Hakai no Miko

Solon's words finally revealed tension by understanding the seriousness of the matter.

But that doesn't end there. Further, Solon points out sharply.

"And the problem isn't just outside the country!

I look around everyone's face wondering if there's anything else yet, then Solon asks.

"Now, how well does anyone understand what the lad says, a country where all its people have the right to freedom and equality and where the sovereignty of the country is entrusted to the people?

To this, everyone shut their mouths at random.

But besides, Solon nods over and over and then says, "Whatever."

"The ideas the lad speaks of are the first magnificent and rare in this western realm. If you do this genius's work and ask me if I understand its full content and its divine core, I can only shake my neck to the side. Something like that."

No way, Solon laughed bitterly when he thought he was funny that there was nothing incomprehensible about this heaven and earth.

Then Solon turns his expression into something sincere.

Then it was not the little filthy abandoner of the city of Bornis who was there, but the greatest sage of all in this western realm.

"What is a king in the first place?

Everyone could not give a clear answer to Solon's question, which was thrown abruptly, and looked at each other in the face.

To everyone like that, Solon speaks in a serene tone.

"A king is a country. People find an invisible country out of the shape of a king. Hear the king's words as the words of a country without a voice. From the king's attitude, know the will of a country without self. For many, a king is the kingdom itself."

Here Solon leaked one sigh before continuing to say.

"But thank you, lad. There is a light look at the presence of the king. That's why I thought it would be cheap to abolish the royal family."

I'm not an idiot with a pale horse. I also properly understand the significance of the presence of the royal nobility.

From what Solon saw, however, it seemed that from the ends of its words and deeds, the Ethereal Horse had a sense of rejection of the structure through which power was concentrated on the ruling by descent and on the individual.

Perhaps it comes from the common sense of the other world, which is rooted in the depths of the Ethereal Horse.

For this reason, even if the Ethereal Horse understands it with his head, he really tends to get his judgment pulled over there.

It is the greatest weapon of the Ethereal Horse to not be imprisoned by the common sense of this world. And at the same time, it was a drawback.

I guess that shortcoming is coming out bigger this time.

Yes, Solon was thinking.

"It's premature. If you're still king now, the country won't come together."

Eladia questions Solon, who speaks with a sigh.

"Indeed, until now, it was only with a king that the country was formed. But that's why I thought that Thomas was trying to set up a country with the idea of the rule of law as the primary rule of law on behalf of the king, and that Thoron was also committed to it?

"Master Left," Solon nodded forcefully to show.

"But how many people do you think understand by doing that?

To Solon's point, Eladia could only return a bitter laugh.

"I and the lad have struck a number of hands to make the philosophy of the rule of law widely known. However, I do not believe that that alone made the philosophy of the rule of law well known. It takes time to be understood how. I don't know what else to do with this."

Solon moaned greatly.

"If this is only the city of Bornis, let's also reach my eyes and those of the lad. But there's one thing about the whole country. I don't have good eyes. It can be irrevocable to change the rule of law philosophy where we are not aware of it. Next thing you know, we're gonna bury one of our territories with a hanging corpse?

What Solon suggests is that one of the pioneering villages has been separated by the false idea of the rule of law to cite repeated private sentences between villagers.

To Solon's point, those who had served the Ethereal Horse since before the city of Bornis became uniformly sinister faces.

"The philosophy of the rule of law, which should be the cornerstone of the country, is also poorly developed. Neighbouring countries are boiled oil. He's the one who says there's no such thing as internal distress."

Solon shrugged his shoulder just so he could stand aside.

"In order to deal with them, people should not be brought together and discussed at length in this way. Immediate summary judgment is required to extinguish the spark before it burns into flames. To do so, someone has to decide on their own. - So, to whom do you entrust that?

Solon makes the answer that everyone has in mind to the question a word.

"Kid's the only one left."

It reached him who was never loud, but listened with a gentle and heavy shock.

"In the end, the kid leads the people and moves the country. So, what does the kid call himself then? Leader, chief, consul? But no matter what the lad's name may be, many people, including those who are here, think of it only as an alias for the king. We're just going to have a king who's not called a king."

Solon shook his head from left to right just saying, "Oh, man."

"Then let the ideal of subordinating sovereignty to the people whom the lad aspires be the result of leaving behind the roots of evil"

A lot of silence came down.

Exactly. Not everyone understood everything Solon said. But still, I could only share the perception that there would be major problems as it were. That's evident even from Jahangil, who was boringly yawning all the way along the way, and who is rightly living there unaware of it himself or otherwise.

