Hakai no Miko

"Stop it, Lord Eladia. I have already quit my position. Masayoshi, etc. and Yui"

To Eladia's praise, Pompius says as he strokes his bald head lightly. Then, recommending the chair to Eladia, I lowered my back to her front myself.

Eladia first opens her mouth trying to get in from a non-deflective public tale, but early on Pompius gently raises his hand and fastens it.

"You've visited me more often than not, so I'm sure it's a good idea for a fire."

So Pompius turned his face toward the view outside where he could see through the window. From there you can see the garden trees planted in the garden shaking the branches violently under strong winds.

"In this season, the Holmeer country will be hit by fierce northerly winds. Recently, on that breeze, something smelly has been carried to this king's capital. Isn't it a waste of time talking about it?

To what Pompius said, Eladia was impressed "that's who was called the Grand Chancellor". It is a rhetoric that I had already suspected to some extent of all the marching of the northern marquis or even the presence of insiders lurking in the king's capital.

But Eladia said, "Well, what is it about?" and when he fell in love with the sky, he took the vessel placed in front of him and gracefully mouthed the vanilla tea. Though he should be in a hurry, Pompius prompted the samurai and squire, who had immediately refrained on the wall of the room, to exit at the appearance of Eladia, who dared to take between them.

Eladia bows her head to Pompius, as the samurai and samurai walk away and confirm that there is only himself and Pompius left in the guest room.

"Thank you. - As a matter of fact, I have something to tell Your Excellency today, and this is how I have learned to be disrespectful."

"Huh. What the hell is it? If you can tell by this old bone, let me tell you."

I wonder how much it would be if we talked about paying people.

Pompius, who was so aware, wrinkled slightly between his eyebrows at what Eladia asked, "Well then," he said. Then Pompius asks in a calm tone as he stares behind her eyes as he explores the bottom of Eladia's heart.

"That, too, is to be said of the royal secretary. Why do you think I know that?

To that answer, Eladia said, "I still knew!" and held his fist slightly.

If I didn't really know, I would have replied that I honestly wouldn't know it in Pompius' personality. To say that you asked why you thought you knew is synonymous with saying that Pompius knew about it without even stopping.

But it was only the first step that Pompius was able to see if he really knew. The problem is to ask Pompius where it is and what it is. If you can't do that, it means nothing.

But the opponent is Pompius, who was called the Grand Chancellor.

The gall power placed on a body as small as that child is real. If you decide to shut up, it won't be possible to crack that mouth, using any violence, threats or acquisitions. Also, it was only when he was ready that Pompius dared not hide what he knew.

But if one word is more wrong than this, then all is broken.

Eladia says, along with nervousness and readiness as if crossing over a single rope given to a cliff canyon (today) without a lifeline.

"His Majesty Sadoma, the former king of the Holmeer kingdom, is heard to be honored and exalted."

"Sure, that's what they call it."

Without turning to the reaction of the careless Pompius, Eladia continues her words.

"Seven degrees to leave the Romanian nation of hatred during its reign. Let's just say this is a worthy war effort to be called famous, but that's not all the credit of His Majesty King Sadma.

I lowered taxes to reassure the people of their lives, deepened relations with the merchant guild of Jeboa to develop commerce, and invited more good craftsmen from other countries to rejoice in industry.

Nor can we say anything about security. We hear that by virtue of that virtue, bandits, etc., disappeared and even tyrannical lords lurked the ringing.

It was the right time to call it the golden age. "

Eladia cut the words slightly to confirm Pompius's reaction, while carefully saying the following.

"And it was His Excellency the Grand Chancellor of Pompius and His Excellency General Darius who supported the reign of His Majesty King Sadoma.

With both rings of this literary martial arts, that golden age could not be built, even when it came to His Majesty King Sadoma, the Famous King. And I hear that the bond between His Majesty King Sadoma and you went beyond the sentiments of your princes and was exactly one and the same. "

"Terrible. It's only a word under your command."

That being said, Pompius' eyes were slightly loose in the grief evous to Eladia's words.

Eladia slashed it sharply after she saw it.

"What I asked you is exactly the secret of the royal family. Even the heir to the throne, the prince, taught only a small part of it, enough to keep the majority of it secret until his own death."

Eladia says slightly embarking herself.

"Now, if there had been enough ministers to be truly recognized as even one heart and soul, wouldn't the king have taught in preparation for the matter?

But Pompius' answer to that was to make herbal tea all the more relaxed.

"Lord Eladia. You seem to be buying me too much."

To the attitude of Pompius, who was just saying that no matter how much he lifted himself, Eladia realized he was somewhat in too much of a hurry. Causing herself to be on her way out, she exhales deeply to calm herself, and then Eladia speaks the words clearly to cut each sound off.

"A country with people. A king under his command."

Pompius' fingers trembled.

Eladia further says.

"We hear this word being spoken by His Majesty Sadoma from day to day. And this is what you conveyed to His Excellency Muthos Boron, Lord of the city of L'Oma."

"Was I?

Whatever pompius falls in love with the air, Eladia says.

"It's only been six months, Your Excellency, but you must have seen Master Soma's reign. Compared to that, the Marquis of Apius, who tries to fight uselessly all over his private lust, and the despicable children lurking in the king's capital trying to suck sweet juice with his help."

