Hakai no Miko

Afterwards, the Ethereal Horse held a banquet.

When it comes to deepening rapport, it's a banquet.

When I was in modern Japan, I was a pale horse who was still a boy who could not drink, but I remember well how my father was going out drinking by branding it as a friendly party or get-together on something.

It was a feast held from such a cheap contemporary Japanese idea, but soon Aoima realized her failure.

Anyway, until the other day, he looked down on the subhumanity, the failure of slaves and human species who had unwittingly rebelled, and in the Zoan of the Sorbiant Plains, he was a man of the Holmeer country who was about to be decimated by a beast below the cattle. You can't be convinced that even if they tell you to take your hands together and get along now, yes, you are.

It is also true for the side of non-human species that have been discriminated against.

As a result, the Ethereal Horses and those on the side of the former Holmeer kingdom broke the banquet hall in two.

Moreover, it was also a bad idea to make it a form of a standing party that could move freely without setting up certain seats that were not in the customs of the Continental of Cerdeas in this era, so that we could interact freely with each other. Instead, it hardened only in the body, and it was no longer an atmosphere of deepening friendship.

"I don't like these shady drinks."

Because Zoog, a liquor lover, looks grumpy, and he says it all out, he also knows the atmosphere of the banquet.

But the only exception among them was that poor minister man.

Only the man was alone from the gathering of the hosts, and carried the cup with one hand to Zoan and the dwarves.

But putting a nagging, thin grin on his face and even lowering his head like a comeback was so humble that the Ethereal Horse frowned. That's just for the strong, and he doesn't look like he's really trying to deepen his friendship in the real sense.

A voice can be heard on the back of a pale horse who was still observing a man waving a loving laugh toward the grumpy Zoog.

"How is he?

At some point, then it was Eladia who stood behind the pale horse.

"Hmm? I'm just curious about that guy."

From that demeaning attitude, it didn't seem like someone with a very good standing. But if you look where everyone followed you when you sat on the cloth earlier, I guess you're never as low as you are.

Eladia responds promptly to the Ethereal Horse, who remembered such a question, having already looked into important figures in the Holmeer country in advance.

"This is Mendax, the prime minister of the Holmeer nation."

"Is that the prime minister?

The Ethereal Horse was surprised.

Speaking of prime ministers, I hear of the heavy duty of partitioning nations in place of kings. And when it comes to the Chancellor, whom the Ethereal Horse knows, so is Pompius, who has only recently gained an insight into what bears the word "ex" on its head.

Pompius looks like an old man with a small body like a child. At the same time, however, the person who divided a nation was one who was as dignified as it was to make a pale horse disappear.

Compared to that, it didn't seem very good to the Ethereal Horse that Mendax was the same Chancellor.

It is also Pompius who has so far been the focal point for negotiations with the Holmeer State. But if there had been a Prime Minister, he would have had to come out all the way as head of negotiations on the part of the Holmeer State.

Eladia dives into her voice and says to the pale horse who is so surprised.

"My name is the Chancellor, but you think it's just a name? In the shadows, we have heard that it is" held "by the hem."

"Hem holding?

When the Ethereal Horse inquired back into the unfamiliar words, Eladia nodded small before continuing.

"Some of the luxurious costumes that the royal aristocrats put together have very long hems. When walking, small objects that follow from behind with it are called 'hem holding' so that those long hems do not rub the ground. Instead, they call those who are frightened by the powerful and who try to keep them in their favor," hem-handed. "

Originally Mendax was from a poor junior aristocrat, he said he was just a small thing with a low back and a good granny.

But if it happened that King Walius liked it there and promoted it from a trinket to a near-term, he even said that he had just emerged with a great deal of applause to minister, or that he had been given King Walius' sister to become a relative of the royal family, and that he had finally become a prime minister who had been vacant seat since Pompius withdrew.

If he is such a prime minister, he has no hope, and he has no ability to put the negotiations together. He also said he was all hastily hesitant to discuss whether to invade the Romanian country or descend on the Ethereal Horse. That was why Pompius, who was supposed to have left, had to arrange a meeting to negotiate with the Ethereal Horse and decide to surrender.

And Eladia concluded with the following words:

"It seems to me that when a strong man has no pride or ability, he is like a difficult dwarf."

Besides, the Ethereal Horse pulls his face.

