Hakai no Miko

It didn't take much longer for Cornelius' words to prove correct.

A few days after Cornelius visited. Now the Marquis of Apius came to the royal palace.

The royal palace also became noisy about this.

Anyway, the Marquis of Uppius was entrusted to the General of the Army of the Marquis for the Rebellion Slave Crusade, and he should be the busiest figure now. It is not only a matter of such a Marquis of Appius leaving the city of L'Oma, where the armies of the marquis are located, and coming all the way to the king's capital.

It's called the slow movement of the Horsemen, wasn't it something heinous?

In the midst of such speculative tensions among the heavy ministers, the Marquis of Apius expressed his thanks and greetings to King Walius before cutting out:

"His Majesty King Warius has a courtesy to come up!

Later, it is a petition until he leaves the army, which has just come out of battle, and returns to the king's capital. King Walius was prepared to be asked for any impossible challenge, but the Marquis of Upius speaks of a wish that would lightly blow up such readiness.

"I beg you to relinquish your command of the General and allow me to pay you in formation!

And all the kings of Walius, and the chief ministers that lived side by side, were spared their fate.

It was at last this stage that the crusaders were leaving, putting together the martyrs who had fallen apart. Everyone never thought that the Marquis of Apius, now entrusted to the honourable General, would want to return to the territory under his own authority.

"Hey... why?

King Walius was at his best to ask so.

And the Marquis Apius says, "Keep your mouth shut and put your body on."

"We heard the other day that a rebel slave gesture dropped Marben Copper Mountain"

King Walius, touched by the wounds of the country's breakdown, flashed his face. But Marquis Apius continues his words without adhering to it.

"Speaking of Marben Copper Mountain, it was inside the country, where the National Army was consolidating its defense. That's where the slaves fell. That hand does not necessarily extend to our territory. I can't safely fight with this. Fortunately, the rebel slaves retreated more than the river. Once we get back to our territory, and to consolidate that protection, I'd like to ask you to forgive me for paying in formation!

The wishes of the Marquis Apius are also the best.

The territory of the Marquis of Apius also has a large city with a population of more than 10,000, but even that city has only about two or three hundred soldiers constantly prepared for defense. Moreover, for this rebel slave crusade, the soldiers are further broken from it and the defense is thin. If the guys who dropped Marben Copper Mountain, protected by five hundred soldiers, raided me there wouldn't be a single one.

For the lords, their territory is more important than anything else. I don't care how much you joined the prize team, but it's not like the territory was vandalized in the meantime. It would also be natural to want to pull away formations to consolidate the protection of the territory.

But that's also why I couldn't easily tolerate formation payments.

In any case, the Marquis of Apius is the general general of the army of the marquis. There is no doubt that the Horsemen would be upset if that general were to take office and remove the formation.

If this were a weak lord, I would have drunk it and driven it away.

But the Marquis of Apius is a nobleman who cannot be pushed or pushed. Moreover, he has such a rich history of war that he intended to entrust the command of the Horsemen, and he is a man of great trust from the Horsemen. I could not refuse the wishes of such a country's important figures without.

King Walius begs with a cat's voice.

"Would you reconsider, Marquis Apius? They've already left the country. You won't have to go back to your territory now."

And King Walius' face gleams upon the Marquis of Apius, who answers briefly, "You will". But further, the Marquis of Appius continues.

"- I see, are the soldiers of the rebel slaves who fell Marben alive? There's no guarantee they won't break in again."

The brave and resolute enemy forces who broke into the depths of the enemy country and accomplished the astonishing plot of falling one of the cities said they swung off the pursuit of this soldier and slowly returned to the enemy forces zone. As long as those guys are alive, there's no guarantee anywhere that they won't do the same thing.

King Walius quickly silenced himself with a roaring voice without being able to say anything.

If we allow the Marquis of Appius to pay, we will have to decide anew on the general of the armies. My head aches from now on when it comes to deciding on a general who will not be dissatisfied by anyone after taking into account the forces and friendship between the Hordes, etc. If even a thousand Marquis Apius soldiers, who were also at the core of the Marquis, were to fall out, we would have to consider filling the hole.

Taking them into account, you may think that the rebel slave crusade has almost been shaken back.

"Your Majesty! Please forgive me with generous mercy!

For the Marquis of Appius to urge him to reply, King Walius says with a voice that squeezes out of a slightly open lip gap after a giraffe and toothpick.

"... ok. Forgive."

"That's right, Your Majesty! Thank you for your generosity."

When the Marquis Apius expressed his gratitude for the exaggeration, he left early in the sight.

King Walius had no choice but to drop him off.

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But that wasn't the end of it.

The day after that, following the Marquis of Appius, two lords offered to pay the formation.

