Hakai no Miko

By the time the sun was approaching, Solon, blushing with alcohol, was fluttering and walking on a thousand feet upstream of Wangdu.

It is the return of a fine drink at a separate house in Pompius.

He refused Pompius' favor of delivering him by carriage, and walked home just fine with his drunkenness.

The upstream district where Solon walks is where the houses of the separate houses and high-ranking bureaucrats that the Horsemen worship over the king gather. In addition to being an area where access is more common for the common people, residents of districts who were just few were also fleeing for fear of the Ethereal Horse, who became the new ruler, or who had also been evicted from the world in the battle against the Romanian state, drastically reducing its number.

Also, some of the few remaining residents did not like to go out at a time when the sun was approaching, even though the city presented a deserted appearance.

Solon, who was fluttering through such an upstream neighborhood, stops inadvertently.

From the end of the road, Michena ran out of breath.

Weird. After work, you must have come in a hurry. You would have liked to talk to yourself right away, but I'm impressed that you'll come after you've done your job properly.

Michena, finally breathing, asks Solon, who breaks up with him so well, first thing in the opening.

"Is Master Solon really the Marquis?

"Oh! True, true. A true Grand Marquis! And your daughter is not the next Grand Marquis."

In contrast to Kerakera and Solon, who began to laugh when she said so, Michena's complexion was not palpable.

Until a few years ago, he was the daughter of a civilian who was even in need of food for the day, as a servant of the treasurer. They say that suddenly gives me a marquis that can be considered the ultimate of my subordinates, and they say, "Yes. Really?" Isn't that what you can say?

Solon tells confused Michena to teach.

"The title is no big deal. The fact that the princesses and their princesses were just great. It's just such a spill on the great gentlemen. Just because you had it doesn't mean you're great."

Solon continues with even a mockery of the title.

"The title is just a crown. It's just something that makes it look better. Just because you put on a good looking crown, does that change people? With such a convenient crown, the world would be much better."

If someone else had said this, they would have said disrespect or paranoia.

But while it is the Marquis who speaks of it, it is the Solon who threw everything aside, both territory and fame. That's why the word is never light.

"If you don't want it, throw it away in one of these dobs. Not to that extent, like the title."

That's what the solon at the time says, but Michena's wasn't easy to break it off.

The treasurers of the Holmeer Country, who looked down on themselves so much and behaved unattended, turned a cologne and grumbled as soon as they found out that they were adopted by the Marquis.

Of course, that doesn't mean I'm going to float. But at least it helps a lot that they just don't underestimate themselves anymore like they've done before. Is it really okay for each of you to get that just to realize the gratitude of those titles?

Michena even remembered fear rather than bewilderment.

"But to a mediocre like me..."

Solon laughs and then affirms to Michena, who butts in front of the given title.

"Mediocre. Much better! Wealth is the foundation of the nation. Seeking strangeness there, what do you want? Especially since Soma's kid is like dancing a dangerous funny (cool) dance. Even if it's strange to the stage where it's a scaffold, it just happens to fall apart.

What the kid needs is a solid stage foundation for a country that can perform endless hilarious dances. And whether they call it plain or stupid honesty, they're people who can lay the groundwork for it. "

If they say this so much, Michena has to be convinced, too.

Once again, Michena bowed her head with a word of thanks to Solon.

But I can't thank you enough.

Solon tells Michena like that with his eyes narrowed like a prank.

"Until now, I have been overlooked as a civilian daughter. However, it is seen more as a flourishing El Basizo. If you're going to do a bad job, you're going to be slapped in the pussy saying," Is that the woman you found talented and adopted? "

You imagined the sight, Michena's cheek catches on. Still, what a grin, I said, "I will refine it so that it doesn't happen".

Solon nods satisfactorily to the answer.

"Refine. That is the only way for ordinary people to reach the extreme. Good, good."

Saying so, Solon walked out with his cane poked with a caracallah of laughter.

Oh, my God, is the world delightful?

At this time, Solon's chest was filled with joy.

As far as I can tell, those who can also be called ordinary people who used to belittle me continue to give rise to what seems painfully futile, and at the end of it they are about to open up a new world that they did not yet know.

Solon was trembling at the joy of seeing the sight.

"I wish I could live a little longer..."

I was once meant to understand everything in the world, to see everything, to see the world, and to drink with depression (depression) in the corner of the city of Bornis whenever I wanted to die. I was like an idiot.

He was once again a solon with a caracallah and a laugh, but he frowned.

There are signs that someone will follow you from behind.

Looking back, it was Michena who was there.

"What? Can I help you yet?

When Solon asks, Michena on the contrary returns it with a strange face.

"No? Nothing in particular?

It doesn't look like a lie.

