Hakai no Miko

The Romanian National Army, led by King Dordea, who invaded the Holmea country from Rappley, was engulfed in unusual enthusiasm.

Not only did he fulfill his petition to somehow attack the land of the resentful Holmeer nation, but he also fell a fort that was responsible for the Romanian state: the Masarca Gate Fort and the Fort of Roylops, southwards through the wrapley. Even after that, the enthusiasm cannot be overwhelmed by the city and villages along the streets to the King's capital, Holmenia, including Gatzen, the great city in the eastern part of the surrendered Holmeer country.

Within the camp of the Romanian army, we saw a number of rings where soldiers showed off their loot to each other and talked about their barbarism as a brag, but among them there was even the appearance of an officer with a room on his helmet.

It was precisely the entire Romanian army that suffered from an unusual fervour as if it had suffered from a fever.

It is César, the young king of Balgibor, a small country, who walks leisurely within such Romanian armies.

It was in the midst of the Romanian army that King Cesar, isolated by himself from the heat of the Romanian army and drifting cold air, turned to the formation where the men dressed as soldiers of the Holmeer kingdom were gathered.

It is the place assigned to those who have betrayed the Holmeer country, which is known only as the SS of the new king Vritas of the Holmeer country. As if to avoid contempt from Romanian soldiers, the traitor who turned his back on his country, in a formation that seemed to snuggle shoulders and kill his breath, King Cesar, who had only taken to a luxurious (shabby) tent, calls upon the guard soldiers there to guide him.

When the chief samurai and his famous servant were led through the tent, an ugly feast was held there.

In a dim tent where the smoke rising from the incense furnace stands thin, the shadows of the demonic many. Most of them were women who apologized for hiding the area with strings and clothes that were not used as clothing.

Sitting in a pile of cushions and cloth as these women whisper is Vritas rounding out their fat bellies.

The face of Vritas was dyed red by alcohol and glowed with fat and tecateca, even though it was precisely now that the motherland was invaded and the people were in the grip of plunder.

And he doesn't even realize that King Cesar is here, sucking on a woman's breast like a milk drinker and making a fuss.

As King Cesar mocked in his chest that it was hilariously ugly, Vritas, told by his servant, finally realised King Cesar's visit, looked up in haste.

"This is, this is King Cesar. I've shown you my embarrassment."

King Cesar remembered a fresh surprise.

Oh, my God, this pig seems to know the word shame.

Most of all, it also seems to be just words. You don't seem to understand the meaning of the word until now.

King Cesar says, excited to see how such a pig reacts to the reward he brings.

"Lord Vritas. Warius said he raised soldiers."

"Hey, what is it?!"

Surprised Vritas tries to get up in a hurry, but quickly flutters and drops his hips like a buttcake. That's not just because of the alcohol that goes around the body. It comes from a fat body and a fading ankle from a lazy life.

Vritas says with his butt cake on, shaking a pull under his chin.

"Will my brother not surrender? No way, when it's a fight?!"

Apparently, if you look at the great Romanian army, that's all you thought King Walius would surrender. How ridiculous it is not to realize to your brothers that King Walius has no such exceptional character.

Blowing out and wanting to laugh, King Cesar teaches the frightened Vritas in a gentle voice.

But don't worry, King Vritas.

King Cesar said, deliberately emphasizing the part called "king".

"Your friend King Dordea will be led by a great army of more than 20,000. Compared to that, Walius is less than half of it? King Dordea's victory is unshakeable, and it is close that King Vritas is officially crowned in Holmenia"

With his frightened and greedy eyes, he said, "Is that true? King Cesar nods forcefully with a grin to Vritas, who asks him softly.

"Right," Vritas then repeated over and over, muttering as he told himself.

King Cesar looked down at such a Vritas with a grin of reptiles.

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When King Cesar, who returned to the tent to which We had sent him, leaned by himself a cup full of wine, the cloth of the tent behind the simple throne on which he sat turned slightly from the outside. And then a shadow slipped into that gap.

"Your Majesty, I'm here now."

When he saw the woman lurking behind the back of a simple throne, Vritas might have looked up.

Because she was a madman with Vritas until earlier.

"Thank you for your hard work, Delilah"

She is the daughter of a floral dancer of a traveler by a Balgiborian held by Vritas, who was de facto deported to raplay to comfort that boredom (blah blah).

Traveler dancers of this era don't just show off their dancing, they also have faces as whores. And she was not an exception, but was summoned by Vritas, who laid eyes on her beauty, and made to samurai in her bedroom.

