Hakai no Miko

White, thin fingers were added to the armor of the armor, but the dark hair hardened by fragrance oil was combed without sound.

"Greetings, Master Soma"

Eladia, with her hands, smiled softly as the flowers dusted before her own strength.

The pale horse, who had entrusted everything to her and herself had her eyes lightly closed, slowly raised her eyelids. Then the first thing that pops into my sight is the mirror placed in front of me.

What you see there was not what the Ethereal Horse would know about herself.

The brunette, which is cut short and cluttered because it is easy to care for, is firmly cemented with perfumed oil, and carefully groomed. Feeling slightly heavier would be due to the hair added to increase the sense of quantity. Because of her indifference to skincare and other things, the rough, scratchy skin spent several hours rubbing in the fragrance oil, moisturizing it and restoring moisture and softness like an infant. The brow, which I didn't usually care about, is also shaped with a small knife. It also went hand in hand with the dark makeup placed in the sight, adding a touch of softness to the face of the Ethereal Horse, usually even said to be weak.

In the arms of Eladias, the Ethereal Horse nodded one satisfactorily.

"Yeah. - Thank you, Mr. Eladia"

After thanking Eladia, the Ethereal Horse turned its gaze to the side.

It was Shemr who was there. She had also already finished her preparations wearing brightly dyed torso armor, decorated with colorful bird wings from above, and painted a neighborhood like print with colored soil on her face.

Asks the Ethereal Horse, who rose from the chair in front of the decorated Shemr.

"What do you think, Shemr? I'm... I'm not weird, am I?

Since his decision to become king, the Ethereal Horse had stopped saying "I" and tried to say "I".

To say that you will be king is to have stronger authority than ever before and take heavy responsibility.

But that's why I wasn't going to change myself. But at the same time, sweetness is unacceptable more than making your own decisions.

In order to express his determination, he also changed the way he had previously called himself childish.

Most of all, the determination of such Ethereal Horses was not well understood around them either. Unlike Japanese, most languages in this world do not differ from one-person names such as "I" or "I". For this reason, in the ears of most were only perceptions of the extent to which the ever faint nuances had disappeared from the single name spoken by the Ethereal Horse.

It is only for the record that Aoima was secretly depressed by the result that he intended to change his name by no means because of it, but that his determination was also empty.

But the Ethereal Horse himself still didn't stick around to say "I" either. They also often make strange faces at the people around them. Still, I often say "I".

The Ethereal Horse laughs bitterly at herself, saying that this is all she can do.

Shemr had a full grin after he tried shivering such a pale horse from the tip of his head to the tip of his nails.

"Uh-huh. On the day of my new departure, I'll stand up."

"Thank you," replied the Ethereal Horse, who received a heartbeat from Shemr with a grin.

Then just there comes an elf woman.

"Dear Soma. It's time."

Besides, the Ethereal Horse shuddered his body slightly at the tension. Then he answers briefly, "Okay," he closes his eyes quietly and inhales to the bottom of his lungs. And he exhaled slowly, as if to exhale the tension that binds his body together.

"All right! - Come on, let's go, Shemr"

"Everywhere. You're under my umbilical cord."

The two headed to the festival, which would be a place for ceremonies.

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When the main door of the festival opened to the audience in front of him, the Ethereal Horse felt the gaze of curiosity of the people directed at him from beyond pushing him with even physical pressure.

Shemr's hand is attached to his back from a position unseen by others so as to support the pale horse, which was inadvertently littered. The Ethereal Horse, courageous in its Shemr hands, forcefully stepped forward.

In this way, a red cloth is laid straight from the main door where they crept into the altar at the front. On either side of it stood the brave dressed Dinosaurians in an upright immovable position.

"Dear Soma Xaki, We are here for you!

When an elf woman informed him of the admission of the Ethereal Horse, the blurring broke out from among dignitaries, big merchants and other celebrities from various countries who were on the other side of the Dinosaurian Wall.

"Is that it..."

"That's more of a rumor..."

"That's the Son of Destruction..."

Many of those voices were clapped out.

