Hakai no Miko

Romanian, a great power in the western realm of the continent of Cerdeas.

To Romanian, its king's capital, a loud bell sounded.

It is the sound of the cathedral bell in front of the royal castle. The bell was usually familiar to the people of Wang Du as a bell to announce the hour.

It is said in modern times that the hour shall be one o'clock in the morning, and the number shall be increased every hour (roughly two hours) to strike the six o'clock in the morning at ten o'clock, and the hour shall again be one o'clock at noon to reward the people of the king's capital.

When that cathedral bell started ringing, some people looked up at the sky wonderfully.

A three o'clock bell (approximately four o'clock in the afternoon) announcing the night's visit had just been rang some time ago. I felt it was too early for the four o'clock bell to ring. Still, the majority of people didn't even care if it was that time already.

A fifth bell rang there.

Many of the people of the king's capital look up at the sky with astonishment.

The sun hasn't completely set yet. It is not the time to be struck five o'clock (roughly eight o'clock p.m.) for anything. The people began to groan there in the king's capital.

Another sixth bell rings.

Then, the blurring, almost screaming voice.

As if it were a foretaste of a heavenly mutation, the people of the king's capital will be a grievous face, and they will look up into the sky to pray that they will no longer ring.

But ruthlessly the seventh bell rang.

Impossible number of times for the sound of a bell to convey a normal carving limit. And seven is the number of bells that are struck to pass to the seven-pillar god and to convey the good faith to the gods.

If you celebrate your country, it must have been reported to the people of the King's capital beforehand. There is no such reward, and the seven o'clock bell struck is nothing more than an obituary. Moreover, if that is also the bell of the cathedral of the king's capital, there is only one possible seven-point bell meaning.

That is, it was a bell announcing the fall of King Dordea.

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Daraios, the grand general who keeps everything from the Romanian National Army over the king, was listening in the private room of the mansion where he worshipped the bell to the king's capital.

"Has Your Majesty been attacked..."

Darius used to meditate and mourn his lord's death.

I had already been told by the chief samurai, Bruce, that the recent state of King Dordea was unexpected and that he would be taken away on a day not so far away. To that end, there is no surprise in the death of King Dordea itself.

But still, Darius' chest was full of grief.

Immediately after his reign, King Dordea has left a great stain on the battle ahead, which prompted him to be on the floor of death, and on twice failing a major cause of the state: the Seoul West.

But still, King Dordea had many achievements during his reign, such as strengthening the foundations of the Romanian state and forging superior harmony with neighbouring countries, and he was never an incompetent king.

Even from Darius, he was a worthy master.

That's why the Romanian country will be rough.

Darius felt like a darkness.

Originally, the throne was transferred to Prince Gordia while he was still in power, and Dordea was supposed to support him from the shadows until the new king's regime stabilized as the previous king. That was why King Dordea was possessed by the paranoia of West Side unification, but when it drifted, it continued to grow in position.

As a result, Prince Gordia misled King Dordea into believing that he had no heart to make king of.

That, coupled with Gatzen's reputation for exiting the city in the earlier Battle of Holmea, has now even appeared to those who openly criticize Prince Gordia.

In response to King Dordea's unknown fold, to avoid a useless battle with his neighbors, and to Prince Gordia's appeal that it is important to restore stability and unity in the country first, the militant lords and generals are heavily pneumatized to restore the face of the Romanian nation crushed in the earlier Seoul West and to make King Dordea pay the price for his injuries.

Even they hear that some of them curse evil princes, saying, "Can they give their swords to such a weak prince?"

So Daraios frowned.

Indeed, Prince Gordia is an amateur when it comes to the military, and there is something indecisive about him. But still, Prince Gordia is a prince. What would make the next master curse the wicked?

It's as if someone is stirring up generals and lords from behind.

It was Daraios who felt such a disgust. But I can't afford to be pursuing it now. The discomfort drove Darios to the corner of his temporal brain.

