Hakai no Miko

I woke up in my tent in the morning, Shemr, getting up to speed.

First gently loosen the muscles that solidify during bedtime. The next thing I knew, I scratched gash all over my body and lost my hair. Then crumble the disturbed body hair before wearing torso armor knitted with vibrantly dyed bamboo. And at the end of the day, he was wearing a mountain knife that became the relic of his father.

"Yo! You want to go to Soma's?"

He was a shemur who left the tent with a small temper for himself, but his face was invisible. There was a deep wrinkle engraved between the eyebrows, whose mouth was tied to a letter to the mustache.

It was a position where the sun had only just risen, but it is already full of the temptations with which many people operate. In it, Shemr, faintly narrowed his eyes to his eyelids, looked at the tent of the Ethereal Horse, stretched a little further than his own.

In the city of Bornis, Shemr was awake in the next room so that if anything unforeseen happened at any time, he could rush right to the Ethereal Horse. But in this position of the Conte river, another tent was deliberately prepared in a remote place.

That was what the Ethereal Horse decided.

What Ethereal Horse was admonishing particularly harshly in the military during this battle was the looting and killing of non-soldiers people. And it's rape. Whoever committed this ordinance, he had beheaded it on the spot and even declared it exposed.

But if the Ethereal Horse himself proclaiming it were to samurai the Elf women even close to him on the battlefield, he would not necessarily mislead the soldiers at the end. For this reason, he did not lean on the elf ladies, who did not dress in battle attire even during the day, and forbade any woman to come near the tent where she would wake up at night.

That is no exception to Shemr, who is also recognized as the first minister of the Ethereal Horse. As a result, Shemr was awake after deliberately preparing another tent.

But that's not the reason Shemr is clouding his face.

That is because of the condition of the Ethereal Horse, which was changed by the reward of the march of the Crusaders.

Ever since, when I was looking around at the progress of the Dwarves' work and the high morale of the other soldiers, Aoi Horse had a smile on his face.

But from the sight of Shemr, it is also a good place for vanity.

When you feel relaxed and tense, such as when you are resting or eating in a tent that is out of sight except for those close to you, you have a decidedly gloomy (depressed) look on your face and sigh. In addition, Pipi frequently summons warriors with fast legs (hippos) to his tent, among the Harpuans and Zoan, persistently sending them out for reconnaissance. And when you hear that report, it bothers you again.

That's not all. According to Zoan's only bowman, Fagl Grashata Shahata, who serves as the night guard for the Ethereal Horse's tent instead of Shemr, Ethereal Horse is sparkling with a map with pawns placed late at night and hasn't slept much. That's all, or even when I finally get to the floor, they say they're having nightmares, often jumping up in the middle of the night.

It's like a calf surrounded by hungry wolves.

As much as Shemr thinks so, the Ethereal Horse has been caught up in the last few days.

Shemr looks east as he walks inside the position. Then, far away, I could see the gathering of countless tents and the position made up of a simple fence surrounding it.

It belongs to the crusaders of the Holmeer country.

The other day, the Holmeer Crusaders finally showed up. When it came to the magnitude of the agitation of the Ethereal Horse at that time, it was enough that Shemr worried that he would fall on the spot.

I think I want to help you somehow.

But when it comes to the military that the Ethereal Horse is troubled with his head, it's out of Shemr's hands. I've fought with a clan warrior before. Zoog and Dvarin, who were warrior chiefs, and Marcronis, who was an assistant squadron chief in the Holmea National Army, are not going to have some consultation with me, but I don't have the experience of a meeting that would be tens of thousands if I joined them with enemy allies. Not to mention, that's no longer an unknown realm when it comes to the battle to defeat an enemy that surpasses this one with its force.

In the end, it is the truth that we can only rely on one Ethereal Horse.

To our impudence, Shemr leaked one sigh.

When such Shemr came to the front of the sleeping tent of the Ethereal Horse, there was already an appearance of an elf woman at the entrance. There's a look at them that should have been kept away while they were asleep, which means the pale horses are already awake.

When I caught one of those ladies and asked her what was going on with the Ethereal Horse, I just woke up earlier and now the answer came back saying that I was in good hands.

Shemr coughs in front of the pale horse's tent as Zoan's custom. Then, soon, I heard a pale horse from inside.

"Shemr? Fine, come in."

He was Shemr, who entered the tent with the understanding of the Ethereal Horse, but immediately frowned upon it.

"That's a terrible color on your face, Soma"

Shemr was right, the pale horse's complexion seemed terrible.

I lost my blood and it's not pale. It is a creepy earthiness. That was all or because of excessive sleep deprivation. My eyes were congested, and beneath them the black bear was floating snugly.

"So bad?

Saying so, the pale horse touches his cheek with a pepper.

I thought the elf ladies who were helping me out would look terrible on my own, including asking me if I wasn't feeling well or still treating me like I was touching something with a swelling. But that's what even Shemr, a hard-to-discern zoan such as differences in human complexion, says, so I guess it's more than I think.

