Hakai no Miko

"This is Her Majesty Queen Tateus' third princess, Dometé! If you lie about this person's words, do you swear them?!"

To Olga's fury, the ten commissioners, merchants of just a thousand seamounts, were often confused.

It is an outrageous scandal to just say that one of the ten commissioners representing the Jebor Merchant Guild was kidnapping and selling off as slaves the children of Marman, who had ties of friendship. Besides, if one of those victims is also a princess, I'm sorry that's no longer a scandal story.

But they weren't the only ones surprised. Even for the Ethereal Horse who rescued Admete, that's the first story I've ever heard. Until then anger also blows up and asks Olga with a decent face.

"Oh, I'm not sorry, Mr. Olga. That person, not your sister? Could you have been a princess, too?

"No. I was the king's mate. I was the son my father made one of the female warriors give birth to. But this man is the heir to His Majesty the Tateus."

In other words, they are half-sisters. The house has no right to inherit the throne, even if the father is the same in the feminist Marman inherited by the woman, but Olga, born of the mother of the female warrior.

It was a mild thing to say to the Ethereal Horse, Olga, but when he turned back to the Ten Commissioners, he hoisted the rejuvenation and barked as if it were a fiery fire.

"You guys! It wasn't just the children of the people, it was even Adomethes who tried to sell them as slaves! You understand what that's going to mean!

To this anger of Olga, the ten Commissioners quickly changed their complexion to earthy, as did Judah.

And he worked a wolf against his daughter, the princess of the clan. That is tantamount to insulting all those in that clan. It was no longer like poking insulation and a declaration of war at Marman.

If it were to be an all-out war with Marman, the ocean deal would cease to stand. The enormous losses that result from this are likely to tip the Merchant Alliance's stalks.

But that doesn't fit all this time.

What triggers the war is Merchant Guild's treachery against Marman. That would be an immeasurable loss for a merchant guild that weighs credibility above all else, in money and so on.

As a result, the Ten Commissioners trembled.

That is no exception to the Menahem of the Shapiro Chamber of Commerce. Menahem, who had taken the position of a pale horse from the beginning, did not panic so much to watch what was going on. Instead, he was even trying to strengthen the authority of the Shapiro Chamber of Commerce in the Merchant Guild by taking the form of a pale horse to blame Judah.

But things turned out to be the worst far beyond Menahem's expectations.

It's something you did a hell of a lot for me.

When he looks at Judah properly, he almost seems to be losing his mind. Perhaps Judah didn't even know it was Marman's princess who figured it out.

But that doesn't solve the problem.

Conflict with Marman is just inevitable as it is, or the merchant guild's trust is lost.

Only the Ethereal Horse can quell the angry Olga any longer on this occasion.

I thought so. Menahem asks Aoima for arbitration.

"Dear Soma. How can you not wish for a mouthful?

By this time, the Ethereal Horse, who was outraged (hunched) at the treatment of Merman's children, had also finally calmed down in front of Olga, who was furiously angrier than he was.

I can understand Olga's mood for rage, but this is just not a good thing.

Tateus was trying to keep things from getting rough when he said his daughter might have been exposed, in order to avoid confrontation with Jeboa.

The Merchant Alliance would be criticized by the public if this were made public. But at the same time, Tateus must also publicly show his anger in a clear way in order to preserve his prestige as a race and queen. Not to mention that if your princess were harmed, it would not be half-baked. In the worst case scenario, I have to declare war on Jeboa.

But that is something that is undesirable to both Marman and the Jevoah Merchant Guild.

Also, that's not all. Assuming it is spread that the princess has been kidnapped, Tateus will have to punish those who were around Admête. Maybe Olga could have been included there.

I honestly don't feel like "look at you" for shaking Jacob and the like. But I also felt better for Marman to put it aside as one Judah's responsibility without making a scene here.

"Mr. Olga. Judas can never be forgiven, but others are not involved in this matter. Could you spare my face and forgive me?

It was an angry Olga, but I can't ignore the words of the Ethereal Horse who rescued Admete. Still, I couldn't contain the emotions that burst through my chest, but the admetes in my arms also defend the Merchant Guild.

"Sister. - No, Warrior Olga. Let's do what Soma says here."

Perhaps, as a princess, he had been beaten more diplomacy than Olga. Advetai told Olga that he could not cause a decisive conflict with the merchant guild here because of himself.

If you two tell me that, Olga can't get through the rage either. For a while, I roared a lot, but sigh leaked as I had noticed.

"Okay. - Master Adomete has not been exposed. It's all up to one Judah to take the other children. Are you sure about this?

"Yes, sister. That's good."