In any case, if King Dordea was taken hostage by the wounds of the battle against the Son of Destruction, it is clear that the militant lords and generals appealing for retribution will gain even more momentum. On the contrary, Prince Gordia, who is only the king's deputy, will be put in a predicament.

We have to deal with this as soon as possible.

Having so decided, Darius took the statue of a wooden carved horse placed in the corner of the room as to what he thought. And with a small temper, squeeze it. Then the statue of the horse broke into two pieces with a sound of bakiri. The part of the carcass of the horse's statue, which was broken into two pieces by peeking through a section with traces of glue, was slipped through and cavity. And it was an elongated crate that was delivered into its cavity.

Darius bowed his head and meditated once he held the crate with one hand. When that's over, Darios opens the door to the room and shouts out loud.

"Anyone?!"

It was the young squire youth with whom Darius was particularly eyed who appeared in the call.

"May I help you, my lord?

"We will now head to the Chancellor's mansion. Give me a confession."

If I tell you so, Darius will also get dressed in the courtesy of the Grand General and prepare to go out. And when I left my favorite axe spear with my young squire and went out into the mansion yard, five knights were already there waiting for my husband, despite a sudden outing.

"Okay. - I'm going out on a fire emergency. Follow me."

Speaking to the knights, Darius pulls his body up on the horse in a breath as he hands on the saddle of his beloved horse. And when I received the reins from the horse, I put a small kick in the side of the horse and let it run.

Flying out of the mansion gate, Darius and the knights rely solely on the moonlight to make their horses run for the Chancellor's mansion in the darkness.

Along the way, Darius felt uncomfortable while manipulating the reins with one right arm to run the horse.

Was the king's capital so quiet?

The King's capital, Romarnia, is one of the best cities in the West Side. Though the lights are a precious time, nevertheless, if it is still the mouth of the night, it is natural to have the appearance of a person. But as we headed to the Chancellor's mansion, we stopped seeing people, and at last, we couldn't even disappear with all the signs of what they looked like.

Even if the people of the king's capital were in mourning in King Dordea's obituary, I feel like it's too quiet.

The sound of Zaa and something innumerable cutting the wind jumped into the ears of Daraios, who remembered such suspicion.

"Nooo!

Darius waved his arm with his temper as he let go of the reins he was holding and grabbed the edge of his own coat.

Immediately after that, countless arrows arrive in Darius.

The Daraios coat was a bespoke coat that doubled a sturdy cloth and planted a number of thinly stretched iron pieces in between. If you wave it, it will be a barrier against which you can dislodge your arrows.

The countless arrows that were supposed to stand on Darius' flesh are struck down by his coat and fall apart to the ground.

But I can't even protect that darios to the horse they were riding on. The horse, with countless arrows protruding, rolled down the ground with the momentum he was running as he fell, making sure to break his front leg while not being big.

Jumping off a horse just before falling with unimaginable lightness from that giant, Daraios only once gets back on the ground and builds momentum before rising on both feet.

A group of black outfits emerged from the shadows here and there, as surrounded that daraios. That number is roughly ten. In his hand was a fierce blade that reflected the light of the moon.

Darius barks at this raider.

"How dare you know me as Darius?!"

It is a loud voice as if to blow your mind at night.

It was meant to intimidate the raiders as well as to inform the inhabitants of the King's capital of this raid.

But there's no sign of residents noticing the noise from the surrounding houses.

It's probably been paid for.

Determined that no external rescue was available, Darius glanced backwards. Then there are no remaining knights accompanying him, and he exposes the wretched wreckage to the streets. The only person who survived was his favorite young squire with an axe spear.

This is on its own, you have to get rid of this predicament.

Prepared to do so, Darius extended his arm to his squire to give him an axe spear, staring at the raiders without alarm.

"I don't know where the hand is, but I look like a fool all the time! If you want to take this life, you can have this thousand times as many!

