Hakai no Miko

All those who were there doubted my ears.

It is an outing before the important battle to finally decide between the Holmeer country and the female male. In it, whoever is going to lead and fight everyone has denied the battle. Those who were on the spot could not hide their confusion in a situation that could not even be imagined by this everyone.

First I doubt my ears, check my surrounding reactions to see if it wasn't some kind of mishearing, and still I can't help but believe it.

But toward those bewildered, the Ethereal Horse said again.

"I hate fighting."

Those who doubted their ears in the repeated words are convinced that it was not a mistake to hear.

And with that certainty, further confusion spread.

But the Ethereal Horse ignores those perplexes and says even more astonishing.

"That's because I'm a coward. Because you're a coward."

Following the statement that you hate battle, now you despise yourself as a coward. It is the brave men who are here to fight for their lives from now on. It was incredible to think of ourselves as cowardly, in front of warriors who would lie joyfully about the battle and glorify their death on the battlefield.

Ethereal horses continue to speak pale as they gather everyone's suspicious eyes.

"I just get stared at with a scared face, and I don't feel like I've done anything wrong. If it's like being yelled at, my stomach shrinks and I tremble.

I don't like it when you look sad either. Because I can't help but feel sad for myself.

It's also hard to see someone hurt and suffering. Because I want to do something for you, but I'm reminded that I don't have that power, and I just have to strike and tremble helplessly. "

The Ethereal Horse raised his right arm high so that it could be seen by everyone.

"And I'm weak. - Look at this arm. Thin, weak arms. Not a very capable hand to fight with swords and spears. Instead of defeating the enemy, you will accidentally throw your sword at your side"

Next, the Ethereal Horse pointed to his body.

"Look at my body. It's a poor body with no shards of sagging. Even if you fought, you'd make a sound soon enough. On the contrary, it is decided that just wearing heavy armor will make me breathe up and unable to move"

I look around everyone's face flashing at my words, and then the Ethereal Horse tells me clearly.

"So I hate fighting."

As the Ethereal Horse speaks, the colour of the eyes of those who were listening to it changes.

It was the colour of doubt.

Is it good to follow a guy who says this? Is it okay to follow a guy like this?

It was the colour of contempt.

Do we have to obey a guy like this? Do I have to follow a guy like this?

The Ethereal Horse continues to speak even more without adhering to such changes in gaze that can be directed at him.

"But this hand can do better than to fight, than to hold the sword. For example, this hand can produce great things. - One of them is Zoan's kennel. I don't think it was created out of Zoan's hands with sharp nails, that fine design has something to keep an eye on."

To the words, Zoan's warriors reacted slightly. A kernel is a Zoan craft that polishes the horns of a cow to sculpt elaborate patterns or carve out sculptures.

"So is elf woodworking. Instead of just carving it out of the wood, even the twists and distortions that individual trees have are enclosed, and I can only say that it is brilliant to make it one piece"

Besides, the elf women moved their ears slightly, skillfully.

"As far as glass vessels go, there will no longer be anything else to admire. It's magical how just sand can be such a beautiful, radiant vessel of glass."

The dwarves naturally rubbed their mustaches on their faces.

"A map of this city, used by many people. This is only possible with the help of Harpuan, whose hands have been winged. No, you could say Harpuan made the map"

Besides, the Harpurans proudly move their wings to show.

"A large stone used as a foundation for buildings and buildings all over the city. Without the power of the Dinosaurians, it would have been impossible to carry. It's no surprise to say that all the buildings in this city were built by their power"

At the time, Dinosaurians complained about why they had to be driven out into civil work, proudly chested.

"And the field of wheat, which stretcheth out over the plains, was also made to grow by the hand of men. Its wheat fields are the time of harvest, and the sight of golden wheat ears soaring in the wind is nothing but touching.

So is this city. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the township, which was so vastly expanded that it could not be compared to five years ago, is precisely the crystal of the efforts of many "

The people of the city, who had been the audience, also nodded loudly at it.

"And this hand doesn't just make things. This hand can touch someone. You can connect with someone.

