Hakai no Miko

"Strict! Strict! It is the fate of the Son of Destruction, Soma Kisaki!

Many harpuans were dancing in the blue sky like they were going through with their voices up.

"Reconciliation with the Romanian State was concluded! Master Soma is a man of great faith! Promises made once will always be kept! Attacks on the Romanian National Army, for whatever reason, are unacceptable! Whoever breaks this will be punished with severe punishment! Harsh! Harsh! -"

Under the harpuns, who repeatedly tell of the harsh lives of the Ethereal Horse, the Romanian National Army emerged from the east gate of the city of Gatzen, where the earthworm had been removed.

But whoever saw it without knowing it was the Romanian National Army would not have thought it was the Army.

For, without one exception, the Romanian National Army only wore thin armor like skin clothing, not armor, and only had a small bag in its hands filled with only a tiny amount of food and water, not swords or spears. Also, there should be a commander who commands soldiers from on horseback, but no one is riding as one.

This would only have seemed like a good group of displaced people at best.

This likeness of the Romanian National Army is nothing more than the result of the disarming that the Ethereal Horse made conditional on harmony.

One of Zoan's warriors, who confirmed that the promise was being kept properly, sounded a loud drum. Then the troops of Marcronis and Dvarin, who were blocking the streets stretching east from the city of Gatzen, retreated left and right. The Romanian National Army proceeded with the quiet as if to kill a slight breath on the streets thus vacated.

There was unusual tension.

One slight voice, one slight finger movement, like stepping on thin ice in the middle of a lake, crossing over a thin thread strewn in a deep canyon, peeking into a cauldron filled with boiling oil with a candlestick in your hand, can lead to ruin if you make a mistake. It was such a tension.

It should, too.

On both sides of the streets where the Romanian National Army was going, there were a number of people lined up.

But that's not the people who want to drop off the Romanian National Army. It was the people of Holmeer, who had starving wolf-like eyes where warm blood had dripped (dripped) meat in front of them and had kept it.

Authorize the deportation of the Romanian National Army from the city of Gatsen.

Much opposition was voiced by the people of the Holmeer country to this decision of the Ethereal Horse. Until now, the Romanian National Army has done everything in its power since its invasion of the Holmeer Country. It would also be natural to wish for that retribution.

But the Ethereal Horse refused to do so.

"It's more important to save yourself yesterday and lead you to tomorrow than to clear up yesterday's grudges"

"Yesterday's self" suggested by the Ethereal Horse refers to former residents who are still left in the city of Gatsen and lick hard acid under the control of the Romanian National Army. Saving those brethren is more important than revenge on the Romanian National Army, Ethereal Horse said.

There were no dissidents in this from the people of the Holmeer country, who had themselves been saved from the atrocities of the Romanian country by the Ethereal Horse.

But that wouldn't have convinced everyone.

So the Ethereal Horse was preparing for the unforeseen and mobilizing the Jahangils Dinosaurians for security.

By mobilizing Dinosaurians, known as his own SS, the Ethereal Horse expresses his strong will to never tolerate harm to the exiting Romanian National Army, as well as his desire to retain it in the unlikely event that those who have lost me to anger attempt to kill me into the Romanian National Army.

Knowing or not that expectation, Jahangil was still snorting and walking to the right and left in front of the people of the Holmeer country, showing that he would not allow it to erupt in front of him.

Thanks to this, so far no one has broken out.

But it also seemed like a matter of time.

The more you can hold it down, the more pressure you increase in it. The hatred and anger of the people of the Holmeer country was no longer trying to reach the limits of patience. It explodes because of something trivial. There was such a sinister atmosphere.

And finally, one man, who couldn't stand it, raised his voice.

"Romanian genobanda bastard!

Tension ran around me.

Genovanda is a legendary sinner who bought the wrath of all seven pillars and was dropped into a swamp of manure that is deep in the earth, and still begs for mercy on the gods while fishing for manure. For this reason, in this continent of Cerdeas, called genobanda is the greatest insult of all races.

That is why I feared that this would amount to a forbidden harm and that I would be severely punished.

And those people naturally turned their attention to Jahangil, who is entrusted with this occasion.

As he gathers everyone's gaze together, Jahangil leaves his neck hanging.

Will that be harmful now?

Jaharngil was troubled.

But it was only for a moment, too. I immediately asked my sons behind me, "What do you think?" Throw the gaze.

The three brothers, who were thrown round the issue, often looked at each other.

