Hakai no Miko

That was the power that a boy (Jibu), who knew nothing in modern Japan, had dreamed of.

When I went to another world, I wanted this power, and I wanted to try this activity, that's the power I was hoping for.

It was the power that the boy who had just fallen into the world (Jibu) was craving.

This is the power I truly hoped for when I saw the imminent enemy's army in front of me when I tried to overthrow the forts and cities of my enemies.

But it was neither joy nor relief that sprung up in the chest of the Ethereal Horse who was told to actually give them.

It was fear.

The face of the pale horse loses its blood and turns pale. A body with uncomfortable sweat (flaking) can't move as one tongue instead of one finger. Contrary to that, I couldn't stop breathing as hard and fast as if I was out of acid.

"What's wrong, my pale horse? Say what power you want. The power you seek. Come on, come on, saaa!

The Ethereal Horse could not answer Aura's sudden decision.

What happens if you gain such power? What happens if you gain such power?

The Ethereal Horse was frozen by the prediction.

In front of the Ethereal Horse, who will not reply forever, Aura shows her neck tied up a bit.

"Oh, you're reluctant, my cowardly Ethereal Horse"

So, unexpectedly, when Aura let her face shine, she made a noise and joined her hands.

"That's right! I've come up with something good."

In front of a pale horse who marvels at what, Aura says with her eyes shining like a child who makes a stunning suggestion.

"I'll give you everything!

For a moment, the Ethereal Horse couldn't understand Aura's words.

But when Aura's words were understood only slightly late, a screaming sound leaked out of the throat of the Ethereal Horse that she had pushed to death.

Ignoring such a pale horse, Aura continued her words as a delight.

"To you, I give it all! I'll give you everything! Curse and kill men, defeat ten thousand soldiers, destroy a million armies, turn away every death, and attract men. I give you all that power!

And he smiles at the pale horse, who still can't move one.

"Aren't you happy, my pale horse?

But the smile, the grin of the beast.

It was the grin of a carnivore who captured, nabbed, and finally tried to eat his pathetic prey.

With such a grin, Aura stretches her fingers to the engraving of the Ethereal Horse's forehead, as she did when she now bestowed her grace.

As if to snub, the Ethereal Horse slowly twitches its fingers stretched toward the engraving of its forehead -.

"No, don't!

I made a bash noise and paid it off.

The silence that makes my ears hurt fills my surroundings.

The silence seemed silent reprimand to the pale horse, who now remembers fear for what he did. I couldn't see Aura's face at all, I just had to lie down and wait for the hour to pass.

But what reached the ear of the Ethereal Horse, which was becoming more and more intolerable to the silence, was a sneaky laugh called Couscous.

"Right, right. You don't need that power, do you, my pale horse?"

There was no shadow of anger or disappointment in Aura's face when she said she was rejected.

"That's the right choice, my clever pale horse"

On the contrary, what was floating in Aura's mouth was a laugh of joy.

"Such power is not the power of men. It's the power of something unusual. If you gain such power, you are no longer a person. It becomes something in the shape of a person. It will end. Yes, it's not people, it's closer to us than people. He's so close to God!

Aura, forcefully asserting, turns around and says gently as if to teach.

"But, pale horse. Whether we are worshipped as gods or glorified as gods, it is because we are far from people.

People stay away because they fear. People worship because they are afraid. Feared, awed, driven far away, just admired. That's God. That's us.

But something next to people, with the same power as such a god. Not a man, not a god, something. That's what people call it. "

After putting aside enough time to breathe and exhale, Aura said clearly one sound at a time.

"Monster"

And Aura says roughly, like a witch who tells her what to do.

"No matter how useful a person may be, no matter how much respect may be directed, no matter how much praise may be offered, no matter what admiration (ako) you gather, you cannot be a god with God's power, you become a monster. I'm gonna be a monster."

Aura looked down with pity at the pale horse still holding the buttocks.

Because people are weak.

Aura leans back on her knees and peeks into the face of the Ethereal Horse.

"Who doesn't dislike the spell that brings people to death just by wishing? Who doesn't fear the force of defeating 10,000 soldiers? Who wouldn't be frightened by the magic of destroying a million troops with one spell? Who wouldn't be jealous of the power of immortality that keeps all death away? Who has the courage to expose their loved ones before the power to attract even the Ugly Maiden?

Aura smiles abusively at the appearance of a pale horse who can't even answer.

"There's no one like that, my pale horse."

To Aura's words, the Ethereal Horse shook his body slightly in a vicious manner.

Around such a pale horse, Aura spreads her arms, circling in circles.