For example, you would be able to hold a friend's hand. The heat and strength transmitted when you hold the hand of a friend who can share both pain and joy. It would be a great pleasure to feel that.

For example, this hand will be able to hold the beloved. The warmth I feel when I embrace my beloved. And that heartbeat in the chest that comes through must be a joy.

For example, you would be able to hold my child up. It's still a small, unreliable life, but one day it's a life that stands side by side with itself and overtakes it. And it will be more than any joy to feel the weight of that precious life that connects our will and our lives to a distant future. "

Close your mouth for a while and then the Ethereal Horse says in a gentle tone so that you wait for your words to stain enough.

"So I don't want to fight."

Keep your voice lower than before and repeat the same words.

That's why I don't want to fight.

I say even weaker.

"I don't want to fight."

The square became quieter and quieter so that it could be followed by the voice of the pale horse, which would then become smaller and weaker.

It sucks.

In a quiet square, Garam thought so.

And those who were about to lead themselves into battle denied the battle.

Now if I were to say the clean thing about human life being honorable, I could also rebel that it was a sweet ideal. I could even laugh with my nose that it was the shit of the weak. I could also despise the worldly myths of the weak.

But what the Ethereal Horse mentioned is a very natural and mediocre happiness.

Everyone understands. Everyone has been through this before. Such a natural and mediocre happiness.

No matter how brave a warrior is, no one knows the joy of choosing a drink with a friend. No one can deny the joy of holding a beloved. There is no one who can reject the love that holds my child.

It's only because it's so obvious that everyone will empathize with it and everyone will be convinced. And I can't deny that.

This couldn't have boosted the morale of the warriors. Instead, it would be good to say that it fell to the ground.

I no longer have to drag Soma down from that place by force, but I have to make him stop.

Yes, Gallum was determined and tried to step forward.

But that leg stops.

That's because I saw Shemr under the platform where the Ethereal Horse stood.

I'm not surprised or anxious that it was floating in Shemr's face. What was floating there is a bitter laugh. Besides, it's not like denying it, it's obviously a favorable bitterness.

My "you under the umbilical" started doing interesting things again.

It is the grin of those who believe so and do not doubt.

"Hey, it's Gallum. What do we do?"

Zug, who was worried there the same, whispered and said to cover his surroundings.

Relax. It's Angry Claws.

Gallum turns his belly.

"Known among Zoan as a stranger, what do you come up with about this?"

If they say it with such a provocative grin, Zoog won't be able to say anything.

When Zoog, who decided that he would have to get himself hungry if this happened, put his arms around him so that he could stick with Gallum and turn back to the front, the Ethereal Horse standing on the platform just about opened his mouth.

"But there are times when we still have to fight"

In a quiet square, the voice of that pale horse, which was never loud, echoed in a daze.

"There are times when we have to fight!

Furthermore, I said it with a slightly stronger tone than earlier.

"There's a time to fight!

And at the end of the day, he shouted out loud and said it all to everyone.

"I never fight. Nobody gets hurt. I said that. I don't mind being killed. Because I die with self-satisfaction that I have kept my faith alive. And if that brings the battle to an end, I will embrace death with pride in my heart."

The Ethereal Horse waved her arms to the side loudly, as she abandoned the words she had just said.

"But that doesn't end the fight! The enemies who killed me - I'm sure they'll take what we created because of them. Those who do not even want to know the enthusiasm of those who have made it, pollute what we have produced with their hands covered in blood and mud! You burn down the houses that your loved ones built so they wouldn't tremble in the cold without thinking about it!

I'm sure they'll attack our friends. Tear apart and stab my friends who had smiled and drank with me until yesterday, my dear friends who had shared their dreams with me, with swords and spears painted with my blood!

I'm sure they'll attack the people we love. My wife is in front of my husband, my daughter is in front of my father, my mother is in front of my son, my sister is in front of my brother, my lover is in front of my lover, and my loved ones are attacked, robbed, and humiliated by all the people who wear their skins!

I'm sure they will enslave the children we should dream of. Using his anger and fists, he tramples on his freedom and dignity, wears an abominable collar and shackles, and takes him on a horrible plaid carriage to an unknown place. And that's where they taste more intolerable humiliation than death and unspeakable blame bitterness in words, killing them like bugs after suffering, suffering and suffering!

