Hakai no Miko

In future generations he was a pale horse who was supposedly delighted to destroy the crowning treasure vessel, but his thoughts at this time were:

"It's a waste..."

It is a passage on the way from the sacrificial site where the crown treasure vessel was destroyed to the sight that serves as a place for communicating one's policies to the Old Ministers and the Hordes of the Holmeer Country. So the Ethereal Horse had leaked so smudgingly from earlier.

The Ethereal Horse is a modern Japanese who has a far edge in succession to the throne and crowning. Still, if the Ethereal Horse were to mention something similar among what it knows, the first thing that comes to mind would be the three kinds of artifacts that the emperors of history have conveyed. When it comes to the three kinds of artifacts, they are all treasures in this world that have been handed down from ancient times. It is not only its value as a symbol of the Emperor, but also the historical value it has itself undergone is immeasurable.

If you think of it like that, you can imagine Ethereal Horse saying that the crowning treasure vessel of the Holmeer Country is something you can never even grate.

That is why I find it a waste of time to destroy it, even though it is a liturgy that shows how much the end of one country ends.

If you're about to break it, why don't you build a museum-like facility so many people can appreciate it?

That's what the Ethereal Horse suggested.

It is also natural for the public to admire the relics of ancient dynasties such as Egypt and China on display in museums in modern Japan. If it was said to be the legacy of a doomed dynasty, the Ethereal Horse was secretly also excited when it made him feel rather romantic there.

"I hope you don't mind that."

But Pompius, the former Chancellor, told me to be carefree.

"A crowned treasure vessel of a doomed country is the body of a country, so to speak. I beg your forgiveness only to expose it to the public."

Regardless of the ancient dynasty that has been doomed for so long, it is difficult to deny it if it is said to exist until the other day, let alone to expose to the public the crowning treasure vessel of the country that you have destroyed.

There was also a history of the Ethereal Horse apologizing peacefully and withdrawing it.

Still, when the Ethereal Horse is still foolish that it's a waste, Shemr says with a shuddering face.

"If you say so much, shouldn't you have had it, as everyone else says?

Shemr was right, and there was a suggestion from the Old Ministers and the Hordes of the Holmeer that they should receive the crowning vessel, either euphemistically or directly.

"Absolutely not that"

The Ethereal Horse immediately denied.

"If I receive the Crown Treasure, it will be pointless."

To the extent that receiving the crowning treasure vessel of the Holmeer Country meant inheritance of the Holmeer Country itself, the Ethereal Horse could also be imagined. And I also understand that those are the least disruptive and reasonable means of governing the Holmeer country in the future.

But then my claim that I was denying control by descent or an existing country will be shaken. It was an unacceptable proposition for the Ethereal Horse.

"Then break it off. You don't look like a man."

To Shemr's exact point, the pale horse whose consciousness stuffed the words Ugh. Then I swim my eyes slightly, and then I say it quickly.

"Here, here. Everyone's waiting, let's hurry."

Then toward the back of the Ethereal Horse, who walked out the aisle with the sleaze, Shemr leaked one big sigh before speeding his feet himself.

So he was a pale horse who took Shemr and went in between his glances, but there he stopped again.

It was the old ministers and lords of the Holmeer kingdom who stopped the Ethereal Horse's feet. It had not been heard that they had gone in between sights when they said they would prepare to welcome themselves. But I never thought they would welcome themselves, lined up neatly on either side of the red carpet laid straight from the entrance between the sights.

A samurai-like man, who had refrained by the entrance, speaks to a pale horse who wandered into their gaze thrown from left to right.

"Please, move on"

You can't stop if you say so. Moving his legs as he wandered into the gaze showered from left to right, the Ethereal Horse temporarily let his gaze wander left to right.

The Ethereal Horse, who had already announced the abolition of the identity system and status, intended to discuss it face to face with the Old Ministers and the Horsemen of the Holmeer Country.

But they're lined up on the left and right. Now we have nowhere to stand. Anyway, if you move on to see if there's anywhere available, you'll be right in front of the throne.

Now that King Walius is dead and his heir, Alexius, is no longer missing, only Princess Walina has the right to sit on this throne. But that Princess Wallina, too, is not here right now. It seems that he is finally standing or standing from the spiritual burden of destroying the crowned treasure vessel with his own hands, because the pale horse he saw forced him to rest.

Therefore the throne in front of you, now there is no one to sit on.

Does being made to come before such a throne mean that you should sit here?

If he thought so and the Ethereal Horse looked back, the Old Ministers and the Horsemen of the Holmeer Country were just saying "Sit down quickly" instead of trying to stop them.