"But Dear Admété, We must report to His Majesty without concealing it."

"Of course it is. Your Majesty, judge the same."

Olga broke me too, but the Ethereal Horse is also horny.

Tateus would not want a war with the Merchant Guild. This would have also averted the war between Marman and the Merchant Guild. Most importantly, the war could have been avoided, but it was about that soggy Queen Tateus. Instead of making things the responsibility of Judas alone, they would draw various indemnities and concessions from the Merchant Guild. But that also depends on the negotiations between Tateus and the ten Commissioners. It is no longer about the pale horse pinching his mouth.

Menahem brought a few other ten-member commissioners to the Ethereal Horse where he was thinking about that.

"Dear Soma. After all the inconvenience this time, I thank you for your grace and I have no words of gratitude."

Menahem and the others bow their heads at best.

"Judah not only disqualified the ten-member commissioner, but also deported him from the guild. We will confiscate the personal property and use it to apologize and compensate Merman and Soma."

Judah, whose soul had fallen out, turned her face towards Menahem, even though her name had come out. But I just let my mouth pucker open and close like a fish in acid deprivation, and I nodded quickly.

If you are banished from the Merchant Guild, although it was not your life that was taken, you can no longer do business in the West End. In addition, if all private property is confiscated, it will be difficult to restart elsewhere. Judah was no longer done.

"Furthermore, I would like to conclude a treaty of friendship with our merchant guild, which Master Soma wanted more than anything else. I'd like to pack that detail again at a later date, would you mind?

To Menahem's suggestion, the Ethereal Horse, whose apology had interrupted him from feeling stuck up until then, had returned to him as usual.

"Huh? No, I didn't do a big deal. - Hey, Sheml."

Shemr sighs jealously at you under the umbilicus, who says he has uncovered a tease of Marman smuggling that no one has ever known before, but instead humbles (kens) him to the contrary, boasting of it. Besides, he mistakenly assumes that he has made any mistakes, and the Ethereal Horse begins to grate.

"Mr. Menahem. You don't have to exaggerate so much. Well, it's enough for you to say that you're friendly with us, yeah."

Jacob, who had his head bowed if he was dissatisfied with the words, overreacts.

"Oh, that's troubling!

It's not just him. All the other ten members or even Menahem near Aoi Horse had such an atmosphere that they could not give pleasant consent.

It was Olga who blamed it.

"Leave Lord Soma all this trouble and what does that attitude mean?! If you can't enter into friendship with Lord Soma, we Merman are not silent!

Intense horizontal spears, the ten commissioners silence with a bitter look on their face.

After a while, it was Menahem who finally opened his mouth.

"Let us formally express our friendship with Dear Soma in the name of our Merchant Alliance of the Ten. - So, are you sure?

The last word is addressed to the other ten Commissioners behind me. Words of dissatisfaction can be leaked from several ten-member commissioners even on this occasion, Menahem says in a harsh voice.

"It is the courtesy of Soma and Marman who have taken so much care of us. Or do your brothers want a war with Marman?

To Menahem's words, the ten Commissioners had no choice but to agree without making a sound.

Menahem is all over his chest that he still hadn't noticed the appearance of a pale horse twisting his neck demanding something that difficult for such an exchange.

As a matter of fact, it would have been less to the merchant guild to have entered into a properly articulated treaty of friendship.

However detailed the arrangement may be, it is about everyday tea meals, such as finding a hole in the arrangement and putting it behind them, for them, who are the lukewarm merchants of Haiqian Mountain Thousand.

But when it comes to vague friendship, it's hard. Especially this time, he owes a lot to the Ethereal Horse. However, if Ethereal Horse says, "That's not friendly" even in price negotiations, the Merchant Guild will have to leave more than it owes. Besides, it's bad because we don't have a deadline.

Even though being a little more greedy is easier to handle, there is a smile on Menahem's mouth even as he repents.

In a vessel to the extent that it is easy for me to handle, it is not worth sacrificing my son. We also know that the Shapiro Chamber of Commerce can benefit from it.

Menahem bowed his head deeply to the Ethereal Horse again to hide his smile.

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Then, some time later, in the royal palace of the kingdom of Holmea, there was the figure of Pyremon, a slave trader for the royal palace.

"I have come to you by summons, what can I do for you today?

Without any foretaste, the Pyremon, who was suddenly summoned to the royal palace, had been quite prepared to see if anything had happened. But things seem worse than that Pyremon has been prepared to decide.

King Walius, sitting on the throne, had a grump all over his body that he was unwilling to hide. All that, the eyes of the heavy ministers who line the left and right look at themselves are also distracted by anger and contempt. This was the first time I had been seen with such an eye, only that delivery was not indispensable from day to day for the heavy ministers in order to facilitate commerce.

