Hakai no Miko

"Damn, that fucking jizz always says all the things that get in the way of eclampsia!

Shemru, who follows behind the Ethereal Horse, has been slapping his bad mouth at Solon in such a way that he doesn't want to do it earlier.

"Fair enough, calm down. Isn't that the usual?"

He was a naughty Ethereal Horse, but that in turn turns Shemr's angry spearhead on himself.

"Soma! You have such a sweet attitude that you are being looked upon lightly!

The Ethereal Horse accidentally shrugged his neck and blocked his ears to Shemr, who stripped his fangs off and spurted and yelled.

"So, but, yeah, people who disagree with me are precious."

Not just this time, Solon has ever criticized everything Ethereal Horse does, sometimes even cursing painfully.

Besides, Shemr and others were very indignant every time, but the Ethereal Horse, who should be the person in charge, originally had low self-esteem, and there is something about it that I don't care if it is seen lightly by others. I even thought it would be more helpful if, oh well, you argued your point head-on with me face to face.

Solon is originally an old man with a lot of anti-bone hearts and outrageous words and deeds. But it looked like a solon was trying to unify everyone's perceptions and intentions by daring them to answer all kinds of questions and problems after he became a hater and a role.

The Ethereal Horse repeats to Shemr, who still doesn't look convinced.

"Besides, if you punish me for being against me, no one will come to me. Shemr says it's okay if it happens?

I couldn't even say anything back to Shemr about this.

As we talked about that, the Ethereal Horse had come all the way to his bedroom. Shemr's bedroom, by the way, is the room next to it so that he can rush right in the event of an incident.

Usually I'm supposed to say goodbye here, but at this time, "Hey, Soma," Shemr called me off.

"What's wrong, Shemr?

As the Ethereal Horse looked back, he was looking at this one, as Shemr stared.

Shemru turns half an eye and mumbles when he looks at the pale horse with his neck cursorily small.

Then all of a sudden I reached out and pinched the cheek of the pale horse and pulled left and right.

"Suddenly, please, Hiccup's?

Ignoring the question of the Ethereal Horse, which suddenly makes his eyes black and white, Shemr continues to pull the Ethereal Horse's cheek with gnaw. Satisfied with his pale horse cheek for a while, Shemr finally let go of his finger. And as I convinced myself, yeah nod, then I said this.

"I knew you looked weird"

It is this dialogue, keeping the faces of the various people at bay. A pale horse protested as he rubbed both cheeks complaining of pain.

"That's terrible. I can't believe you suddenly pulled your cheeks off and looked weird."

In contrast, Shemr says with that rich chest and a good face.

"Look, Soma. I'm still not sure about human subtlety."

It is. Because the face itself is made differently in the first place, that's not impossible either. But the Ethereal Horse tried to complain that he was now even better at it. But only slightly before that, Shemr says.

"But still, I know you have a weird look."

The Ethereal Horse was sloppy.

Still stroking his own cheek, he said, "Really?" and deceive. Besides, Shemru showed him how good he sounded his nose.

"My eyes are pretty good when it comes to my 'you under the umbilical'"

Isn't that obnoxious?

Though he was an unexpectedly penetrating pale horse...

"You don't like the fight, do you?

I jammed the words with one word of that shemur.

"Besides, you don't like people hurting more than fighting. At my command, I don't like to see people I know get hurt. If it was even a war death, what would I do? I can't wait to think about that either. - That's the face."

It was a picture star.

In the last five years since we got Bornis, we have never been at peace. The debilitated soldiers of the Holmeer Country, who became bandits and bandits in the vicinity and plains of the city of Bornis, have done evil on occasion and have crusaded it repeatedly.

However, such bandit and bandit crusades are also a battle that is somewhat unshakeable but victorious for the Ethereal Horse, who possesses thousands of soldiers. Gallums the Ethereal Horse trusted. If the warring braves, it was only a battle to the extent that they could be believed to triumph without a single scratch.

But the next battle is different.

The opponent is the Holmeer country, known as the male in the western region. It's not all about that force. It beats itself in all respects, including supplies, including food, and the number of people who support it.

Normally, they are unbeatable enemies.

In order to defeat it, various measures have been contemplated during the last five years. But it is only a measure on the desk. That's not necessarily going to be a real success.

In the Ethereal Horse, who had just been informed of the failure of the measure to make the Holmeer State immobile by confronting the Romanian State, which he thought had now succeeded, his confidence in the measure had been shaken.

Nonetheless, anxiety sprang in the chest of the Ethereal Horse that his measures, which he hadn't tried to think much about until then, would fail and fail miserably to the Holmeer country. And it had grown with mukumuku over time, spreading large branches, and casting a dark shadow in the chest of the pale horse.

"Can't we still fight?

Asked in Shemr's gentle voice, the Ethereal Horse tells him clearly.

"I can't be, and I'm not going to be."

An aversion to war and the dignity of human life.

They were even engraved in the soul of a pale horse born and raised in peaceful modern Japan.

Even when we came to this world where battles were praised and warriors who took the lives of many were praised, it remained unchanged.

"I hate fighting."

With all this said, Shemru will sneer at me again.

That's what I thought.

Shemr nodded satisfactorily, however.

"That's my" you under the umbilical. "

Shemru sighed as if frightened at the pale horse surprised by the unexpected words. Shemr sticks his index finger to the chest of the Ethereal Horse.

"You already forgot, my" you under the umbilical. "I recognized you as' you under the umbilical 'not because you have the strength to save us. Not because you have the wisdom to enrich us."

Shemr laughs and shows.