It was a unique provocation of Daraios, who uttered his own martial arts as equivalent to 10,000 troops.

But the raiders only come to intimidate Darius faraway.

Daraios wrinkled between his eyebrows.

Not only does it look like a raider who just intimidates this one, but his squire, who usually gives him what he asks to strike and sound if he stretches his arm without saying anything, still doesn't come over an axe spear.

It was when Darius began to remember suspicion.

I heard a dull noise.

Along with that, Daraios raised his surprise at the burning pain coming from his right flank.

"Nah! What?!"

If Daraios, with a stunned look on his face, looked right back over his shoulder, it was the young squire he was eyeing who was poking his short knife at him so that he could hit his body on his right flank there.

As the young squire twisted his short knife around the flank of Darius before pulling it out, he quickly retreated back and joined the circle of raiders.

The raiders also welcome young squires into the circle of siege by silently adjusting their spacing from one another, not to mention taking it for granted.

"You! What kind of existence?!"

It's a message from my king.

To the fury of Darius, the young squire returns pale words.

"'I'm so sorry to hear you expect the Great General to lead the Romanian National Army to defeat the Son of Destruction,' he said."

Darius was confused.

Dordea, king of the Romanian kingdom, has just collapsed. I can't believe you were trying to kill yourself with King Dordea's will.

Who the hell is this young squire calling "my king"?

"'The Son of Destruction and the Land of Eldor are monsters that grow momentarily and mightily. Gordia's cowardice is no longer vicious in the present situation, when that breath must be stopped as soon as possible. Again, the patronage of the General. It was also inevitable to resort to such ruthless means. I want you to forgive me'"

Darius can move his head desperately as he hears the icy voice of a young squire who previously thought he was a bright and wide good young man.

This squire was the orphan of a mercenary who died in action to help himself. In order to reward his father for his accomplishments, he has purposefully taken over and raised a young man who was an orphan.

Since when did that replace the assassin?

Purple electricity flashes behind Darius's brain at this time.

No! From the beginning? From the beginning, was this guy the handler of another country? This guy's father was a mercenary. But I'm not Romanian. Where? Where did you say you were from?

Behind Darios' brain comes a scene of a past in which a mercenary who was the father of this young squire spoke the name of his native country.

"Balgibor...?!"

Behind Darios' brain, I think of a man with a reptile smile.

"Were you the spiritual manipulator?!"

From the bottom of Darius' belly comes the young man who has so far been deceiving himself and his anger at his stupidity.

It was Darius trying to get up with it.

But Darius breaks his knee the other way around.

"Hey, what...?

Weird. I can't help my knees.

With this degree of scratch, I have borne it many times before on the battlefield. Sometimes I kept fighting without even a deeper, bigger wound than this.

But somehow I couldn't help myself on my knees.

That's not all. I feel an odd paralysis that is not just due to bleeding. And it wasn't just the knees, it was even beginning to cover the fingers and tongues of the hands.

Turning to Daraios, perplexed by the modulation of his body, the assassin, who was a squire, tells him pale.

"'It is the blade of betrayal that takes the lives of the heroes who boasted of their invincibility in the ancient and present East and West, on the battlefield. And -'"

The assassin sticks out a short knife that stabbed Darius to show off.

"-" It's poisonous, "he said."

Several thin grooves were carved into the body of a short knife wet with the blood of Daraios. It is an idea for the poison painted on the blade not to fall off.

"Whoa! Fucking snake!

The assassins arrived at Daraios, who raised his anger with his tongue, which was no longer turning halfway around. In the night darkness, the blade sounds dull over the meat as it continues to stand.

And when the assassins who were swarming retreated, there was Darius falling to the ground. As he dyed the ground red and black with his own blood tide, Darius' body was no longer moving again.

Thus, following the fall of King Dordea, Darios, the pillar general of the Romanian National Army, also fell to the fierce blade.

But even that was just a prelude to the confusion in the Romanian country, which begins tonight.