Hakai no Miko

Which country has the most momentum in this western region right now?

If you are a man in the West Side who has been thrown that question, you will return various reactions.

Some with favor, some with curiosity, and some with anger, but it is the name of the same kingdom that speaks.

Namely, the name of the emerging country Eldor...

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It was only three years ago that the country of Eldor was interested.

Once, it was Holmea, the great power, that was there. It was a boy of one human species, he said, who destroyed Holmea, a great power also known as the male of its western region. The boy, who led the Zoans of the Sorbiant Plains, which had been driven to the brink of annihilation by the Holmeer State, instantly drops the plain fortress and takes the local city of Bornis.

And he also withdrew Darius, the Holmeer's best general, who was known for his name throughout the West End, where he was crusaded.

Who the hell is the boy of the human race who leads Zoan?

People across the West Side are stunned by the answers to naturally raised questions.

The great god that was kept secret - the son of Aura, goddess of death and destruction.

Soma Kisaki, son of destruction.

That was who the boy was.

Then Soma Kisaki, the son of destruction, unleashed that forbidden knowledge to instantly develop the city of Bornis, which was nothing more than a peripheral city, into a larger city comparable to a small country, and further surprised the people of the West.

But it was not a Holmeer country to sit on it.

He formed a new Crusader and tried to destroy the Son of Destruction.

And the Son of Destruction intercepted the armies of the Holmeer with his wicked magic, and with the hosts of the fierce subhumans.

There is also the intrusion of the Romanian state, which will be the first in thirty years, where the whole of the Holmeer state turned into a hell where swords and spears intersect, blood splashes and the screams of the disconnected demons fly, and every moment a man's life disappears.

And it was once again the Son of Destruction who controlled that hell.

The Son of Destruction, who stopped the roots of Holmeer, the great power that lasted for hundreds of years, and who also retreated to the armies of the great Romanian power, proclaims the founding of the new State of Eldor.

For the first time in hundreds of years in this western region, the ears and eyes of people throughout the western region concentrated on the new state of Eldor.

Initially, there was no persecution of human species by non-human races that were discriminated against from the expected subhuman race, and the Eldorian nation preached multi-ethnic harmony and coexisted and prospered.

Many were puzzled by such rapid changes, both inside and outside the country.

But while it created much confusion, it developed the Eldor country steadily and dramatically.

And already three years more than the founding of the country.

No longer, everyone had to admit it.

That Soma Kisaki, the son of destruction, said to be the son of Aura, the goddess of death and destruction, and his Eldorian country will be at the heart of the upcoming disturbances in the West Side -

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Formerly the King's Capital of the Holmeer Nation, Holmenia has now become the King's Capital of the Emerging Country of Erdoah. A young man's voice echoed during this sight of the royal castle in Holmenia.

"You're pretty sure Romanian King Dordea died, aren't you?

The voice was uttered by Soma Kisaki, son of Destruction, now a talking vortex figure throughout the western realm - Kizaki Aoima, who was only a high school student, summoned from modern Japan to this otherworldly continent of Cerdeas.

Nine years earlier had passed since the Ethereal Horse was summoned to this world. Now the Ethereal Horse is also a fine adult of twenty-four years of age.

But he still had the boy's face in color on his face. It is not unlike a king who is afraid to be the absolute power of this era, a standpoint that makes him feel somewhere unreliable. But there is no such thing as an insult to a pale horse.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty."

The bird general Pipi Tot Gigi, who leads the harpurans of the Eldorian country, answered with a spread of Cobalt Blue's beautiful wings to the ground and a tribute to the Ethereal Horse.

Pipi answers as he rocks a blade that also resembles the hair of a single room protruding from his head.

"Roughly three evenings ago, King Dordea said he took his breath away unconscious. The day after that, in the name of Prince Gordia, the fall of King Dordea was officially announced and touched to submit to mourning throughout the country."

The Ethereal Horse has tremendous trust in the speed and certainty of the information brought about by the winged species Harpuran who shone through this sky. He admitted, as a matter of fact, that Romanian King Dordea had died.

"I wonder if this is going to be a bit of a problem..."

