Hakai no Miko

"Your Majesty, look! From the fort of Roylops."

If I looked at the fort of Roylops, I could see the person standing on the outer wall and painting a large circle with the pine light in his hand. That is a signal that all the stone throwers or the fort itself were also controlled.

To the report, King Dordea punches himself in the knee with a piss.

"There you go, Robnas! - Come on, everyone. Prepare for the crossing! Finally, the time has come to attack Holmea!

King Dordea's decree made the Romanian army noisy. The officers wear weapons and the soldiers bring their food and supplies to the ship. Both of those faces were colored with joy and excitement.

That's not impossible either. Romanian and Holmea are profound enemies of each other. Finally, we will enter the Holmeer kingdom. A Romanian soldier couldn't help but be excited.

And the most exciting of them all was definitely King Dordea.

He tided his old, stained and wrinkled cheeks like a boy, wandering along the riverbank to the right and to the left in front of his own seatboat, which was gradually preparing to cross the river.

About that time I watched with a bitter smile, both the Horsemen and the generals, "Your Majesty is young," but in time King Dordea, who has lost patience, begins to utter an outrageous thing.

"Let me lead the rest of your ship and push across the Rabian River!

This is too much blood for anything. I'm not in good shape for anything, such as putting an old king ahead of me and then following this matter by my subordinates. When the queens and generals were twisting their heads about what to say to King Dordea, who just floated like a child, the laughter of a lofty girl echoed there.

"Father, you're like a child!

There she was, the girl who stretched her golden glowing hair unconstitutionally to her back. In the Romanian country, where it is considered the sagging of women to braid their hair beautifully, there is no choice but to be told that it cannot be done. I know you're some royal nobleman's child, but it's not the dress you're wearing, it's the boneless armor. However, when it was matched with a face that was somewhat risky but could still be called adorable enough, it was like why.

As soon as he sees the girl in that young martial arts, King Dordea breaks his face.

"Oh, Piata!

That was Piata, the last princess King Dordea would drown in.

The children of the royal royal nobility - and the royal princess - both come to the bloody battlefield, an act that cannot be said to be preferred. But there is no such thing as surprise among the surrounding lords and generals.

That should be it too.

This Princess Piata is a princess with an alias "Princess Grumpy Horse" because of numerous words and deeds that do not seem like a royal princess.

It was four years ago that I decided the nickname, which I don't think could be given to a royal princess at last.

Thirteen-year-old Piata, who had decided to marry the grand nobleman's son in the country, beat him into the grand nobleman's house "wanting to know the power of his future companion" with only a small offering. And two of them, who had received swordsmanship and equestrian manoeuvres from their ministers as the hobbies of the nobleman's sons, turned them into kotempans in all their swordsmanship, equestrianism, bowing, and end-of-fighting.

That's right, the great nobleman also said that he had no choice but to offer King Dordea to cancel his engagement, saying that this was beyond his control.

And king Dordea, when he heard it, was astonished, and called Piata to make his way.

"Piata's dream is to succeed and defeat Holmea with her father!

But Piata, instead of evil, rebelled her little breasts and let Dawn go.

"Now I was thought to be an extra princess in the hands of the weak princess of the nobility. Then I don't care where you come from! Give Piata to whoever your father expects you to be. Piata, along with her husband, defeat Holmea as the forerunner of Father!

My daughter, only thirteen years old, told me to use it as a tool for her father's dreams.

King Dordea was also unintentionally impressed with this.

He deliberately withdrew Piata's engagement by putting an apology to the great nobleman himself, even though he told him to be cautious.

This leaked from somewhere and became a story that no one in the Romanian Royal Palace knew.

After that, without a floating story, the Romanian aristocrats began to call this princess "Princess Jhamma" in the shadows, gathering together those who had time to spare, such as two or three aristocrats, and all the imitations of military training.

Once again, Piata grinned without those glances as the painfully smiling lords and generals watched "Princess Jaguar Horse" sneeze out of the room.

"Father. Attacking Holmea has been a dream for many years for everyone. If your father takes that precious lead, he'll resent you later."

King Dordea, finally realizing that he was floating too far into Piata's words, slapped himself on the forehead with a prick.

"Ho ho ho! Indeed, Piata is right. I've been floating around."

The drowning beloved daughter stabbed him with a nail, and King Dordea remembered his naivety.

"So to whom did the honors of the first line go, Piata?

To King Dordea's inquiry, Piata exclaimed once: "It is not for me, a woman, to speak of". But even though King Dordea was asked over and over again, "A little play," he answers after thinking slightly.

"I was wondering if His Excellency Robnas' soldiers would be all right. Your Excellency has taken the fort of Roylops brilliantly. Why don't you give your lord's soldiers the honor of the front line in order to reward you for that great achievement? Also, the soldiers will want to rendezvous with His Excellency as soon as possible. If so, they will show the lion's speed when attacking the Masarca Gate Fort."