After a while, my youngest brother Pearlshire answers instead of his elder brother, who looks as difficult as his father, and his youngest brother, who rarely opens his mouth, even if he knows it.

"I don't think it would be harmful to curse. Maybe I can forgive you for that?

To my son's answer, Jaharngil took one big snort just to say "I thought so too". Then, as if to say, "I forgive because I am generous," I try to put my arms around the people who stare at me and nod to Eagle Deep.

Then, there was hospitable air flowing around.

But soon the anger and curse fly as if to dispel it.

"These outer roads! You bastards are falling into the swamp of Genovanda!

"Murderers! For better or for better, don't be ashamed of yourself!

"Apologize to my son you killed and die! You genobandas!

The people of Holmeer began to curse the Romanian National Army when they knew that cursing was acceptable.

Some depression (nausea) could not be directly harmed, and the outrage and curse were faint. And it was raised by more than ten thousand men. The overlapping curse and anger became a thunderous roar that fell nearby.

This whimpering roar will draw blood from the face of no one left in the Romanian National Army.

Though the reward of the barbarity we have done so far, it is like being stuck on the tip of our nose that the people of the Holmeer country are causing so much anger and hatred.

The generals and the lords snap the cloth from their heads to escape this curse and contempt, or gather their men around themselves to wall them.

To the sight, Gordia sighed.

The appearance of generals and marquises trying to avoid the curse and contempt of the people of the Holmeer country only seemed to Gordia to be in reverse disgrace.

Compared to that, what do you think?

Gordia turned her eyes next to herself and there was a solon walking with his cane with a full grin through this storm of curses and anger.

It is definitely Solon who is now being placed in the most dangerous place on this occasion.

In the unlikely event that the people of Holmea strike, they will be slaughtered first by the soldiers around them as a price for breaking the covenant. Nor do I believe that, even if we escape that ordeal, the people of the Holmeer country, turned into thugs, will distinguish the solon with the Romanian National Army from the subordination of the Son of Destruction. Either way, what awaits is an unbroken death.

Even so, Gordia was impressed by the appearance of Solon, who didn't even show any shards such as fright.

It's what I want.

Having thought of it that way, Gordia dared to turn away the shortcomings who tried to hide her appearance.

"The status quo is the result of the harmony I have concluded. Then this is something I have to take on. Also, this is not just a retreat. This is a march to acquire the interests of the Rabbian River, which has been the long-standing dream of the Romanian State. Don't make a grand exit, okay?

That being said, he walked out with his chest stretched with the temper to take on the scolding and contempt thrown at the Romanian National Army.

Besides, they panicked.

Whoever the people of the Holmeer Country would most likely be causing hatred on this occasion is undoubtedly Gordia, Prince of the Romanian Country. It would be like oiling the flames of anger of the people of Holmeer.

But Gordia deliberately laughs out loud at that worry.

"Then it's still good. The Son of Destruction can't let this one wound me as one in order to preserve his reputation for weighing his own faith. Why don't you run away to protect me?"

This Gordia was right.

At this time, the Ethereal Horse, who thought that the Jahangils might not be able to hold him back due to too much excitement among the angry and cursing people, was already rushed to deal with such things as giving instructions to Zoog and Setius.

In a humiliating retreat, Gordia rewarded the Ethereal Horse beautifully.

Later, when he heard this Gordian word from the returning Solon, the Ethereal Horse had to revalue Prince Gordia as "a man who lacks judgment and decisiveness in the military, but is never insulted in negotiations and rushes".

Gordia, who was reassessed by the Ethereal Horse as a foe in distress, but by the general on the Romanian side, an ally, had the following assessment:

Shameless for traitors.

Originally, Prince Gordia had low expectations from generals and the Hordes. Though proven in politics, Gordia, who lacks military skills in civilian skin, was originally regarded by the military-related generals as a prince who could not be relied upon either by himself or by the warlords on the battlefield in this era.

For this reason, Gordia's actions in the shadow of courage also befell the traitor Aurelius, and he regarded his march in the prince as a disgrace.

And the contempt of those generals and the marquises was not confined only to those who were present here. The contempt for Gordia spreads from their mouths back home to the many generals and lords who have heard a series of events. Gordia thus rapidly loses her courage as heir to the throne.

No one had a reason (okay) to know at this time that it was going to be a factor in the subsequent confusion in the Romanian state and even invite the intervention of a single viper.