"Because a man is weak, he fears what his power cannot reach. Because people are weak, they are afraid of things they do not understand. A man is feared, feared, feared, and made into a monster. I make it a monster. And there's only one fate waiting for the monster"

Like saying she couldn't stand pity, Aura trembles with her own shoulders.

"To be overthrown by men, to bring the end of the story to light with their lives."

The Ethereal Horse could not deny Aura's words.

This was true of the comics and novels I was reading when I was in modern Japan. It was not the enemy who suffered the most from the protagonists who gained mighty power who were not men.

It was a man who was supposed to be on his side. He was the one who was supposed to protect him. He was the one who was supposed to have helped. It was the rejection directed against them that broke the hero's heart the most. It was the betrayal by them that most trapped the protagonist.

Who can say the same thing can't happen?

Who can tell you that won't get you down?

"But, you know, my cute pale horse. If you really wanted to save everyone, you should have become a monster. We should have been monsters who saved many but were afraid, kept away and one day would be defeated by people"

So Aura shook her head small, left and right.

"No. You're already a monster. It's a monster named Poison that drives the world crazy and drives people to death.

That's why you want to be a weak man, right? You wish you were a tiny man, don't you?

Don't let everyone scare you, don't let everyone hate you, don't be alone. It's like wearing the fur of a pretty little goat to keep the rustling wolf from being scared by everyone. "

Aura wore softly from her head the fur of the child goat she had removed from somewhere. And make it sound like a child goat.

"Meh-meh. I'm not scared. Meh. Meh. I'm not dangerous. Because..."

Aura pulled it off at once when she put her hand on the head of the fur she had just worn.

It wasn't Aura who looked like a girl who showed up from under it.

There it was, the boy's face with an engraving on his forehead.

The boy says, shaping a grin that rips his lips to his ears.

"I can't hurt anyone with my hands. You can't break anything with my hands."

Besides, the pale horse screamed.

Trying to stay away from the boy in front of you at all, he leans back with his ass on. But that back hit something soft.

"But you, pretending to be such a weak, tiny person, are the scariest"

Faster than the Ethereal Horse looks back, the arms of a white, thin girl are turned from behind to the neck of the Ethereal Horse with its voice.

It was Aura.

So, who's in front of you?

When the Ethereal Horse returns his gaze, it is a single mirror that was there in place of Aura. Aura, reflected there, laughs as she hugs the head of a pale horse from behind.

"Hey, my pale horse. You asked if you would follow her, didn't you? But you should have known. You should have known she was the only one who would follow you, even if no one else followed you. The truth is, you wanted to ask me something else, didn't you?

Then the mouth of the pale horse reflected in the mirror moves regardless of the person.

"Everyone will follow me, believe me?

To his words reflected in the mirror, the Ethereal Horse felt the shock of being stabbed through his chest. Aura leans her lips in the ears of such a pale horse.

"You're worried. You'll worry, won't you, my cowardly Ethereal Horse? The enemies we're going to fight are stronger than ourselves. I deal with that, so does everyone really follow me, follow me, or believe me? Like that day five years ago, like that time five years ago, you can't wait to worry and worry.

But you do realize that already, don't you? You're already thinking about it, aren't you? Then you just have to do it without getting lost. Like that day five years ago, like that time five years ago. "

The complexion of the pale horse listening to Aura even seemed like a dead man through the blue and white already.

"No matter how heroes inspire courage, no matter how brave men say they can beat their enemies, the weak and the little ones can't believe it from the bottom of their hearts. Because he's a chosen man, both hero and brave, so he's different from us because he's special.

But you're not. Your voice will reach you. Your voice sounds. I can be you.

Because you're just as weak and tiny as everyone else. "

Aura, leaking couscous and sneaky laughter, leaves the Ethereal Horse.

"Yes, my pale horse. You can't be one horrible monster by yourself without any special powers. But if you don't have any special powers, you can be the will of a giant, mighty monster with tens of millions of people."

As if she were a phoenix trying to fly with her wings wide open, Aura spread her arms wide.

"Oh, what a horrible pale horse of mine. You have to let everyone do it. Killing a hostile man, defeating ten thousand soldiers, destroying a million armies, engraving his name forever in history, fascinating men. Guys, you let those who believe in you do it, not your own power. Let those you have made believe do it.

And on the pile of corpses that we've all piled up, in the sea of blood that we've all shed, you alone remain clean and breathless!

What a horrible, decadent and beautiful sight that is!

"No! I wouldn't do that!

The Ethereal Horse raised a voice of denial.

"No. I'm sure you'll break everything. I'm sure you even broke the precept you imposed on yourself. And I'm sure you'll destroy the world!

