Hakai no Miko

Eldor, founded by Ethereal Horse, began to move slowly -.

A small rural area in a corner of the country that has now changed its name to Eldor.

The square at its center was full of villagers. They were told by the new king that they had an announcement about their future rule, the villagers who had gathered from the countryside around here.

And it is the soldiers of the Eldorian nation who line up neatly before those villagers.

Representing the soldiers, it was the man with the red chamber (lid) showing the squadron leader on his helmet who went up to the stage only to lay down the proper crate. The crudely-faced squadron leader, who seemed to have been made up of one arm, coughed up one before raising his voice.

"I'm Doug, sent to oversee the villages around here. Well, nice to meet you!

When Doug looked around at the gathered villagers, everyone turned away to avoid that gaze.

That's it, or from what I've seen, I hardly see a woman. Only a few visible women are also old women or those close to that age. Moreover, most of those women had their faces dirty black with mud, coal, etc.

Probably out of fear of the soldiers' ramblings.

Well, that's no choice either.

Doug thought so.

I used to be hostile to the Holmeer country, and the reputation of the Son of Destruction is not very good. Regardless of the major cities, such as the Wang capital, which can be directly touched by its governance, even when it is a region, the bad reviews of the tails and even the backs and breasts are still told like the truth.

If you think that Son of Destruction is going to be our own ruler, it would be impossible to tell you not to be anxious. Also, it goes without saying who they think they are.

To dispel those misunderstandings, I think Doug is as personable as possible on his own - in fact, he showed a caught clumsy grin.

"Don't be so hard on me. I'm a former Holmeer too. I'm not going to do this to you, and I'm going to make sure it doesn't turn out bad."

There are no lies in that Doug's words.

Doug is a former soldier of the Holmeer nation who lost a battle near the city of Bornis and was taken prisoner of the Son of Destruction. After he was taken prisoner, he was put into labor for the development of the Sorbiant plain, but he volunteered himself to become a soldier of the Son of Destruction. Since then, Doug, who has set up some manners in the fight against the Holmeer State, has thus come to be entrusted with a squadron.

And I was expected to have such a background and came directly from the Son of Destruction himself to the saying, "I want to ask of you to remove the anxiety of the people and enrich the country," and this is how I intend to do it, but I can't think of the reactions of the villagers at heart.

I'm confident in my arms, but Doug, aware of his poor mouth, got really troubled.

At that time, Doug notices a man waving his hands wide and raising his voice behind the gathered villagers.

"Hey! Doug, Doug!

Yes, Doug looked familiar in the man's face calling his name.

"You're Hans!

It was a facial acquaintance who was in the same place when he was being made to engage in the pioneering of the Sorbiant plains. I scratched the villagers and told my men who tried to block Hans from rushing over to me, "That's someone I know. Let him through," Doug says.

Passing between the soldiers, Hans was delighted to see Doug again with his shoulders to each other.

"I knew I had returned home from labor, but was this the home of it!

To Doug's surprise at the unexpected reunion, Hans narrows his eyes to nostalgia.

"That's right, Doug! Hey, that's familiar. But it's a lot more splendid."

That being said, Hans looked at Doug from the tip of his head to his toenail. And Doug corrects his collar and shows it off.

"Yes. Since then, volunteer to be a soldier of Master Soma and raise your hand. This is how a squadron leader leads soldiers from a hundred men."

"That's a surprise!

With that said, they hugged each other on their shoulders again and reunited delighted.

The young man, who is the lieutenant commander of the squadron there, speaks reluctantly.

"Commander Doug Squadron. It's fine to reunite..."

"Whoa, I'm sorry. I have to prioritize my duties first."

Doug, remembering his position, made a serious face. But soon he throws a friendly grin at Hans.

"But it helps that Hans was there. Master Soma is going to spread the word here about what he was doing on the plains. I have to be honest with you."

Plus Hans scratches his head in the light.

"That'll help. Actually, I tried to do the same thing over here, but it didn't work..."

Hans also tried to practice what he remembered in his hometown village while engaging in the development of the Sorbiant Plains. But there was no one in the countryside who would listen to Hans, who was only a three boy poor farmer driven out by soldiers. On the contrary, it is the beginning and end of getting caution from the village chief and the elderly that "we don't have to do anything extra because we haven't had a problem before".

It was just as lucky for Hans that Doug, who knew his face, came to such a halfway point.

"Come on, Doug - no, Master Doug Squadron! What are we supposed to do?

Doug waves small with a seemingly illuminating face to Hans, who so impetuously asks.

"Master Squadron, please don't. My back is itchy. Besides, Master Soma insists that the best job is to get along with the people. First of all, a feast of rapport. - Hey, get ready."

It was the deputy chief who was turned to the last word. When the deputy chief commands his men's soldiers just to know, the soldiers unload alcohol, dried meat and other food and beverages from the luggage they have carried and begin to prepare the feast.

"I prepared it over here for once so as not to bother the village. But I couldn't bring anything that wasn't well preserved, so when you get it out of the village, there is."

Hans nods to Doug's words and shows them.

"Okay. I'll ask the village chiefs. - But you haven't changed."

And I said, "What?" To Doug, who asks, Hans replies with a laugh.

"Dear Soma. When there was a problem in Pioneering Village or something, he immediately said, 'It's a feast to get along,' didn't he?"

