Hakai no Miko

When the Ethereal Horse accepted to be king, the story proceeded at once.

It is only natural in this age that those who originally conquered the country will be king. But because the Ethereal Horse had rejected it, various problems and confusion had arisen as unprecedented, and things had stalled for over six months without knowing how to deal with it. With that resolved, we cut the weir with plenty of water in it, but it was also natural for things to progress at once.

Nevertheless, the reign of the Ethereal Horse did not take place immediately.

First, he officially announced to the country that he would carry out the reign of the Ethereal Horse and the ritual of the founding of the new state. That day shall be the same day one year after the date of defeat of the Romanian National Army in the King's capital Holmea. There, at the same time as the Ethereal Horse became king, it was decided to exalt the founding of the country and to officially approve in the name of the Ethereal Horse key positions such as domestic lords and bureaucrats, which had previously been taken over by the collapse. As a result, the new state, which has remained vague (ambiguous) until now, will take a clear form.

It was also conveyed with an angel to the countries of the West.

The reactions of Western countries to this varied.

Firstly, it was the Romanian State that reacted first. Prince Gordia, who is still unconscious and holds the government of the nation on behalf of King Dordea, voiced strong criticism of the reign and founding of the Ethereal Horse as the robbery of the Holmeer nation and the seizure of the throne. And it is still assumed that the sovereignty of the State of Holmea rests with the exiled King Vritas, who has demanded that the Ethereal Horses return promptly to King Vritas, as well as the Romanian State citing the country and proclaiming its support for it.

However, the reaction of this Romanian country was already anticipated. In addition, the proclaimed Prince of Gordia himself did not move to actions such as moving soldiers, only to restrain the Ethereal Horses and to observe the reactions of the surrounding countries, and most of them took it calmly.

And Barzibor, a small country sandwiched between its Romanian state and the Ethereal Horses, declared that under King Vritas he would have the same friendship (yugi) as the Holmeer state had ever had. King Cesar also refused to show unnecessary interference with the messenger from the Ethereal Horse who wanted to be "good neighbors to each other", saying, "That would require respect for each other first".

This would be a response to considering the Romanian state (toys), which showed a clear hostile attitude towards the Ethereal Horse.

However, while showing such an attitude towards the Romanian nation, King Cesar used many expressions, such as "shoulder to shoulder", in his protégé to the Ethereal Horse entrusted to the visiting Messenger, using the Ethereal Horse as his "future friend".

This was what implicitly recognized the pale horse, albeit with clear words, as equivalent to himself - that is, the king.

In addition, while clearly stating that he does not intend to send the Orthodox Angel to the Reign and Founding Ceremony, he has told me that the Marquis of Chez would like to visit him shortly, so that he can give me a convenience (Bengi).

The Marquis of Chez is a leading nobleman of Barzibor who is rumored to be manipulating King Cesar in shadows, rumored to be a dark man who is only interested in painting. The Marquis of Chez, who also has a blood connection with the nobility of the Holmeer country, is in the apparent name of caring for Princess Wallina, who became the princess of the diaspora, and wants to ask her how she is feeling. But its visit overlapped with the ceremony of reign and statehood, and its sincerity was unquestionably its participation in the ceremony. Balgibor showed the resilience of a small country sandwiched between two great powers.

In favour of the reign of the Ethereal Horse and the construction of the new State over the Romanian and neutral States, which thus show hostility with the Ethereal Horse, it was the States of Jeboa and the Union of Eight Kings.

If we take Jebor for a merchant guild that essentially dominates it, our friendship with the Ethereal Horse, which produces rarities such as vitreous and soap and whiskey, which are now no longer indispensable for trading with the centre of the continent, is important. There was also a desire to deepen our friendship even further in order to enter into the construction of the "Soma Road", which will be fully started, and the huge market it will bring.

For this reason, a messenger was sent by King Jeboa to officially proclaim his reign and statehood, or to formally enter into friendship with the words of celebration. Ten more Commissioners moving the Merchant Guild delivered a series of names, as well as messengers and dedications from individuals to celebrate.

