Hakai no Miko

"I'm finally done..."

The Ethereal Horse shrugged so smugly.

The Romanian National Army, which had withdrawn from the city of Gatzen, had gone so far that its appearance no longer appeared as small as a sesame grain.

The people of the Holmeer Country, who were so cursed and angry at its Romanian National Army, are now taking the hands and weeping of their fellow countrymen, who had been abused (done) in the city of Gatzen.

And the soldiers who fought through the tough battlefields according to themselves were winning there, regardless of race.

In such a sight, the Ethereal Horse realized that a series of battles had finally ended.

Once in a while, the chest of the pale horse is flooded with various emotions. Of all the emotions flooding through the hearts of the vertiginously switched, standing and pale horses, the last thing left was the regret of "I did it" and the "What do we do?" I was anxious.

The Ethereal Horse nods unexpectedly on the spot and holds his head.

"Ahhh. I've already got a problem."

The Holmeer and Romanian countries, known as the two males, long competing for hegemony in the western part of the continent of Cerdeas. It is a word that I do not believe to have been leaked out of the mouth of a man who, of course, swallowed the majority of the Holmeer country and who has done great deeds of leaving the Romanian country again.

But that was the false feeling of the Ethereal Horse.

In the first place, the Ethereal Horse was not going to do it until he swallowed the Holmeer Country.

Initially, the plan was to have the Holmeer country confront the Romanian country so that they could not help themselves. Even if it failed, it was trying to pull back into the city of Bornis just to give the crusaders a painful hand that could be directed at them.

However, if you open the lid, this is the result.

Maybe it's an amazing feat for others, but from the Ethereal Horse, I just have to say, "I did it".

Somehow, I've got almost a whole country. If you simply compare the area, the Sorbiant plains you already possess are wider. However, if it is the number of people living there, it is naturally determined that the Holmeer country is more overwhelming.

And the tangles and disturbances are always proportional to the number of people.

Even the city of Bornis, which was only a local city, struggled so hard to govern. If that were to be one whole country, how hard would it have to be?

The Ethereal Horse didn't even want to think about it.

Sooner or later, we had to settle with the Holmeer country, because we were supposed to spend more time preparing supplies, raising bureaucrats and planning things in close advance.

But all of it is broken. Besides, if it was me who did it, I couldn't complain about anyone.

But just because it's hard doesn't mean we're going to push the Holmeer country back "after all," now.

Though I know it is, when the Ethereal Horse begins to think seriously about the possibility, Shemr, who refrained next door, speaks up.

"Hey, Soma."

To a pale horse who looks up at herself as she sits down, Shemr says, including a small laugh.

"Doesn't seem like a lot to me."

The Ethereal Horse, who was told that it was such a problem that he was bothering his head, but didn't seem like a big deal about it, etc., just came catchy.

"Where?! Good? It's tougher than ever. For example -"

The Ethereal Horse, who has eaten on Shemr, will be counting and pointing out the problems that we will have to deal with. Improving awareness of discrimination against heterogeneities from post-war reconstruction to the abolition of the identity system, responding to the northern deities, which have yet to be respected, and dealing with ecclesiastical religions within Holmea. Those problems are not all domestic. The Romanian state, though repelled, will not cry over this either. Exactly the guy who says he has an internal affliction.

Anyway, there are piles of problems that need to be solved.

Having finished listing the challenges that need to be solved, the Ethereal Horse said, "What do you say, it's tough! All I said was," I let Shemru stretch my chest.

Shemr, however, puts his finger on his body and puts his neck up.

"It still doesn't seem like a big deal to me."

To Shemr's words, the Ethereal Horse was taken aback.

The Ethereal Horse, who immediately returned to me, tried to explain how this problem was important and difficult to solve, this time trying to make her understand.

But before that, now Shemr counts and says.

"A poor human kid who doesn't know where he came from got this loyalty of mine. It saved Zoan on the plains, who was all or near doom, and took back the land that had been taken from him. Plus he defeated the black beast even Zoan feared and got the city of Bornis. And I finally got to the country"

What Shemr cited was what Ethereal Horse had accomplished so far. To the pale horse who strips his eyes in surprise at it. Shemru makes him laugh like a prank.

"What do you say? Instead of a few times what was just mentioned, dozens of times - no, I've seen it accomplish what just seems so impossible. Compared to those, you can't even think it's not a big deal, can you?

Besides, the pale horse was stuck in words.

Shemr just wonders if that's what he's seen.

"Besides. At first, you were dropped into this world by yourself, but now you have Raging Fangs. There are also" Angry Claws ". Jaharngil, Eladia, Pipi, Marcronis on Dvarin -"

Shemr named people one after the other.

"There's plenty more. These people will surely help you."

Then, Shemr proudly showed his chest up.

"And above all, isn't this me? So it's okay."

Often the pale horse blinked his eyes.

Shemr's argument is unfounded.

But the Ethereal Horse kind of convinced me.

"Yeah. Sure, maybe"

To put it that way, I kind of really felt that way.

"Yeah. Right. You're absolutely right!