Saying that choosing alcohol was the best way to deepen rapprochement was the custom in his hometown, and that he had come all the way to Pioneering Village with Zoan and Dwarf because you couldn't drink at all on your own, Hans narrowed his eyes when he thought of the boy who had now become his own king.

Doug laughs when he thinks of the same sight.

"Oh. That guy, he hasn't changed at all. - Well, let's drink a lot of stories around here."

Doug and Hans laughed at each other again as they watched over the youths of the under-secretaries, who would look dazed, and the confused villagers.

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Something that doesn't work.

The ecclesiastical priest Micheiros sighed so with the golden hammer in his hand.

In front of Micheiros is the window of the church. Although freedom of worship was guaranteed and there was no repression, persecution, etc., the ecclesiastical religion is still not considered very pleasant in the capital of the State of Eldor, which guarantees equal rights to all races.

In a situation where the feet of the distant faithful did not return and the gathering of gladiators was unexpected, even the cost of repairing the windstorm-damaged church slab windows was unavoidable. For this reason, Micheiros had to repair the panels and windows with his own hands.

Initially, Micheiros was getting high just to hit the board with a nail.

But this isn't going to work.

They just slap the nail, but they immediately bend over to the one without the nail. If you try to fix that, now you're going to make a big bend to the other way around.

Still, if you manage to finish the nail and see what you can do, then everything looks bad. Somehow the punched plate, although the hole was blocked, tilted diagonally, and the figure of the nail that was punched while bent over the letter there was oblivious. On top of that, if you look behind the board window, it is the beginning and end of several nail tips popping up like a sword mountain.

When Micheiros was halfway through what was going on, he was inadvertently called out from behind.

"Totally. Don't look at me."

If you think of someone and look back, it was the old Dwarf guy you see occasionally in the neighborhood.

From the ecclesiastical doctrine, which sees subhumanity as an inferior race, from the hand of Micheiros, who accidentally puts up his face, its dwarf snatches away the slab window without question. Then Dwarf took the nail pull that had been placed nearby and used it to pull the nail out easily.

It is a painstakingly punched nail because of how badly it looks. Micheiros tried to open his mouth to yell as he was pulled out of the way and the board was removed.

But slightly sooner than that, the dwarf sticks out his potato-like fingered hand to Micheiros.

"Here, lend me that plate and saw."

Micheiros, who was controlled at the tip of the plane, accidentally gave Dwarf a plate and saw, as he said.

The dwarf then matches the length of the slab windows with the sheets of the completely split slab. Then I thought I'd put a saw on the slab, and I quickly cut the slab. Dwarf, who neatly aligns the sheet material thus made with what was an ex-board window and then hits Yokogi, next takes the gold hammer and nail. Then, first, he gently hammered the head of the nail he put up on Yokogi, causing the tip of the nail to plunge in. Then, if you slap him gutsy, the nail would have been punched straight in.

As Micheiros watched, the slab windows were nicely repaired during that time. Except that the plates that have just been replaced differ in colour from the others, it can only be seen as originally made that way.

Dwarf, with his repaired slab window attached to the window, seemed satisfied with his job, "Well, it would be like this".

To such a dwarf, Micheiros loses a lot of time and then bows his head.

"Thank you. Thanks for your help."

Dwarf surprises Micheiros with exaggeration, though he seems unhappy.

"Damn, I'm surprised. I never thought I'd get a thank you from a fine ecclesiastical priest."

It's a disgusting thing to say, but undeniable. Mikeiros answers as he stands on the tannic side.

"Though it is subhumanity, if you show gratitude for the good you have done, it will be less than its subhumanity."

At least with all the harassment, Mikeiros is more polite than ever.

"It's a shame you're a dwarf, but you must be a good man. Thank you."

Besides, Dwarf let her shake her mustache and laughed gahaha.

"The sacrament of sacrament runs with an acid bug. But I will only admit to your guts that you will continue to preach every day, whether you are cursed or thrown in anger."

Then Dwarf says imitating the tone of Micheiros.

"I'm sorry you're a cleric of the Holy See, but you've got a good gut, you are."

Micheiros, who never thought he would be praised by Dwarf, a subhuman, deepens the tannic aspect even further.

"Well, thank you. But this is holy ecclesiastical land. Submankind wants you to leave early."

Then Dwarf throws up and throws up.

"Damn, I'm sorry. If this is the extent of the money, bring it to the pennies. Then this subordinate will fix it."

Micheiros and Dwarf stared at each other in the face for a while before turning to each other with their noses humming at the same time as we showed each other.

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And three years more months passed than the founding of Eldor.

In the meantime, there were a number of disturbances. Farmers showing resistance to rapid agricultural reforms. Former lords and nobles who adhere to existing powers and become obsessed with the new politics of the Ethereal Horse. The prejudice against heterogeneity of the human species planted by ecclesiasticism is still deeply ingrained. As much as that, mistrust from a heterogeneous to a human race was also not something that disappeared so easily.

But the Ethereal Horses, who had already faced similar problems in the city of Bornis, experienced any of those problems. The Ethereal Horses were never in a hurry, but courageously preached them and proceeded with the reform while taking their opinions into account.

And that was only a few, but then we certainly developed the Erdoğa country.