Hakai no Miko

This young king of Barzibor appeared in the Romanian army of the West shortly after his great defeat at the crossing of the Rabbian River the other day.

"Sorry it's so late, King Dordea"

King Cesar, who visited the tent of the main formation where King Dordea was, said so softly.

King Dordea was sending a letter to King Cesar to join him in the quest for the kingdom of Holmea.

However, the Baldivian State is a small country sandwiched between the Holmeer and Romanian States. It is a country that has survived by indulging in the complexion of both countries and not becoming an ally to either enemy. I do not believe that such a country would join the West with one letter from the edge. Perhaps it was given out of the idea of using it as a pretext to attack after the Holmea peace, for failing to respond to the call to join the army.

That's why King Cesar came, and everyone couldn't hide their surprises.

Besides, King Dordea has just suffered a great loss in history. If you can only be reprimanded for the delay in joining the army, you can still be held responsible for the defeat if you do poorly on those eight hits, a situation that could kill you.

In fact, I am not going to take that hand just because I glanced at King Cesar's hand, which he offered to shake. This attitude, which should also be called disrespect, tells the story in the breasts of King Dordea in a terminal way.

Most of all, that's not the only reason I don't take my hand.

King Cesar was so fond of painting that he was also known by his own people as "painting madness," especially because he preferred to paint himself. Its skill is such that it is rumored that the famous painters have fallen into their asses in time and that there is no longer a court painter in the royal palace of Balgibor.

But at the same time, he was also known for certain vices. It is that the hand is always dirty with paint and because of it, King Cesar's chamber has no place without marks on his fingers except the ceiling.

As the rumor goes, King Cesar's hand is still stained with various paints, and it is clear that if we were to hold it, it would be all over the paint to this hand.

King Cesar also seemed conscious, and when he said, "Whoa, this is rude," he received a special skin glove from his entourage and put it on his hand. Then King Cesar smiles at King Dordea.

"But that's King Dordea. Well done. I can stand it."

The intention to kill spreads from among the officers who thought they had been hit by the recent great defeat. King Dordea was also disguised as calm, but his mouth was on the verge of being picky.

But you haven't noticed such a Romanian attitude, King Cesar rings one finger with a spare grin. Then one of his servants entered before King Dordea and offered him a single letter in a euphemistic manner.

King Cesar stops King Dordea's squire from trying to take it.

"It would be better if you could see it in King Dordea's own eyes."

It is a thankless statement to the king himself to read the script, but his opponent is the same king, even though he is a small country. King Dordea opens his own brief and glances when he tells the samurai who wants this judgment to be good.

Then only Daraios, who was on the spot, realized that King Dordea was dressed as calm but furiously upset.

"How about that? King Dordea and I would like to pack the details."

King Cesar, who confirmed that King Dordea had finished reading the writ, said so. No matter how much the king of a country, the monarchy of a small country said that he wanted to talk to the king of the great Romanian nation alone. In addition to Seiji's late arrival, several Romanian officers, who had endured so many previous disrespects, accidentally lay their hands on the sword pattern.

But King Dordea raised his hand lightly, and took control of those officers.

"The rest, we discuss it with King Cesar. Everybody, take your seats off. - And the squire."

It is unusual to keep away not only from officers, but also from the servants who must always refrain by the king. Exactly. The generals and the squire couldn't accept it.

"It is a royal fate"

But when King Dordea proclaimed so strongly, he cast out the sinister generals and servants, and held some secret conversation with king Cesar.

It is still not clear what was spoken between the two in that secret conversation.

However, the frustration that has been in King Dordea's face since his great defeat since shortly thereafter has shivered the shadows, reverting to the same breadth (and intensity) as when he had just woken up the Seoul Army.

And with it King Dordea openly called King Cesar "my friend," and he came to treat him with a generosity that he would not even place below. All that, and King Cesar was also going to walk the camp of the Romanian army with a big face.

There are many Romanian generals who do not feel comfortable with King Cesar.