There are some things I don't know, but I guess I just happen to have overlapped my way home. I wanted to leave because I felt refreshed, but this was no longer dressed.

The world is a muddle at all.

Solon, who thought so, walked out again with a bitter smile.

But after a while, I stop again.

"... What can I do for you?

Again to Michena following from behind, Solon said.

Michena then returns it with a strange face, as she did earlier.

"No. Nothing like anything in particular?

"So what the hell is going on and you're following me?

Any difficult question was unusual for a solon who uttered lavishly that he could find the correct answer, and his voice sounded confused.

And Michena answers openly.

"Isn't that natural? Because..."

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"Mr. Solon was a nobleman of the Romanian state, wasn't he?"

A few days later. That's what the Ethereal Horse said to Solon, who hasn't made a face to the office in a long time.

He was a pale horse who inferred that he would be sneaking his eyes more for some reason than ever before for the deep knowledge and surprising sight of an old man who seemed dull in the city of Bornis, which was just one city on the border, but he didn't even think of himself as a grand aristocrat of the Romanian country.

Besides, Solon tells me to throw up.

"It's no longer a good crap past."

It is, at best, a throne thrown away. Originally, I wasn't willing to bring it up anymore. I only dared to pick up what was buried in the mud of the past because it was the quickest and most effective means to help Michena in distress.

"I've already told you, lad, I'll make it all about titles and stuff. It's just stupid to appreciate that stuff now. It's no use preaching reason to fools. Even the contentless crap worked well for the idiot who takes care of it. That's all."

Soon Solon changes the story because it was still a topic he didn't want to be touched on much.

"Do, kid. How do you see this disturbance?

To Solon's inquiry, the Ethereal Horse slipped his neck slightly.

"Isn't it the harassment of people dissatisfied with my rule?

It's not wrong in itself.

While acknowledging the opinions of the Ethereal Horse in large part, Solon points to the problem.

"But originally, the treasurer and lord of Wang Du are not close"

Lords who are given the right to govern their territories, but were regularly required to declare tax revenues and manpower books to their countries.

In addition to the objective of grasping the inner details of the Lords and preventing the insurgency, this is to serve the country according to its tax revenues and population - such as the minimum number of soldiers and public works contributions that must be led when joining the war - as a reference.

Naturally, it costs less to declare less tax revenues and population in the territory. For this reason, it was natural for the Lords to make an understatement at their disposal.

If you look at it from such lords, the treasurer of the country who examines the declaration is like an enemy. There's no way we're gonna get along at all.

"In this noise, however, its lords and officials have obstructed it in their paces. Now, is it something where those who can barely possibly interact and so on suddenly abandon their previous obsession and get along and harass you?

Finally it was possible to detect what Solon was trying to say to the Ethereal Horse as well.

"I mean, was there a big guy behind you pulling threads on both sides?

If someone with a good face for both the treasurer and the marquis were to say that they had gotten along and set them apart and caused this one, it would certainly be more likely that way.

But to that pale horse's speculation, Solon throws up the scorn as well as the obvious.

"Is it something big? This is the work of a big, fat dwarf in the back."

To the Ethereal Horse who is surprised that he credited the person who caused this disturbance as a dwarf. Solon goes on to say.

"I suppose it's eye-theory trying to shake the foundation of the crazy kid. But what I actually did was bully Miss Michena in a weak position. Small to do, small.

This is just cowardice.

By all means, keep the treasurers and the priests at bay, and find yourself in a safe place for the lads, whilst he leaked his feelings to the priests and the treasurers. The treasurer came in a hurry as soon as I got rid of the marquis. "

Solon uttered one adage.

"You can't hit iron if you light a fire."

We need a strong fire to hit the iron. But at the same time, fire is dangerous. If that were to be enough fire to melt the iron, if you mishandle one, it could be all about our burns or even damage to the ones around us.

It is therefore an adage that means that if we want to achieve our aspirations, we sometimes have to take risks as well.

"If you're going to call me, now is a good time for a kid who hasn't yet mastered what was a Holmeer country. Whether it's a hand to flip the kid's rule or whatever, I can't strike a hand out of my mind. He's a dwarf!

The Ethereal Horse was surprised by Solon's words that he had as much means to overthrow his reign. When he punches his eyes and asks what the hell kind of hand he has, Solon says with a long mustache with a bad grin from Niyanya and people.

"Of course. First of all, arson and raids."

The Ethereal Horse and Shemr peeled their eyes and were surprised by the noisy words that popped out of Solon's mouth. Before that, Solon goes on to say pale words.

"People instinctively fear fire. It's a great way to stir up anxiety. Then we raid the inhabitants of the proper city and leave Zoan's mountain knife and elf bow on the spot."

Imagine the sight, the Ethereal Horse was frightened.