In it, Gallum puts the anxiety and perplexity in his chest on words.

"To be honest, it's too big a story for me to know everything. But I knew it wasn't a good idea. - So, what do I do? Is there any good solution?

To Gallam's serious question, we all turn to Solon so that he can be caught. That's how Solon sat back in his chair, gathering everyone's attention, putting his mouth on the liquor bottle that was hanging on his hips, dampening his tongue, and then answering without incident.

"It's easy. If only the kid could be king."

Solon affirmed.

"The queens and the people of the former Holmeer country no longer recognize the lad as equal to the king. Not to mention those who differ now that the lad is king.

Let's complain that the Romanian state pushed Vritas and took him away from the country. But whatever you do, the Romanian state can ignore it because it comes with a toy. Later, in other countries, they will recognize the lad as king and embrace the founding of the country, no matter what their hearts are. Nothing wrong with that. "

Pipi, who returned to me as soon as possible, raised his voice among all those who were distracted by Solon, who spoke of the prodigy.

"But Master Soma said you could create a country without identity. So, isn't that against that proclamation?

To the words, those who were once cast into slavery nodded and gave their consent.

"Regardless, eventually it will. It's only temporary for a kid to be king."

After pushing that, Solon goes on to say.

"More than this, it is not a battle between us and the country that has revolted. It's a fight between the country and the country. If so, it is easier for the lad who leads us to become king only by name in order to cross on par with other nations.

On top of that, if we are to settle in battle with our neighbors, we need to reconcile them in dialogue. In that way, while consolidating the foundations of the country, in the country, the people are made to learn the idea of the lad. And in anticipation of the times, the lad will transfer the sovereignty of the country to the people and leave. "

Says the solon here.

"Okay. Transfer sovereignty to the people after this lad becomes king. This is where we need to be."

This says, "What do you mean?" Solon, questioned by everyone with his eyes, explains slowly chewing it up.

"As things stand, the vast majority of those in the West who see the end of this Holmeer country and the series of events of the construction of the new state are national thefts and the seizure of the throne (greetings) by a lad who led slaves and barbaric Fae races. And yet here, suddenly, you give the sovereignty of the country to the people. That doesn't make it any different than distributing the treasure that a bandit or bandit took from his head to his men. There's nothing to thank you for."

Solon snorted small to make a fool of himself. Then make a serious face and say.

"But I dare you to make a kid king here. In itself, it was still the seizure of the throne. But that's how you transfer the supreme status and power that you have at your disposal to the people once and for all."

He looks around at the faces of those who listen to him, and then Solon says with all his might.

"The results are no different. But the weight of the act will be completely different."

The metaphor was bad, but everyone was convinced, "I see."

The people must be thankful for the inconvenience, even if they suddenly throw over the sovereignty of a country they haven't even asked for. But if, for once, the sovereignty of the country is transferred until it has abandoned the supreme status and power at its disposal, many people will receive it as a noble act that has abandoned their private lust.

Having finished telling the whole story, Solon relied on the back of the chair just to say he was tired. After ringing his giddy back, Solon says with a boring looking face.

"Oddly enough, the Grand Chancellor there also recommended the lad to reign with that intent, didn't he?

To Solon's words Pompius said nothing in his voice, but bowed his head down small and affirmed.

Gallum, who often meditated and chewed Solon's story in his head, slowly exhaled the heat gushing in his chest.

"I see. I understand. I'm an unschooler, but from what I've heard, it seems right that Soma should be king."

When Gallum said, "What do you think?" and look around everyone's face, but all they did was return a nod indicating their agreement. Gallum, who sees no objection, asks Pompius.

"But so Soma turned it down."

"It's on your left."

Pompius answered with a bitter smile.

"No matter how much I preached, I wouldn't be king. I couldn't accept it at all."

Garam felt surprised by this.

As far as Garam knows, the Ethereal Horse also listens honestly to the opinions of others, and if he thinks it's right, there's just enough weight to accept even bending his claims until then. On the contrary, it is so much so that I am rather too listening to the opinions of others and worried that I may be too weak from around me. That being said, it was because I did not think I would reject Pompius' proposal, which was so sensible.

Gallam called out to those who seemed to know most about it in order to know by now why the Ethereal Horse was rejecting it.

"It's an exalted fang. You must have been there. Why is Soma so reluctant to be the king?