Darius was also one of them.

But Darius's vigilance over King Cesar is for a slightly different reason than the others.

It is in his eyes that he dislikes King Cesar.

Heavier and more cloudy glow still in King Cesar's eyes.

It was a brilliance in the eyes of a soldier when he was besieged by an enemy army. It is a glow filled with the eyes of a sick man who has been declared incurable morbidity.

It is despair and giving up.

But King Cesar is not a soldier or anything like that who fell into a dead place. Hard to say healthy, but still not dying.

I don't know what happened, but perhaps King Cesar is desperate for everything in this world.

And I don't expect it because I'm desperate. I'm not disappointed because I don't have any expectations. I'm not afraid because I'm not disappointed. There is no hesitation because there is no fear. I don't even care about my life, so it was only natural that I could walk through the armies of the Romanian nation with a fine face.

But such thoughts no longer belong to the living.

It is the thought of the dead.

But the dead man is alive and moving. Nothing could be more ominous. It is decided when the dead curse the living, such as to live and move around.

That is why Darius felt a strong aversion and anxiety towards King Cesar.

Princess Piata is the only one in the Romanian army who shares such thoughts with Dalaios. She was also avoiding King Cesar by saying, "The deceased is lost".

As for Daraios, I want to knock him out of the Romanian faction right now, but that's not going to happen either. I guided him to King Dordea's tent while I watched if King Cesar would take strange action in the name of saying I would guide him.

"Oh, my friend King Cesar."

Again today King Dordea welcomed King Cesar with open arms.

And when King Dordea put one word of labor on Daraios, who guided him that far, and then lowered him, he became alone with King Cesar in the tent.

"And was there any good news?

King Cesar nodded and showed one to King Dordea, who asks with his childlike eyes twisting his birthday gift to his parents.

"You see. Just two pieces of good news. - The first is that the leader of the rebel slave in the west marches. First we won the first battle and took the Conte River crossing. And the second eye--"

Saying so, King Cesar took out one script.

"- I have received a reply from the example Holmeer's benefactor"

King Dordea reads in such a way that he eats in the script given to him by King Cesar. After reading it, King Dordea laughs niggardly after nodding again and again, as if to rebel (solder) its contents.

"… is the time ripe at last"

"Dear Left, you are ripe at last"

Often they laughed in unison.

Then King Dordea speaks of the doubts he has had since.

"But it was surprising that King Cesar and that one had a friend"

King Cesar shrugged his shoulders slightly, as he said it was nothing.

"Whatever the difference between poetry and painting, between believers in the same beauty. I remember more intimacy than before, and the artist I hired to comfort my borderline boredom happened to be from my country. We were more intimate with that than we were a few years ago."

King Dordea was convinced that it would be.

Balgibor, a small mountainous country, has little land to cultivate. For this reason, it is known that few people from the country seek food for their lives to become mercenaries and travellers performing singing and dancing songs that make war a business. There are many Balgiborian mercenaries among this Romanian conscription west, so much so that some of them even beat up the general.

"In any case, I am deeply grateful to King Cesar for his generosity"

So King Dordea wrinkled slightly between his brows.

"- I would like to reward you for the rest..."

"As I said earlier, I wish I could protect the land I have now."

The other day, when King Cesar visited the Romanian faction for the first time, he sought friendship with Balgibor as a consideration for cooperation.

Indeed, if the Holmeer State is defeated by the Romanian State, it will lose its standing for Balgibor, which has survived lazily between the two countries. Let's just say it's natural to lean over to the big countries and try to be cheap in your own country.

Originally, however, the Baldivian State was not as good as its efforts, even if it was occupied. King Dordea was also concerned that he could achieve the Holmeer country peace that was his petition just by missing a small country that would fly if he blew like that.

"But then I'm sorry about the rest of it"

And King Cesar answers after a few thoughts.

"Okay, just one favor."