In fact, this was a trap.

Though not counted as a crowning treasure vessel in the Holmeer kingdom, the throne is also a symbol of the throne. In other countries, it may even be treated as a crowned treasure vessel.

As soon as I sat on that throne, the old ministers and the marquis said, "Long live the new king of the Holmeer kingdom!," was the formula for chanting aloud and forcefully offering the Ethereal Horse to King Holmeer.

Even if Ethereal Horse himself doesn't admit it, if he makes that fait accompli, it belongs here. You inherited the Holmeer kingdom, so you are tempted to crush the reforms that Ethereal Horse is trying to do if you are asked to follow the Holmeer kingdom's fashion.

Nothing. Old ministers and lords of the Holmeer State surrendered to the Ethereal Horse after swallowing the conditions for renouncing vested interests such as status, identity and territory in order to escape the atrocities of the Romanian State, but, as the metaphor forgets heat if the throat is too high, the vested interests that should now be renounced after the ordeal had passed were spared.

Such an old minister and the Horses stared with anticipation, but somehow the Ethereal Horse does not try to sit on the throne.

Did you see through this thought?!

Tensions run between the Old Ministers and the Hordes of the Holmeer Country.

In that, the Ethereal Horse, who had a difficult face on his throne in front of him, pounded and spilled.

"... that's embarrassing"

At this time, what the Ethereal Horse had in mind was the figure of himself sitting on the throne.

During the sight, which also serves as a diplomatic venue, luxurious ornaments are decorated to show the prestige of the great powers, and ceilings, walls, etc. are painted with wonderful murals to fill. Such things were deliberately structured to lift the throne in the deepest part of the spectacle, and the throne was just luxurious enough to match it again.

On such a throne, a little bit of yourself sitting.

The Ethereal Horse imagining it shivers too much of a shame.

It shrinks to say that even if we are welcomed by the old ministers and the ranks of the Holmeisters, the minute is disproportionate. Yet it couldn't have been possible, such as looking down on them with a glimpse of such a splendid throne.

Among them, it was Shemr's eyes in the imagination that split up and stir up the shame of the Ethereal Horse.

I can easily imagine her staring at herself with pitiful eyes that look at the poor thing, making the pale horse miserable.

It's impossible to sit back on the throne.

Showing his usual carelessness, the Ethereal Horse butted the throne forward.

Suspicious stigmatization begins to leak all the time to a pale horse who does not sit back on the throne.

The Ethereal Horse who took it on his back was in a hurry.

But there is no way I can tell you to change the chair because it is now disproportionate and embarrassing. There was a pale horse in need of what was going on, who would send out a help ship.

"Dear Lord, Dear Soma Kisaki, Son of Destruction"

It is Eladia who recognises herself as the chief woman of the palace of the Ethereal Horse.

She tied her golden hair high and put together an elegant, albeit elegant, courtesy. Only then will the smelling colour be engulfed, and the exhalation of admiration leaks from among the old ministers and lords of the Holmeer country.

"On my own, I let you prepare for the courtyard, as usual. If you don't mind, why don't they move the place over there?

To Eladia's offer, the Ethereal Horse said, "Let's do that!" I let my voice play and I agreed with pleasure.

As well as letting one of the female officers guide the pale horses, Eladia herself tells the old minister and the queens of the Holmeer country, confused by the unexpected developments, "I will change the place," and leads them to the courtyard by standing first.

Led by Eladia and bewildered but coming to the courtyard of the Royal Palace, the Old Minister and the Hordes of the Holmeer Nation were astonished by the A's.

The large courtyard was enlarged with a large cloth woven with a distinctive Zoan pattern. There are no chairs, desks, etc. on the cloth, and instead a cushion is placed in a circular fashion.

This was the way the consultation took place in the city of Bornis.

Buildings of this era are inferior to lighting and breathability compared to modern ones. Especially the buildings at the heart of the administration serve as fortresses in times of war, such as fortifications and castles. The windows have not been taken to a large extent so as not to compromise the durability of the walls, nor to prevent arrows, fire kettles, etc. from jumping indoors.

Then, from the Ethereal Horse who knows modern Japanese houses, I feel that the interior is really dim and my breath is stuck.

So when the Ethereal Horse consulted with everyone in the city of Bornis, and so on, he spread the cloth in the courtyard of the Lordship's residence if the weather was good, and he preferred to do it on it.

It also meant that not using a chair and deliberately laying a cloth to prepare a seat futon did not set high or low in the seat and did not create superiority or inferiority in the seating order by becoming a car seat.

