Hakai no Miko

When the reign and founding rites were successfully completed, it was also informed to the people of the King's capital through the Proclamationer.

Most of the people of the king's capital accepted with cheer, blessing, and excitement the news of the reign of this pale horse and the founding of the new nation of Eldor.

And the excitement of the people of the king's capital was carried over as it were to the festival of celebrations.

The house of the King's Capital, decorated with flowers and handmade festive decorations that have just been picked for this day. Those who went up to the roof glorified the fame of the Ethereal Horse and Eldor, sprinkling petals from the cage in their hands to under their eyes. The petals are scattered like cotton snow, and if one of the travellers wearing a brilliant costume underneath them runs along performing arts and dancing to the music, the children follow them with a tall cheer.

Moreover, in the central square of the Wang capital, as many as two thousand barrels of wine prepared for the day and bread and meat filled with eighty baggage trucks towed by the great dragon were behaved in the name of the new Wang Aoi horse. It was not only the inhabitants of the king's capital, but also the people, both domestic and international, who had come all this way to gather for the festival, with wine, bread and meat in their hands, to glorify the fame of the Ethereal Horse and the new nation of Eldor.

Celebration feasts were also held in the Royal Castle.

The feast of celebration, which welcomes foreign dignitaries, is a dressed place to show the power and richness of the new nation Eldor. The feast seats were lined with dwarf-made glass vessels and silver dishes, not only with condiments taken from the centre of the continent through Joash for this day, and even dignitaries from countries with fat eyes were blinded to the expensive items.

Further dishes served there are at the hands of Marco, now known as the cook of the Ethereal Horse. Many of the dishes that Marco had prepared under the ink of the Ethereal Horse, who had unfortunately demonstrated his talents and hobbies, had made many gastronomers disappoint and engraved Marco's name into their tongues and memories.

It was also well received by non-human races rarely seen in other countries.

If Dinosaurian lifts a boulder to show off its power, the elves attract everyone with luster (ah so) and kana, the Dwarves take communal steps with a ring dance, Harpuran dances and dances with beautiful wings, and if Zoan sings like a howl, Marman will summon with it.

The feast, which began shortly after the reign and the founding ritual, so celebrated the evening in flourish. But the feast still shows no sign of an end.

A pale horse who enjoyed such a feast with everyone, but whose face was dyed red by alcohol. I already have a fever as much as I can tell by that myself.

"You should drink enough."

Shemr told me so strongly beforehand.

But you can't host a feast and not drink at all in a position to be celebrated again. Still, I refrained from doing so as much as I could, but I am a pale horse who is very weak for the original liquor. I felt a slightly mouthed liquor rushing around my body violently.

I don't think this is a good idea.

The Ethereal Horse thought so.

Regardless of who you are, you can't expose your ugliness in front of dignitaries who visit to celebrate from Western countries. Also, even if there were one who became king, none of us would be able to calm down and enjoy the feast.

That's what I thought. The Ethereal Horse decided to get rid of the place early.

"Enjoy yourselves later."

That's what I told him, and the Ethereal Horse sat down the feast.

To Shahata, who tries to talk about protection instead of Shemr, who is being caught by the people who celebrate his appointment as the king, Aoima suggests, "Because of this, you can have fun," but he follows by saying, "It's my job."

He was an Ethereal Horse who tried to return to his room with a slightly unscrupulous foothold with such a serious Shahata as his escort, but he stopped to his feet when he came near a terrace (balcony) overlooking the streets of the Wang capital.

Successfully completed his important reign and statehood ritual, his body is fatigued and hectic. But the mind was a recoil freed from tension, and vice versa was expensive. It is also the mouth of an evening when the sun has just set. Even if we keep going into the bedroom, this won't make it hard to fall asleep.

The Ethereal Horse, who thought so, took to the terrace at random.

A white-dyed terrace in the midst of the stars of the night sky, illuminated by the light cast by the moon. The Ethereal Horse, who walked to the edge of its terrace, laid his hands on the columns and looked down at the King's Capital under his eyes.

Normally, with the coming of night and darkness, it is time for the king's capital to fall to sleep.

But it was all different tonight.

The King's Capital rises reddish and in the darkness by lights lit with no spare use of precious fuel. And they shall gaze there, and the people of the king's capital shall be as small as black sesame seeds. They were dancing and making noise as they cheered and sang. I can't tell exactly by that look, but I can only see in the distance that they are delighted and celebrating their reign and the construction of the new state.

The sight heated the chest of the pale horse.

There was also a pleasantly cold night breeze on the cheeks lit by alcohol, and the Ethereal Horse was often spotted on the spot in the night view of Wang Du.

How much did you do that?

The Ethereal Horse felt signs of people behind her back.

Looking back, it was Shemr who was there.

"Am I interrupting?

And Shemr said unto him, and the pale horse purposefully made a stern face.

"Trouble. The king has the right to go freely to the king, so we can't drive him back."

To the pale horse who jokes and says, Shemr answers with a voice containing laughter.

"Right. I am your king. [M] Everywhere you are, you have every right to go."

