Hakai no Miko

On that day, a large number of people had pressed against the temple in the royal palace of the King's capital, Romarnia.

If you look at that blush, first of all, in the front row, as close as it is to the altar, you can see many figures of generals and lords called militants of the Romanian state. They were uniformly murderous and swordworn.

It is also a battle costume that they say goes to the battlefield more than this, even to Prince Partis, whom they take charge of. It was an unlike outfit to mourn the late Father King, who sleeps in peace.

And in the back row seats slightly away from the people of those Romanian countries are the eminent apostles of condolences of the neighboring countries and regions who were visiting to coincide with the great burial of King Dordea. In contrast to the humans of the murderous Romanian nation, they had their eyes shining with curiosity at the same time.

Of course, what they are waiting for is Solon.

The apostle of condolences who arrived before the main burial to transfer the body of King Dordea to the King's tomb, to be executed a week later than this, told him that he had visited him as a condolence in front of the body of King Dordea, and it was his habit to recite his condolences to the late King Dordea.

If we follow that, Solon should be here shortly.

It was a well-known fact among those who go so far into the situation in the West that an old man from the Eldorian country, now named Solon, once made his name known in the Romanian country a wise man and was Aurelius, the only best friend of King Dordea.

Those who knew from the disturbances at the gates of the royal castle that the solon had visited him as a messenger of condolences had gathered men as if they had agreed to try to avenge the hatred of the late king or to see at first sight what kind of response the Romanian nation would take.

In such a temple of tingling and tense tension, the voice of the cleric in the role of communicating the belongings and official names of those who visited in condolence echoes.

"A Messenger of Condolence from the Eldorian Nation -"

The cleric said only a few words, and then said the name of the man.

"- Lord Aurelius, former Marquis of El Basizo!

The air swayed deliberately.

And at best, the gaze concentrates on the entrance to the temple.

Without that intangible pressure, Solon gently stepped into the temple.

It's not the usual thin, dirty clothes you're wearing, it's the pure white courtesy that a condolence messenger deserves. The face, which was constantly stained red with alcohol and had a sloppy grin, is sharp and tight, with a style reminiscent of an ancient sage.

I could hear the ambassadors of other countries whispering and conversing everywhere in the temple in this figure of Solon.

"Did you hear that? He boarded alone to mourn the death of his friend without looking at his danger."

"In fact, isn't it a great deal of courage to hear that many people breathe their necks? Behold, there is nothing frightening about it."

"You're not just an infirm person. The liver is not too thick."

The majority of those conversations were in praise of such solons.

And that is all the more frustrating to the generals and lords known as the militants of the Romanian state. He stared at Solon with the expression of a hungry wolf with raw meat placed in front of him, with a critical toothpick.

Slowly passing between the participants in line left and right, Solon first offers a roll of parchment to the cleric in front of the altar.

"We hurried, and we came by ourselves alone, so now we can't bring our condolences. But let us deliver something of condolence later from King Soma of Eldor. This is the inventory. This is all I have now, but I want to dedicate myself."

The clergy received the catalogue in such a way that it was dedicated. Then to read inside, untie the strings you were putting together and open the inventory.

And then I peeled my eyes off.

But the cleric, who immediately returned to me, coughs up small enough to fix the lethargy and then reads the inventory out loud.

"An object of condolence to His Majesty King Dordea, who passed away from His Majesty King Soma of the Eldorean kingdom. Fifty fine pieces of gold and silver at the hands of skilled artisans from Dwarf. Five barrels of secret distilled liquor. Hundred times the finest cloth in the Eldor country. Twenty large pearls that were rarely raised in the sea of Jeboa."

Many of the items of condolence written in the catalogue, which are read one after the other, have overwhelmed any country so far.

I've heard rumors of a developing Eldorian country, but it's more abundant than I thought I could have this much to offer.

A breath of amazement leaks from among the emissaries of all nations.

But the people of the Romanian country were even more angry at the way in which the late King Dordea used his place of condolence to show the richness of his country to the nations in an outspoken manner.

In particular, it had reached an area of outrage and difficulty in completing the brush tongue of the generals known as militants.

It is no longer a matter of the presence of envoys of leading figures from neighbouring countries and regions. If Aurelius is going to make a mistake every word of his condolences, I will slaughter and throw it away without question, even with disrespect and obfuscation!

Everyone had decided to be ready for that.

Standing in front of the altar with such a murderous gaze on his back, Solon stares jiggly at the death face of King Dordea lying in front of him.

What was the thought of coming to that chest?

For so long as he counts five slowly, he stares silently at the dead face of his friend, and then Solon mouths his condolences when he breathes heavily all the more.

"My memories of you now deceased are all unforgettable. Now, if you stand in front of me and sleep forever, it will rise as clearly in my brain as it did yesterday."

The companions listened to be drawn to a voice that was not considered to be an elderly old man, rich in discouragement as if to sing poetry, and an emotional voice.

"The first time I worshipped that honorable face was when my old self was as small as this dead tree, and I was old enough with my fingers to count that age."

Solon went on to offer his condolences to sing out loud.

What is told in it are memories of Solon and King Dordea.

Young days of a combined fight in the garden of the royal palace. A prank that threw a frog into the room of a girl who would be queen. That I was lumpily pissed off by my predecessor King Navas before the girl who cried so badly. An aptitude that was almost stripped of her body after being clothed in a tavern in an evil place. The scene of a young day when together we became kings and prime ministers and talked about making the Romanian nation one of the best in the West.