Before I gave the Marquis Apius forgiveness, they can't just refuse. King Walius had no choice but to acknowledge their payment in formation, while floating the shapes of anger.

But further, the day after that. Now four lords came to see King Walius. King Walius finally exploded in front of the four marquises who wished to pay the dreaded formations.

"Always this guy, on his own! If you want to go back to the realm so badly, you can all go home!

King Walius exclaimed as he rose from the throne and waved his hand holding Wang Tin (Ooshiku). And the four princes, who wished to pay the battle, were afraid of their swordscreens, and saw them after them with their bodies.

King Walius' eclampsia continued even after the appearance of the Horsemen disappeared.

"Me! Slaves who insult and fool the rest! You impudent bastards! Always against the rest of us!

Now I don't know how many more gods will come to wish for payment later. Even then, following the Marquis of Apius, who was the general general, as many as six marquises had already removed their formation. Besides, they are all powerful lords. Now it is no exaggeration to say that the Horsemen have already disintegrated.

To this matter, King Walius regrets treading on the estate.

"You can no longer count on anyone! If this happens, the rest of us will lead the national army and kill all the slaves! Issue an ordinance to all members of the national army! Gather under the rest of the banner and destroy the rebel slaves!

To King Walius' delusions, who did not think ahead, the chief ministers blued their faces.

Instead of using the Horse Army for rebel slave crusades, the majority of the national army is positioned near the eastern border in preparation for Romania. If we were to move that for the rebel slave crusade, we would lose our eastern defense.

"Don't, Your Majesty! The National Army is ready for the Romanians of the East!

"Come on, sir! Rumor has it that the Romanians will drop the city the same way after the slaves drop one. And the slaves, as promised, dropped one city. Then the next person to attack is the Romanian State!

"Stop moving the National Army from the East at this time, when the Romanian state is about to attack! That's what Romanians think is in the kettle!

The heavy ministers, who usually even refrained from speaking out for fear of King Walius' eclampsia, also gave their opinion to King Walius.

Even King Walius understands the words of the chief ministers. I caught a rough emotion all the time. But the hand is pulling and shivering with uncontrollable passion.

"… So, what else do you want me to do?

To King Walius's inquiry, the heavy ministers looked at each other. And the oldest answers on behalf of the

"Now I think we should wait for the time..."

Wait for the time. I'm finally saying there's nothing I can do about it.

At that moment King Walius heard something in him cut off in a butch.

"Son of Destruction! Son of a bitch! Son of a Destroyer!!"

King Walius raised his high voice. King Walius, who was skinny, waving his hands and feet in such a high voice, was not a great king.

It's like a monkey.

In the breasts of the heavy ministers, a similar word emerges. It makes me wonder if this is the king of Holmeer, the great power, but I still had to keep my head down and do it over until King Walius's eclampsia healed.

But the oddity of King Walius inadvertently stopped.

Heavy ministers raised their fearful faces wondering if the eclampsia had finally healed.

King Walius remained stiffened, waving up Wang Tin. If you look closely, its complexion is earthy and its eyes are out of focus.

"Sire?"

King Walius's body shook about as if waiting for that voice someone raised. Then, make sure you're caught by the weight of the king tin you shook up, and fall straight from your back on your back.

"Your Majesty! Somebody call a samurai! Your Majesty, Your Majesty!

King Walius was stripping his white eyes and spraying white bubbles from his mouth as he cramped his body violently as the rushing heavy ministers and squire surrounded him.

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Pompius, who visited Darius' mansion in the Wang capital Holmenia, leaked a bittersweet voice as he confronted the master of the mansion across the small table.

"The Son of Destruction is the little ghost of Fulberg...!

A Fulberg little ghost is a legendary demon widely passed down to the West Side. This little ghost, who is good at voice imitation with small pine lights, says he tricks nightwalking travelers into using pine lights and voices to lure them into cliffs and swamps to kill them.

Like a traveler fooled by that little Fulberg ghost, it was like Holmea was stuck in the swamp plenty, too, if you realize it.

"But only one case of copper hurts. It hurts too much......"

Only Pompius, who had undertaken numerous diplomacies as former Prime Minister, understood that this time was a matter of hatred for the Holmeer State.

In the prime minister's time, which was in negotiations with other countries, it is not necessary to consider how advantageous things could have been advanced simply by referring to him as the prime minister of the Holmeer State.

For example, when he suddenly had to bribe an important person in the other country, he didn't ask why he wanted to borrow money from the merchant in the area, and he lent it happily without taking collateral. Even when exchanging promises with other countries, "by Holmeer's prestige" was a killing complaint.

It also worked, all because the Holmeer nation was a great power known as the male of the West Side.

But from now on, that doesn't make sense.