Everyone loses their words to the words of the Ethereal Horse.

For Zoan, that is their own predicament until only five years ago.

When will I, my friends, and my family, be hunted out by humans and killed like beasts? It was new to my memory that I was frightened in those days of anxiety.

For many of the non-human races on this occasion, it is exactly what we have experienced.

And many of them were brought into the land, humiliated, and shackled, and enslaved. Even if the marks already struck with a whip or wounds made of collars or shackles are healing, the burning marks pressed on the body and above all the wounds engraved in the heart will never disappear.

Nor were there any other personnel for the inhabitants of the city.

It is only natural for a city invaded by an enemy nation to be plundered in this world where the herds of men divide and contest each other.

And some of them who thought of it gave up.

This is the world, so it's natural. You cannot resist the strong. The weak have no choice but to give up.

But the pale horse denies it.

"That's something you shouldn't forgive"

The Ethereal Horse said clearly.

"That's unforgivable."

The Ethereal Horse said in a resolute tone.

"I'm gonna let that happen!

The Ethereal Horse told him to punch his anger.

"I'm a timid, weak man. But it's not cowardice not to abandon faith in something important until you see your loved ones deprived and humiliated. That's cowardice! He's a coward who runs away because of his own beliefs! I'm a coward, but I'm not a coward. I'm weak, but I don't want to be a coward!

So the Ethereal Horse breathes heavily and exhales the inquiry with a beating voice.

"Then what do I do?!"

In this sudden inquiry, everyone tries to ask for the answer.

And before reaching that answer, the Ethereal Horse screamed. In an attempt to seek an answer, he punches a wedge (wedge) into a slightly formed gap of thought, but taps the answer with a powerful voice.

"We have to fight!

Those who were lost in search of answers unwittingly reach for answers like the thread of salvation offered in front of them. Even if that wasn't a yarn of salvation, a fishing line with needles that caught people, I had to reach for it.

The more those who looked down on themselves as cowards, the more they despised themselves as soft and weak, the more they had to fight, let alone think that they should also fight. No, they think so.

From the depths of everyone's mind came mundane and enthusiastic emotions.

It is a war will.

Anger at irrational violence and hatred of violent aggressors overflowed (flooded) in everyone's minds as they became hot wars.

But to blow it up, it's too early. We have to be more repressed and more frightened.

Towards those who get hot, the Ethereal Horse callously tells of the status quo in which they were placed.

"But the enemy is too mighty to fight. The Holmeer nation, which is coming to defeat us, is a mighty nation even known as the male of the West Side. And it was the Black Wall, Holmeer's strongest army."

From among the audience, the twist rose.

Once upon a time, the city was part of the Holmeer Nation. If its inhabitants, the name of Holmea's strongest army, the Black Wall, is heard with its strength.

And bitter groans were also leaked from Zoan's warriors.

Because that legion is the enemy of the cause that defeated and ravaged their fathers more than thirty years ago and took the plains from Zoan's hands.

"By contrast, we are a small force with only a few peripheral cities. The breadth of the sphere of power, the number of people living there, the food stored and the wealth produced. In any case, we are inferior.

That's not all! Right now, the number of enemies we've been directed to reaches 20,000, and we totalled less than 7,000. Not even half. Speaking of beating enemies with this, I can't tell you how unfamiliar I am. It will be filled with a dream story and a nose. They'll laugh at the paranoia of fools who don't know the world. "

A ruthless reality thrust one after the other by a pale horse.

But that doesn't diminish everyone's will to fight. Anger over irrational violence, which has already been burned by the Ethereal Horse, does not diminish, even if hatred toward the violent aggressor is too great.

How do I deal with this bullish thought? What am I supposed to do?

I don't know that, I'm just lost.

And the Ethereal Horse gives direction to its lost thoughts.

"But I want you to remember.

Who would have believed that only one human child, who suddenly came to the plains, not knowing the right or left, could gain the trust of Zoan, who is hostile to man? Who would have listened to a horrible Holmeer soldier when he said he could take down a fort or a city? Who couldn't help laughing when he said he could defeat the great army led by General Darius, who was called that Holmeer's best general? Who could have thought it was a dream story to say that it would develop this city so much that it was just a city on the border?

