasn't like that.

It is also impossible that everyone doubted their ears and became too suddenly self-absorbed in amazement.

As that consternation falls out and we understand what is happening in front of us, the colour of fear floats in people's faces.

The lord was slapped with a stick.

Of course the solons that beat them, the people who thought they were as good as the ones who watched them, run out of the square like they scattered spider children. The executioner sat out of his hips on the spot, and the figure of the announcer kicked off the execution bench had disappeared at some point.

"That's a lid!

But when Solon relentlessly shakes the stick up again, he hits the Ethereal Horse hard in the back.

Gallum rushed to hear it depended on what happened as he was late there.

As I heard, I am taken aback for a moment by the sight of the Ethereal Horse being slapped with a stick by Solon on the execution bench. But when he returned to me immediately, he rushed to look for Shemr.

I don't really think Sheml, who loves the Ethereal Horse so much as "you under the umbilical", can keep his mouth shut when he sees this. I had to find and catch my sister before she could do anything.

Shemr's figure at the base of the execution bench was quickly found. But when he sees what it looks like, Garam learns that his concerns were on the line.

Shemru stood his whole body against anger, staring at the executioner with his murderous and burning eyes. It bites its sharp fangs all smashed and scattered, and bright red blood overflowing from the palms of its own claws pierced from its firmly gripped fists.

Exactly, it was on the verge of explosion.

This is not good.

Understanding that Shemr's limit of patience is close to that appearance, Garam tries to run over to his sister.

But it was too late.

When the stick slap counts ten, Shemr, who finally reaches the limit of patience, shouts as he turns his throat aloud.

"Kill! I'll rip you to pieces and kill you!!"

With tremendous anger, Shemru ran out with his hands on a mountain knife on his hips.

Gallum cools the liver. Shemr has completely forgotten me with anger. If we don't stop now, we'll really tear Solon apart.

But even to stop, Shemr had already tried to put his foot on the stairs of the execution bench. In a few moments, Shemr will run up the stairs and reach the top of the execution bench.

I no longer thought I would make it, but still Garam ran out.

but is.

Suddenly, Shemr fell.

When he tried to put his foot on the stairs of the execution bench, he suddenly rolled to the ground, whether he had even stumbled on something. Even in order not to let go of this unexpected good fortune, Garam ran desperately to catch up with Shemr.

I tried to hold Shemr in as it was, but there Garam notices an anomaly.

Shemr, who thought he was going to jump right up, won't ever get up on the ground full of jitter. He is still just moving his hands and feet unnecessarily in front of the gallum, as if he had drowned in water.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you, Solon!!"

Gallum wondered what he was kidding. But on the ground Shemr continues to scream in angry shapes. It doesn't look like you're kidding me at all.

But in that voice, Gallum hears the sound of faint agony, he realizes all the more.

"Calm down, you idiot!

Garam screams, holding down Shemr by making sure he was covered.

"So, you're a grace?! You're in pain on top of your body not moving! Wouldn't you?!"

Gallum's guess had been met.

The grace of Shemr, the Son of God of the Beast, is that he will not be able to do what he takes in his pride, while at the same time causing disaster to those who defile his pride.

And now it is precisely by his own grace that Shemr was spared the severe pain of being deprived of his physical freedom and blamed for undermining his pride.

But no matter how much Gallum yells, it won't reach Shemr's ear. I even kept screaming for the killing intent on Solon and Soma's name.

"If grace is working, you know it too! That if I interrupt that, it will ruin your 'you under the umbilical' soma's readiness! That's against your pride!

Gallam decides not to reach Shemr when he says it on top of the other side. I turned that thick arm around Shemr's neck to tighten the carotid artery. Besides, Shemr stuck his nails out and resisted, but after a while he lost his mind and his strength fell out of his body.

"... this idiot"

Towards his unconscious sister, Garam groaned with sadness.

Then, even on the execution bench, just after the twentieth beating of the stick.

Even though it was only twenty times, it seemed easy for the old body to wield the stick at all costs, and Solon was breathing roughly.

And it seems even worse when it comes to the pale horse who was slapped with the stick. Bruises like red earthworm tumor (Mizuba) appeared on the back that had been stripped off, and in some cases, internal bleeding caused early red and black marks (and later). Have you run out of strength and strength anymore, you're just gasping (ah) for burning back pain, and there's no sign of even trying to get up.

"Look, can't you just stand up!

Solon rushed the executioner, who was sitting out of his hips, forcing him to stand up the Ethereal Horse and expose his back to the crowd that was still in the square.

The crowd, who did get slapped with a stick, but still suspected there might have been some manipulation, is breathtaking about it.

"Look at that! The military code was respected correctly! All right, everybody! Anyone who disrupts the law, the military statute, is punished, even if it is Master Soma! Order your liver to do this!

The great drink of Solon was inscribed in the hearts of many who were in the square.