And it was the countries of the Eight Kings United that showed no less favourable attitude than this Jeboa. In addition to celebrating the reign and founding of the Ethereal Horse to a large extent in the name of the Union, the nations of the Eight Kings Union undertook to send dignitaries of their countries, including royalty, from their respective countries as messengers of celebration.

Of course, this is conscious of the Romanian state, which is a threat to the Eight Kings United Nations.

And that was the same for the Ethereal Horse, which is also in tense relationship with the Romanian State. When the messengers of the Eight Kings Union arrived, they welcomed them with breaking treatment, such as welcoming themselves, and made them the restraint of the Romanian State by demonstrating strong friendship.

However, these national stigmas were also only superficial.

Behind the sunless western realm, even more intense fighting was taking place.

The nations sent unofficial messengers to explore each other's bellies, and in the darkness of the night, the scouts traveled, and all the kings, generals, and merchants in the secret chambers turned over the number of manoeuvres, and all of them concealed, to make this reign of the Ethereal Horse and the founding of the kingdom their own currencies.

In the midst of such a variety of thoughts, we finally celebrated the day when the reign of the Ethereal Horse and the rite of founding the nation were carried out.

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"Lord General Gallam. May I have a word?

Garam, adorned with brightly colored bird wings and colored cloth with torso armor and a purple coat showing the Grand General on top, stopped to the voice calling himself.

It is the great hall in the royal castle of the king's capital, Holmenia. Looking back in the gallam as he returned with dignitaries and their companions and squire visiting from Western countries to participate in the reign to be carried out and the rite of nation-building, it was the women of the human race who were there.

When it was said that an important ceremony would take place shortly, I was lost in judging who Gallum would be to a woman of the human race wearing armor that emphasized the appearance of ritual rather than dress.

It's been a long time since I've lived with other races, but I still can't tell the face of the human species. So I snort small enough not to be rude to smell the smell. Gallum, who smelled the human smell in front of him from among the cluttered smells drifting around him, finally realized who he was dealing with.

"That was Lord Demetria. What can I do for you?

It was Demetria, granddaughter of Dalios, the grand general of the Romanian state, who spoke to Galam.

Demetria realizing that Garam probably didn't know who he was for a moment, but I wouldn't imitate him to point that out politely. Put your hands on your chest instead and keep your head down small.

"Though I do not know, for your country, I would like to thank you once again not only for welcoming us just before such an important ceremony, but also for inviting us to speak with you, knowing that we are very busy"

Demetria expressed her gratitude by raising her voice too loud even if she tried not to lose the hustle and noise around her.

I also respond to this with words that I had prepared in advance.

"No. If you come to the ceremony, there will be foil. Thank you very much."

Even so, Gallum said, "What a hassle."

It was not more than a week ago that Demetria took only a small offering to visit the mansion of Garam in the king's capital, Holmenia.

It is a mansion given to Gallam by the Ethereal Horse in response to Pompius' prophecy that even if it is not ok for the Great General's mansion not to be in the King's capital, it is still a Gallam that feels uncomfortable in the life surrounded by stone walls. I usually lived with a tent in the suburbs.

But Gallam was surprised to hear that a Romanian man, albeit a woman, had visited his mansion, which was similar to such an empty house.

Ask the soldier who came to reward him for what he came for, and Demetria says, "My grandfather, His Excellency General Daraios, has come to see if he has treated the axe spears he has deposited with him crudely".

No matter how serious Gallum was, I just couldn't take this pretext for pelicans. But I don't like these belly searches.

Gallum, who instantly broke it off that it was out of his control, decided to consult the person who was best at abdominal arts as far as he could tell.

"You must have come to attend the reign of Master Soma and the founding ceremony."

Eladia, who was consulted, replied so promptly.

But Gallum puts his neck to this. Then I should say so, but I couldn't understand why I bothered to visit my grandfather on the grounds of ascertaining his axe spear.