On second thought, it's too suspicious to leave evidence dignified at the scene of the crime. But still, I can't ignore it. Doubt should really come up.

Even more in tune, Solon keeps his tongue moving smoothly.

"Next thing you know, it's a fan. It stirred up the humans and said, 'It is the people of the Fae who have raided us. Catch those guys,' he stuffs up to the kid. I'm talking about a serious kid. It'll take a while to figure out the truth about the case. So he said, 'After all, the lad weighs in on the Fae and makes the human race disappear. That's why we're not trying to find the killer,' and if we stir it up further, what happens?

Behind the brains of the Ethereal Horse, I think of many people living in the King's Capital raising their voices of anger, like the foreign demonstration marches we saw on modern Japanese television news.

"Later, they raid the Fae for what they say is retribution. There are fools everywhere who have a lot of blood. If we burn those guys, it won't be long."

Solon makes his eyes shine like a prank and looks at the pale horse.

"This is all so fucked up!

And to Solon, who began to laugh with Kerakera, the Ethereal Horse made a noise from his face and his blood drew.

The creation of a nation equal to all races, the first of its kind on this continent of Cerdeas, has just begun. All the people, even those close to the Ethereal Horse, half-heartedly wonder if they can really do such a country.

If you are stirred up in such a place for inter-racial certainty, it is not a hoarding thing.

Everyone's dreams are unfulfilled. You'd think they'd never be compatible with different races.

Waiting for that to happen is more of a race feud than ever before. The feud generates retribution, and the retribution generates further retribution. The people of the Continent of Cerdeas will be cut off from that chain of reprisals after distracting time and enormous sacrifices have been made. At least, I didn't think the Ethereal Horse could live until then.

If Solon were to put into practice what he said, the current situation would be exactly disintegrating.

The Ethereal Horse hastily decided to gather everyone together to work out measures, and Shemr began to seriously consider whether it would be better for the Ethereal Horse to kill Solon before it was executed.

Before those two, Solon makes a serious face.

"But he is insulted by dwarves. Sometimes they act unexpectedly."

Solon told one old story.

It is the story of the human hunter who saved the life of the princess of the elf that the god of the wind gave only one golden tree a year to bear the fruit of gold.

The hunter was enriched by selling golden tree fruit, but after a few years greed sprouted.

I want more money. I want to be richer.

The hunter possessed by greed thought that the trunk of the golden tree or more immense gold sleeps beneath its roots because it will have golden fruit. So the hunter cut down the golden tree, and dug back its roots.

But I couldn't find a grain of gold to burn the golden tree until it was ashed, no matter how far I dug back into the roots.

In the end, the human hunter even lost the golden fruit obtained once a year because of his greed.

"The hunter dreamed of huge amounts of gold that he didn't even know there really was, and he ruined everything he had now. In the same way, the occasional dwarf can do a hell of a lot out of his immediate greed and casual assumptions. Sometimes people shrug their feet at it just because that's not what they think of it. Beware, Beware"

It was the story of Solon who made me feel certain of something.

But even if the Ethereal Horse asks you if you have any idea, Solon just relaxes and escapes.

Solon will never tell me when this happens.

It won't do us any good if we teach them everything. They drill themselves, they struggle, and it is only on top of that that they find food for us.

That was what Solon said. But it is the common view of Ethereal Horse and Shemr that they are "just absolutely amused" by it.

And there Eladia came to announce Michena's visit.

He was a pale horse who told Eladia that he would allow Michena to enter the house, even if he had come to do so in some financial report, but it really caught my eye that Solon would be behaving suspiciously.

When I was wondering what the hell was going on, Michena came into the room there.

"I beg your pardon, Master Soma. - Oh, my father-in-law. You were here."

The Ethereal Horse, who had already heard Solon adopt Michena as his daughter, is not surprised by Michena's statement itself. But somehow, Solon was looking strange. He is shaking his body firmly because he is not comfortable sitting while he is pointing at him from earlier.

Michena smiles, blatantly ignored by Solon but without even caring.

"Father-in-law. We will prepare your meal today, so be sure to come home."

Michena's words and the pale horse strangled her head. Michena and Solon are each given the dwelling of this king's capital. But now the mouthfeel looks like Michena and Solon are living together.

When the Ethereal Horse asked, Michena naturally replied.

"You can't just leave your old stepfather alone. We live together and provide filial support so that you can continue to live well and long."

So Michena sighed.

"That's it, but when I came with my stepfather, I just had a drink..."

Michena, who moaned so much, couldn't help but eat a solon.

"What a filial child! Trying to take away my only pleasure doesn't make it!

"Are you talking about alcohol?" Michena puts on her little neck. "But don't you also serve proper alcohol for your meal?

And Solon barks.

"Kah! You can't go into booze like that horse piss diluted ale!