The Ethereal Horse deposited his body on the back of the throne, and when he so divulged, there was a man to hear it.

"Hey, Soma. What's the trouble?

That is Shemr, who had refrained behind the diagonal of the Ethereal Horse.

But this is an act of disrespect. Even if the Ethereal Horse is the king of a nation. It is something that should not have happened, such as speaking to the pale horse without saying no. Even a pale horse so warm as to be said to be weak does not have to be a problem itself, but the surrounding subordinates should raise their voices of criticism and rebel.

But whoever stays on the spot does not blame her as one.

For it is her privilege to be king.

"In the Romanian state, it seems that opinions have been raised from those who should also be called militants in order to return to the country."

In the first place, King Dordea was unconscious for three years because of injuries caused by the battle in the king's capital, Holmenia, in earlier Holmea battles.

For this reason, there was a loud voice from those who were called militants of the Romanian nation to avenge King Dordea.

It is not hard to imagine that the voice will naturally be even louder because he came there and King Dordea died.

Shake his head small enough to shake off such melancholy thoughts, and then the Ethereal Horse turns his consciousness to what needs to be done.

"Either way, King Dordea is dead. As this country, we have to take some action."

So the pale horse made a troubled face.

"In this case, what should I do?

This is the virtue of the Ethereal Horse.

A pale horse, still oblivious to common sense in this world, often does not know. But I don't try to hide things I don't know as shame, and I tell you I honestly don't know. It seems easy and this is surprisingly difficult. It's not uncommon to put a vanity out of bad self-esteem and make big mistakes as a result.

Immediately seeking permission to speak "fearlessly," was a beauty of an elf so beautiful that she was frightened. Eladia Oldwood, the woman chief of this Eldore Royal Palace, was that person.

"I think we should send an emissary of condolences as a nation."

The Ethereal Horse is a little troubled by the suggestion.

"Even though you still haven't treated me properly as a country, will you accept a messenger of condolences at this time when King Dordea died because of the battle against us?

Three years have passed since the State of Eldor was founded, but the Romanian State has yet to officially recognise the State of Eldor.

Those rogues who, with the mercy of King Dordea, not only unknowingly turned their blades, but also unjustly occupied the Holmeer country, which was a friend of the Romanian state, by force.

That was the official view of the Erdoğa State in the Romanian State.

While Eladia acknowledges the concern of the Ethereal Horse with one nod, she adds:

"This is when I think about it."

However hostile it may be, the Romanian nation is not spared the sleigh of a narrow quantity (today) if it drives back a messenger who conveys his condolences to the late king. Even if the intestines were boiling back in his belly, he would have to accept a messenger of condolences.

And if it were to be the king's funeral, it would also be a diplomatic venue where emissaries of condolences from leading figures from other countries and regions would meet together. So if the Romanian state can be shown to have accepted the embassy of the condolences of the Eldorian state, it can make the presence of the emerging country Eldor certain. Eladia advanced that a messenger of condolences should also be sent for that purpose.

To this the Ethereal Horse nodded loudly, indicating that it had accepted this recommendation.

"In that case, the problem is the choice of the apostle of condolence..."

Who the hell should we send?

The Ethereal Horse looked around at his trusted subordinate, who stood side by side during the sight.

The first thing that strikes my attention is the black-haired Zoan - Faggle Gargus Gallum - with a glimmer of sword wounds running between my eyebrows through my nostrils and across my right cheek.

If he is now the Great General of the Eldorian Country, he is impeccable in his format as a messenger of condolences.

But the Ethereal Horse immediately denied the idea.

is a messenger of condolences to a country that is hostile to this one. If you do poorly, they could take your life.

No, and the Ethereal Horse rethinks.

If you are in the position of militants in the Romanian country, you should insult and provoke Garam, let him get his hands on it first, and use it as a pretext to open the war.

Explain that to Gallum beforehand, and he will endure any disgrace. But you can't let those eyes run into a gallam.

When that happens, the next thing I look at is Zoan, a giant man with a sea eye on redhead - Kraga Bigana Zug.