I had greeted the main invitees beforehand, but many of the other invitees saw the Ethereal Horse for the first time on this occasion today.

These men imagined a brutal outrageous desolate or a horrible wizard because of the notoriety of the numerous Ethereal Horses they had been spreading. However, even though the appearance of the pale horse that I actually saw gives off a touch of makeup, its former face is said to be weak. The "Son of Destruction" they imagined was a far cry.

It is also natural that many of the invitees who participated clapped out whether this was truly the infamous Son of Destruction.

With such a curious gaze entwined all over his body, the Ethereal Horse walks over the red cloth with a firm foothold step by step.

Then the Ethereal Horse, who went up to the rampage altar, breathed out a small, sharp breath and put himself alive, before returning his curly heel.

Really, more gaze pressure than ever strikes a pale horse.

But now he let that pressure out, and the Ethereal Horse strained his chest.

I've come this far. I no longer feel uncomfortable.

The Ethereal Horse took the pressure of the attendees' gaze directly from the front.

"Beyond this, perform the reign and crowning ritual!

An elf woman beside the altar raised her voice.

"The representatives of the seven races gathered under Master Soma, go forward!

Along with that call, the representatives of the seven races that inhabit this continent of Cerdeas - Dinosaurian, Marman, Dwarf, Elf, Zoan, Harpuan and Human - have each moved forward.

"At the time of the founding of this new nation, he regarded it as the seven races living there and enacted seven new crowned treasure vessels!

Along with his voice, a squire with a crowned treasure vessel is lined behind the representatives of each race.

"The enacted crowned treasure vessel is once deposited with the seven races! Delegates of all races, if you recognize Master Soma as king, offer the crowned treasure vessel deposited! If you are unhappy, walk away from this spot with the Crown Treasure! With the result, we view it as the totality of each race!

Naturally, there will be no race to say no to the crown of the Ethereal Horse until we come here. But still, this unexpected taste leaked admiration from among the invitees.

"First, Dinosaurian!

In accordance with the order in which it was born in the myth of Genesis, the first to be called was Dinosaurian. And its representative is, of course, Jahangil Hetham Jarouge.

Jaharn Gill's outfit was as light as boasting of Dinosaurian's strong flesh. On his upper body he put a metal shoulder clasp edged with gold on his left shoulder, and on his opposite right shoulder he was merely wearing a thin cloth, exposing his thick chest and thick arms without hesitation. The lower body is also just wrapped in a skirt with another white cloth.

Jahangil, slowly waving his tail protruding from that white cloth to the left and right, advanced to the front of the Ethereal Horse, and when he grabbed with one hand the crowning treasure vessel offered by his squire following behind him, he offered it to the Ethereal Horse.

It's a treasure sword.

It is not seen directly because it is housed in a sheath, but is a double-edged straight knife. Dwarves forged it, with a mirror-polished body, with large red balls at the corner, gold and silver threads wrapped around the pattern, and a seven-colored decorative string representing the seven races on the patterned head.

"The treasure sword represents the king's force"

Jaharngill said, blurring.

The pale horse receives the treasure sword with the words.

"I did receive it"

Then the Dinosaurians, who were in the corner of the festival, shouted up their fists and cheered.

Shemr, handed a treasure sword by the Ethereal Horse in that cheer, quickly turns to the left side of the Ethereal Horse. And when he poked his knee on the spot, he hung a treasure sword that had just been given to the clasp attached to the waist of the Ethereal Horse costume.

Jahangil nodded satisfactorily many times as he leaked a rough breath from his nose to the figure of a pale horse hanging the treasure sword he had given him on his waist.

It is Merman's turn next to offer the crowning treasure vessel.

The marching elf woman who tried to call Marman's name was in trouble there.

Jaharn Gill, who is supposed to back down by offering a crowning treasure vessel, can't move. He watches the Ethereal Horse without ever getting tired of it.

That makes an elf woman look in trouble, too. Then, there was no choice but to drag down the three sons of Jaharngil - Mehrzad, Nieusher and Pearlshire - by the three fathers.

The elf woman lifts her voice as she strokes her chest down with a ho when the reign ceremony can finally proceed.

"Next, Merman!

