Hakai no Miko

Soma Kisaki, the son of destruction, also conveys some anecdotes about his diet.

One of them is for drinks.

Soma Kisaki, son of Destruction, was told at the time that she did not like the wine or beer that was most consumed as drinking water, but rather drank the juice that boiled Zoan's tea and stir-fried barley or the fruit juice that did not ferment.

Many historians have described this as "the Son of Destruction was so short tempered that he could not even wait to ferment barley and fruit juice into booze", but this is an error.

According to Shemr's Memorandum of Understanding, a super-class material approaching the truth about Soma Kisaki, the son of destruction, "Soma is vulnerable to alcohol, nor does he like it," describing an unexpected appearance that roughly does not seem to be a tyrant who has stirred up its notoriety throughout the continent.

The same applies also to food.

Chronicles and others describe in great seriousness that Soma Kisaki, the son of destruction, who created numerous dishes in the world by Marco, the cook known as his "tongue," did all he could to gastronomy and, when he got tired of it, even ate humans.

However, the fact that Soma Xaki, son of destruction, who is in fact in the "Memorandum of Shemr", preferred to eat was as follows:

First, for barley rice, just wakame's soy mitu soup. Plus I baked some fish dried with a little salted vegetables.

When they welcomed guests from the banquet and other countries, they behaved like a luxurious, eye-catching meal, but the usual soma preferred a qualitative meal like this.

My subordinate said to this, "Why don't you have some more fancy dishes?" I have recommended it, "but each time Soma Kisaki, son of destruction, replied:

"For me, no treat like this," he said.

And the Ethereal Horse, who spent a few days in front of the city of L'Oma building a formation with a thick base wall (Ruihe), was just eating that meal.

Until now, I've been eating the same porridge of food balls as the soldiers, but the enemy hasn't left me stuck in the city, so I can settle down for a hiccup and eat.

"Oh. I live for this one."

For the first time in a long time, the pale horse leaked smudgingly into the mite juice, which had a good flavour of boiled dried and kelp.

Recently around the Ethereal Horse, the suspicion has even been whispered that mite juice contains suspicious drugs that cause withdrawal symptoms. However, not concerned about such suspicions, the Ethereal Horse had enjoyed the first mite juice in a long time, to the point of heartache.

But it's not perfect. Again, there is something really missing.

"But I want tofu or fried tofu."

As usual, he was a pale horse in the process of developing tofu, but he has yet to succeed. Though I practice wheat and cut it into small, rectangular pieces, and use fried in oil as a substitute for fried oil, I really think it's something different.

Says Shemr, who listened to such a pale horse talking to himself.

"Touf? Stop being such a danger"

Not knowing what was at stake with the tofu, the Ethereal Horse snapped his neck.

He was a pale horse who tried to ask why, but only slightly sooner than that, an elf woman comes.

"I beg your pardon during your meal, Master Soma. - He just arrived."

When he heard it, the Ethereal Horse stood up drinking up the remaining mite juice.

"Yeah, okay. I'll pick you up in a minute."

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It was the old man - Solon - who drowned his white beard to his chest like a immortal - who came to the position in a small carriage of carriages towed by one loba.

"Oh, boy. I didn't mean to call this old body, he's terrible."

Mucky Shemr slaps his hatred at Solon, who complains the most about opening up to the pale horse who bothered to pick him up.

"I was hoping you'd screw me along the way."

But Solon instead laughs happily "Hyo-Hyo-Hyo-Hyo-Hyo-Hyo-Hyo".

"Even if they just saw the disgusting face of the beast's little girl, it was worth coming to."

When he said that, he stood on the trunk of his luggage, and this behold, he moved his body vigorously to show it. Besides, the Ethereal Horse says, whilst stripping his teeth and whispering a threatening noise at Shemr.

"Mr. Solon. I didn't mean to piss Shemr off."

Since then, the Ethereal Horse has explained how it has been so far as to guide Solon to his tent.

From Solon, who hears the explanation from the Ethereal Horse, the earlier clouded colour shall disappear, and his face shall be serious. If you do, you're a strange old man because there's majesty and style that ten out of ten would be convinced if you were introduced to this sage.

After hearing a full explanation from the Ethereal Horse, Solon asks for a single direct entry as he goes into the tent and lowers his back to the recommended chair.

"So what should I do?

The Ethereal Horse replies with a bitter smile to the solon who can fall in love with you.

"I want you to surrender the lord of the city of L'Oma."

Even if you attack with a force push like this, the city of L'Oma will be able to drop it.