Asking that frankly, Eladia answers with a bitter smile.

"Because officially the Romanian state does not recognise us. We've invited you, but we've been pushed back."

Eladia goes on to say to the galam that blinks her eyes to surprise.

"That said, I cannot say that it is too good as a Romanian country to be completely cut off here. Especially if you take it for generals who can actually cross swords and spears with us, dead and alive issues. Because in case you can't negotiate when you're a prisoner, you're going to have to be beheaded."

So it is not officially recognised as a Romanian country, but I just want to leave a connection. However, the majority of the eastern Hormeans, who have made connections since before, have either fled to the Romanian state or died in battle. The influential northern marquis was also swept away by earlier civil unrest, and the remaining western and southern parts were sometimes distant from the Romanian state, and nothing seemed to be connected until now.

If we had to build a relationship from the outset anyway, the arrows of White Wings would have stood that Garam, who had become the Grand General, was better than the weakened lords.

Gallum, so explained, was fed up with the meagre story.

Then Eladia, having read in its mind, laughs with a tickle.

"I know this is another general's job."

If you say so, Gallum has to be convinced, too.

Instead, Gallam asked Eladia to teach him, and he rented a couple of elves to make the mansion as empty as it was open to guests.

But here we go again.

In addition to the formation of a new army, it is the preparation of ceremonies and a busy garam. I can't afford to be dealing with the Demetrians at last. When that happens, we need someone to welcome the Demetrians to the ceremony instead of Gallam.

Typically, such roles must be Garam's wife or family.

But Gallam still had no wife with him, and Shemr, his only flesh parent, was still tight on the busiest Ethereal Horse right now, and he couldn't have asked for it very much.

So when Gallam talked to him about what was going on, Eladia agreed comfortably, "I'll take care of it," and immediately brought in a woman.

"You shrug! With all my body and soul, I will serve as this great actor and let you see it!

It was Klaga Bunuka Shishru, deputy secretary of Gallam.

I got all my honey citrus hair furrowed by excitement, and my nose went to the rough shrug figure, "Is this okay?" Asked Eladia with her eyes, "We will assist you, so don't worry."

If Eladia says so, I can't even say no to Garam. And above all, the person in question is motivated.

Gallum could only say "please".

"I'll take care of it! Be precise, serve well and let's have a look!

That was the shrug that ran out of words.

Many places were seen where the motivation was actually too big to be empty, but still Schull also had the aid of the Eladias, who until today welcomed the Demetrias as substitutes for Gallum without being overwhelmed.

To this Zug, with a bad grin of Niyaniya and people, said:

"Looks like they're taking legs and horns."

"Take Legs and Horns" as Zug has spoken is a Zoan adage that has a similar meaning to "fill the outer moat" where Zoan, when catching the cow alive, first captures the legs one at a time to seal their movement, then finally takes dangerous horns and pushes them in, then handles in turn what hinders them from achieving their purpose, making the lower preparations to achieve their purpose.

"Whoa, the cow got grumpy," Zoog said when Gallum looked at him without knowing what it meant to be told such an adage.

For Zoan, cattle are prey to hunting and creatures that become livestock. Gallum, who was rumored to be such a cow, shoved some of the work he had into Zoog, "If you're free, do this," he said.

Then Zoog moans and shows exaggerated.

"Ooh! What a narrow thing to be our great chief, my lord general."

That being said, because he knew Gallum's busy schedule, Zoog took the pressed job back as it was.

But that was irritating to Gallam again.

Zoog is actually better at arbitrating soldiers of different races, forming armies, and arranging food and weapons. All that, and the reading and writing Gallum was learning with all his hard work, Zoog seemed to be able to do quite a bit.

I want to beat the old me up for insulting him as a beast.

Gallum was so painful.

"Lord Gallam. How have you been?

To Demetria's voice, Garam, distracted by his memory as he put her in front, returned to me hah. One cough to fix the occasion, and then Garam prefaces, "I seem nervous ahead of the ceremony, too," he says.

"We would have been bewildered by the sudden invitation, but we are not obsessed with tough formats and courtesies. Please feel free to join us."

Gallam also said it out loud to make his surroundings listen, in order to make a demetria of the position that he would only be attending because of his accidental presence on the day of the reign and the founding ceremony.

Then, turn your eyes to Demetria's side.

"By the way, what can I do for you?

It was the Demetrian maid of honor that Gallam turned to. The samurai, with her brilliant blonde hair that caught her eye, was staring at Gallum to eat from earlier.

Demetria breaks right in.

"This man has still misbehaved because of his apprenticeship. I beg your pardon, Lord Gallam."

Besides, Gallum gently recieved, "I don't care".

In fact, you can often turn your curiosity away from people unfamiliar with Zoan, and you can't even care about that one at best. But the majority of those eyes said the anxiety and fright of Zoan was hidden, but the eyes of this samurai were sparkling like a child with excitement and joy. That was just oddly ticklish.

Speaking of which, you used to look at me like this.

With that in mind, Marcronis called out, "I beg your pardon during your welcome".

"My Lord General. I'd like to talk to you a little bit, would you mind?

Marcronis, the general of man, had been entrusted with the guard of the royal palace, which was visited by many dignitaries of the human species at the ceremony. That Marcronis is consulting, so there must have been some kind of security problem.

Gallum, who thought so, walked away from the spot with Marcronis when he told Demetria to resign.

That's how he loses sight of Gallam, Demetria tells the neighboring maid to dive in her voice.

"Consider the current situation and your position, Your Highness Piata"

The blonde samurai - Princess Piata Der Romanianis of the Romanian Country - answers with a dismal face.

"Nothing will go wrong. I kept my mouth shut, as I promised you."

When Demetria, who had been ordered to make a face with Gallum under the pretext of an axe spear he had deposited from his grandfather, General Darios, asked Piata to spend some time with him, the heiress said, "Then take me with you."

Naturally, Demetria disagreed greatly. However, Piata did not take a step back, and it was the end of saying that if you didn't take her, you would get in there on your own. That's all. My grandfather Darios, who asked me to give Piata a compliment, also said, "I can't say who it is, but it would be better to see enemies with blades directly than this," and said, "If anything happens to anyone anywhere, you and I can't just fit in your neck. Be careful," he said.

I would have liked to have told Her Royal Highness, Demetria, but if Her Royal Highness and the Grand General had joined forces, there was no way I could have overturned it. This is how he was brought here, provided that he hid his identity and dressed as a samurai, and never spoke to anyone but himself.

That being said, Demetria deeply sighs.

"Your Highness. 'My eyes are a quiet eloquent'. If you can see it with those eyes, it's something you care about whoever it is. Watch out for distracting imitations."

The bitterness of these milk sisters doesn't make sense to Piata either. Piata leaks her admiration as she stares at Gallam as he leaves.

"But it was brilliant, wasn't it? Oh, we're gonna fall in love. Come on. You'll feel good."

Piata thinks of the furrows of Gallam and sneers. Then I tell Demetria with a pranky grin.

"Hey, Demetria. Can you ask me to do something so I can touch you?

"Please don't. It's a big problem if you treat a beast who has become a general of a country."

Immediately. If you sweeten it up a little here, this master was a demetria familiar with what could really be done.

But that thought doesn't make sense to Piata either.

"Really? I heard that praising the hairline for Zoan is the same as praising the appearance for humans."

I said it was obvious.

All of that, plus the Dinosaurian scales, is the end of saying pompous things that I don't think are princesses of a very great power, such as how comfortable they feel to touch an elf's ear.

Why am I serving this man?

Demetria complains even though she is genuinely troubled.

"Please consider your position. In the first place, it's insane to assume that the princess of a great power is hiding her identity and coming to hostile opponents."

Then Piata's face, which was an innocent child-like expression, sparkles with a sharp sword.

"What a cute thing I am. - Look. Look at the guy over there."

When Piata prompted Demetria to turn her attention, there was a young man from a dignitary in some country taking his wife to greet her.

Demetria frowns slightly.

It's a face I remember seeing somewhere before, because I couldn't remember where or who the hell it was.

Then Piata whispered in a childlike tone revealing the secret she kept.

"I call myself the Marquis of Chez in the Balgiborian country, but that's King Cesar himself."

"No way?!" Demetria surprised.

Piata says as she turns her eyes to the people around King Cesar.

"Some dignitaries in other countries seem to notice besides me, but they all pretend not to notice. Be polite."

Demetria was hard to believe, albeit in the words of Piata, whom she trusted. It is not even possible for Piata to be here hiding her qualities. That being said, even though it is a small country, it no longer seems sane, such as the king himself faking his identity and then exposing himself to the grandeur and riding into another country.

"That's in the West End, the Dark One known as that. There's no clapping about what you do, such as hiding your identity and entering another country."

"That's not such a cute thing as a darling."

Piata told Demetria, who subtly rubs it on herself as well, to throw up.

General Dalaios and his brother, Prince Gordia, two respected by Piata in their respective fields of military and political affairs, criticize King Cesar with their mouths shut, saying, "There is no certainty," but "it is dangerous.

And above all, Piata's own intuition had appealed to King Cesar:

"That's a ghost. Decent living thoughts don't measure that thought or behavior."

You must be taking the form of a fool who came to see the Son of Destruction by falsely identifying himself with an odd interest. But still, it's an act that could hurt your mask, which you've been wearing for years. You must have wanted to see the Son of Destruction so directly on your own.

"Disgusting, ghost. Did you even change your purpose? Much more obsessed with the Son of Destruction."

Saying that, you noticed the gaze of staring at yourself, and King Cesar turned his face toward Piata. And king Cesar lifted up his hand small, and cast a smile upon him to show him.

Even though they are false identities, even if the king of one country paid attention to the ladies of the other. Naturally, the dignitaries of each country, who turned their attention to something, also began to realize the existence of Piata.

"Damn. Just because you find out, don't even get involved with me. He's really got a seizure problem."

Even though he couldn't possibly hear Piata poisoning him so, King Cesar made him smile inhumanly like a reptile before his prey.

"Sir, how have you been?

Speaking out to King Cesar, who provoked Piata, was now Delilah, a "root" intersex who named Iberna, the Marquis of Chez. Delilah further asks, following King Cesar's gaze and acknowledging Piata as a samurai.

"What's that guy?

King Cesar answers in a light tone.

"Oh. - That's a grandma horse from the Romanian country."

Delilah was surprised.

A grandma horse in the Romanian country. That is, she is Princess Piata.

"How dare the princess and the princess of the great kingdom embark on a false identity?"

Delilah was also struck by King Cesar, who put himself up on the shelf and said,

If, for any reason, the Son of Destruction holds King Cesar in captivity, it is important. King Cesar, ostensibly disguised as a dark man indifferent to national politics, has absolute power behind him as the commander-in-chief of the "root" and holds everything in national politics. Without that king Cesar, the Balgiborian nation would collapse in an instant.

King Cesar smiles and responds to Delilah, who is so bitter.

"If it perishes, isn't it exciting, too? Anyway, I'd like to end this whole western region in a grand way."

Delilah dressed as calm, but frightened.

For the words of King Cesar, saying so, were rarely from the heart.

King Cesar has a deeper sense of despair and nothingness than ourselves, a secret detective who has been thoroughly cut off from humanity by education and training.

I could not find words to speak to King Cesar like that, and Delilah had no choice but to shut her mouth.

In front of such a delilah, King Cesar accidentally turns his face to the other.

"Apparently, it's time for the ceremony."

At the end of King Cesar's gaze, the main door leading to the ceremonial festival was slowly beginning to open.