What Solon is saying is a drink that dilutes ale with water and adds spices and herbs. In the Continent of Cerdeas, where drinking water conditions are still poor, it is something that ordinary people who cannot afford to boil water and hassle drink instead of drinking water. But then, naturally, the alcohol also diminishes and is a substitute for not even a pale horse being able to get drunk.

It was also blasphemous to call it booze if you take it from a solon who loves booze.

But Michena tells the Ethereal Horse that Solon is wasting his time.

"Please also say it from Master Soma. What a sneak escape last night while I was judging the chickens I bought at the market trying to get them to eat good food and build strength. If you are worried that you will fall somewhere and look for it in a hurry, you will be immersed in a tavern. Besides, he was drunk because he was drunk."

So Michena turns her face to Solon.

"Father-in-law. You're a good old man, so deep alcohol reduces your life, doesn't it?

"Well, leave me alone!

Where do you get your usual attitude? Solon stepped on the estate to protest.

There, all of a sudden, Shemr raises her voice.

"Oh yeah! I totally forgot!

But the tone is like a bar-reading dialogue.

"I was asked by Soma to give this to Solon to reward me for this contribution!

So it was a bottle that Shemr took out.

As soon as he saw it, Solon opened his mouth to A and solidified.

Before such a solon, Shemr says with such a mean grin that even humans can see it.

"Thank you so much for Soma! Your favorite, very, very strong liquor!

That's what the Ethereal Horse was prepared to have even when Solon returned as a thank you for resolving this disturbance.

But the Ethereal Horse covers his face with his hands with "ahhh".

More so. If you bring that up at a time like this now, the result is more obvious than seeing fire.

As expected by Ethereal Horse, Michena takes a glance at Solon so that she can blame the prank of a little child.

"Father-in-law. Strong alcohol like this is poisonous to the body. I'll take care of it."

To Michena, who said so, Shemr kept a bottle of whiskey just to be sure.

Besides, Solon screams.

"Ahhh! My booze! Oh, my goodness!

Leading to Michena holding a bottle of whiskey, Solon begs for mercy. But Michena says, "Such strong alcohol reduces life expectancy." There's no island to hang on to.

Finally, as Solon rolls to sleep on the floor, he starts wasting time with his hands and feet sprinkled with jitter.

"In the afterlife, why don't you take my life! Give me my life back!"

For a while the crying voice of Solon echoed in the office of the Ethereal Horse.

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According to what the wind asks, a soldier who was policing the king's capital, Holmenia, found a suspicious woman roaming the city one evening with a bloody blade in his hand.

Those were the soldiers who tried to capture this suspicious woman, but I stopped by to surprise her.

It was Michena Elbasizo, known as the heart of the Son of Destruction.

The soldiers feared that this was not just a matter of time. The opponent is Michena, also known as the Ice Blood Girl, feared by bloody Zoan and Dwarves. The soldiers hesitated to put Michena in front of them, saying that they could be caught in any disaster if they were poorly involved.

Then came a voice from Michena, who noticed such soldiers.

"We're looking for my stepfather who escaped. Don't you know if he escaped?

The soldiers were surprised by Michena's words.

What a tiresome attempt on Michena's part to take her old-fashioned, short father-in-law by the hand of her family name.

Moreover, if this was an impatient phase, it would have been understood even if the pattern had not been acknowledged.

But Michena said with a troubled face like a mother whose hands are burned by a child.

That's the Ice Blood Girl. Exactly the extreme of ruthlessness.

Even putting a great father-in-law in his hands was just a chore for Michena.

When one of the soldiers trembling in fear told him that he had seen Solon in a liquor store, Michena sighed and said:

"Oh. I didn't know you were going to shrink your own life."

The soldiers froze to the spot in beastly words that hunted down their prey on the trail. To the soldiers, Michena left behind words of alarm, and vanished into the darkness.

And then a while later, I heard from the tavern, "Don't take my life away from me!" To the sorrowful cry of Solon, "says the soldier who was on the spot, trembling from the bottom of his belly without one remaining.

Excerpt from Philosopher Senes' Wind Book

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"This is mine! Because of me!

With the Ethereal Horse taking over, Solon finally got his bottle of whiskey back from Michena, holding the bottle tight just wondering if it would ever be taken again, breathing rough as a dog or cat threatening him.

He was a pale horse who looked at such a solon in awe, but I remember Fumi Michena coming to report it to herself.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Michena. I thought you had something to report."

Besides, Michena also hacks and changes her expression.

Michena's troubled face with its slightly frowned upon.

Besides, the pale horse felt a sense of vision.

I guess that was definitely about five years ago.

As the Ethereal Horse is picking up the scene at that time from the bottom of his memory, Michena mouths words that are no different in dimension from that time.

"Insufficient funds"