Hakai no Miko

The declaration of King Walius of Holmea's crusade against the Antichrists ran all over the Holmea country like the wind.

And people everywhere in the corner of the court, in liquor stores and street corners, touched on the subject of anti-Semitic crusades.

The focus of those court sparrows and the city's obscurantists on topics such as when the crusaders would be dispatched, when the rebels would be crusaded, and who the hell would do the best.

As you can see from this, the strange people saw that it was only this time that the rebels would be crusaded by the Holmeer kingdom, which raised its back.

But that's not possible either. However, it is a rebel who occupies a regional city and a Holmeer country called the male of the western region. If done properly, the result was more obvious than seeing fire.

But when you come to the subject, someone will tell you the name of someone.

Then, behold, when people look at their faces as they have spoken, even with poison, they look around to see if there is someone lurking in the shadows of the little things around them, and they dive into their voices and talk to each other so that the wind will not hear them.

About the rebels who fanned the beast race Zoan and the slaves and turned the rebel flag over to Holmeer.

About the invaders who kicked in the crusade troops, dropped the fortress of intransigence, and attacked down a city that could never be attacked.

About that demonic man who even Darius, who was called the best general in Holmea, left.

And about the ever hidden goddess of horrible death and destruction and her son.

He's not here again today, and he's whispering.

"Wouldn't that 'Soma Xaki, Son of Destruction' do something horrible again".

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"Already. I wish you'd leave us alone."

It was Kizaki Aoima, who was so greatly blurred that he was afraid to be called the Son of Destruction.

From modern Japan, five years early after falling into this continent of Cerdeas. He was just a high school student. He was also already twenty years old and growing from a boy to a youth. That body, which could have been described as poor, is now something that even makes you feel slightly dull. But that face left an old shadow strong and made me think of some dreamy boy.

Also, the fact that you still call yourself "me" makes you feel childish. That seemed to bother him, too. A few years ago, at one time, I used to change my name to "I". But in contrast, those around them said, what a subtle expression.

"It sounds to me like a kid with an egg shell on his ass is stretching out."

It is the valve of one who did not read the ambient air alone while everyone uniformly shunned criticism. The Ethereal Horse, secretly hurt by this, said he returned to "me" the way he called it.

"I don't like it. Will it be another fight..."

In the alley (again) he is rumored to be an extremely evil man trying to rule the world or a killer seeking blood and destruction, but the person at the time rather hated such things. When the previous lord said there was a chair of the lord, he purposefully prepared a futon in circular form in the hall and lowered his hips alongside those he had called and gathered, because "I don't like sitting in a chair with only one person in a high position".

Besides, the antagonistic relationship with the Holmeer country is also genuine: if we could, we wanted to develop the city as we could, accumulate the power to overwhelm the Holmeer country, and then win independence without fighting with its authority.

It was Zoan's daughter, a beast race with beautiful chestnut fur, who moaned like that.

"Not at all. I feel sorry for you under my umbilical cord." Isn't battle the best place for a warrior to show honor? "

With that rich breast, Zoan's daughter's name to speak proudly of is Fagle Garguz Shemr. She is a female warrior who makes herself the Son of the God of the Beast and dedicates all of her own to the Ethereal Horse.

"Uh... I'm not a warrior,"

"I know that. What I'm saying is, it's a matter of heart."

Shemr trumps the Ethereal Horse's excuse under a word.

"By and large, I thought you said it too. If we get stronger, we won't be able to ignore Holmea, and one day we'll be fighting," he said.

How long was it disputed as Uzi and feminine, and the Ethereal Horse didn't even make a sound.

"What more do we do about future measures than that?

What broke into the conversation between the two was Zoan, a black-haired man with a knife wound running through his nostrils from his eyebrows to his right cheek.

His name is Fagle Gargus Gallum. As Shemr's brother, he is only the mightiest warrior of the plains, and the mighty chief of all the Zoans of the Sorbiant plains. As for him in such a responsible position, he's not being played (deflected) with his own sister, and I guess he wants you to instruct him to do it quickly.

The Ethereal Horse also becomes a serious face.

"Holmea will only be at a stage where she has identified us as enemies to defeat. Doesn't mean the fight starts right now."

If it is a full-scale battle, it will take time to formulate its plan, mobilize its soldiers, prepare food and weapons, train its recruits, etc. No matter how big Holmeer is, he won't be attacking you any time soon.

But that's the same here.

"Anyway, hurry up and summon the Zoan warriors."

"Then we are sending several warriors who are already confident in their feet to each clan. The sooner the better, they'll be here in a week."

That's what I said, Zoan, the redhead whose left eye was crushed with ugly scars - Kraga Bigana Zug. He is a warrior enough to be hailed alongside Gallum in the plains, but in contrast to Gallum, who drifts a calm style, he is a man who makes himself feel even more beastly and ferocious among Zoan.

However, the impression was backwards and backwards, and the dexterity with which these kinds of handouts were carried out was also very trusting.

One satisfactory nod to Zoog's hands-on arrangements turned his face next to the warrior of the earth's race Dwarf, whose back length was only as good as that of a human child, but whose deep wrinkled engraved face accumulated a dark mustache in a guttering physique like a (sardine).

"Mr. Dvarin asks for the formation of the Dwarf Warriors. You can't give the workshop a break, but you have no ex or kid to lose. Please adjust the area."

Dvarin, Dwarf's warrior chief and skilled craftsman compartmentalizing each workshop, replied only "um" short as a bigoted Dwarf.