I hope you stay smiling like a maiden who doesn't know dirt and don't say such spicy words. I'm more scared than I can honestly be angry or disgusted.

With that in mind, Eladia turned her gaze to the side as the pale horse had a dry loving laugh. What a way to follow Eladia's gaze, there was the figure of the old ministers and marquis of the Holmeer Country, who would be consolidated in the corner of the banquet hall.

Eladia gracefully gives them a toast when the Ethereal Horse wonders what's wrong with them.

"Now I'm going to see if you're enjoying it. - Enjoy yourself, Master Soma."

Eladia's hindsight, who says so and walks away, is slightly smooth, even though she's just walking. He was a pale horse following it with his sticking eyes, but he returns to me even though Shemr was elbowed on its flank.

"Hey, what's up? Shemr?"

He was a pale horse who asked in a hurry, like a husband held up the scene of an affair, but Shemr had his face pointed elsewhere.

The Ethereal Horse, who looked to those who Shemr was watching, where the Mendax, which was embellished by Zoog, was now about to sell his charm to Jahangil, who was luxuriously meaty. But at the time Jahangil thought he was interrupted in his diet, and when he stripped his fangs and intimidated him, Mendax rushed away.

It's a sight like an act of a funny play, but Shemr says it with a face like he mouthed even the sinister one.

"You're a disgusting man."

Neither did the Ethereal Horse dispute that.

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He was a pale horse watching Mendax exposed to ugliness, but he also had those who were observing.

Those are the old ministers and lords of the Holmeer kingdom.

Because of the dissatisfaction of having to let go of their vested interests and the disappointment of being circumvented by the trap of the throne they had put on, they were interested in the evil talk of the Ethereal Horse with their faces together.

"As for the Son of the Goddess of Death and Destruction, I wonder what kind of horrible guy he is, he's no big deal."

"Dear Left, that would be a better place for a civilian kid."

"Are you frightened of the throne in front of you?"

Everyone agrees with a dim mockery when someone speaks ill of the Ethereal Horse, and someone else speaks ill of it. It was that repetition.

Many of the lords here are nobles who had territories around the king's capital. That was why the title was high, and there was a corresponding height of temperament. The same is true of those who were officials in the capital of the king, which is the centre of the kingdom.

For that reason they were looking down on the slaves and the subhumans - and they were strongly dissatisfied with the current situation of having to obey the Ethereal Horse, known as its head.

But that's why, as the Ethereal Horse put it, suddenly I didn't want to be independent. Independence is fine, but that alone will isolate you within a great nation. It was not something that could be decided without at least checking the trends of the other gods.

This evil talk to the pale horse also says, "You can't submit to the Son of Destruction either. What are we gonna do? It was also a call to take a common pace."

But that's how we explore each other's bellies, and we never say it from ourselves. Because if you are the originator, you may be held accountable later. Everyone waited for anyone but themselves to speak out.

For that reason, he did not know that his bad words to the Ethereal Horse would stay. And when the nasty talk became scarce, he finally began to give it even a few tricks and ways of speaking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you enjoying yourselves?

It was the elves of demonic beauty - Eladia - who came there.

Every trick of it stirs up a man's inferiority, even though he's not doing anything in particular. Besides, several of the marquises accidentally rang their throats and swallowed their saliva.

"I'm having fun. - Hey, you and your lords, too, right?

When a man of Eladia's beauty said so with a slightly lowered face, the other lords stretched out under his nose and agreed.

And Eladia says, "Thank you for that," and then somewhat dives into her voice and says,

"Earlier, you all noticed Soma's sincerity, and I was relieved."

In the face of the marquis, there is a uniform look of surprise.

What the hell is the sincerity of the Son of Destruction?

I didn't know what Eladia was talking about, and the old ministers and the Horsemen were confused. Before them like that, Eladia shows a bare gesture that cares about her surroundings, and then goes on with the words.

"Master Soma was ashamed to sit down on the throne from which the Holmeer kingdom originated, and dared to sit in the garden - no, you chose to sit on this Serdeas earth"

So Eladia cut the words.

The Horsemen dare cut off their words. Think there, so that they may be invited to what was meant. And I realized what if.

Sit in the garden. I think that would be a barbaric act. But the meaning will change if they say that it will sit in the land of Cerdeas, not in the garden.

Namely, isn't that an expression of ambition to conquer this western realm - no, if you do poorly, the whole continent too, and reign over it?

