Hakai no Miko

It looked like a girl.

But that's not something cute, like a girl.

This is so old.

This is a terrible thing.

Ethereal horse instincts continued to ring the biggest alarm from earlier.

What proves that it is not erroneous is that it seems to combine a glittering 8 and ∞ on the girl's forehead, a creepy engraving where two snakes devoured each other's tails also appear to wander.

It is the engraving of Aura, goddess of death and destruction.

"I knew you were there, Aura"

Though I was half sure, I felt the Ethereal Horse overwhelmed when I saw the appearance in front of him in this way.

"Looks like peeping is still my hobby."

Even though he still tore the skin of the adorable girl and was subjected to the kind of fear and disgust that something in her appeared drooling, the Ethereal Horse slapped his hatred in order to make herself stand up excited.

Because if I didn't, I would have succumbed to the girl in front of me, with fear.

Aura shines and shows such a vain Ethereal Horse.

"Terrible, my pale horse. Because you can watch something so good. There's no way I can stand it."

Aura cuddles her own shoulders and shook them with emotion to show them.

"Oh! What an inspiring sight. A master who still does not lose a gentle heart and who is heartbroken for people to hurt and lose their lives. And a minister who is just loyal to his lord. Oh, how beautiful! What a heartbreaker!

Aura's face, dyed to her cheeks and talking like she was intoxicated, changes.

"But it's very funny."

What comes to mind in that face is the expression of contempt as if looking down even in filth.

"The often tragic and comedy is the table and back of a single coin. Even the protagonist of the tragedy will turn into a comedy dogma if he changes his perspective. Even if he is desperate, if viewed from a distance, it is an unexpectedly waving dance of dogma. My distressed (selfish) child if you change your perspective a little too"

Aura laughs asshole against that white throat.

"Because she's your starting point and your reaching point. She is the earth that thou shalt stand in this world, and the sky which thou gavest. She is your question, the very solution you seek.

You know it, show it in pain, show it in worry, give it an answer, you're just like a waste of time kid. Oh! How funny. I wonder how unusual it is. Hey, my stupid Ethereal Horse. "

To that painful insult, the Ethereal Horse raises an angry voice.

"Don't say anything about me and Shemr, you demon!

However, Aura continues to mock (bruise) Ethereal Horse's curse so that she doesn't even feel any itching.

"Oh. If it's that important, why don't you stick it in the box? It would be hard if I lost it. Yes, it's going to be a big deal. It's gonna be very, very hard."

To the mouthfeel of that Aura, the Ethereal Horse was frightened.

"No way, are you going to do something to Shemr?!"

Aura laughs cously at the pale horse trembling at her unpleasant hunch.

"I told you, my forgotten Ethereal Horse. I'm just looking at you. Just watching. I'm not going to do anything."

"Can you believe it!

The Ethereal Horse says back in absurdity.

"You're always happy to have me! Even in the present situation, yes! Isn't it your fault that Holmeer attacked us?!"

The measure of buying time by looking at Holmea and Romanias together should have been almost successful. That was just overshadowed all at once. Holmeer's strongest army is about to be turned over.

This situation just seems to be what Aura wants to fight herself over.

To the suspicion of the pale horse, Aura mocked.

"That this situation is my fault? Oh, how arrogant. Oh, how I don't know who I am. You think you're in control of everything in this world? There are more people in this world than you can count. And someone you don't know is acting like you don't know, with a purpose you don't know. And yet what an arrogant pale horse of mine to blame them all"

To Aura's mockery, the Ethereal Horse blushes in shame.

"I know that!

They poked me where it hurt, but still the Ethereal Horse couldn't help but say it back.

"It's about you sexually evil! Even if they suspect you, you deserve it?!"

Aura makes a wounded face at this pale horse's quarrel.

"Oh, my God, I can't believe it. My dear Ethereal Horse. When did I harass you, sweetheart? Darling, darling, have I ever troubled you?