The Ethereal Horse stands up completely.

Until earlier, regrets and anxieties had disappeared. I feel lighter without heart or even my body and more energetic.

"All right! Good luck, Shemr!

After that, the Ethereal Horse looks back to the west. What spreads there is the land of the Holmeer country, which has newly become its own territory.

The Ethereal Horse opened his arms wide to welcome it in.

"Because you're building our country!

Now it was only in the western realm, or throughout the whole continent of Cerdeas, that a nation was about to be born, even a legend, in future generations.

But the road to it could never have been flat.

Because...

◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

Piata, who had taken the brave men of Baihua Squad, overlooked the Masarca Guanmen Fort from the top of the cliffs on which the fortifications of Roylops were built.

What you see there is a long line of serpents headed for the Rabian River. It was a line of soldiers waiting for the order of boarding a boat crossing the river to return to their home country, Romania.

It was Piata who looked down at it for a while, but inadvertently starts to raise her voice and laugh.

"How is it done, Your Highness?

Suddenly I was surprised to start laughing. When Demetria called out, Piata said as she hoisted up the edge of her mouth.

"Can this stay without laughing? - Look at this."

What Piata pointed out was a row of long serpents under his eyes. Many of the soldiers there did not have the relieved color of being able to return home safely, but remained silent with a dark look.

"This unusual appearance while temporarily attacking even the king capital of the enemy country. We have won the Rabbian River, but in fact we have only been fed with the mercy of the Son of Destruction. We lost!

As Piata pointed out, it was fatigue and, above all, a sense of defeat that covered the soldiers of the Romanian National Army.

Until just a few days ago, it was a great victory to take General Darius, also known as the enemy of the Romanian nation, and to raise him to the rank of King Walius of Holmea, who attacked the King's capital. Who the hell could have expected it to be like this?

But besides, Piata says with pleasure.

"Exactly! That's the man who defeated my master! That's right, Son of Destruction!

It has to be like this. If you're the man who defeated your master, you deserve to do this.

The thought became a laugh and flooded out of Piata's mouth.

Demetria speaks up after predicting that Piata had finished laughing a little.

"Your Highness. From now on, how about it?

To Demetria's inquiry, Piata quenched her grin softly.

"This time (this time) was the defeat of our country. But what I got myself is huge."

Piata looked back over her shoulder as she remained on the horse.

Its eyes were turned on a luggage car strictly guarded by the brave men of the Baihua Squad. There were piles of tools that didn't even know what the mountain-like documents and applications were for.

That is the legacy of Piata's master.

And it's Piata's upcoming weapon.

"I found out. the new possibilities of Baihua Squad. And above all, the Son of Destruction.

But that's not yet complete. We need to take the time to consider the possibilities that I have come to know. What can we do? What do we do? You have to know that.

And you must know more about the Son of Destruction. What can he do? What does he do? What will it produce? I must know everything about it. "

So Piata set aside for a beat and then said well.

"'I know my enemies, I know myself, and there is a battle ahead of me'. That's what Lord Darius said."

It was a passage in The Book of Darius.

Fighting is not something you do with thought or momentum. It's a word that means it's done in view of my strength, my equipment, my morale, my situation, etc.

Besides, Demetria sighs small.

"Your Highness. You speak lightly of those who were also called Romanian enemies."

Piata, bewitched by Demetria, laughs back at Hiroshi.

"I'm not going to let that happen."

Silently silencing Demetria's cold glance, "That's what I want you to do," Piata continues.

"You and the Hundreds are the only ones here right now. Are you or any of the Baihua squadrons narrow enough to disrespect the good because they are enemies?

No one can argue with the beloved princess if she says so. Demetria and the brave men of Baihua squad laughed bitterly.

To such people Piata throws a smile and then turns his face west.

From here, I don't see that.

But Piata's eyes reflected the inmates of the Master who would be ahead, and his own mighty enemies.

"Oh. That's right! Son of Destruction. I respect you!

Piata stretched her right hand west with her palm up, as she invited her dance opponent.

"You're an amazing guy.

He emerges from nowhere alone in this land, wins the trust of Zoan, hostile to man, obeys the heretical slaves, and leaves that Lord Darius. Who else can do this?!

You're a horrible guy.

It swallows the Holmeer country, known as both males in the western region, and even our Romanian country is retreating, finally trying to spread its influence throughout the western region. This is what you did!

As a result, I have the greatest respect for you!

What is in Piata's voice is the unmistakable sound of praise.

"And with that greatest respect -"

A sharp blade sparkled in Piata's face, which until then seemed to float hot.

And when you close the right palm you were stretching out and give back your arms, it becomes a fist poking at the enemy.

"- I will definitely beat you down and show you!

Piata flipped her horse's head as her voice of determination lingered as an aftertaste.

"Let's go!

Behind Piata, who said so and ran his horse, Demetria and the brave men of the Baihua squad set up a flag indicating Piata, followed later.

In the flag of Piata in the wind, the wolf carrying the white lily seemed to move as if trying to fly to prey.