Shemr is the first minister of the Ethereal Horse, whom he acknowledges to himself. In addition, since the arrival of the Ethereal Horse in this world, he has been samurai (Habe) to the side (buckwheat) without ever leaving, and has always given priority to the Ethereal Horse. It would definitely be her who understands the mood of the Ethereal Horse here. To its shemr, Gallam asked why the Ethereal Horse was refusing to be king.

Then, Shemr answers by making only a rare face.

"Mm-hmm. That's just solid."

To the unexpected answer, we all muttered, "Consistently?," Shemr nodded all the time, "Yes," before continuing his words.

"Soma said he would make a country where everyone would be equal on his own. What makes me king now is breaking my covenant with all of us. Not to mention that few of our countrymen have lost their lives so far. In front of those who have been sacrificed, they cannot be kings because they are more convenient. Oh, my God, you're thinking about that."

Shemru sighed one loud sigh, not to mention saying that he was all alone.

"You're totally solid, that one. Oh, then, no more. My" you under the umbilical, "but it's troublesome."

When Shemr spoke smudgingly, and Garam showed his consent with a rugged face.

"Not at all. There's nothing more out of hand than a crappy, mean guy."

Shemr raises his voice of surprise at the words of his surprisingly realistic brother.

"Oh! You know what I mean, Raging Fangs?"

"Oh. I know."

Garam nodded firmly and said.

"You realize it's not really the same for you, but you can't be honest. Try to get me through for some reason. I can't bear the end of it just because my surroundings tell me I'm noble or something. They don't know. This isn't noble, it's just a stubborn fool," he said.

Shemr, who had nodded as he agreed, to Garam's words, which were plentiful and realistic, but whose last words caught on.

"Wait a minute, Raging Fangs. Is that what you're talking about Soma?

Gallum turned away.

"... are you going to?

"Hey, Raging Fangs. Look at me and say it!

Shemru yelled, stripping her fangs with excitement.

"Tell the chief," Elegant Fangs, "do that in the tent. I'm ashamed to be the same family."

It was Gurkaka who broke into Aya's sibling fight about to start. He is Gurkaka, who was a close friend of his two fathers, Garguz. As close as he was to his parents and his children, he was able to hold them back.

Gurkaka, who stopped the sibling fight, asks Shemr, who still stares at his brother with swordswallowing eyes.

"It's an exalted fang. I don't know how much a king is to man, but I do remember Lord Soma accepting it without a problem when he became king of the clan?

To Gurkaka's question, Shemr says with slight confusion.

"I'm not sure, either, but the King of the Nation is only a title, so it's good."

Human warlords like Setius and Adomius turned out surprised by this.

Fighting and raising their name on the battlefield for them is basically to gain gold and silver and territory that will be awarded as rewards. It was hard to understand that it would be better to just name it.

"So Master Soma is also a man. You have a commitment that no one else understands."

It was Marcronis who showed such understanding.

An ancient conscript who had long served as a compiler of junior soldiers, he had seen many recruits so far, but some of those recruits were somewhat obsessed with a squared battle or with helping their fellow soldiers.

Perhaps he had set up a minute (yibu) in himself that he could never give way to in order to keep himself in an extreme state where he didn't know when he was going to die, and let it go.

Marcronis smiles all the time.

"But I've seen many soldiers die because of that commitment."

Recruits who were obsessed with a squared battle but were taken over by the cowardly hands of their enemies for. A young platoon leader who let all of himself or even the rest of us die in the citation he tried to help his people until he shook off his restraint.

All are bitter memories of Marcronis.

"If that is also the story of Master Soma, it will be the country that will be involved. Dying is not a story of being alone or alone. Though I think it would be best if you bend your focus on Soma."

Everyone nodded and gave their consent to the realistic statements of the ancient strong.

But in the next word of Dvarin, the place solidifies.

"But the question is, who's going to convince Lord Soma?

It is a pale horse known for its weakness, but at the same time, we all knew that there was something unusually stubborn about what we thought we could never give way to.

Especially at issue this time is one that also relates to the unshakeable founding philosophy of the Ethereal Horse of making all people equal. No matter how it was for the country, it was obvious that it would be difficult for anyone to see it embracing the Ethereal Horse.

Solon, who had only one niggling grin, says without a thing as everyone and he all go off with a difficult face.

"So you only have the kid's first minister?

Everyone turns their gaze in the same direction.

At the end of those gazes, Shemr was alone in making her eyes patchy.