The Dwarves under the Ethereal Horse are valuable craftsmen in each workshop at the same time as they are warriors. Nowadays, human beings and others also train craftsmen by using technical manoeuvres, but the core of each workshop is still occupied by Dwarves and others. If we pull them out into battle like that, the productivity of each workshop will be gutted.

It's easy for me to tell you to tweak that, and Dvarin was spilling it inside out.

The Ethereal Horse, who does not know that, goes on to give instructions to another.

"Mr. Pipi. As soon as possible, form a reconnaissance unit and conduct a reconnaissance of the Holmeer country. You will be able to reconnaissance from the sky to Holmeer. - But don't ever force yourself into it. And make sure the reconnaissance is done in pairs."

And with a cheerful voice, I said, "Okay!" Raising his voice was Pipi Tot Gigi, a winged race-harpuan girl with beautiful cobalt blue wings with both arms. But even when it comes to girls, it's just about appearance. Harpuran, who specializes in flight, has a small body and looks like a child from a human point of view. She is also, and still is, a clean adult woman.

"Mr. Marcronis, gather volunteers from Pioneering Village. And please coach and braid that soldier."

Then the pale horse turned his voice to the man of the old man. Marcronis is the name of a man with several sword wounds engraved in his face to tell the story of the war. He was a warring soldier who was an assistant squadron leader in the former National Army of Holmea.

"I got it. Let's do it with Setius."

Citing the name of his own men who were not present here, Marcronis acknowledged.

"What's going on with the military money and the stockpiling of food?

All of a sudden it was the woman who bossed her reddish orange hair who spoke from the Ethereal Horse. She is a woman who wears fine clothing indicating a senior official but feels very wild.

"Ha... yes! As Master Soma instructed, we are not failing to prepare for any battle at any time. Yes!"

Raise your voice to nervousness, this woman's name is Michena. A woman found herself in a pale horse where she was a junior official, and since then has been at the top of the bureaucracy, taking on Bornis' finances in one hand. I am good at doing my job calmly and quietly, but the weakness in sudden events such as being suddenly questioned is flawed in the balls.

"How's the example food arrangement?

Next to Michena, the Ethereal Horse spoke to a young man in a plump shape with red brown hair.

His name is Marco. He is the cook of the Ethereal Horse. More than a few years ago, he shivers the flesh of his even plumper cheeks, and Marco answers in a quiet voice.

"Everybody, I'm making a lot of them. - But I wish you'd tasted it slowly if it was because of you. I was confident in the taste..."

How he seems to blur that when the battle is about to begin, there are no shards of tension that he wanted me to take the time to taste what I cook.

Spilling a bitter laugh at it, Aoi Horse orders Marco to increase production further. Currently, widows and war-affected orphans are being raised for work purposes, but instructions will also be given to hire other workers if necessary. Michena, who was told to help arrange it when it did, dared to shut up when she looked like she was about to cry even though she was just busy.

And then the Ethereal Horse, who tried to speak even more, realizes that his opponent is not there.

"Mr. Eladia, what's wrong with Mr. Jaharngil?

The opponent Asked by the Ethereal Horse as he looked around Kyoro Kyoro and his surroundings is Eladia, the beautiful Elf chief who had refrained behind him. Instead of being the same as five years ago, Eladia replied, clouding with confusion the beauty that even made her think it was getting even more polished.

"That's what I heard, but they went somewhere..."

Then I heard jalajara and countless light metals meet there and earthy footsteps like Shinshin.

Besides, everyone has a laid back face, and only one Ethereal Horse can flatter his face that he is "finally here".

"It's a war! Finally, this is my turn!

When I entered the hall, the excitement was an irrepressible voice, and that's what I said was a race like multiplying a human with a reptile standing on two legs with two melts (about two meters) in length - Dinosaurian.

His name is Jaharngil Hetherm Jarouge. It is the most fierce Tirano species in Dinosaurian and the most powerful warrior under the pale horse.

Jaharn Gill, who hits the floor hard with that tail, still wrapped himself in a battle outfit as he was not attacked by Holmeer Country, with his favorite chained iron sphere in his hand. I guess I came late because I was getting ready for this fight.

"Uh... it's almost time to fight."

Jahangil makes his eyes pat for a while when the Ethereal Horse tells him, feeling sorry for making him expect something.

"... Really?

As usual, the look on Dinosaurian's face is hard to understand, but his tail, which was hitting the floor hard with excitement until earlier, had fallen to the floor without a single force.

"The Holmeer nation has just started planning and preparing to attack us."

"Right. Is the battle still ahead?"

His expression doesn't seem to change, but he seems discouraged from the trick of wrapping iron balls around him with his hands without meaning. The Ethereal Horse, who could no longer resist it, rushes to continue his words as he did, for the most part.

"And we have a problem that needs to be solved in a hurry."

All those who were present at the scene put a question mark on their faces, but the Ethereal Horse rose up without daring to answer it.

"Mr. Solon, over there again?

To the words of the Ethereal Horse, Eladia bows her head small and affirms.

"Send a female officer, shall I call you?

"Uh-huh. - No, I'm coming to see you. I'd like to borrow some wisdom."

The Ethereal Horse, who declines Eladia's offer, walks out. Shemr, who naturally followed behind it, but openly puts an unpleasant look on its face.

"Hey, Soma. What do you want with that fucking grandpa?

As always, Ethereal Horse replied to Shemr, who hates Solon furiously, with a bitter smile.

"First, we have to fix the fire that's still tickling with our asses."