But then the city gets hurt because of it. And above all, there's a lot of damage here, too.

Rather than that, it would be easier to persuade the Lords to have the city intact and whole, making use of the existing governing mechanisms intact, and then also to govern the city.

But spouting hostile lords is not a big deal.

Even they are treated as rebellious slaves. I didn't even know if they would take a proper negotiating seat. Even if you were to be seated in the bargaining table, it would be a difficult undertaking to silence the other person's evil feelings from it, preach reason, and sometimes complain and preach to emotion.

We really needed a good arbiter for that, and that's why we bothered to call Solon.

"I see. But that's a tricky role."

When Solon frowned and put his arms together, he showed reluctantly at this sight. Besides, the Ethereal Horse has earned it, and I promise that if I succeed, I will give you the prize of hope.

Then Solon stood up one finger and showed it.

"Then one. - I hear I'm going to open one barrel of" Yusuki- "which I planted five years ago. I'd like a bottle from there."

It was the first five-year distillery in this world. It is an invaluable dish that has already been offered a huge purchase amount by Joash. Even a bottle is very expensive.

But the Ethereal Horse agrees.

"Fine. If one bottle of alcohol gets one in the city, it's cheap."

"Ho! That's right, kid, I know!

Solon, with a full smile, rose from the chair with a good sobriety.

"Well, let's go to the city."

It's an effortless tone that I just said I'd be walking there. And the Ethereal Horse panicked more.

"But I'm not ready for a gift yet?

Let's say you go see the city lord. It's just rude with your bare hands. However, since Solon was about to prepare a gift after consultation since his arrival, he has not yet prepared the gift.

"Oh. I don't want it, I don't want it"

But Solon waves to get rid of even the little flies.

"Be a lord of the city of L'Oma, I hear quite a bit. He seems to be a spineless person who would be disgusted if he sent bad hardware. Enough soldiers to follow me. One luggage attendant is enough."

Plus, but to the anxious looking Ethereal Horse, Solon adds, as he recalled, "Oh."

"I don't know what to say instead, but I already brought it up on my own, but I want to borrow the kid's chess board."

Chess also existed on this continent of Cerdeas. Of course, the type of pawn and the number of eyes on the board are different, but the basics that it is better to move the pawn alternately and take the other king pawn are unchanged.

At one point, there was a chessboard that Ethereal Horse put into its chess asked Elves and Dwarves to make to order, but it was also now just dusty in the corner of Ethereal Horse's own room.

"Do you have that chessboard?

The pale horse has a sinister face.

But that didn't spare the chessboard. Because I had a little embarrassing memories of chess on my pale horse.

"I hear the lords of the city of L'Oma are big chess lovers. I was just trying to play against the station."

Shemr glanced at Solon for trying to move a chess pawn into the universe, wondering if he was going to play.

But Solon makes me laugh nicely.

"What? Not right away, but be sure to dictate that city to see it."

The Ethereal Horse calls to a halt when Solon, who said so, put a cane on it and tried to leave the tent with a chick.

"Wait a minute. Actually, there are people who want me to take them."

The Ethereal Horse shook his head at the reluctant Solon, who said he didn't need soldiers.

"Some of the surrender soldiers were from the city of L'Oma. I'd like to send a letter to their families informing them of their safety."

Solon then glanced small at "Ho Ho".

"I'm talking about a kid with a bad personality. Is that all?

"Do you understand?

Originally a pale horse who was trying to free some of his captives by letting him have a letter informing him of the safety and security of soldiers who were L'Oma's people in an attempt to buy the pleasure of the inhabitants of the city in order to govern smoothly after the occupation, it was there that the unexpected reaction returned.

Because of that incident, the Ethereal Horse had come up with a hand to attack the city, apart from sending Solon in.

Solon, who was briefed on it, laughs "Hyo-Hyo-Hyo-Hyo-Hyo-Hyo-Hyo" again.

"No, Master Soma has a bad personality"

"No, not for Mr. Solon"

Shemru sighed as if he was stunned at the two people who only looked like "Echigoya and Evil Deputies" if the Japanese looked at them.

Then just there came the other person the Ethereal Horse was calling for.

"Um, I heard Master Soma was calling."

He stuck only his neck in the tent and said so was Marco, a young man with a pompous cheek - a cook dedicated to Ethereal Horse.

"Hi, Marco. I've been waiting for you. Actually, I need you to do me a favor."

"See?"

The Ethereal Horse said this to Marco, who had just made lunch earlier but wondered if he would ask for a snack or dinner.

"With Mr. Solon, would you help me to drop the city of L'Oma?