Then Vritas drowned in the supple flesh and the beauty of birth he worked out in that dance, a woman who is now so loved that she even brings her to an official setting.

But such was her identity as a female undercover detective in the intelligence organization Root of the Balgiborian State.

The Balgiborian intelligence organization Root was originally a mutual aid association of the Balgiborians who earn money.

The Balgiborian country in the mountains is a small country with narrow cultivated land and poor. For this reason, it is not uncommon for people who have trouble eating to leave the country and become entertainers such as mercenaries, bards and dancers to make money and provide for their families in their homeland.

However, Balgiborgs, who are not able to obtain asylum for the rulers of the land because they are from other countries, have always suffered persecution and discrimination. It is also natural that they created mutual societies to exchange information and sometimes to unite in order to protect themselves from persecution and discrimination.

And it was the Balgiboree royal family that found another value in it.

Travelers, such as bards, were professions in which privileges such as freedom of access to territories and cities were granted to rulers everywhere as providers of entertainment to alleviate the grievances of their inhabitants, as well as as as as a source of information that brought about situations everywhere, etc.

The Balgiborian royal family began to make the Balgiborians, who became such travellers, look closely for information on the countries and to bring the secrets to the Balgiborian state by misleading them into letters addressed to their families in their homeland.

And it was quietly as wide as a root spreading underground without sunshine, and it was now an information network stretched throughout the western region.

That is the "root" of Balgibor's intelligence organization.

"Well done, cowardly Vritas. You made me decide to take the throne. Take praise."

Even though King Cesar laughed and praised his lips hoisted, Delilah stared.

"No. Everything has been done by His Majesty's command."

What the fact Delilah did was just teach Vritas that the general he followed when he was banished to Rapley had been told by King Walius to kill him if he ever did.

There was no Vritas ugliness when I found out about it.

He was more frightened than a pig who knew he was going to be roasted as the main dish for the feast. After that, it was good to just hold him gently and whisper.

"As it is, my brother, the King, will kill me. Just in time, I am also cordial to His Majesty King Cesar of Balgibor. If you don't mind, why don't you talk to His Majesty King Cesar? Come on, if you don't hurry up, you won't have a life".

From then on, it was very clapping.

If King Cesar, who was consulted, used a secret detective to poison the general in the name of help, there would no longer be any exit but to flip the anti-flag against Vritas. We were also fortunate that a new collaborator named Kafner had been deported where he was secretly preparing for treason.

"How's Vritas doing since then?

To King Cesar's inquiry, Delilah mocks his sensual thick lips.

"Nor do I doubt the shards will make me King Holmeer. We're just working out our own concept of a crowning ceremony as soon as possible, or we're going to make a queen out of me."

More foolish than expected, King Cesar leaked a sneer and laugh.

"Let me have a sweet dream for a while. Anyway, it's destined to be disposed of immediately."

Already the western part of the kingdom of Holmea will be cut off by the Son of Destruction, and the eastern part will also be ceded by King Dordea.

Even as Vritas reigns over King Holmea in the meagre lands thus left behind, its end is visible.

Inevitably King Dordea should force Vritas to wake up his soldiers in the name of recapturing the western part of the Holmeer country, which was taken by the Son of Destruction.

I don't have the guts to refuse it to Vritas, who is weak. If we continue to raise the army of the Son of Destruction crusade as they say, the slightest amount of land left behind will also be worn out by increased taxes and conscription due to repeated troop contributions.

That is how the Son of Destruction and the kingdom of Holmea meshed flashly, anticipating where both sides were exhausted, King Dordea withdrew Vritas for some reason, and now it will be swallowing the kingdom of Holmea and destroying even the wounded Son of Destruction.

What a cunning old wolf idea.

"Don't let the pigs get caught up in the meat, you'll get away with it in anticipation. I'll leave that decision to you - go!

When I briefly answered King Cesar's instruction, Delilah, "Thank you," there was no sound, just as when I came in, and then I went out of the tent.

Then one of the squire brings a secret book there. King Cesar, who opened it and looked through it, said, "Whew!" and leak his voice low.

"You stupid Walius. I can still see that there are old lions."

King Cesar, who found Darius' name at the end of the formation of the Holmea National Army, which was written in a secret book, giggles spirally.

"Even though you said you had some hands to take Princess Wallina and flee to the north, do you want to die with him without being abandoned King Walius, even though he is a fool"

When she fled with Princess Wallina to northern Holmea just in case, she also had the manipulation to dive the roots into the centre of the nascent Holmea country where she would be interested, but that was going to be in vain.