To the answer, King Dordea nodded again and again to his satisfaction.

"Exactly, as Piata put it. - All of you. Make it look that way."

The princes and generals, who watched as they exchanged between King Dordea and Princess Piata, stroked down their breasts for a moment.

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"His Highness Piata. Be careful not to buy too much disgust."

A knightly daughter with three long silver hair knitted behind her back complains to Piata, who leaves the headquarters where King Dordea is and points her foot toward the tent given to her.

"Ok, ok. Demetria's as loud as a nanny."

This daughter, called Demetria, is the daughter of Piata's nanny and a milk sister who shared the same milk. And now as Piata's most trusted first knight, she was always the daughter to serve by.

"If that's what you thought, weigh yourself a little. I don't want to talk like this, either."

Demetria's words were tough, but her voice was filled with deep trust and love for Piata. That's why Piata never tries to keep Demetria away, even though she seems slight.

There was a voice from behind in such a subordinate.

"His Highness Piata. Can I have a word with you?

Piata looked back and looked small.

It was General Darios who was supposed to be the busiest at this moment when the crossing was about to take place.

"Isn't this, Your Excellency, the Great General?"

Piata, fond of this luxurious general, smiled heartily, not lovingly. And Darius turns his eyes slightly behind Piata.

"Is my granddaughter useful?

It was Demetria who Dalaios turned to. She was the granddaughter of Darius.

"She has a lot of help. If I were a man, I'd be proposing."

"It is, it is. If my daughter isn't married to His Highness Gordia, I'd like to consider it positively."

In order to maintain the balance between the forces of the domestic nobility, it is not considered good for the royal family to continue to enter into marriage with the same aristocratic house. Piata, returned with a joke that made it a story, often laughs at Darios. Having finished laughing, Piata asks in a serious way.

"Demetria is staring at me in the back, so let's keep this joke going. - So, what did His Excellency the Grand General want from me?

Daraios, who hates (and says) falsehoods and knows Piata's character, who prefers to keep things concise, said straightforwardly.

"How does Your Highness feel about this crossing?

It is a difficult question.

It was King Dordea who decided to cross the river. No matter how many princesses, disputing the King's judgment does not spare the sleigh of disrespect. But Piata, who knows he's not the kind of grand general to take a frying leg of a person's remarks, honestly replied.

"... I feel like it's working too well. - What about His Excellency the Grand General?

Daraios, questioned the other way around, says avoiding a clear statement.

"War is like a sexually vicious woman in a liquor store. Even if this one tries to buy that hand and cheer, he just turns to it without a clue. When you think you've finally been drawn to your bunk, you're asking for a terrible price."

To Darios' words, Demetria coughs deliberately.

"My Lord General. Your Highness is the princess. No nasty metaphors."

"I apologize for this. I forget I'm a princess in front of you."

Make even more disrespectful remarks, but rather Piata jokingly returns them.

"His Excellency the Grand General thinks there are many warrior traditions at night as well as on the battlefield? If you fold, I'd love to hear it."

Again from Demetria: "Princess!," reprimanded Piata shrugs her shoulder small, then tells Darios.

"I mean, His Excellency the Grand General was also considered suspicious, so you invited me."

He was a Piata called "Princess Jhamma" from around him, but even a woman is not so thick and shameless as to allow herself to enter and leave the main unit with a big face that this will be her first line. Until now, unless called upon by King Dordea, he had secretly set up a formation on the edge of the Romanian army. That Piata was in the main force because he was invited by Daraios that his majesty before the crossing should not be encouraged.

"What do you mean?"

Darius was sober, but apparently he was a star.

But Piata didn't even show me the sleigh that made her uncomfortable.

No matter how many grand generals, Darius is only one minister down. Except for definite evidence, it was difficult to stop the current king of Dordea, who is out of his mind on vague grounds to such an extent that he had a bad feeling even though it was working too well. It is not preferable before the princes and generals that the opinion of the king and the general should be in conflict before the battle again.

In that regard, if the prophecy from Piata were to be forthright, King Dordea would also listen, and the queens and generals would also lightly recieve "the bullshit of women (stomach) who do not know war". Piata knew it was coming from that prospect.

"My Lord General. Now I owe you one."

Besides, Darius makes a big laugh.

"This seems to have caused me to make a terrible loan later"

Then Piata, who had to take command of the river crossing and broke up with Darios, returned to his formation with Demetria. The formation of Piata has already received the order of King Dordea to cross the river, and the soldiers are in a hurry and are being chased to prepare for it.

Through such busy and working people, Piata takes herself out of formation.

There stood a formidable knight, trying to surround a small rock. Among the soldiers led by Piata, they are only those who are faithful and have a strong mouth.

And it was an adorable girl who sat on a rock so as to be surrounded by its knights. The girl, softly covered with a large cloth from head to toe, is pointing her crushed eyes towards the west sky.

