Hakai no Miko

The day after returning from bandit exorcism. As early as possible, Aoima was to be called to a meeting of ten members, taking the form of an introduction to Menahem.

I was invited to the meeting so early because Menahem invited the Ethereal Horse in the form of a somewhat forceful ride to the meeting that was to be held just on this day in a separate matter from the Ethereal Horse. This action by Menahem, knowing that he would invite backlash from the other ten Commissioners, was a consideration for the Ethereal Horse, who wasted no time on the unplanned event of bandit exorcism.

Of course, at the same time, there is an arithmetic of being able to sell favors to the Ethereal Horse, but as an Ethereal Horse that cannot afford as much until the Holmeer Nation invades, it is a wish or a fulfillment.

Souma Ethereal Horse, dressed in a slightly more flashy costume than usual and prepared a souvenir for the Committee of Ten, boarded a carriage prepared by the Shapiro Chamber of Commerce and headed to the merchant guild's public house in the heart of the city.

The merchant guild's mansion is an old building that originally remodeled what was the house of a barter dealing with traders and sailors. The exterior of the building is modest with some consideration for Jeboa's royal palace, but if you step inside, that's just the hall of the Merchant Guild, which dominates the economy of the West Side. The aisle, which was laid with a long rug with hairy feet, was decorated with paintings and sculptures that were also visible to the amateur, overwhelming the Ethereal Horses. So much so that the Zoan warriors who brought him accidentally slapped their bodies, and paid for their hair loss, and then stepped into their feet.

"Please wait here"

It was during the refrain in front of the Great Hall, where the meeting of the ten members is now held, that the servant was guided. Now that a visitor was visiting in a separate matter, the Ethereal Horse, told to wait here until it was over, tried to sit back in the chair that had been provided.

It is then.

I heard something like people's anger coming from somewhere.

"Shemr. Did you hear that now?

"Hmm? Oh. - You sound like a woman's voice. It sounds like you're hearing it from beyond that door."

What Shemr showed as he moved his ears piquely to the question of the Ethereal Horse is exactly the door to the Great Hall where a meeting is now taking place with another visitor.

When the Ethereal Horse had his neck clenched, he suddenly opened it so that the door could be bounced.

"Enough! I'll let you go!

Coming out of the door with that anger were two human slave men, and one woman in a barrel shaped like a cobble, which they were given between two bars with lifts, lined up back and forth.

The pale horse was so surprised at the woman's appearance.

The age is roughly around twenty. She is a woman with long silver hair in a single bottle at the back of her head and a strong temper. Although it is still the chilly season of early spring, the woman adorns her body with thin chains of gold and silver, she only wears a band to the extent that it covers her thin breasts and a thin cloth that lightly covers the area around her waist.

That's all there is in the bucket, and the woman shrugs the water from time to time and sprinkles it on her body.

But that's not what surprised the Ethereal Horse.

It was from the waist of a woman soaking in water stretched out in a bucket that she was shaped like a dolphin or a tail of chachi.

"Merman......?

It was the first sea species Marman to be seen by the Ethereal Horse.

A Merman woman realizing the leaked whine of the Ethereal Horse turns her face towards the Ethereal Horse.

"Who are you?

In a sudden filling tone, the originally mindless Ethereal Horse is distracted and stuck in words. The woman smashed her tongue.

"Isn't it rude to watch Girosilo and people like that?

The Ethereal Horse rushes to apologize to the voice of the woman in danger.

"Excuse me. It was the first time I saw Marman."

But that doesn't stop the belly worm the woman who was concerned. I tried to open my mouth to say something more. But when Shemr came forward to cover the Ethereal Horse, he looked small at his appearance and stared at him often.

Then, Shemr snorted huffily and small.

"Yeah. Wasn't it rude to watch Girosilo and people?

To the woman staring at herself, Shemr returned her earlier words only in retribution. Then, the woman becomes a facetious face, but soon leaks a small laugh.

"It was certainly my disrespect. Let's apologize."

Even though the woman's attitude softened, the pale horse stroked her breasts down in a ho.

"No, I did better than hit him first."

"It's natural to be blinded by the Fae you see for the first time. It's a little irritating. It doesn't matter. I was rude when I hit you."

After pressing each other for a while to ask them that they are the ones who are not, Aoima suggests.