It was Olga, the warrior chief of the Marmans, who lived on an island off the coast of Jeboa, who entered before the Ethereal Horse on a barrel filled with sea water.

A pale horse who glorifies the equality of the seven races, but at present there is only enough at his place for Marman to be counted with one hand. Moreover, the likes of those who are in Holmenia, the former capital of the kingdom of Holmea, who have few ties to the sea, are among the Merman translations, and they are all strangers. Naturally, there can be no one of such stature as can represent the race, nor has there ever been any great feat under the Ethereal Horse.

However, Merman's presence was indispensable to the philosophy that the country of more interested countries should also be.

So he asked Princess Admeete of Marman, who had been visiting for the ceremony, if Olga, who had accompanied him as his escort, could take on the role of becoming a guest general and offering a crowning treasure vessel to Aoima.

Initially, Olga refused to be a major actor who was past himself, a boneless warrior. However, Princess Admété, a belly sister princess, has a history of pushing through and taking on Olga's will with an honest argument that "if Olga becomes a guest general, it will also be a bridge between sea and land, in the interests of both sides".

For this reason, Olga seemed to behave resolutely from the side (for), but if you look closely, his complexion was blue, his vain eyes wandering, his lips shuddering slightly, "Why me..."

Unexpectedly, the Ethereal Horse whispered, "Are you okay?" Asking, Olga returns to me haha.

Gems such as gold and silver chains and pearls, which were still just decorated on the upper body and long silver hair that exposed the skin to the clap, made no sound.

"It's okay. I am always calm and settled."

Responding to the worry-faced Ethereal Horse in a whisper like that, Olga coughed one up to fix the spot. So finally, the belly was braced, and Olga raised her voice.

"The treasure represents the king's treasure"

The jewel of the black onion was dedicated to the pale horse by the female officer of the elf who became a squire on behalf of Olga, who could not hand over the crowning treasure vessel because she was on board.

The big black onions, some as carefully polished by the hands of the famous Dwarves, are as deep black as the night sky. It was fantastic that white stripes were still in there like clouds in the wind. In the slightest grooves of a tattoo designed with grass and bird beasts carved onto the surface, gold and silver leaves are pushed in, making their appearance rise even in the distance.

One end of that jewel was fitted with a gold pedestal from which silver chains stretched in rings.

"I will not be a good king"

Olga nearly smiled at the pale horse who took the treasure in his hand.

"I hope so too"

Shemr, who had deposited the treasure from the Ethereal Horse who replied so, quickly put it on the neck of the Ethereal Horse.

Then, the Mermans, who were seated in rows of smaller numbers, can make the unique voice of Mermans sound even far in the ocean to the entire festival.

"Next Dwarf!

Next to Marman to move forward was Dwarf's Dvarin. Ring countless ornaments on his beard jarring, his chest stretched to turn back and he walks over the pants and the red cloth to the Ethereal Horse.

It was the gold ring that Doverine, standing before the Ethereal Horse, offered to the Ethereal Horse. It is the embedded gemstone shards that occasionally gleam in the thin circle area engraved with its refined texture.

And on the head of the ring, which was larger than the ring, seemed to overlap 8 and ∞, stamped with a crest that the two snakes also seemed to wander.

It is the seal of the king's decree.

"The seal represents the king's oath"

The Ethereal Horse received his seal from thick fingers like doverlin potato worms from which he did not think refined craftsmanship would be produced.

Then, Dvarin laughs nicely.

"So much so that you can't shake the challenge on us."

A pale horse with too many thoughts returns with a bitter smile.

"I'll do it right."

And the Ethereal Horse deposits the seal he receives with Shemr once. While checking the orientation of the seal, Shemr offered it toward the Ethereal Horse as he held the wheel back to support it from the outside. When the Ethereal Horse puts up his middle finger in his right hand, he puts that finger through the seal ring. After he saw it through, Shemr stamped his pale horse's finger firmly.

Then the Ethereal Horse shows everyone the seal that got stuck in his finger with his hands raised wide against everyone.

Then the Dwarves stepped on their feet and raised their voice of joy.

"Next, Elf!