The words of Eladia are feverish.

"In fulfilment, wouldn't you know if either of the two were happy for the people as those who stand above the country, or His Excellency Pompius, who was even called the Grand Chancellor?

In Eladia's hot words, Pompius closed his eyes and immersed himself in his own thoughts.

And what really comes to mind in that is what the late King Sadma looks like now.

Now King Sadoma, the famous man who used the Grand Chancellor Pompius and the Grand General Darius, and the noble King Sadoma, but King Sadoma, whom Pompius knew, was more incompetent than King Walius.

Whatever you do, you don't have a good procedure, and you don't remember things. I suck at hiding emotions and immediately put my inner rush and agitation on the table. Not long after his reign, many ministers mourned greatly, "What will happen to Holmeer, the great power from now on?"

He was such a Sadma king, but there was only one beauty King Walius didn't have.

It is a temper to do the king's duty.

And what King Sadma did, knowing himself incompetent while having such a temper, was to leave it to those who could.

"Do what you think is good. I'll take responsibility for the rest."

That being said, King Sadma gave almost full powers to both Darius and Pompius, who were finally showing up at the time.

Many had concerns about the two entrusted with powers that were disproportionate to their subordinates. In fact, if either Pompius or Darius had flipped the anti-flag against King Sadma, the country would have been taken over within that day. King Sadma had given them so much power.

A fearful or jealous subordinate once raised a false alarm against the two men to King Sadma.

In response, King Sadma said in the following words, that he had withdrawn his admonition.

"If those two think it's better to get rid of me, I guess it is. I don't know how."

If I had said this with perseverance, I might have thought, "That's right, Mr. Famous." But the actual King Sadma shook his body in small pieces with unstoppable anxiety and fear, and still says it with desperate vanity.

Darius and others on this said:

"If I betray His Majesty like that, I will become an extremely evil and outrageous cold-blooded man"

I had already cited enough achievements to just be called loyalists and nominees. Besides, I still let you do whatever you want enough. Yet the price I got until I shook all of that on a stick doesn't fit in for what I call an evil outrageous cold-blooded man.

Towards Darius, who said so, Pompius also returned, "Exactly right," something they both laughed at.

"To see Your Majesty, the throne does not seem very good to us. I'd like you to remain seated."

Yes, to put it to ourselves, King Sadma seemed horrified, and Pompius remembers well that he looked somewhere troubled.

Some said badly at the time that if there were two Pompius and Darius in such a pitiful figure of King Sadma, he could be a namesake as to who it would be.

But that's not true.

Yes, Pompius is sure.

King Sadoma unleashed himself and Darius into the sky without locking them in a birdcage called Subordinate, which gave them both an unworthy name, such as the Grand Chancellor and the best general.

Pompius holds his hot eyeballs.

"... Exactly, that one was revealed to be a famous man"

Those daily sights of serving King Sadma with Darius and just grudgingly devoting themselves for the Holmeer kingdom are deeply engraved in the breasts of Pompius with the glow of gold that never fades.

The figure of King Sadma in that golden glow was not the majestic famous gentleman we all speak of, but an ordinary man with a confidently faint grin.

The figure of King Sadma overlaps that of a young man who can follow Zoan's daughter with a similarly feeble grin.

Is it the irony of fate? I had no idea that I would find His Majesty King Sadma's shadow in those who destroyed the kingdom of Holmea more than King Walius, the fruit son who divided the blood.

In the ears of Pompius, who smiles so bitterly, the words that King Sadma used to say to himself remain clear.

'Do what you think is good. That would be the best'

Pushed back by the words, Pompius decides.

"I'm going to apologize to His Majesty King Sadoma in the Underworld..."

To that Pompius soliloquy, Eladia said, "Bye!," he embarked on.

"Let me tell you something, Lord Eladia. The secretary of King Holmeer's house. But what I have taught you from His Majesty Sadoma is only a small fraction of it. So if you don't mind."

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"Yay! We did it!

Mendax was in a private room in his mansion, and one was happy to take a small leap.

Earlier, in the Royal Castle, the Son of Destruction issued a decree of crusade against the rebels known as the Border Marquis, who had marched in the north.

According to that, a total of seven thousand troops, mainly Zoan warriors and human soldiers, will be organized as crusaders. And it was the black-haired Zoan who would call it the Grand General who would direct it. The Son of Destruction himself will remain in the king's capital in preparation for other events and will await the news of victory from the Great General.

Also notable was the treatment of Princess Warina, whose liberation was put up as a flag, but the Son of Destruction ran out saying that the Borderline Marquis Army had merely consecrated her to the flag and would not detain or monitor her in particular.

This will cause the army of the Son of Destruction to march much of it to the north, leaving little in the king's capital. And there shall remain sons of destruction and princess Walina in the king's capital, which became thin.

"I had assumed that the Son of Destruction would go on a crusade himself or Princess Wallina would go on a crusade. I didn't know it would be the most anticipated development. Finally, the flow is coming to me..."

Mendax laughed.

Mendax, who continued to laugh inclusively for a moment, has a nituous and unpleasant grin on his poor face reminiscent of a rat.

"Well, shall we go hit the next hand? - Anyone?! I'm going to climb the castle more than this! Get ready in a hurry!

Mendax's voice, which commands the servant, was trembling with irresistible excitement.