And they laughed a lot.

Then Shemr turns his face over the Ethereal Horse to the night view of the Wang capital.

"Finally, you've come this far..."

Shemr's voice contained thoughts that could not be uttered in words.

The Ethereal Horse also returns only "yeah" with a sense of generosity.

Suddenly, the encounter in the dungeon of the fort, dropped into this Serdeas continent, a different world, and left uncertain of consciousness. My days in the village of Zoan, where I was still under Shemr's asylum without knowing who I was and what I would do.

And the first battle.

Excitement to see a battle in peaceful modern Japan that was only something in comics and novels or on the other side of the TV screen. superiority when it brings victory in its own knowledge. And fear and regret.

Her loyalty gained through all of that.

At that time, for the first time, I thought I was accepted into this world.

I thought I could live in this world.

I wanted to live up to that loyalty of hers, and I thrust at her grudgingly.

Others may think of themselves as successful. But the Ethereal Horse himself thinks he had far more failures than success.

How many times have you tried to frustrate me? How much I would have liked to throw everything away.

But he managed to get over it, and built up a slight success like an ant's step, and finally came this far.

That, too, is all because of Shemr's support.

Moved by the thought, the Ethereal Horse stood to face Shemr with the night view of the king's capital on his back.

"Shemr."

The Ethereal Horse calls her name. Then he opened his arms wide, showing the night view of the King's capital spreading behind him.

"This is our Eldor."

To this, Shemr keeps a slight eye. Then I spilled a laugh much smaller.

"Right. This is our Eldor…"

Often the two stare at each other silently.

Quiet, and warm time flowed between them.

Plus, I'm gradually embarrassed. Shemr tells me to tear it up.

"By the way, Soma. He's also calling himself 'me'."

The Ethereal Horse, said and noticed, "Ah," he puts his hand on his mouth. I'm still not used to saying "I".

"I can't. When I get really relaxed, I just keep saying" me. "

The shy scratched head, the pale horse shrugs and practices with "me" in her mouth small and over and over again. And Shemr says often.

"How half-hearted before me, you're too distracted, Soma."

As disappointed and discouraged, the Ethereal Horse exaggerates and drops his shoulder to show.

"I'll be careful, my King Sa."

Then they laughed small at each other again.

"Excuse me, my son"

It was Shahata who should have waited away in the aisle where there was an entrance to the terrace, distracting him, who had reluctantly called out to Shemr, who laughed with the Ethereal Horse.

"What's wrong with you?" Shemr asks, Shahata says face to face.

"He said some of his compatriots got drunk and started fighting, and he wants you to calm down under your son's authority"

These are the Zoan warriors who have fought through many fierce battles according to the Ethereal Horse. Well put, they're brave and resolute, and worse said, bloody people. If there's booze in there, there's no reason for it to happen.

"What's wrong with Raging Fangs and Angry Claws?

Shemr, who was watered down in time with his beloved "you under the umbilical," said with a grumpy face. Shahata answers this with a sorry face.

"Raging Fangs, as a general, is a counterpart to another country, and they say that Angry Claws is busy in the middle of drinking comparisons with Lord Doverlin."

Whatever Garam's reason, Shemr glanced at Zoog's statement. And Shahata hastily adds.

"And apparently, he wants to wish for your son to leave with other family members."

Shemr sighed deeply.

Even if one clan chief comes out with another clan, it can be rough. It would be most difficult to arbitrate under the authority of the Son of God the Beast.

"Okay. I'll be right there."

Shemr looks back to the pale horse.

"Soma, you don't have me, so go back to your room without making an unwanted stop. As soon as you look away, you imitate something dangerous."

Yes, he stabbed the nail, and then Shemr walked away from the spot for a small run.

But even as Shemr walks away, his heart is fiercely asserting itself in the chest of the Ethereal Horse to the excitement and exhilaration that still won't cool. Until it settled down, the Ethereal Horse decided to take a look at the night view of the King's Capital for a while longer.

The Ethereal Horse, who had been watching the night scenery for some time, felt a fuzzy sign.

"What's wrong, Shemr?

After all, the Ethereal Horse looked back wondering if Shemr was back again.

But there's no one there.

I thought someone was there, but was that because of your mind?

It is when I think so.

I got chills.

Something's here!

The Ethereal Horse gazed and looked from end to end at the terrace, which could not have been anywhere but himself. But no one.

After all, was it your fault?

It must have been an illusion because I had just gotten over the importance of reign and statehood ritual and was distracted.

So rethinking, the Ethereal Horse laughs at herself.

Then he casually turned his gaze to the night sky following the blue and white light illuminating the terrace on which he stood. Then there sits a blue moon casting a blue and white light onto the earth, in the middle of a starry sky full of heaven.

In that beautiful moon, the Ethereal Horse felt his face stiff.

Yes, it was. Only on nights like this when the moon shines do you feel a gaze at yourself from somewhere.

"... I know you are"

The pale horse says, forcing his tongue to move into his mouth, which became ragged by tension.

"Aura"

The whispering voice of a pale horse echoed shady on the terrace.