"Because you're weak and gentle."

That was the word returned to Shemr when he asked him why he had made himself "you under the umbilical".

Remember that, the Ethereal Horse is hacked.

Shemru hoisted the edge of his mouth with his index finger to show it.

"And yet I say, 'Me, the strongest! I love fighting! Enemy, kill them all! When I say,' I regret that I didn't have eyes to see people, and I'm about to go to my wife or my witch-head to train to be a witch. '"

The Ethereal Horse erupted unexpectedly.

What Shemr did was apparently imitate Jaharn Gill.

"Usually, when I say I don't want to fight, you complain about pity."

When you twist it to include laughter, Shemr just says it's natural.

"That's the maiden heart that wants her 'you under the umbilical' to look good in front of others"

Besides, the Ethereal Horse has erupted again. And Shemr, let's see.

"What, the reaction? Out of my heart. I'm a pretty maiden."

I joked and said it, Shemr, but when I accidentally took it seriously, I stared at the pale horse.

"Soma. If you really don't like it, are you two going to run off to the plains?

To an unexpected suggestion, the Ethereal Horse said, "On the plain?" All I could do was reply to Oomu's return.

"That's right. You said you had a duty to help yourself by falling into this world. But you've already given us more than that. If you don't like it, we have nothing to bind you to."

In front of the astonishing Ethereal Horse, Shemr slapped herself in the chest with a dong.

"What, soma alone can feed me. I swear on my honor that I will not starve you under my umbilical cord."

The Ethereal Horse conjured up the life proposed by Shemr.

Shemr and I live in the tent in a great plain that stretches far beyond the horizon. Every day you do what you need to do and stay calm without being forced by anyone. That seemed so, so great.

But...

"I hope you're comfortable with that."

Ask Shemr like a prank, and return the Ethereal Horse with a bitter laugh.

"Yeah. - You can't."

I've already stepped out.

I recognized myself as the son of an abominable goddess, on that night five years ago.

I set out an ideal that I didn't believe in either for victory, in this city five years ago.

The Ethereal Horse gave up and mocked herself on her lips.

"Hey, Shemr?

"What, Soma?

To the small, necked shemur, the Ethereal Horse said after placing only a few moments between them.

"Winning this battle with Holmea probably isn't the end of it"

The Ethereal Horse had a hunch somehow.

Even the battle against this Holmeer country is only the beginning. He said we must continue to fight countless battles.

Yes. As that crazy goddess told me.

"From now on, I think I'll pile up a body like a mountain. I think I will stain this earth bright red with blood. That's not just enemies and allies. Involve even the people you don't care about and take lives you can't count. A lot of people would curse me like that. Destroyer, slaughterer..."

So the pale horse clenched his fist firmly for a long time.

"And on the pile of corpses I piled myself, in the sea of blood I let shed, I'm sure I'll come to an end."

The Ethereal Horse has a smile that will break if touched.

"Will you still follow me?

To the question of the Ethereal Horse, Shemr did not answer instantly.

When Shemru put her arms together in front of her breasts, she put a crease between her eyebrows and her nose.

The pale horse felt the unpleasant sweat transmit his spine to Shemr's reaction, which he had not even thought of.

Almost intolerable to his anxiety and impatience, Shemr finally opens his mouth.

"Hey, Soma."

Shemr goes on to say to the pale horse, who makes his body tremble tiny.

"Is there something you said that would keep me away from you?

The Ethereal Horse was distracted.

Before that, Shemr says by counting the fingers.

"If there are so many fights, I'll have to fight and defend them instead of the soma I can't fight. If a lot of people curse, I must be cursed along with them. If Soma can't breathe in a pile of corpses or a sea of blood, next to it is where I die. - Mm-hmm. There's no reason for me to leave Soma."

Shemr shook his neck small, left and right, as he told him to do it, when he put his hand on his hips.

"Damn, my" You Under the Umbrella "is oblivious and troublesome. I told you. I made you" you under the umbilicus "because I wanted to walk with you, and because I was determined to bear all the sins that you would have done together."

"Right. - Yeah. You did."

Shemr had a little bump at his fingertips at the forehead of a pale horse squirming like a bite.

"I tell you, it's no use trying to keep me away. You see, I'm stubborn. Once I've recognized you as" you under the umbilical, "I'll stick with you even if you die."

"That's scary."

"I suppose so. She's scared."

The laughter between the two continued for a while.

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When Shemr and the broken up Ethereal Horse enter the bedroom, they change into bedtime clothes, remove the bowl roll and prepare to go to bed. Then he blew out the lights that had been dotted.

Then comes the darkness dyed pale by moonlight.

In it, the Ethereal Horse tried to lie on the sleeping table.

But that leg stops perfectly.

Until then, the conversation with Shemr makes me feel lighter, and the face of the pale horse, which had even a thin grin, stiffly frightens me.

And when he looked up at the ceiling, he saw the pale moon shining in the sky through the holes of brightness.

It is a beautiful moon.

Yes. On such a beautiful night of the moon, we feel our gaze.

You look at your skin as if it were a jerk. Gaze at your body as if it were a snake. You feel such a miserable gaze.

"... you're here, aren't you?

The whining of the Ethereal Horse dissolves and disappears in the twinkles of the night.

But regardless, the Ethereal Horse continued.

"I know you are. Come out."

Then, from the darkness in one corner of the room, a girl in a piercing coat, like a white piece, appeared plush.

"What the hell can I do for you? My darling, my darling, my pale horse?

The stainless girl's forehead was lit with an engraving that soaked a bloody red light.