Hakai no Miko

The day the Ethereal Horse leaves Jeboa. Princess Admété came all the way to see me off to the outskirts of Jeboa as a nominee for Olga and Tateus.

Still in the world, the Ethereal Horse is the head of the rebel slave, however glaring, the regional lord. It was a broken treatment for the princess of Merman to come and drop it off on land. That is why I know the magnitude of Merman's gratitude to the Ethereal Horse.

"But was this really a good idea?

What Olga asks sorry about is the distribution of compensation from the Merchant Guild.

All Judah's personal belongings were confiscated and charged to compensate the Ethereal Horses and the Marmans, but the Ethereal Horses gave up most of their rights to Marman. Because of the idea of buying back one or more of the children sold off as slaves with that money.

Olga and the others, who were initially adamant, also received the thanksgiving words when they found out that the will of the Ethereal Horse was stiff, but they were still blamed.

Besides, the Ethereal Horse says, laughing all the time that he doesn't care.

"I've given up my slaves, so you'll be fine."

Only many slaves owned by Judah were allowed to be taken over by the Ethereal Horse as a matter of priority. Of course, it is to free them from the identity of slaves.

However, contrary to the expectations of the Ethereal Horse, the majority of those who were slaves hoped to remain in Jeboa as slaves.

Judah was so outrageous to Marman, but he seemed to be a merciful master to servants, slaves, etc. in his shop. They were not dissatisfied with their own predicament, and rather than go anxiously to a land they did not know, they wished to remain enslaved to Jeboa as such.

Those slaves arranged to have their new masters searched through the Shapiro Chamber of Commerce.

The few slaves who otherwise wished to be liberated are going to take them back to the city of Bornis, where they will take care of their working mouths.

Seeing such slaves gather together, there was the appearance of a large dinosaurian slave crossed by human slaves.

The Ethereal Horse recalls the first time he met that Dinosaurian slave.

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"Wow..."

The pale horse opened his mouth gently and looked up at the large dinosaurian in front of him.

Even the Ethereal Horse, who should have been used to seeing Dinosaurians, has never seen a Dinosaurian so tall. Anyway, one head is taller than Jahangil. Standing thus in front of him, he seems to look up at the wall exactly.

But those eyes had some laid-back, grassy, calm, cow-like eyes. Its face is not a sharp face, such as a carnivorous dinosaur, but rather a rounded one, because it sees the likes of the Jahangills.

This Dinosaurian is said to be a slave to Judah for when he uses the road south of the city of Bornis to carry Marman. They were originally used as rowers for galley ships, and their arms are slipping out among the same Dinosaurians.

Sure, he was the bearer of power to see. The thickness of the arms and so on, as well as the torso of the pale horse. This would also allow a large barrel to be lifted without difficulty.

"What's your name?

"… Mollard" The giant Dinosaurian replied, bossy. "Mollard Cavera......"

So Dinosaurian, named Mollard, shut his mouth.

Besides, the pale horse snapped his neck. In the knowledge of Ethereal Horses, Dinosaurian's name should consist of three things: "Personal name + Race surname + Region of birth". But Mollard didn't name the last region.

Pointing that out, Mollard once again answers bossy.

"Ola's just a stone eater"

That's an unknown expression of the Ethereal Horse.

But Mollard shuts his mouth to say that he's explained enough already.

Pearlshire, Jahangil's youngest son, who seemed to see such an exchange, pinches his mouth.

"Lord Soma. This is a Camara breed, a born slave breed."

Dinosaurians are a mixed race of different figures, such as priests and civilians, in addition to the noblemen known as the warrior species represented by the Jaharngil and Tyrannos species. And this mollard was a Dinosaurian of a species called the Camara species, known in Dinosaurians as the bottom-line slave species.

Mollard's reference to "stone eating" is a disdain for the slave species derived from the legend that their ancestors, the slave species, were eating all the grass and drinking stones to help them digest it.

And in the case of slave species, my husband's name goes in instead of the regional name, but now that Judah, who was my husband, is bankrupt, Mollard is in a state of losing his name, Pearlshire explained.

"So if Lord Soma gets it, this guy will be named Somi."

"But I don't need a slave."

The Ethereal Horse said slightly grumpy that he thought he would make slaves.

"If that was it, then once you accepted this guy as a slave, you should let him go. In that case, you will name the surname 'Jabbard' which means Liberation Slave"

As Pearlshire turned her gaze to see if that was okay, Mollard nodded coldly.

"Okay. Ola's name is Morad Jabbard Somi."

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Mollard, who still carries his luggage silently, seemed convinced, but the Ethereal Horse felt a little anxious.

I don't feel autonomy from this Dinosaurian named Morad. I guess I had no choice about that either because I was a slave for a long time, but it also seems that the Ethereal Horse recommended liberation because he wanted liberation from slavery.

And the other thing that bothers me is Jaharn Gill.

Did you reflect on the way ahead when you found Marman's child from Judah's caravan, or are you quiet here lately? It was also unthinkable from the usual jahan gills that I even deliberately carried a barrel with Princess Admetae in my own hands when I boarded Jeboa's Merchant Guild.