"So why don't we just call each other?

Even though this one was unilaterally scattered, there was no denial from the woman to the Ethereal Horse indicating the measure of making each other rather than ringing nonsense to it.

"Right. Let's say we're each other."

Where the woman agreed, the servant of the public hall invited the Ethereal Horse to the Great Hall. She rendezvous with herself, then escorts the pale horse to the Great Hall, and then the woman nods her slave and leaves the public hall.

She was a woman who went out of the public hall in a different way than the Ethereal Horse, but when she accidentally frowned, she called out to the slaves with the

"You think you're a human man who can follow Zoan who's not a slave...? - No way."

When the woman called to the lady with the luggage, she slapped her ear. Then the dwarf nods one and then goes back inside the public hall on a small run. The dwarf, who came back after a while to let his breath bounce, reported to the woman.

"Your husband was right to deduce. That's the rumor."

To the words of the dwarf, the woman recounts the public house she has just come out of, leaking a voice of surprise.

"That's the Son of Destruction, Soma Kisaki!

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It was ten pairs of sharp eyes that welcomed the Ethereal Horse into the Great Hall.

And while pretending to be calm, the Ethereal Horse takes a small breath.

Arranged on a large round table placed in the center of the Great Hall are all men who seem to have both one and two habits. More than half of them were luxuries who came to Menahem's mansion. And some of them were that Jacob figure. But when he meets the pale horse, he panics and lays down his face.

Until then, the appearance of Jacob, who had taken the initiative and raised his voice of condemnation against the Ethereal Horse, laying down his face so that he could shrink his fat body small and not gaze at anyone leaked laughter and coldness from among the ten Commissioners. That seems to be noticed by the person in question as well, and Jacob was shuddering with a pull at humiliation.

"Before I say hello, I want to give you all a souvenir first"

With the words of the Ethereal Horse, the Zoans, with souvenirs in their hands, come forward.

Firstly, in front of the ten Commissioners, it is one large plate that has been placed more and more. Of course, it's not just a big plate. It is a large plate of glass handled by a Dwarf glassmaker. This is the only dish that will keep ten pieces of gold light.

When there the Zoans turn the bag about the head of a man upside down, a small grain or dried leaf is served on a large plate, making a noise.

Surprising colors float in the faces of the ten members of the committee.

The unique odor that drifts around is undoubtedly Zoan's spices.

The ten-member commissioners are also spices that change the color of their eyes, but for the Zoans it's just something they deal with on a daily basis. The treatment will be very varied. Grains of spices that are often emptied on a large plate pop out of the plate, but the Zoans don't even care.

In addition, a bottle with brown liquid next to its large plate was arranged more and more. It was served alongside Zoan's spices. It is clear that this is not just liquor etc. Perhaps the golden liquor - yup suki - that is said to be having a hard time getting even that Joash.

Besides, the sound of drinking solitary spit, which no one knew belonged to, was heard slightly louder.

The ten Commissioners here are all the luxuries representing Jeboa. Now it's easy to serve just the same sand gold as the spices served in front of you and pile up gold coins the same height as whiskey.

However, these preferences can be more than gold or silver as a major weapon in various forums for consultation and negotiation. One way to use it is to have more effect than it's worth.

And treat such a precious item as if the Zoans were no big deal. It sounds like a little hate, but I can't help but feel the richness and relaxation that the Son of Destruction has.

"Again, let me introduce you"

After ascertaining the reaction of the other ten Commissioners, Menahem opened his mouth.

"I will be king of all the Zoans of the Plains of Sorbiant and revealed to you as lord of the city of Bornis today, Master Soma Kisaki. - Anyway, the name" Son of Destruction "would be more famous."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Aoima Kizaki."

The Ethereal Horse, who makes his voice feel confident, was secretly convinced of the success of the negotiations.

In addition to exorcising the bandits who had tormented Jeboa's guild of merchants, he showed them that if they formed a friendship with themselves, they could trade these glass vessels, spices, etc. If you are a businessman who is sensitive to your interests, there is no way that you will not enter into friendship with yourself.

Of the three Jacobs, Cornelius and Judas, who had made their opposite positions clear to it, Jacob, who was its vanguard, was seized of the fact that there was a bandit insider in his body, thus a situation in which he had to draw his sword. I'm still afraid of the eyes of the Ethereal Horse and I'm getting smaller.