Aura turned that white throat and laughed with guerraggera.

"Oh, Ethereal Horse, Ethereal Horse, Ethereal Horse! Destroy, break, break! You are my darling! Son of my destruction!

With the voice of a tall girl, with the groaning voice of an old beast, the Ethereal Horse could only endure desperately by blocking her ears to tell Aura so.

So the pale horse wakes up, ha-ha.

He was a pale horse who often became confused because he didn't understand his situation, but he finally realized that he was lying on his sleeping table. Leaving him lying on the bunk while withstanding the unpleasant sweat that covered his skin carefully, he moved only his eyes and wandered through the dark bedroom.

But there's no trace of that sexually vicious goddess there left as one. It seems as if what happened earlier was really just a nightmare.

But still, in the ears of the Ethereal Horse, the aftertaste of that laughter of Aura crept away.

When the Ethereal Horse makes a fist grip with his right hand, he slaps it on the sleeping cloth. The soft sound of a cloth pounding my face echoed into the quiet bedroom.

"... Also, do you do it? Do we have to do this?"

Always, yes. It always is.

That sexually evil goddess is just pressing for a choice. They stick a future in front of them that they don't want to think about, the fact that they want to deny what they want to divert their attention from.

But I never order you to do anything.

I'm just telling myself to make a choice.

Still, in a situation where he had to choose it, the Ethereal Horse tapped the cloth with more force than earlier.

"Look, Aura. I can't right now, but at the end of the day, you're gonna do exactly what you want."

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The next morning, thousands of people were gathered in the city square in Bornis.

It is the soldiers of the Ethereal Horse, who are predominantly the warriors of Zoan. He was gathered here to perform a battle against the Holmeer nation. Also, the city dwellers who tried to see it were watching it in far-flung windows.

Among them, the black-haired brave Faggle Gargus Gallum, who became the chief of the Fang Clan and the great chief of all Zoan of the Sorbiant Plains, and who also had a high call with the strongest of the plains, had arms wrapped around him with a lumped face.

There's a reason Garam looks grumpy.

In fact, in the original description of the Ethereal Horse, the crossing was supposed to be raided and controlled before the Holmeer State could be put on alert. For that reason, he heard that the outing ceremony would be very modest and concise so as not to be distracted by the Holmeer State.

The Ethereal Horse told him that after this morning he would perform an appearance ceremony in front of all the soldiers he could muster.

Many have beheaded this sudden circular, but it is not uncommon for the Ethereal Horse to suddenly make a proposal that does not even their own mind. That was something Gallum was well aware of, too, but he just didn't understand what it meant to have an appearance ceremony like this on his face before trying to assault an enemy.

Because of these unintelligible thoughts, Gallam remained silent for a long time.

"Hey, it's Gallum. Are you listening to something?

It is the red-haired warrior Kraga Bigana Zug, who is called the chief of the Claw Clan and stands alongside Galam.

"Pippi and the others are monitoring me for suspicious people, but I don't think it would be a good idea to have an appearance ceremony like this."

Zoog looks up at the sky as he scratches Polypoli and his own cheeks with his fingertips. There, large shadows like many birds were arcing and flying.

"... I don't know. -" Elegant Fangs, "he also said, would be Soma's idea."

Gallum came to tell her about the outing ceremony. She told her sister the words she returned when she asked her.

Then Gallum, remembering that time, creases further between his eyebrows.

While my sister, I worry that I will be too blind to anything at all. No matter how much "you under the umbilical," you should question the other person's words and actions for a bit. If people advise, they say, "If you worry too much, you'll lose your proud hair." Damn, if I were that sister......

Zoog pokes his elbow through the flank of Garam, who was thinking about that.

"Hey, Lord Soma's here."

Besides, when Garam raised his face, he could see a pale horse walking according to Shemr.

Across the front of the soldiers deliberately for their appearance, the Ethereal Horse, who came to the tall platform rapidly prepared for this outing ceremony, climbs onto the platform alone when he holds Shemr on the spot.

He was an Ethereal Horse who stood on the platform and looked down at the soldiers aligning, but did nothing soon.

I do not appeal to the legitimacy of the fight against the Holmeer State, let alone to issue an ordinance to appear in battle. He just glanced down at the soldier with his arms around him.

And from among the soldiers, there is a voice that says, "Be quiet." Those who were in the place of the Iron Proclamation five years ago. There are also voices of those who remember the "Iron Manifesto," where the blurring disappears sooner than five years ago and the scene calms down so much that it is unlikely that there are thousands of people.

And then the Ethereal Horse, who confirmed it, slowly unwrapped his arms, finally opened his mouth.

"I hate fighting."