If it looks crude and surprisingly tenacious, the provocation of militants in the Romanian country may also be cut through.

That's what I thought, remembering how fast he quarreled when the booze came in, and I immediately dismissed the idea.

When that happens, who else is there?

The Ethereal Horse looks further at his subordinate facial rash.

To the gaze of the Ethereal Horse. The Admiral Marcronis smiled back bitterly, and was laughed at with his nose just saying that there was no way that the Admiral Dvarin could do it himself. Others courteously take my gaze off, or I just get a bitter laugh back that I just can't.

Just one person said, "I'll take care of it!" It is Dragon General Jaharngil, who leads Dinosaurian, who throws back a hot gaze.

But now the Ethereal Horse was allowed to take his gaze off more politely.

Okay, what's going on?

The Ethereal Horse worried with a wrinkle between his brows.

The shortcoming of the Eldor State is the shortage of human resources other than warlords.

As is often the case in young and vibrant emerging countries that have just come to mind, even warlords who excel in martial arts lack the diplomatic talent required for an old (barely) rush.

The only exception was the woman chief Eladia.

She would have no problem with her abilities. But it is still a time when women are underestimated. Not to mention sending Eladia, who was a slave though a fancy whore princess, as an official, could instead have been taken as an insult.

Is this some kind of octagonal jam?

While I understand that sending a messenger of condolences to the Romanian state is the best thing to do, I don't have the people to put it into action.

The Ethereal Horse has run out of trouble.

Then Eladia speaks up there.

"Rest assured, Master Soma"

When the Ethereal Horse asks with her eyes what it means, Eladia moves her ears slightly and looks at the door between her eyes.

"We have called enough to entrust the messenger of condolences, but we seem to have just arrived"

While Eladia's words continue, the door between the glances slowly opens.

And it was an old man with a long, white beard like a immortal - Solon - who came in from an open door, snapping the floor regularly with a cane stone poke.

"Huh! What is it? Goose neck. Are we talking about this?

At this time, the solon had a normal floating atmosphere, and he had a grumpy, rounded swordswallowing face. Eladia says plainly before those bewildered by how they are not alone.

"Solon If you are old, it also goes to the situation in the Romanian country, and many of you are also known. The tongue is perfect as a messenger of condolences when dealing with hundreds of people."

So Eladia turns to Solon.

"And let's hope it's strong, too."

To Eladia's words, Solon throws up and throws up.

"You sexually vicious bastard. I thought I saw people's minds, and I said things were off..."

When Solon got evil, Eladia returned a nickel and a pure maiden grin who knew nothing.

"Oh. If you can get Old Solon's cheer with sweet honey, how much will you do?

Besides, Solon stretches his tongue out and makes it look gay.

"I'm not kidding. Instead of heartburn, you'll suffer from toothache later."

The Ethereal Horse thought as he watched Eladia and Solon hang out like that.

As Eladia puts it, no one is better suited than Solon as a messenger of condolences for the Romanian state. The format is sufficient, of course, for its ability. Besides, even if the twisted solon rounded out his grump, he must have responded to the recall because he was going to take on the major role of a messenger of condolences.

But I think Ethereal Horse.

For the Romanian state, Solon is a despicable traitor. He is the one who created the motivation to provoke and injure King Dordea, especially in the battle in the king's capital, Holmenia.

I didn't think Solon would make it home alive if he showed his face at King Dordea's funeral.

"I knew I should either do it to someone else or stop sending messengers of condolence -"

As he cut off the words of the Ethereal Horse, Solon's wand thrust the floor high at once.

And Solon, who gathered the gaze of all who were in the midst of the sight, beckoned.

"I will be the messenger of condolences. Make the right decision about the condolences. I'll arrange transportation."

That said, Solon returned his twitching heel.

The Ethereal Horse rushes to stop Solon trying to get out of the sight.

"Are you okay, Mr. Solon?

To the call of the Ethereal Horse, Solon stops his leg.

And when I looked back over my shoulder, I giggled and showed him.

"Hey. I'm just going to see the old familiar dead face. It's no big deal."

When I said that, Solon laughed with a caracalla.