The next to advance was Elf's Eladia.

At this important ceremony, her outfit could be described as qualitative.

The only thing I wear is a forehead crown knitted with branches like laurels and a white dress that wraps around its thin limbs. And he was just inserting a single branch of the inn into his chest to the extent that he was sorry that he supposedly had the power of mystery.

But no one thinks it's blurry.

Because she herself is more beautiful than any gold or gem.

An exclamation and inferior exhalation leaks from the many men who have joined her as she moves in her footsteps to slip slightly shaking the hem of the dress.

Eladia, standing in front of the Ethereal Horse while singling out the gaze of many men, offered a crowning treasure vessel when she smiled flutteringly.

"Wang Xiao (Oushaku) stands for the power of the King"

It is a small wand - Wang Xuan.

On the basis of the namewood retrieved from the centre of the continent, the elves carved elaborate workmanship from their hands, carefully painting the sap with several chemicals on it, and drying it was also a specialty made over and over again with the application.

The Ethereal Horse, who receives the offered Wang Xuan, hands it to Shemr. Then Shemr filled the belt on the right hip of the Ethereal Horse, opposite the treasure sword, with Wang Xuan handed over.

"All of us for the sake of Master Soma"

It was usually Eladia who did not show her true heart with a smile on her face all the time to the appearance of a pale horse wearing Wang Jiao, but only at this time she had slight tears in her eyes.

And the pale horse answers with a blush on his cheek.

"Thanks"

Along with it, the elves blessed the pale horses by playing and ringing the strings of the bow.

"Next, Zoan!

It was, of course, Fagle Gargus Gallum who advanced as Zoan's representative along with the voice of an elf woman official.

When Gallum, dressed as a general, stood before the Ethereal Horse in a powerful foothold, he received a crowning treasure vessel dedicated by the following samurai. He then waves his arms wide and puts on the crowning treasure vessel.

It was a single coat.

Garam himself went to the mountain north of the plain of Sorbiant, and made it out of the fur of a giant bear, which he had finished with a sword. The lining was lined with a red cloth from the central crossing of the continent and a thin gold chain on the collar.

"The coat represents the king's refuge"

The Ethereal Horse, who receives the coat given to him with the words of Gallam, deposits it with Shemr. Shemr secured the jacket he had deposited using a clasp attached to both shoulders of the Ethereal Horse costume, chained with gold on his chest.

"It's a strange fate for a dying human kid my sister brought in to be our king."

The Ethereal Horse completely agreed with Garam's words of smudge and speaking.

"Me too, I really do"

With it, the Zoans blessed the Ethereal Horse with a howling voice.

"Next, Harpuran!

Harpuan's representative is, of course, Bird Admiral Pipi Tot Gigi.

Harpuran's Pipi, who lies that there is no better outfit than his own feathers, also adorned himself only today.

A simple Harpuan unique costume that puts its head through an empty hole in the center of a longitudinal cloth and just ties the cloth draped in front and back of its body with rope, but the cloth has brightly coloured embroidery without gaps, and the rope that ties its hips is also a luxurious mixture of gold and silver threads. The wings of Harpuran pride were also decorated with a number of gold and silver pearl ornaments.

"Collar decorations represent the king's authority"

Gifted by an elf woman who became a squire on behalf of Pipi, who could not use her hands, was a collar decoration made of bird wings.

If you look at the size and vivid colour of the bird's wings that have become the material, it is obvious that it is not just bird's, but Harpurans'. It is also said to have been sought by the nobles of the centre of the continent to compete for a time. It is a harpuan feather. Its beauty, it goes without saying.

"Our wings will be feathered only for you"

Towards the Ethereal Horse, which receives its collar decoration, Pipi took the highest thanks for Harpuan, who spread it by laying on one knee and laying his wings down.

"Nice to meet you"

Shemr, who was given a collar decoration by the Ethereal Horse who replied so, attached it to the collar of the coat he had just worn.

As the Ethereal Horses raise their jaws slightly to boast of the collar decorations, the Harpurans bless with their wings thumping.

"Finally, humans!