Still, only the Ethereal Horse is bigger than the others in order to give it some form - as if it were the only seat available with a chair-like futon.

"Yeah. I knew I'd like this one to sit down."

The Ethereal Horse, sitting down on a fuzzy seat, said so in a hoarse tone.

Great and looking down on people from heights is not right for sex. Besides, it is clear today, and the wind is calm. This is how I feel better under sunny weather than in a dim indoor.

"Come on. Everybody sit down."

When the Ethereal Horse prompted him to do so, the lifestyle Zoans who would sit in the tent where the fur textiles would be laid, as well as the elves and dwarves who were in these consultations, lowered their hips one after the other.

However, humans on the former Holmeer side hesitate.

In fact, there was a tendency in the Holmeer country to sit back barbaric without even using a chair.

This is due to the fact that the State of Holmea has long been hostile to Zoan over the hegemony of the Sorbiant Plains.

It's only natural to try to give away the trivial things of a hostile opponent and denigrate them. One of them was that Zoan looked down on him as a barbaric act to sit directly down on the cloth without using a chair.

For this reason, the old ministers and the marquis, who were urged to sit on the pale horse, did not try to sit.

One man came forward from among the old ministers and lords when the pale horse, who had no idea there was such a grip, was baffled by the extent to which he lay his back on the cloth.

What a poor man.

Back to back with luxurious garments with colourful embroidery, the small body looked so fine that the stronger the wind, the more likely it would be to be flown away, that it did not look like a nobleman who would have a great deal of trouble eating it. Also, its appearance of thin hair on a thin surface like a cheek and teeth on a slightly larger looking ear reminds me of a mouse somewhere.

Moving his eyes here and there, as he cared about the neighborhood, his impression was reinforced by the modus operandi.

The man calls on the Old Ministers and the Hordes of the Holmeer Country.

"We surrendered. Let's do what you want here."

When he said so, the man lowered his head to Pekopeko and the Ethereal Horse as he lowered his hips to the sleaze and the cloth.

"I beg your forgiveness for the great Son of Destruction, Soma Kisaki, for whatever it is. Everyone is suddenly confused. - All of you, sit down."

When prompted to sit down by a man, the old ministers and the marquis understood that it was not obvious, so they were reluctant, but began to lower their hips with one another.

Though he feels something uninterrupted by the attitude of a man who snaps at himself, the pale horse opens his tease when he sees them all lowered back.

"The Holmeer nation is coming to an end today, and from now on I will rule this country."

Since that precedence, Aoima explained the treatment of the old ministers and the marquis in future rule. They remain the covenants exchanged with Mutos, lord of the city of L'Oma, and with the queens of the western part of the Holmeer country, such as the liberation of slaves to the abolition of the identity system and the deprivation of autonomy of the territory previously recognised by the King.

They were the same as those communicated when they offered to surrender, but once again the dismay of the old ministers and the Horsemen, who were stuck with the fact that they would lose their status and vested interests, was profound.

And some repent, and some say unto the old ministers, and unto the lords, that the pale horse, who hath finished his account, cougheth up one, and then telleth them:

"If you can't accept it, I won't dare impose it"

The Old Ministers and the Horsemen were puzzled by the unthinkable words, as to what they meant. Towards them like that, the pale horse continues his words.

"I don't blame you for not wanting to work under me. Lords also think that if they can't comply, they can recognize territorial independence and autonomy and have a reciprocal relationship."

The old ministers and the hounds were surprised at this as well with their eyes round.

It was unthinkable, such as the conqueror not seeking obedience. Not to mention the reciprocal relationship that recognised independence and autonomy, which means recognising it as a single country. But then, within its own territory, it will carry other nations, like producing and raising bugs in the lion itself.

It is also natural that I could not believe it.

But I was confident in the Ethereal Horse.

Five years ago, when I got the city of Bornis, it was the governing of the city that I had to rely on only halfway knowledge to start by hand exploration. It's all a series of trials and errors that have failed and frustrated us many times.

But the struggle was also fruitful, and now the city of Bornis was the most developed in the western part of the continent.

In addition to those achievements and experiences, and above all with collaborators such as Michena and Solon, who gained their knowledge in the course of those hardships, I am sure that the Holmeer State will also be able to govern well. And I can be richer in accepting my own rule than I have ever been.

I know it won't be possible soon, but I'm sure the Ethereal Horse had the confidence to make me think so.

"I won't rush your decision. Think until you're satisfied, talk to everyone, and make a decision you won't regret."

That is why the Ethereal Horse, with a spare grin, told the Old Ministers and the Horses: