Hakai no Miko

"What a bunch of bitches know about this place!

What the angry men were wearing was their fabrics, good tailoring and fine high-ranking official clothing. But the clothes of its high-ranking officials are now broken, and it is at the end of the day that even some of them are now hastily tightening their belts. He also sweated on his forehead, raised and lowered his shoulders and took a rough breath, so he climbed the castle in such a hurry.

"Give it to me! That's not good for someone like you to touch! And seats! Who gets no and sits there?!"

The treasurers of the Holmeer Country, who have fallen into an avalanche in the room, snap documents and other documents in the hands of Michena's men and drive them out of their seats.

And that was no exception to Michena.

Among the treasurers of the Holmeer Country, only one man, thought to be higher than the other, stands in front of Michena in the treasurer's seat, such as by putting an embroidered thin band from his shoulder.

"Woman! That's my seat! It's not a good place for you to sit!

Michena let her hips slip out of her chair.

But I cannot denigrate it with Michena's cowardice.

In this day and age, those who serve in the royal castle are those who, without exception, lead to the house of nobility. And to civilians, nobility is the absolute power that holds the power to take their own life. Instead of harsh punishment if you defy him, he is the one you cannot complain about being slaughtered and killed on the spot.

Civilians must not defy nobility.

That's common sense in this world.

No matter how the Ethereal Horse declares to abolish the identity system, it is not something that can saunter and shake off what has been rooted as common sense that should never have been doubted since birth.

Instead, just stopping to take a seat at Ayama is laudable.

From the opposite standpoint, however, it is a verbal act. Dyed his face red in anger, and the man cursed Michena for evil.

"A woman makes me laugh at a whole bunch of guys and stuff! The woman should go back to her house and let the man adore her!

If an activist complained about improving the rights of modern women, it was a word that would ignite from the head. In this day and age, however, it is of the utmost sincerity.

That's why Michena couldn't say anything back and bit her lower lip.

The man shrugged his shoulders like he was proud to win at such a Michena look.

But there was a loud voice.

"Shut up!

It was a big drink that accidentally blocked my ears with my hands.

The treasurers of the uninhabited Holmeer country are also lost and confused by this.

Throughout it Solon stuffed Zukazuka and the man as he poked his wand.

"You disrespectful man! Did you spit a dirty tantrum?!"

"Bu, bu, rude?!"

The man was surprised to see his eyes black and white.

Although the man himself has no title because his oldest brother inherits the house, he is definitely the one who leads to the noble house. It was impossible for such a filthy civilian old man to drink himself. Besides, I'm surprised it's lacking and disrespectful. It is the old man who is a civilian against the noble self who should be thanked. To call it disrespect was a tantrum that was exactly the opposite of heaven and earth.

When the surprise passes, then a fierce rage springs up in the man.

"I'm Urs Trinny, Treasury Secretary! My father is Lubnas, the former Viscount of Trinny. My brother is now Viscount Trinny. You think you're disrespectful to me leading to the flourishing Viscount Trinny family?!"

Exactly, it is a fiery rage.

In contrast, however, Solon had a rather amusing face, rather than a fear.

"Well, I guess that's a fine house."

Urs, who put blood on his head at the kind of things that made this man look like a little fool, theorizes his strength as he spits about how his home is a fine and honorable family.

The medal of the Historic Contemporary Lord (Isao) from the Viscount Trinny family's history. When he had finished saying them all, Urs had a rough breath that raised and lowered his shoulders hard, due to the lack of oxygen and excitement for putting them all together at once. Still, Urs puts his chest up just to say how it is.

And Solon laughed.

"Well, I'll name you again."

The clouded colour disappeared from Solon's face. A majestic old sage's face appears from under the face of the old man who drank it for me, as if the butterfly feathers from the chrysanthemum.

"My name is Aurelius Erbazizo. The Marquis of El Basizo, who wishes to receive the territory of the Marquis of El Basizo from the Romanian State. It is its lord!

Urs gave a little to the voice that didn't seem to belong to the old man and that goes well.

Although enemies, both the Holmeer and Romanian countries are among countries divided from the same great powers if they follow the original. Even longer, they compete for Western dominance and are equally qualified as countries. For that reason, it was polite to treat the title in the Romanian State in the same way as in the Holmeer State.

And speaking of the Marquis, he is an outrageous great nobleman. Not only does he own a vast territory, but he even has strong powers in his opinion that he and the King cannot lightly do.

To surprise Ursus, Solon further says he is prodigious.

"If you also follow the ancestors of the El Basizo family, you will go back (back) to the founding of the Romanian nation. Prince Romanianis, revealed in the Romanian Founding King, raised his soldiers, and the first to rush and poke his knee was the El Basizo family's first contemporary, Macias. Masias, by virtue of his achievements, has received the territory of the Earl of El Basizo -"

Exactly the water on the stand. It was the teasing comings of the Elbasizo family that flowed out of Solon's mouth. And the tone that speaks of it is abundant in discouragement, while the first poet sings poetry. Everyone listened to Solon's mouth, as if he were speaking of a heroic legend.

"- And he was recognized for his many years of accomplishment, and finally granted the position of Marquis. In the meantime, no one can be counted for the high office in the Romanian State. Even those who have become prime ministers will be on the fifth finger!

To Urs, who had been distracted and listened to, Solon said, "How about it?," he asked with his eyes.

And Urs, who returned to me, blushes at his own faults, but says back.

"How dare you."

But before Urs could finish saying it, a calm voice was called to block it.

"It's true what you just said."

Urs glanced at those who had just said, "Who makes such a statement to bear on such a great law?!" and looked at them with surprise.

"So, Grand Chancellor?!"

There was an old bald-headed man who had earlier been told by Solon to fetch materials - Pompius, who was once also known as the Grand Chancellor of the Holmeer Nation.

It is Pompius, who served as the right arm of the former king and was glorified with that General Darius to both wheels of the Holmeer kingdom. Who worked for the royal palace, and no one knows this little giant. Not to mention for those engaged in internal affairs, he is no longer a legendary man.

The Pompius undertook the words of Solon.

"There is no doubt about it, but the Marquis of El Basizo, one of the most famous houses in the Romanian nation, its lord Aurelius."

Shin quietly returned.

Until then, I knew that Solon was not the only one. But being the head of a house with the rank of Marquis, arguably the ultimate status as a minister, was just beyond everyone's imagination.

There is so much silence that I can't breathe often.

Breaking such silence was the sound of the stone-piercing of the wand that Solon poked at the floor.

makes Solon smile at Ursus, who returned to me all the time.

"Have you understood the Medal of Our El Basizo Family?

Urs clogged his words.

Exactly, different character. That's not all about titles. The Chancellor is responsible for the conduct of the affairs of the country on behalf of the King. Without all its abilities and the strong trust of the king, it will not serve. For this reason it is so heavy that, like the Great General, the throne of the Chancellor would remain vacant if there were no one worthy of it in some countries. If you have produced more than five of its prime ministers, it is a famous house in a famous house. I can't even deal with my own house.

He worked disrespectfully to tell the owner of such a famous house what he didn't know.

Urs shook up.

But Solon gives himself a sudden, self-derisive look there.

"Most of the time, I returned my territory to King Dordea, so it was nothing but fame."

It is a word like a lifeline that was thrown to exactly where it was falling in Nara. Urs jumped to the word at once and tried to say it back.

But before that, Solon says.

"The same goes for all of you who were destroyed by the Kid in Holmeer."

Urs got stunned before he said that and then started laughing at Kerakera.

It is in a state of mind as if it had been cut with a bump in front of me with the lifeline I had just grabbed. I just thought it was helpful, the recoil is huge. Urs didn't know what to say back and could only let his mouth open and close pointlessly.

Solon sticks his wand at the tip of such a Ursus nose.

"Come on, do you have something to say?

Urs was overwhelmed.

A cane poked at the tip of his nose can even be felt at the tip of the blade. And more than that, he had been completely swallowed up by a lot of character and temper from an old dirty man.

Urs squeezes his voice in a constant manner, too.

"Ya, I've worked a lot of disrespect. I beg your pardon."

Exactly a blood-soaking apology.

To this apology, however, Solon raised a further voice of reprimand.

"They're different people to apologize to!

Solon pointed out Michena with a cane who looked at what was happening.

"There you go, girl! That is Michena Elbazizo, whom I found talented and welcomed into the Elbazizo family as my adopted daughter! Next generation of the El Basizo family, you're going to win!

To Solon's words, Urs leaked a small scream.

In this era, it is very common for a nobleman who inherited a house or territory to have died of illness or war, or who did not benefit his children in the first place, to welcome competent talent into adoption as the next generation's host. It was also very common for a nobleman who had begun to see a low-status woman to marry her as his wife after having her welcome into another nobleman's house as an adoptive daughter.

For that reason, if you string up the lineage chart in any house, you'll find records somewhere welcomed by the adopted sons and daughters of such former civilians.

Therefore among the nobles, once they are received with an adopted son or daughter, it is indiscriminate to treat them as persons of the house, whatever their birth may be.

Because if you want to make a point there, say, "So, what about your house? 'Cause they're gonna give it back.

It is the extreme of disrespect that may be followed from the aristocratic social circle, such as breaking its insanity.

Too much Ursus can't even look up, and he gets nagging.

With a cane in his hand, Solon pounds his shoulder.

"Come on, I don't know why..."

It is a terrible insult, such as being slapped on the shoulder with a cane. But Urs was trembling more in fear than he felt humiliated.

It's just disrespect for the Marquis, far above all, or disrespect that breaks his insanity as a nobleman.

If it was once a Holmeer country, it would surely be banished from its parents' homes first. On the contrary, he may be told to do himself harm in order to put the spearhead of his criticism of the house behind him. Moreover, even then, it would inevitably be a great failure for the parents themselves to be put in a predicament.

Urs had felt that the blood muscles and households that had until now been the foundation of his authority and pride collapsed with rattling noises.

The wand of Solon, who now slaps himself on the shoulder, even seemed to Urs like an executioner's beheading axe.

Soron, who shook up Urus, snorted as small as he made a fool of himself, then turned back to Michena, who stared at this situation in such a way as sudden self-loss.

"My daughter. Is that what you did to this disrespectful man?

Michena, who was told the story, returned to me hah. But let your eyes wander here and there to show confusion as to how to deal with this situation.

To Michena like that. Solon says in a tone of relief.

"Totally, tease. He's a bad guy for interrupting my work. Miss Michena."

That was the tone in the city of Bornis when he came stuffed with Zoog and Dvarin to pay for the feast.

Turning away from the majestic old Marquis, I am caught solon returning to the old man who drank me as usual, and Michena returns it as usual.

"Then don't disturb Mr. Solon either."

After I said it, Michena felt blood coming out of her face.

Solon is no longer the old man who drank it for me. It's not a good thing to say it back to your status opponent, the head of the Marquis.

But Solon punched himself in the forehead.

"My daughter poked me where this hurts. Wow."

Solon laughs karakara and then tells Michena.

"So, my daughter. I'm tired of working too hard. I'm going home now, but you're going to have to do your best."

Then he speaks to Pompius, who watched with a bitter smile what happened.

"Hey, Pompius. I'm thirsty. Give him a good drink."

"Totally. If you're..."

Pompius leaks one sigh.

"You're welcome. I'll open one of my secrets for you."

And Solon broke his face, "That's superimposed." Then with Pompius, Solon walked away, poking his staff.

Those who were left behind had gone blind.

It's like a storm. Solon blew away all his common sense, all his challenges, and left.

It was the sound of a loud meeting of hands that made me return everyone who was watching Solon walk away for a long time.

"Gentlemen, please get back to work!

Michena's voice echoes.

"The original treasurers are asked to compile the documents and books. We will focus on rewriting the numbers in the record to 'alas numbers'. Ladies and gentlemen, let's work together."

Then Michena turns her face to Ursus, who remains blind.

"Can you help?

There was no longer a denial to those who were financial officials of the Holmeer State, including Urs.

◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

There was a man watching from the shadows of the treasury that began to move around Michena.

"Damn. I didn't hear that, I can't believe there was such a jizzy...!

The man bit his own thumbnail in regret.

Everything I had to do was behind my back.

He was displaced to the Romanian state if he tried to defeat Vritas, who was disturbing him.

If I torched ecclesiastical clerics to incite conflict between the human species and other races, they would have brought up a story I don't know about the rule of law or something.

And this is the result of this attempt to break the foundation of the Son of Destruction by fanning the princes and the treasurers.

"Damn! You bad luck bastard! Shit, you piece of garbage!

The man maligned toward the face of a pale horse floating behind his brain.

But you can't just be evil. I had to hit my next hand quickly.

"If this happens, the Marquises of Applius will have to use the Northern Marquis..."

The man bit his nails, all alone.

The Marquis of Appius and the other northern marquises have yet to show their devotion to the Son of Destruction. On the contrary, they are recapturing the King's capital from the hands of rebel slaves, releasing the royal family and recruiting soldiers.

But months have already passed since the Son of Destruction was welcomed into the King's capital. That being said, there is still no reward for the conscription, and the attitude of the resistance of the Marquis of Apius and the other northern marquises will also be a void to draw better conditions from the Son of Destruction when subordinating or reconciling.

They're downright cowardly.

That's right, he curses inside, and then the man often thinks.

As it is, the reign of the Son of Destruction becomes stable. Before that happened, I had to do something about it.

Just bait the cowardly Marquis of Appius and the other northern marquises for that. And above all, we must cause a disturbance that shakes the reign of the Son of Destruction, which is hardening a little bit.

That's when I think of a girl with candy hair in the back of a man's brain.

"... don't have to. I didn't want to get involved badly, but can't you say that?"

And when he groaned, the man departed.