And the last representative of the human species of the seven races is Marcronis of the mankind. It was a thick book that the followers who followed it would dedicate.

Whereas so far many of the crowned treasure vessels have been gorgeous decorated with gold and silver pearls and the like, the book is of boneless making reinforced with metal pieces of the edges of the thick skins cover. That also went hand in hand with the thickness of the book itself, giving it a bitter atmosphere somewhere.

It is a code that has written down new national laws.

"The Codex stands for King's Discipline."

Marcronis accidentally spilled a grin on the pale horse receiving the code offered with the words.

Marcronis jokes and tells the pale horse what's wrong with his eyes.

"When I first saw you, I thought you wouldn't have believed me when I said, 'This boy is going to be king in the future.'"

Plus, the Ethereal Horse jokes back.

"I still can't believe it."

Marcronis gave a small chuckle to this.

Once the Ethereal Horse gives the received Codex to Shemr and then receives it again, he holds it so that it is held on the small side on the left.

Then Setius and the other human participants cheered.

"Now there are seven crowned treasure vessels in the presence of Master Soma!

The voice of the advancer elf proclaiming so shivered slightly with gratitude.

"With the support of all seven races here, Master Soma will be king!

Seven crowning treasure vessels - treasures, jewels, seals, kings, coats, collar decorations and codes - matched the number of the seven races living on this continent of Cerdeas, all in the hands of the Ethereal Horse.

And the Ethereal Horse was approved to reign over the king from all seven races. And by wearing the crown, the Ethereal Horse, who has been recognized for his right to reign, will officially be king of the new nation.

To the proclamation of the female officer of the elf, those who were under the ministry of the Ethereal Horse once again cheered, and the dignitaries of the other nations who were present also clapped their hands and blessed.

The elf woman speaks up even more after waiting for the cheer and applause to calm down.

"Bring the crown here!

The great door of the festival opened with its voice, and it was the crown of gold that the Elf woman, who came in quietly from it, brought with her high dedication.

The interest of dignitaries from the countries where they lived grew much higher in the appearance of a bright (barely) crown reflecting the sunlight inserted through a small window for lighting.

It is, who can wear this crown on a pale horse?

Normally, in the Continent of Cerdeas, it is the role of priests or witches who serve God, who are believed in that country, to carry out the crowning of the new King. It is to show that the priests and witches who are proxies of God will crown the new king so that God will recognize his reign and bless the gateway of the new kingdom.

It was the role of a cleric in the service of the human God, if we followed the usual practice of formerly Holmeer and Western countries. In recent years, ecclesiastical religions handed down from the centre of the continent have also emerged, pushing up indigenous faiths, thus taking on the role of ecclesiastical clerics in being able to wear crowns.

However, he is a Ethereal Horse known for marching out of anger (sometimes) towards a sacrament that persecutes non-human races. It was also known for being a human species but not believing in human God. But that's not why I believe in other seven-pillar gods.

And above all, the problem was that the pale horse was the son of Aura, goddess of death and destruction.

If the slightest remaining inheritance is correct, Aura is a higher being than the seven-pillar God, including the human God, who is closer to the Creator God. If he is the son of such a great god, it is the muscle that receives the blessing from Aura herself rather than from the seven pillar god, who dares to be lower.

In other words, it is the role of clerics and witches who serve Aura who can wear the crown to the Ethereal Horse.

But it is Aura, goddess of death and destruction, who has even been forbidden to speak of its existence. With the exception of some, its existence was barely even known until a few years ago. For that reason, I don't even know if there are clerics or anything to serve Aura.

If you choose one of the seven-pillar gods, then the Ethereal Horse will be thought to be using its species heavily, leaving its roots of evil for later rule. There is only one crown to receive blessings from all seven pillar gods on an equal footing.

Then again, this is also problematic when it comes to the clergy of the Creating God, who is slightly believed. Because in the Creator God, who died and created the world, to the gateway of a new nation, it is no longer ominous.

Who the hell can wear a crown on a pale horse?

Gathering such a gaze of curiosity and anticipation, the Ethereal Horse slowly opened his mouth.

"Before wearing this crown, I want to redefine one position"