If we are to bring up Holmea's name in the negotiating arena, it is Othi who will be returned, "Couldn't we also have prepared the copper we promised Jebor?"

In this case, the Holmeer State wore the stigma of a third-rate state that could not keep one promise.

The only way to clear that stigma and heal the wounded prestige is to crush the Son of Destruction, who was also its culprit. That's as fast and as cruel as possible. That would make Holmeer's prestige even stronger.

But now it's even sealed.

"If the covenant between the Rumored Son of Destruction and the Romanian State is true, the next thing you will attack is Romania. You can't move the National Army to the east."

Pompius dropped his shoulder and sighed.

"We were taken by the hand of the Son of Destruction, together with Romanians."

Then Pompius bows his head to an old friend sitting in the front.

I'm sorry, Darius.

That was a word of apology.

"I was halfway hearing you say that the head of the rebel slave would be our formidable enemy of Holmea. - But now I fully understand, too. He has to be defeated! Defeat him at all costs, or this Holmea will perish!

Darius nods to Eagle Deep (Good Morning) to accept Pompius' apology. Now we must prepare ourselves against the Son of Destruction before we can blame the past or repent.

And Pompius, aware of it, immediately switches his mind and asks Darius.

"Well, Darius. How do you read the Son of Destruction's next hand? Assuming you want to intercept with Romanian and get west of our country?

What Pompius fears most is that the relying national army will be cut off the western side of the national territory before it can be moved from the east by Romanian. Now that the Horsemen have disintegrated, the Horsemen are drawn to their respective possessions. They threatened to destroy each of those gods and take away their land.

"No. It's not"

But Darius immediately denies that Pompius' concern.

"Indeed, now would be a good time to sharpen the west of the land. - But he's cowardly enough to avoid war."

For the past five years Darius has even been looking into the Ethereal Horse. In the report delivered in it, we had the following story:

That was when those who were motivated by the triumph of the "Bornis showdown" said that they would now attack the Holmeer country from themselves. This is what the Son of Destruction said to those who deviate from blood in an attempt to defeat Holmea.

"The best measure is to make them follow their enemies with virtue. It is best to lay flat with authority. And defeating an enemy with a soldier's horse is the lowest strategy. '

Darius freaked out when he heard this.

It has gone through numerous battles, dived through many dead lines, and finally realized itself.

If you ask, the son of destruction, Soma Xaki, hears of a young man who has just become twenty. Speaking of myself back then, I was just thinking about defeating enemies on the battlefield and showing my own power. Even in view of that, I don't think it's the perfect place for a bloody young man who was born about twenty years ago.

It is an aged finding as if it were a schemer who licked the hardships of an untold battle.

At the same time, however, it is the enthusiasm of youth.

Without it, the dream story of a country where people of different races can live on an equal footing in a world where this human species greatly benefits its breadth is very telling.

Darius felt the discomfort of filling the head of a bloody young man with only the knowledge that had reached the extreme of circular ripeness over the years, from the appearance of a pale horse who hears it.

So Darius was horrible.

Because then it was like a young man waving a polished famous sword.

"So how do you think the Son of Destruction and I are going to move?

Darius, who was immersed in his thoughts in Pompius' inquiry, returned to me and told me his guess.

"Once again, he will be drawn to Bornis."

What the Son of Destruction fears most now is that Holmea and Romanian join hands. At the moment, the two countries are in the process of recognizing each other as enemies of Dai Tian (Cucumber), which cannot be the first. But we can't deny the possibility of joining hands with Romania just because we can't replace our bellies on our backs by catching up too much with the Holmeer country.

Also, this promise to alternate with Romanian to attack the city is a sign of the will of the Son of Destruction to return the loan of funding five years ago and set it apart from Romanian. In doing so, Holmea will have to be asked to survive also as a wall against Romanian.

"He will keep Holmea and Romanian engaged with each other, in the meantime feeding his soldier horses, storing his food and polishing his arsenal. And the next time he comes out of Bornis, it's when he gets just the power to overwhelm my Holmea."

Darius once praised the Sorbiant Plains as a barnyard that could feed millions of soldiers. But it was an exaggeration to persuade the others. But when you look at the harvest of the Sorbiant plains pioneered by the Son of Destruction, it is becoming more and less exaggerated.

And if the Son of Destruction truly follows a million armies, all of Holmea or even Romanian will have to surrender without fighting and raise their hands.

Such a thing should never have happened. Don't wake me up.

"Finally, I was able to drag him out of the nest. Finally, get him! Give me that monster! Something that's going to rub me in my nest again...!

Darius was silent and clenching his fist for a while, but when he breathed all the time, he told Pompius with a serious face.

"Pompius. I need your help."