This would obtain the majority approval necessary to conclude the Treaty of Friendship between Bornis and Jeboa.

Yes, the Ethereal Horse was thinking.

And only Cornelius and Judah opposed the signing of the Treaty of Friendship, as that pale horse had expected.

However, only Menahem and old Kaiafa agreed. All six other people voted to abstain and, in the end, the signing of the Treaty of Friendship between Bornis and Jeboa was vetoed.

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"Damn, they're unknowns, brother-in-law and gracious!

Returning from the meeting to Menahem's mansion, Shemr first raved his voice in such a way that he was angry.

It's like being paid the hand of a pale horse to enter into a treaty of friendship even though he even exterminated the bandits because of it. It's something that makes me want to complain even if it's not Shemr.

"But I guess I could at least save you from buying the wheat beating"

So that he could deceive the angry Shemr, the Ethereal Horse said in a bright tone.

The Treaty of Friendship could not be concluded, but the proposal made by Old Caiafa to abolish the buying and beating of wheat in Bornis, which had been carried out until now, was passed by a favourable majority.

But the Ethereal Horse was also bothering his head about buying beats of wheat, but the only thing that was negative was zero because he stopped doing it. Actually, I can also say I didn't get anything.

But I can't help but say it now. Now I had to think about my next move over what was past.

"But it's kind of weird..."

The attitude and words of the ten Commissioners at the meeting were largely favourable to the Ethereal Horse. Some of them even spoke blatantly to the Ethereal Horse, and even after the meeting the invitation to invite the Ethereal Horse to his mansion was so uncut.

That's why I doubted it.

If you want to have so much friendship with yourself, why didn't you turn to yes?

Speaking of strange, even for Menahem and Joash, yes.

They are not aggressive enough for the other ten commissioners and the Ethereal Horse to deepen their friendship, even in order to monopolize their dealings with the Ethereal Horse. Given the loss of trust when I exposed it, I don't think I'm just doing jamming work behind it, but nevertheless I didn't seem surprised by the results of this one. It is as if he had expected to do so.

When the Ethereal Horse, who thought so, turned his eyes, Joash scratched his cheek with his fingers with a troubled face.

There still seems to be something.

He was such a sure Ethereal Horse, but I dared not ask why. I know this one thinly guesses. Still, I guess there's some reason Joash is silent.

And Joash bowed his head also small, for the consideration of his pale horse.

However, Ethereal Horse clouded his face in a situation that seemed more difficult to negotiate with the Merchant Guild than he thought.

What was unexpected to Ethereal Horse was that I never thought Jebor would show so much difficulty in his friendship with himself.

If you're a merchant, you thought you'd take a future benefit over your previous history with Bornis, but you just have to say that the prospects were sweet.

And it was also a failure to rely on one Joash alone for Jeboah's sources and the point of contact for negotiations.

In this world where there is no communication equipment, keeping in touch with neighboring cities can also take time and effort. Not to mention being a neighbour. In such circumstances, it is difficult to set up a proprietary information network in Jeboa. Besides that, there was also a reason that Joash was being favorable and competent towards himself, which made him sweet to keep up with it.

Now, I think we should have looked after the negotiator as a source other than Joash, but it is also a later festival.

While I'm at it, I have a headache thinking about what to do now.

It is then Solon's words that I recall.

"Water..."

The pale horse leaked out of his mouth. Then Joash, who overheard it, asks as he tilts his neck.

"Dear Soma. What the hell does water mean?

"Yes. - Actually, Mr. Solon told me that if I came to this city, I might be able to get water to open up the status quo."

Still, the Ethereal Horse didn't know what Solon meant by words. I asked Solon directly about the sincerity of the words, but he was drunk all the time saying, "Not just beg the old man to teach you, but use your head a little".

Then there came one of the decrees. When the decree ears something to Joash, he hands over something like a letter. Joash opens it and sees through it somehow becomes a convinced face by himself.

"Well, this is..."

"Mr. Joash, what's wrong?

"Dear Soma. Perhaps this is water."

Joash handed Soma a a letter.

"This is an invitation to a meal from Marman's ambassador who is in this city."