Then I can't show my face to the others at last.

In an attempt to improve blood circulation at all, the Ethereal Horse rubbed his face off.

But it's not something I can handle to that extent. Shemr sighed deeply at the pale horse who was making such a wasted effort.

"Damn. He can't help it. - Hey, Eladia. Give me the guy you always paint on your face."

Eladia, voiced by Shemru, puts her little neck on its beautiful cheeks.

"On your face......?

"I would always wear white powder or something. That, that."

Finally, Eladia understands too.

"Oh. You mean makeup"

Already in this era, makeup existed to make the face look beautiful using white powder (funny), red, etc. originating in the centre of the continent.

However, in the western region, which had finally just come through from the centre of the continent, all the cosmetics used were limited to the royal marquis nobility and the women of the luxury merchants, to name but a few, combined with the fact that they were both rare and very expensive.

In that regard, Eladia has acquired state-of-the-art cosmetic technology as the premier whore princess in the centre of the continent, and it was no exaggeration to say that she is the leader of the West Side in cosmetic technology.

Eladia orders the lady officer under her command to bring some cosmetics. It is a cream of starch flour extracted from potatoes (which is interesting), starch flour practiced with animal fat (which is), and red dried with grease as well.

"All right. Don't move."

When Shemr takes the white starch powder, he suddenly hits it on the face of the pale horse. The pale horse coughed as the white powder rose up like smoke and smoked it. Then, Shemr scolds me for "don't move". When you straighten your face while putting up with the cough, Shemr looks over at it.

"Hmm. - Sure, humans say they're fine, their cheeks are red, and they're bloody good at that, right?

And when the Ethereal Horse nods and shows it, Shemr puts his fingers in a creamy red trimmed with grease placed in a container of seashells. Then he twisted his index finger and took the red plenty of crease in his finger belly.

Sooner than the sight stopped by a pale horse struck by a very unpleasant hunch, Shemr glides a pile of red onto the cheeks and lips of the pale horse.

"Yeah. Now, okay!

Wiping the red on his finger with a cloth, slapping his hand and paying for the white powder, Shemr nodded, yeah, many times, as he was happy with his job.

But the Ethereal Horse very much doesn't think this is a good idea.

When it comes to Zoan's makeup, it's painted like a bear with colored soil. It is human makeup that Shemr, such Zoan's daughter, suddenly did without practice. I can't even tell the human face, but it's more and more impossible to expect that makeup to flourish.

If there is nothing wrong with this, then it is a miracle. Though I made it all right, I didn't want you to squander the miracle because of this as a pale horse who wanted to live up to the miracle before we were going to fight more than twice as many Holmea armies as we did.

Ask the elf ladies around with their eyes if they are really okay, but all they do is smile back politely. The Ethereal Horse, who apparently felt his guess was not wrong, now finds himself in trouble as to what is the matter.

"With all due respect, Master Shemr. It's a little strange here."

It was Eladia who said so and pointed to the sight of the Ethereal Horse.

"Hmm? Really?

Eladia suggests, smiling nicely, to Shemru, who makes a face that she doesn't know well.

"Yes. - That said, it's very subtle. If you don't mind, I'll fix it."

"Right. Okay, please."

That's what Eladia said and she gave me back white powder and red, but she looks like she came up with it and says it.

"It was about time Marco finished making Master Soma's breakfast. I'm terribly afraid, but could Master Shemr please go get it?

"Me?

Usually it is a rare statement for Eladia to leave things around the Ethereal Horse to ourselves. Eladia says to Shemru, who straps his neck in surprise.

"Today, an important showdown with the Holmeer State. I was wondering if the role of serving that day's breakfast to Master Soma was still appropriate for Master Soma's first minister, Master Shemr."

To Eladia's words, Shemr opened her eyes haha.

I see what Eladia said is the best story. No, it has to be.

Shemr, who thought so, gave him a heavy nod.

"Okay. Let me be the first minister of Soma."

And Shemr went to Marco, who was making breakfast of the Ethereal Horse, and did so.

When Shemr's appearance disappeared from the tent, Eladia handed a cloth to Aoi Horse that raised the boiling hot air that she had let the woman prepare beforehand.

"Dear Soma, wipe your face with this first"

Apparently, instead of fixing it, it starts all over again.

"... after all, in terrible condition?

"I am afraid I will refrain from criticizing you"

I asked him how his face was in fear, but he was gently rejected.

When she sits on a chair with a hot cloth wiping her face, Eladia also sits on a chair she places face-to-face and begins applying makeup. When Eladia takes the starch powder over her palm with grease, she adds a little bit of red to it and finds it red. While checking the color condition, the pale horse's earthy cheeks and eye-catching bears were applied in such a way that they became less noticeable.

As for makeup, the pale horse of the Gateway Han (Mon Gae Kai) even has the appearance of Eladia.

But it's also awkward to just shut up in front of Eladia's glowing beauty. That said, I can't even think of a topic that immediately bothered me. So the Ethereal Horse mumbled about the earlier matter appropriately.