Noticing Piata had arrived, the knights thanked the knights on the battlefield, with a left fist on the chest armor and a small neck down. I gently raise my hand to stop the girl who noticed Piata late on that trying to get up.

"Thank you, good. - You got something better than that, Lara?

The girl, called Lara, turned her eyes again to the western sky. I wonder if she'd been staring into the western sky for a while, and Lara leaks the word potpourri.

"Fort... go... enemy... thousand"

Besides, Piata arms and often thinks about it.

"Hmm. - That a thousand soldiers are on their way from Masarca Gate Fort to reclaim the fort of Roylops?

To Piata's inquiry, Lara nodded and showed.

"Yes, Princess. So I'm pretty sure it is."

It was a mouth-watering lara, as if it had looked across the Rabian River, but all Piata or those who were there on the spot would not even turn their eyes to suspicion.

"A thousand... - Don't be too little."

Robnas was leading a five-hundred death squad. Even when it comes to reducing the number of people in accidents and fights while crossing the river, there will be exactly three hundred left. Too little for a thousand to take down as soon as possible the fort where all those enemy soldiers stand.

"Were the reports true that the 'Black Wall' and the majority of the national army headed west for the rebel slave crusade?

Demetria, who remembered the same question, asked Piata.

At a time when Romanians are about to cross the river with a convoy, the recapture of the fort of Roylops is a requirement to contend for a moment. If you can't stop one river after another, you'll be in danger no matter how strong the Masarca Gateway Fort is.

Yet with only a thousand soldiers directed at the recapture of that Roylops fort, I can only assume that the enemy is in difficulty with the number of troops.

"If only the attacker could protect the fort, Lord Robnas. I wonder if it was still my concern."

Now Piata laughed at herself, saying that she had only bought her lords and generals.

But a well-split Piata quickly switches moods. Leave Lara to watch the fort as it is, and herself return to the formation to direct the preparations for the crossing.

It was Piata, who had folded the tent and was turning to see how the soldiers were packing their bags, but one of the knights rushed over there. The knight with a pressing look also reports his gratitude to Piata there.

"My God, Your Highness! Earlier, His Royal Highness's favorite slave...!

So the knight clogged the words.

That's because Piata stared with a quiet anger.

"Until my ears are out, I'm not going to say it anyway. But don't call Lara and the others slaves."

The knight was reminded that a flat voice containing anger had touched Piata's inverse scales.

Lara was a playful slave owned by Piata. But he who was bought by Piata of his peculiar abilities and, after being freed from slavery, was once again hired as a squire. For this reason, many still call it Princess Horse's favourite slave in the shadows, but it was forbidden in front of Piata. A knight who hastily lost sight of it apologizes with a blue face.

"Your Highness. Something must have happened. I thought it was prerequisite to hear from Lara now."

Piata also holds the spearhead of anger in Demetria's words, which take up the knight's demise.

"Be careful in the future. - So, what's wrong with Lara?

"Hey, you. Lara says..."

I initially heard Piata frowning at what the knight talks about, but a surprising look appears on his face.

"... is that really what Lara said?

"Yes. Definitely"

Piata, once again surprised by the knight's answer, looks at Demetria with an equally surprising look on her face.

"His Highness Piata. It's incredible, but if that's true, it's a big deal!

"There's no reason for Lara to lie. We're heading to the main unit in a hurry! Demetria, follow me!" Piata says to the knight who came to pay off. "- If there's any new news from Lara, reward me immediately! And never let Lara touch the eyes of the others!

Leaving it at that, Piata throws out preparations for the crossing and follows only Demetria to the Rabbian crossing.

Then at the crossing, it was precisely before the queues and generals were lined up, that King Dordea put his foot on the crossing to get on your boat.

Piata raises her voice as she rushes over.

"Father! Stop crossing the river!

And the howls and the generals raised their faces to the cry.

With the princess the king drowns, he pretended not to see and see some of the grand horsebacks, but he can't even look at the remarks that just interfere with military action. When a few of them looked harsh, they tried to move their legs to block in front of the rushing Piata.

"I wonder if it has been done, Princess Piata!

But Daraios spoke out to control the momentum. To the words of Darius, who tolerates Piata's speech, those who seek to stop Piata step on the spot.

Piata, who showed gratitude with her eyes toward Daraios, once and for all knelt before King Dordea.

"Father, it's important! Stop crossing the river and leave the soldiers!

"What the hell is going on, Piata?"

Even when the princess was blamed for her behavior, she had never seen Piata so hastily hesitate to show that she had nothing to be ashamed of.

King Dordea also retreated from the crossing and was willing to listen to Piata.

"Father, this is a trap!

"A trap...?

"Yes! Already the fort of Roylops has been recaptured by Holmea!

Behind King Dordea, who thought it was such an idiot, a boat across the river blew up.