What the Ethereal Horse mentioned one after the other was what he had accomplished since he fell into this world.

You don't have to exaggerate to enumerate that. Just build up your track record. That's all the credit I did. The pride. Many of the facts that should be called feats that are only pale without exaggeration become even more formidable shocks to everyone's ears.

"Five years ago, you'd be smiling at whoever asked, 'That can't be stupid'. 'It's impossible,' they would have questioned my sanity. But I did it. This is what I did!

Out of the audience, oh! The twist rose.

It is the voice of expectation.

No matter how horrible the enemy is, no matter how mighty the country is, this man will not lose. Expectations grow that this person can win.

Thoughts that had been suppressed tried to get some direction to go.

"But I can't beat the enemy!

But the Ethereal Horse denied it himself.

You can't just rely on yourself.

"Fighting is not something you can do alone. Besides, I am a coward and weak. At last, I won't win alone. [M] So what do I do?!"

The pale horse, I knew.

That, in this way, there will always be someone who will return the answer. To put it this way, that she would surely return the answer.

And she will not betray that expectation.

"Then it's decided!

So it was Shemr who raised his voice.

"We need to be the swords of our soma, we need to fight, we need to be the shields of our soma, we need to protect it!

She is the Son of God the Beast. And no Zoan knows of the grace bestowed on her. The words spoken from her mouth are exactly the same for Zoan and the others. There are no Zoans who are not impressed by this. There are no warriors who can't stand up for blood.

"That's right! All you have to do is fight according to the life of our king Soma!

"Yes! We fight with the King of the Nation!

"We shall be the blades of kings!

One by one, the warriors of Zoan raise their voices of consent. And the fanaticism infects those other than Zoan.

"We will follow God's life and fight, too!

"My bow and arrow, for God's sake!

"On this scale, with my strength!

"Let's take our swords and fight too!

The Ethereal Horse often immerses himself in the voice raised by men of all races to offer the sword to themselves. Then, as if to show off, he slowly raised his right hand with his palm open and showed it high. Then, feeling the gaze of those who were on the spot gather in their right hand, the Ethereal Horse clenches his fist all the way as if to grab something.

Then those who stood up so loud shut their mouths perfectly.

The Ethereal Horse merely squeezed his hand. But that's all, because we remembered the shock as if they had grabbed our own hearts.

The Ethereal Horse, who confirmed that everyone had closed their mouths, speaks even more.

"Neither the battle five years ago nor the development of the last five years was accomplished by me alone. It wasn't just me. [M]

That's right! It was only with me and everyone that we made the impossible possible for the first time and turned our dream stories into reality! I'm not the only one. [M] By the power of me and everyone!

A reverence for the feat accomplished by the Ethereal Horse. The feat was not only the power of the Ethereal Horse, but it was itself at the edge of fulfilling the feat. We were also part of a force that made impossible.

The reverence of the Ethereal Horse in the hearts of those who hear it is filled with self-esteem and omnipotence.

If you follow the person in front of you, you can do anything. With those in front of you, you have nothing to fear. I just need to be with this guy.

"And now it's time to live up to the promise I made five years ago. After winning the battle against the Holmeer nation..."

So the Ethereal Horse dares to set aside a beat so as to stir up everyone's expectations.

"I make a country!

The word became a powerful explosion, blowing the hearts of those who were listening.

"That's right! I 'm-- we're gonna make our country. Dinosaurian, so marman, so dwarf, so elf, so zoan, so harpuran, don't be discriminated against because you're human, our country. Our country where everyone can live freely. We can all live in equal measure in our country. Our country where we can all live happily ever after! Our country!

Zoan inverts his whole body hair.

Dwarves exhale hotter than they do after drinking up distilled liquor.

Dinosaurian stripped those sharp fangs out.

The elf pinches his ear.

Harpuran spread his wings wide.

Even humans can put their strength into that gripping fist.

Those who aligned themselves before the Ethereal Horse tried to scream and poke up their fists, along with the enthusiasm that gushed from within their breasts.