"Shemr is as forceful as ever, isn't he? I'm gonna be in trouble."

Eladia, who knows that's the bluff of a pale horse, spills a small grin.

"But isn't it a lot softer for you? He's got a better complexion than before."

"Was it that bad earlier?

"Thank you. It was like a dead man. But now it's an unhealthy sleepless face."

Even though I was in a mild mood, apparently my face was in serious condition until earlier.

Eladia asked the pale horse, who accidentally laughed, as she continued her makeup.

"Does Master Soma know the story of the goddess of the earth and the cicada?

To the pale horse who says he doesn't know, Eladia told the following legend:

The legend of the Continent of Cerdeas says that the cicada was the most beloved worm of the goddess of the earth. For this reason, the cicadas were given a longer life span than the other bugs and served by the goddess of the earth all the way in the earth.

One day, the cicada found the other bugs gathering. It is the larvae of the other worms that are about to go out of the earth soon. They were talking orally about what they were going to see on earth, especially the beauty of the sun.

The cicada asked the goddess of the earth, who wanted to see the sun herself when she heard it.

"Goddess, goddess. I want to get out on the ground and see the sun."

The goddess of the earth got in trouble for that cicada wish.

Because cicadas live longer than the rest of the worms because they are by their side. If you go out on earth and let the sun shine, its power will also disappear, and the cicadas will die in a few days.

Explaining that, however, did not change the cicada's mind. The goddess of the earth said she had no choice but to give her wings to fly freely through the sky and go everywhere, allowing the cicadas to go out into the earth.

So it is said in the Continent of Cerdeas that when cicadas come out to earth in the most sunny season, they sing aloud and die in a few days.

"All the women serving Master Soma, including me, were cicadas who didn't know the sun. No, it's not just us. Zoan, Dinosaurian, Dwarf and Harpuran were all trapped in the dirt of a dark future."

Eladia, painted thin red on the lips of the Ethereal Horse so that the blood color can be seen well, shows a faint grin.

"But that's what gave us, Master Soma, the future of the sun and the freedom of the wings. Why should we spare our lives when even the cicadas said they didn't spare their lives? Do you ever resent the sun you aspired to, even if its life burns away without any doubt?

Eladia, who finished wearing makeup, closes the lid of the tool and turns straight to the pale horse.

"Though I think Soma's kindness is honorable, don't let him shoulder all the responsibilities alone"

"... yeah. Okay."

I know what Eladia said. But the reply of the Ethereal Horse, who still can't break people's lives in the battle he led, was something that couldn't be boiled down.

"Though I'm not so worried about Soma being forced to share responsibility."

The Ethereal Horse, who realizes who the teasing tone Eladia suggests, laughs unexpectedly.

Sure, she would try to force us to share the blame, though. That's what beats me down. But, yeah.

Then, just there, Shemr came into the tent with a basin in his hand with breakfast made by Marco.

"Hey, Soma. I brought you breakfast. You have my share, so let's eat together."

After saying so much, Shemr glances at the face of the pale horse with a shiver as he puts his neck small. After a while, Shemr nodded small with Unh.

"Okay. You've got a decent face a little bit."

When Shemr puts the basin he brings on the cloth as it is, he sits on his own walrus.

"Come on. We're gonna eat, Soma"

When the Ethereal Horse sat down in the same way, Eladiah and the Elf women went out of the tent distracted.

The two meals consist of porridge (itching) and small pieces of cheese. Even if it's a commander of all armies, it's because of the Ethereal Horse's idea that the meal is the same as a soldier's.

I started eating that elegant breakfast after they said "I'll have it" aloud.

They are both silent. Inside the tent, you can only hear the faint sound of dishes touching each other.

But for some reason that silence was very comforting to the pale horse.

"Hey, Soma. You seem to be laughing, what's wrong?

Shemr pointed me out, and the Ethereal Horse realized he was smiling at some point.

"Yeah. I don't know, maybe I'm starting to feel like I'm doing something about it"

"Really?

He was a shemur returning a strange face to the obscure answer of the Ethereal Horse, but his ears move pickly.

"Oh, my God, it's getting a little touchy around here."

I don't know yet about the Ethereal Horse, but I'm pretty sure it's because Shemr, a Zoan with better ears than humans, says.

Then there goes the voice of Eladia who was out there.

"I beg your pardon, Master Soma. We have just received reports that movement has been observed in the Holmeer National Army faction."

"Okay. I'll be right out."

To put it that way, the Ethereal Horse stood up with his lips tied together with a kick.

Shemr, who stood up in the same way, sewed an iron plate from the table placed by the side of the Ethereal Horse's bedside - taking the bowl gold. And as I quickly turned behind the Ethereal Horse, I tightened that bowl of gold to the Ethereal Horse's forehead.

Says the Ethereal Horse, checking on the condition of the bowl gold they put on.

"Let's win, Shemr."

"Oh. We're gonna win, Soma"

The two nodded small together, leaving the tent together.

A famous battle was about to begin as a "snomta humiliation" in future generations.