"Has Darius and Pompius chosen the path of clean emigration?"

King Cesar said with a plain mockery:

Even if the horns are crushed, the nails are broken, and you have to crawl through the ground with both hands and feet, you don't have to lose even the fangs to fight.

And if you're prepared to use the poison of conspiracy, whether it's called cowardice or an outward path, even the little one who has to crawl to the ground can be a viper. It can be a snake that everyone fears.

And yet even if I try to decorate the words with cleanliness and so on, such as spoiling and accepting a loss, it's just a loser howl.

King Cesar speaks to a squire who had silently refrained when he burned a secret book with a candle fire.

"What are the movements of the Hordes in northern Holmea?

"As His Majesty has offered, when rumors have spread that Princess Wallina may flee in, the Marquis of Appius looks still at King Wallius' vibrations. And the other northern monarchs are in tune."

The total strength of the Northern Marquis, including the Marquis of Appius, is approximately four to five thousand. If that were to join the army according to King Walius' reign, the strength of the Holmeer nation would exceed 10,000. If Darius, who called that Holmeer's best general, commanded all his troops, he might not lose until he can't beat Romanian.

Conversely, when Darius and Pompius both fled to the north with Princess Wallina, the nascent Holmeer nation would soon crumble if there were not enough troops left in the north to launch the country, albeit small.

In any case, King Cesar spread rumors that the Marquis of Appius and the other northern marquises would have trouble moving, but they caught on beautifully to it.

"Are we blocking information to the north?

Yes, when King Cesar confirms, the samurai replies "without delay".

As the samurai put it, the messenger issued by King Walius when he set up the king's capital to lead and join the soldiers as soon as possible to the northern marquis was killed and buried beneath the earth. In addition, the streets leading from the king's capital to the north were broken everywhere, the roads blocked by fallen trees and fallen stones, and travelers had to go far.

Now the Marquis of Apius and the other northern marquises will know that Darius came out with him according to King Walius, after the battle between Holmea and Romania is over.

By the time I realized it, everything was too late. By now, the Marquis of Apius, who dreams of himself wielding power in the heart of the nascent Holmeer nation built by Princess Wallina, will also be slightly bluer.

Now the trend in the West Side has been decided.

There is only one concern left to King Cesar, who so decided.

"Now, the question that leaves is how 'Son of Destruction' works..."

It does not seem very good to sit back and watch the Romanian State swallow the Holmeer State as it is. Inevitably, they will intervene somewhere. King Cesar had read that either the armies of Holmea, led by King Walius, could be broken, or the king's capital, Holmenia, would fall, just after that.

"But the opponent is that son of destruction. I just can't read through it either."

Somewhere fun King Cesar said so.

King Cesar, who was disguised as neutral in the first place, dared to come into contact with the Romanian state because of the Son of Destruction.

Five years ago, since the sudden appearance of Nova, it's a startling word to say what the Son of Destruction has done. If you just list the achievements of the Son of Destruction, you don't even want King Cesar to say, "Which dream story is that?"

It is precisely the owner of alien powers.

But King Walius of the Holmeer kingdom against it, the extreme of darkness. It is the end of the day when you have just replaced Darius, the famous general, or all the warlords you have to do is reuse them and rattle the National Army.

It was now visible that the kingdom of Holmea would be taken round by the Son of Destruction, not far away.

So I don't mind the Holmeer country perishing. The problem, however, is that the Son of Destruction, who backs the barn zone of the developing Sorbiant plains and the industry of Bornis, will also get the whole country of Holmea. If that happens, we won't be able to fight for long with the Romanian state.

And if we crush the Romanian nation, the first unified dynasty of the West by the Son of Destruction will be born in this West.

But then you're in trouble, King Cesar laughed.

So, before that happens, we let the Romanian state take half of the Holmeer state. This would create a new state of antagonism in this western region: the Son of Destruction and the Romanian State, from the previous state of antagonism between the Holmeer and Romanian States.

That was King Cesar's new plan.

The Son of Destruction and the Romanian State, which have lost a buffer zone called the Holmea State and have come to immediate contact, will hit each other hard and exhaust each other. And the land of the former Holmeer country, which became a battlefield, is desolate, and the hearts and minds are sudden, and there is muddy confusion.

The era of meadows where lions and wolves engage their fangs is no longer over.

From now on, the age of the mud dominated by the Viper begins.

Thinking of the coming muddy times, the viper laughed alone.