"Around this morning, a protégé was delivered by King Jeboa"

King Walius threw his protégé at Pyremon so that he could abandon it.

It is a protégé from King Jeboa, who is the puppet of the Merchant Guild. It would be King Jebor who did the parent book, but I am sure the contents are due to the intentions of the Merchant Guild.

Pyremon picked up his parent book even though he had a bad feeling about it.

King Walius says such a Pyremon as he looks down with his contemptuous cut eyes from the top of the throne.

"You consigned with a Judah merchant and sold off Merman's children as slaves. King Jebor says it's the Holmeer kingdom's bid to tear Jebor and Marman apart."

Pyremon's face, reading his parent book with his trembling hands, is getting bluer.

It was only a name for a parent book, and it was a letter of questioning King Walius in a harsh tone.

The intent of this parent document is clear.

Merman's responsibility for smuggling lies only with Judah and Pyremon and has nothing to do with the Merchant Guild. All that, or rather, to spread the merchant guild's claim that we are the victims.

"Whew, it's Pyremon. He's allowed in and out of the rest of the royal palace. But it's impossible to suspect that Jebor would do so if he did this. But I have no such recollection, would I have ordered such a ploy without any further ado?

The tone was mild. But if you look at King Walius's face, he has pimples and cramps (convulsions) in the fierceness in which his eyelids and mouth were held back. This is a phase that is on the verge of exploding an eclampsia.

The prediction of the Pyremon was centered. He was sent such disrespectful letters to King Jebor, who looked down on him as easily as an ant crawling on the ground without even a back shield from the Merchant Guild. Walius, complacent to be the king of Holmea, known as the male of the West Side, was the thought of his bowels boiling back through anguish.

"Heh, Your Majesty! This is a hell of a wet coat!

King Walius yells at Pyremon, who manages to escape.

"Shut up! There will be only such suspicions, and there will be annoyances!

Unexpectedly King Walius becomes a good face alone.

"Oh. I see, that's what happened..."

King Walius, who is highly skeptical, has a bad habit of making unsuspecting claims under his subordinates for unscrupulous reasons when his emotions increase. And I was just about to show off that vice right now.

"Even if you bring Merman, there are no big ports in the rest of the country where ships to the Empire can stop. If there were such a port, it would be neighboring Romanian."

King Walius, whining like a soliloquy, was right, and Pyremon was carrying Marman, who carried him as far as Holmea, on a ship bound for the Empire, even further to neighboring Romanian.

The next moment when Pyremon wondered what the hell was wrong with that, King Walius barks.

"Now you! Forget about the rest of what I did with my eyes. I went through with Romanian and tried to put a crack between Holmea and Jeboa?!"

"Meh, there is no annihilation!

Pyremon tried to distract King Walius by rubbing his forehead on the floor. But not King Walius, who heals to that extent.

"It's ugly, you ungrateful bastard! After confiscating all my personal belongings, they beat me out of the country! It's the mercy and the comfort of not taking lives!

Small and screaming, Pyremon begged King Walius many times for forgiveness. But King Walius will not change his mind, and he will command his guards to slap Pyremon out of the royal palace.

King Walius, who still couldn't heal his anger, had a rough breath with his shoulders wide up and down with his elbows of the throne squeezed with disappointment with both hands.

"Your Majesty, please drink this and calm down"

There he offered to King Walius a golden cup filled with wine divided by water by the chief squire. King Walius still grabs the golden cup with his hands trembling with excitement, only one mouth mouths the wine.

"... what is this wine? Have something better."

Wine divided by water is consumed in place of drinking water, but it is nonetheless fragrant. dissatisfied with it, the chief samurai clouded his face.

"That's what the new wine was going to come in..."

Wines from an age of awkward conservation techniques were much more fragile than modern times and so forth. As a result, the Holmeer Royal Palace regularly delivered quality wines to merchants, which lagged behind. For this reason, the samurai explained that this scent was also the only old wine that flew.

Besides, when King Walius asks why the delivery of wine has been delayed, the samurai often mumbles before explaining a certain circumstance.

Then, wondering if King Walius had stripped his eyes a little, he then began to shake his whole body with a pull.

"Me! All the slaves, now I'm gonna take it away from the rest of the wine..."

And at last King Walius explodes his eclampsia.

"How far are you going to reverse the rest of your nerves, you wrecking son of a bitch!!"

The heavy ministers and squatters who were present at King Walius, scattered unspeakable cursing rumors in his deaf, tall voice, let him shrink his back.