It is also convincing to say, with that in mind, that it would be a disgrace to be seated on the throne of the Holmeer country, which is certainly only one of the western regions, no matter how it comes from.

Eladia grinned terribly when the crowd gave her a startled look at the speculation.

"But thank you very much. with the throne of the earth on which he sat. That is, I know that you have shown readiness to take on one end of Master Soma's hegemony. I wish I had rejected it on that occasion..."

Eladia shuddered her body small enough not to say she was horrible enough to think.

Besides, once again, the old ministers and the Horsemen marvel at Allah.

If it cannot be with the Son of Destruction to reign over this earth as a throne, there are only two paths left. In other words, we will have to win a place in this earth by our own means, hostile to the Son of Destruction, or else we will have to go somewhere other than this earth - that is, to the underworld.

The old ministers and the Horsemen realized that they were now standing exactly at Seto's time of life and death, leaving no one behind and blued their faces.

"If you were still haunted -"

Eladia releases a stout language when she brings a full smile to her face like a large circle of luxury opens.

"- Please make your decision after consulting closely with all of you. Master Soma wants that too."

Trouble is reluctance to bow down to the Son of Destruction. Doesn't consultation with everyone mean conspiring with those who disobey Kyoujun and flipping the flag against the Son of Destruction? And that the Son of Destruction wants it, which means -.

"If you can't follow me, you can all call me back."

I could hear such a pale horse in the ears of the Horses, which I had never even heard.

Before the old ministers and the marquis, who uniformly lost their complexion, Eladia laughs cordially as they hide their licences on the back of her hand with elegance.

"Even if you look gentle like that, that one is definitely the son of the goddess of death and destruction. The woman who insulted that person and worked disrespectfully, etc. suddenly blew a bubble and thought she had fallen, just like that..."

Eladia dared not speak to the end.

But that, in turn, reminds me of the unbroken death of that woman officer.

And everyone lay themselves on the look of that pathetic lady, and she was frightened.

To them like that, Eladia shows them all the more gracefully.

"Okay, gentlemen. Please don't hesitate to talk to me until you're satisfied."

The words were heard in the ears of the Old Minister and the Horsemen, "I hope you like as much as you like such futile consultation as defies the Son of Destruction".

Leaving the Old Minister and the Horsemen in consternation and terror, Eladia walked away from the scene, showing a bright hindsight that a man could not help but unexpectedly chase with his eyes.

But there was no longer room for the remaining Hordes to admire the hindsight of Eladia.

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One elf woman dives into her voice and asks Eladia, who has made the hearts and hearts of the Horsemen from the cold.

"Sister. Are you angry at me for insulting Master Soma?

It is a well-known story that elves have much better hearing than humans.

Naturally, it was the Eladias' elves who were mocking the Ethereal Horse by the Old Ministers and the Horses of the Holmeer Nation.

When it comes to "telling a secret story in front of an elf" in an empire and elsewhere in the centre of the continent, it is an adage that means futile ascension and foolish acts. Originally, however, in the West End, where there were few elves, the good ears of the elves were thin as a matter of fact, even if they knew those words. Neither did the old ministers or the Horsemen ever think that they were even listening to the secret stories in the corner of the venue.

But that's why I can't help feeling angry if they hear me say my benefactor like oh and bad.

That would be the same for Eladia. Otherwise, there is no reason to surprise the Old Ministers and the Hordes by saying, for example, that the Son of Destruction has the ambition to reign over all of the Continent of Cerdeas.

Anyway, Ethereal Horse, who is at the heart of the matter, often fools himself into wanting to live freely on the plains by giving up his lord to someone because he decides that the lord's work will be busy. What we don't really have with us, such as our ambitions to reign over all of the continent of Cerdeas, is that if you're an elf woman working near a pale horse, everyone knows.

But to the woman's question, Eladia answers with a smile.

"Oh? What is this about?

It is a smile reminiscent of an innocent girl who really knows nothing.

But I'm afraid of why.

"It was a pry of my misunderstanding."

The woman immediately apologized.

But that's all I have to say.

Indeed, it is true that the woman who had just come in knocked the blushing dressed Ethereal Horse out of the office without knowing otherwise, and later graduated knowing it was an Ethereal Horse.

But...

"Sister. I'm not dead."

To the protest of the person at the time, Eladia said:

"Yeah, I didn't say a word, either, that he was dead," he said.