"Oh, say anything"

"Now let me draw a portrait of King Dordea"

"You want the rest of the portrait...?

To his unexpected offer, King Dordea beheaded.

The skill of King Cesar's paintings, which even the famous painter butts in, is heard. If you're asking King Cesar to paint a portrait like that, this is the place where you have to accumulate enormous gratitude. Yet I did not know what that would benefit King Cesar.

To that question of King Dordea, King Cesar answered:

"As the author of the first portrait of King Dordea, who became the first King of Western Unity, my name will remain forever"

It means that King Dordea will be named in history as the first King of Western Unity.

Naturally, King Dordea agreed to this offer.

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"The King of West End Unity..."

King Cesar, who was himself escorted off by the upbeat king of Dordea and returned to the tent which was applauded to him, uttered the words of praise which he had earlier told King Dordea.

But the sincerity of King Cesar is the opposite of that praise.

"But it's really hard to get a king to come out and unify the West Side."

That is also why I intervened in this battle.

Whichever Bornis rebel slave or Holmeer nation wins, he swallows his opponent and becomes a great power over the Romanian nation. If that happens, the current equilibrium in the western region will not be maintained.

Then you won't have room for yourself to play.

King Cesar, thinking about it, asks as he takes the chilled fruit water offered by the samurai.

"Well, have you received any new information?

"Yes, Your Majesty. We've got more information on the Conte River crossing."

He was king Cesar, who was gracefully listening to the report of his squire while scrubbing fruit water, but he looked just small at the story of the Ethereal Horse driving away the Holmea soldiers in the fortress of Hariboth.

"That's hilarious! Right, right, you took a Holmeer soldier in your hand at the fort in Haliboth!

Closed his eyes, King Cesar grinned cookly.

"But the fort has been checked out very quickly."

Only if the hatchet of making a strong stone fort appear overnight will the Holmeer nation hesitate to attack. Then the later the identity is revealed, the more convenient it should be for the Son of Destruction. Perhaps we have a full attitude so that the identity of the fort cannot be dispensed with for that matter.

Yet the news of being attacked down the crossing just arrived the other day. The squire told King Cesar, who praised the work of his subordination, that it was well researched.

"It was easy to figure out who the fort was," he said.

"What does that mean...?

The attendant explained to King Cesar, who asks so, that the Son of Destruction did not restrict the movement of men at the crossing of the occupied Conte River. Thanks to this, the pedestrians, who for some time had avoided approaching them for fear of battle, say they are now free to come and go.

King Cesar's secret detectives thought it was unusual, and they hurried it back.

"According to the 'root' dressed as a pedestrian, the soldiers of the rebel slaves were proud to say that the fort was in the process of being haribote and building a true fort"

King Cesar ponders for a while, then spills a puffiness.

"... that's a provocation. - I'm talking about Walius. Would you have been mad at Cancún when you heard that?

"It's my pleasure. I was so angry, I almost fainted."

To the answer of the samurai, King Cesar laughed aloud.

"How good is this man called Son of Destruction to piss people off!

After a glimpse of laughter, King Cesar accidentally turns true.

"But it's odd. - I need a map of the Conte River crossing."

As soon as the samurai spread the map over his desk, King Cesar looked down at it.

"... nothing" circle around the crossing with your index finger. "- Again, nothing. Forests, cracks, mountains, coves. None of them. It's just a flat ground."

King Cesar's lips, staring at the map zippily for as long as he slowly counted twenty, hoisted nibbly.

"This is, this guy!" Son of Destruction "and stop......!

Thus the face of King Cesar, who nodded his tongue, was itself a serpent that had preyed upon his prey.

"Prepare to write an order. Let the people of the" Roots "put up nets behind the armies of Holmea. This could take an unexpected big shot."

King Cesar, who deposited his body behind his chair as he watched a squire who was in a hurry to prepare to write an order, put his legs together and put his cheek cane on.

"Now, what do we do about this provocation? The Old Lion Hall of Holmea"