It's such a jahan gill, but somehow it shows a blatantly grumpy attitude towards Mollard.

The emotions are hard to guess from that look Dinosaurian, but the extent to which the Ethereal Horse, who initially intended to keep Morad because he was the same Dinosaurian, was found so grumpy that he couldn't say it.

Melfzard, the eldest son of Jahangil, and others are never mistaken for Ethereal Horse because if Morad were to come near him, he would strip his fangs and intimidate him.

I'll keep this in mind that I should ask my youngest brother Pearlshire why later.

"Now, if you'll excuse us."

Unfortunately, I can't leave at any time like this. When the Ethereal Horse stomps, he puts his feet across the horse. Olga called out there.

"Lord Soma. From His Majesty the Tateus, take this..."

So what Olga offered was a writ sealed with wax. The Ethereal Horse tries to remove the wax and open the writ, but naturally cannot read it. The Ethereal Horse handed it to Shemr.

"I officially recognize Soma as Merman's true friend, there is. Welcome to Soma whenever you want, even if you don't have a promise."

The Ethereal Horse was surprised by what Shemr had read out.

This isn't just about friendship, it's about recognizing the Ethereal Horse individual as an important person to Marman.

"Your Majesty has entrusted me with your words." Don't hesitate, use as you wish, "he said."

The position of a key figure for Marman will undoubtedly be a trump card against Jeboa.

And knowing that this letter will be used as a trump card, it was made for.

The Ethereal Horse often closed his eyes and thanked him for his tattoo consideration, which was not written as a word.

To such a pale horse figure, Shemr leaks one big snort satisfactorily.

"Ten Commissioners. It was no use trying not to get friendship with Soma."

Olga frowned at Shemru, who was skillfully chested in an attitude that just said it was useless to try to interfere with my "you under the umbilical".

"Excuse me, but you seem to be making a mistake"

Olga said to Shemru and the Ethereal Horse, who asked him with a gaze what he meant.

"It wasn't the Jeboa Merchant Guild that held us back from friendship with you in the letter. On the contrary, I think perhaps Jebor's Merchant Guild received the same writ"

The Ethereal Horse and Shemr keep a small eye out.

But soon the Ethereal Horse remembers, speaking of which.

Even though he was denied a treaty of friendship with himself after the bandits were banished, Joash and Menahem seemed to know that would happen. Isn't that because the Merchant Guild was also delivered with similar writs as Merman?

But who the hell put out such a letter?

Asked by the Ethereal Horse, Olga makes a slightly troubled face. But that was only for a few moments.

"Originally, you owe a great deal to a man whose writings dictate the direction of his race."

That said, Olga gave him a name.

As soon as that happens, a lightning strike runs between the Ethereal Horses.

But Olga, unaware of it, had spoken of the excuse that the person was now losing his legs but could also rise again amid growing tensions with his neighbour, failing to ignore the letter, etc.

But the Ethereal Horse hardly ever heard of it. A small, eye-opening Ethereal Horse leaks a trembling voice from her lips, half blind.

"No way, that guy...!

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Two old men were drinking tea in a large mansion in Holmeia, the capital of the Holmeer country.

One is a small old man. If he who is at all in the court of Holmea, he will realize that it is Pompius, the former Chancellor, who made King Walius perform the Son of Destruction Crusade and acknowledge it.

And sitting opposite that Pompius is, contrary to him, an old man with a large body.

Where these two contrarians were silently drinking tea, the mansion's decree came. When the family decree hears something about the big old man, he hands over the letter he brings.

"What's up? What, no reward from goodness?

Pompius asked the old man, who looked up as he read the letter.

"Oh. Bad news. - The monster pulled the chain on his back leg..."

Hand the finished letter to Pompius.

"I didn't think I'd do anything about Jeboa not far away, but I didn't expect you to involve even Marman and take them on your side. - As always, I'll go over my predictions."

Before Pompius, who glanced at the letter handed to him and leaked a "ho" and a surprise voice, the old man deposited his back on his back when he leaked a deep sigh. The sound of the back of the chair softly echoing through the room.

"Five years -"

Only one word leaked out of the old man's lips. But that was heavier than a million words.

"- It has taken five years for His Majesty and the Marquis, who look down on him as the rebellion of subhuman slaves, to see him as their enemy."

How many times have you bitten your teeth at your own impudence? How many times have I had a tear of remorse?

"But it also finally paid off. Now my Holmeer nation is moving by acknowledging that it is an enemy that should defeat the Son of Destruction as a prey to be eaten. Thanks to you, too. Thank you."

Pompius just says it's no big deal, shakes his neck small, left and right.

"What, an old friend's favor. And only if I think I have to do the same. Now, what are we going to do?"

Pompius calls the name of an old friend.

- Darius.

To Pompius, who called out his name, Darius gave a fierce grin.

Old General Darius Brutus, formerly known as the best general in Holmea.

I hadn't lost that fang so much as a wounded old lion.