"Don't be ridiculous!

The pale horse, who had been loathed by Aura until now, his anger boiled over his thick, shameless words. Poke your finger at the cloudy Aura and strangle her.

"Even the grace I gave you!"

Over the past five years, the Ethereal Horse has also looked into the grace that the gods give. And the more I looked into it, the more I found out how my grace was heterogeneous.

Grace is the grace and mercy that God sends down to men.

Looking at your son's record of being in the past, there was no such thing as something that would only be detrimental to those given like the grace of a pale horse.

Speaking of the closest, that would be Shemr's grace. But it is what she herself sought to discipline herself to the God of the Beast. And even that had been given the benefit of punishing those who unjustly invaded her pride.

The grace of an Ethereal Horse was unparalleled.

The Ethereal Horse was exasperated when it was well said that he had given such grace and had never harassed or otherwise.

But...

"Hey, pale horse -"

Aura laughs nitarily.

"- You really think so?

To Aura's mockery, the Ethereal Horse laughs back with her nose.

"You don't think I'm ready to hurt and kill people directly now?

If your grace were to help, it would be to the extent of avoiding hurting or killing people with your own hands on the grounds of grace at best. In fact, the Ethereal Horse has never directly hurt or killed a person since he came to this world. It is true that it reduced the burden on the hearts and minds of the pale horses coming from peaceful modern Japan without a small amount.

But that's also a story of the past.

In the five years since we came to govern this city of Bornis, the Ethereal Horse has taken many lives, let alone directly. That's not just about crusading bandits and bandits. They have condemned the sinners in the city to death by law, and sometimes they have been executed.

Even now it is a lie when it comes to not being able to resist hurting or killing people directly. But I was already going to have as much readiness and experience as I could have.

But Aura laughs as she mocks (bruises) the ignorant.

"What a stupid Ethereal Horse. I'm not talking about anything that's easy to get over. I'm not getting used to that."

Unexpectedly, then Aura comes closer. The Ethereal Horse was plunged into the void by the motion, which had no foretaste of it, and could not stop Aura from pinching her cheeks from left to right with both hands.

And Aura says with her face close as she peeks into the eyes of a pale horse.

"The truth is, have you ever felt good about this grace? The truth is, have you ever felt helped by such grace? Hey, my pale horse?

There can't be any such thing.

The Ethereal Horse tries to laugh off like that.

But I couldn't do that.

Aura's eyes stain with abuse.

"Oh, I knew you'd noticed. My Liar Ethereal Horse"

The Ethereal Horse, who returned me to Aura's words, denies it.

"Don't be stupid! That's not true! No way!!"

The Ethereal Horse shook his face violently, left and right, escaping Aura's confinement. And I lagged behind trying to stay away from Aura at all, but my legs snapped and I buttcake on the spot.

To that appearance, Aura stuck her mouth out a little like a shin child.

"You can't get along, my pale horse. But if you say so much, I'll give you a special favor that you want."

The Ethereal Horse rounds his eyes to Aura's suggestion, which he does not even think about.

"My stupid Ethereal Horse. What kind of favor do you want? What power would you like?

On a pale horse with an ass cake, Aura slowly walks over.

"A spell that leads to death just hoping for someone hostile? Force to defeat 10,000 soldiers on a single horseback? The power to destroy a million troops with one spell? The immortal power that keeps all death away? Or even a Ugly Maiden, the power of charm to wet her crotch like a whore if she can stare at you?

And like the Mercy Mother who tries to embrace my son, like the Iron Virgin who tries to bring the victims into the womb where countless needles grew, Aura slowly and opens her arms wide.

"Whatever, whatever, whatever! I'll give you the strength you want, my stupid, cute Ethereal Horse."

To look down at the pale horse, who still had the buttocks on, a gleaming engraving on his two eyes and forehead glistened red in the face of Aura, who had fallen into a nagging shade.