But a moment sooner than that, you cheer like an explosion.

It was the inhabitants of the city.

If you cower yourself, it was not the warriors or soldiers who sympathized more with the words of the humble Ethereal Horse than anyone else, but the people of a city in a weak position that has always been exploited, taken and invaded.

A declaration that a pale horse, such as being equally vulnerable to them, would nevertheless choose to fight, protect everyone, and create a nation. That was not the ideal that previous rulers had pressed, but precisely the thought that came out of themselves.

And Zoan, Dwarf, Dinosaurian, Elf, Harpuran and others also raised their voices so that they could get caught up in the loud and hot cheers of those city people.

The Ethereal Horse decides before the great cheer as if to tremble the heavens and shake the earth.

Even though I was fooled by my sweet words, I would use anything to inspire everyone who believed in me in this way.

Even if it is the name of a being that you spit on.

Ethereal horses slap even more damned words as they gather all the hot cheers together.

"I am the son of Aura, goddess of death and destruction! Destroy those who have enemies against us, destroy those who are hostile to us, and bring victory to everyone who believes in me and follows me!

And the Ethereal Horse spreads his arms wide into the sky.

"I, the Son of Destruction!" Son of Destruction, "Kizaki Aoima!

The zealots call the names of the pale horses in their mouths.

"" Soma! Sauma! Sauma!

Everyone cries out for the name of the Ethereal Horse.

Its exploding cheers all over his body, but the heart of the Ethereal Horse was out of cold.

And the Ethereal Horse throws up at herself in her chest.

This petitioner...

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"Son of Destruction" Soma Kisaki is the first dictator on the continent of Cerdeas.

It is Martin S. Ackerson, the leader in the Son of Destruction study, who credits him with that.

At that time, most countries of the Continent of Cerdeas had rightly assumed the idea that the king would be given control over God, and that the people would not be bound by anyone other than God, including priests, nor should they defy that rule.

However, Soma Kisaki, the son of destruction, who was the first to follow the persecuted Zoan and other fae who were slaves, had to eliminate racial discrimination and guarantee the freedom and equality of all people from the beginning of his reign in order to gain their loyalty.

It also became a denial of dominion by kings' lineage and divinity in other countries, which in turn had just given rise to many enemies or, ironically, a situation in which the legitimacy of new dominions in place of lineage and divinity had to be established in Soma Kisaki's own rule.

And it was the popular support that "Son of Destruction" Soma Kisaki chose among them.

What "Son of Destruction" Soma Kisaki said in this outing in the Battle of Holmea has not been passed on to future generations. Because the chaos in the fight against the Holmeer State shortly afterwards and the burning book in the later Great Reforms led to the loss of many records that would have made it a valuable resource to know at the time.

But there seems to be no doubt that the people received the words of "Son of Destruction" Soma Kisaki with terrible enthusiasm in this outing.

The descriptions "" Son of Destruction "Soma Kisaki brainwashed the people by witchcraft" and "gave people suspicious medicines and made them swear allegiance" can be seen in Western history and history books that remain in the modern era.

It is doubtful that "Son of Destruction" Soma Xaki actually used such means. Rather, this should be considered to suggest (do) the fact that "Son of Destruction" Soma Kisaki has gained enthusiastic support so much that he has to describe it so.

In addition, the following text is written in the journal left by the sitter of a single traveller who was stopping at Bornis at the time:

"Shocking dialogue. How to take it while it's unique. An exaggerated gesture hand gesture. And the method of repeating the same words over and over again and engraving them strongly into a person's heart. It was as if we were watching a calculated act of play".

It also seems from this that "Son of Destruction" Soma Kisaki weighed in on gathering more popular support than just soldiers led by himself. Also, as the thought implied, the people would have cheered for "Son of Destruction" Soma Kisaki.

Namely, "Son of Destruction" Soma Kisaki was not a tyrant who ruled the country with fear and violence using non-human heterogeneity, as previously described in the Legend, but a dictator who was supported by many people and entrusted (futile) with the dictatorship.

And I guess that's why he kept fighting, turning the world against his enemies.