They were all memories full of fraternity that could not be cut off by mere relations between kings and subordinates.

The condolences of Solon, who speaks of them in starvation, are such that even the people of the murderous Romanian nation overhear them.

As a result, it was delayed for people to realize it.

"Hey. Could it be..."

"Sure, if you ask me..."

"No way......"

Gradually those who noticed it began to emerge.

And to the voice of those who pointed it out, it propagates with amazement to those around it.

It had been a long time since Solon had already begun to offer his condolences.

That said, Solon remains pointing his face straight at King Dordea's body. Not once has Solon turned a blind eye to anything else.

That is, they continue to speak so long of their condolences in the sky.

That's not just to say you're memorizing long sentences.

It is a situation in which the generals of the Romanian country, who try to be disrespectful if they are mistaken word for word, are waiting by hand. In that situation, there's no way I can come to condolences without looking at anything because I memorized how much.

Not to mention the scenes of the past that Solon talks about, even those he hears for the first time, with the kind of intensity that accompanied him on the spot.

It was precisely what I could only think of as a clear rise in the scene of the past with King Dordea in the back of Solon's brain, as he had said at the beginning of his eulogy.

In everyone's amazement, Solon's condolences greet the good.

That when King Dordea, who had just become king, decided on the Seoul, which only seemed reckless, he tried to do his utmost to keep it in mind. That it was struck by its own powerlessness, which was unacceptable and failed to prevent the result of the great defeat.

And anger at King Dordea trying to confuse the fact of the great defeat and that's the run (shuffle) for it.

But I regret thinking about every thing that comes to mind when I travel.

If you're serious about stopping, why didn't you risk your own life? Didn't you expect the success of Seoul yourself again? Isn't that why you didn't seriously stop King Dordea? And didn't you push all your sins against King Dordea, who suffers most from the consequences of the Great Defeat, and you escaped?

In those days of suffering from such self-questioning, it was always the figure of King Dordea that he had painted behind his brain.

If you notice this confession like penance, everyone in the temple will sneer at you.

Even the generals, who were even determined to have to slash and kill Solon on this occasion, could not help but retreat their hands from the pattern of their swords and hold on to their hot eyeballs without realizing it.

Against Solon: "Aurelius, my father's vengeance! How can my anger subside without slashing this!" He exhaled pneumonia and Prince Partis, who was boarding the temple, was no exception. Partis was crying in the first place.

"Now that all has been accomplished with the past, now that you sleep in peace, if you see your face, you will come into my chest only with deep sorrow"

And finally, Solon's long eulogy comes to an end.

"Now, let's say goodbye. But I'll be there again soon. Please wait, my friend."

So Solon closed his eulogy, looking back.

And it was not only the generals of the Romanian kingdom that were present, but also the messengers of the nations.

The eyes of Solon overflowed with tears. Without even wiping the tears that wet him to the point of his long beard, Solon walks between the attendees with perseverance. That appearance is just an attitude of not being ashamed to cry at the death of a friend.

The generals of the Romanian country, who were breathing, wondered whether this would be without slashing Solon, could not help but show their respect for Solon as he tried to leave the temple through the participants and put his hands on his chest and disrespect him.

That was how Solon came out of the temple, which was a dead place, safely, but he is called "Aurelius" on his back. Looking back, it was Gordia who followed herself out of the temple.

"Aurelius, let's escort you to the gates of the royal palace"

Gordia handed Solon a handkerchief before standing up and walking out. Gordia says toward Solon, who walks behind him wiping his wet cheeks and beard with a hand towel.

"It was a good, condolence. My late father will be happy in the Underworld."

Solon laughed and showed Kerakera in Gordia's praise.

"What? I just distracted these people trying to hurt themselves. It was quite a performance, wasn't it?

Besides, Gordia gave her one laugh.

"If you were acting, you would have taught me to go through with it until the end, right?

Gordia makes people laugh badly over her shoulders.

"Besides, my father wouldn't call me a favorite if I lost someone who could clean everything up like that."

Solon made a face to this.

Gordia laughed from the bottom of her belly that she had been able to exchange her beloved master.

So, after a glimpse of laughter, Goldia inadvertently makes a serious face.

"I'd like to entertain you at home if you're supposed to, but if you're too generous, let's invite unwanted backlash. - Remember Lauzen?

Lauzen is one of the civil servants who was still close to Solon when he was serving the Romanian state as Aurelius. He was a gentle personality and one of the few friends who had also been close to the twister and Solon, who had been shunned from people since that time.

"I have now resigned from my position because of my old age, but I have been granted many years of loyalty and have given the Mansion to the Wang Capital to live alone. I'm talking to him. It will be a pattern of mutual old knowledge. You should take care of him."

To Gordia's consideration, Solon bowed his head and expressed his gratitude.

From such a solon, Gordia turns away and says:

"I'll keep an eye out for you too, but still not necessarily for those who are miserable (from Ya). In the unlikely event, you may escape into our mansion in the royal palace. I command the royal gatekeepers to let you through when you arrive."

Solon stares at Gordia's side for a while. Then, accidentally, I laugh nicely.

"From what to what, Your Highness, I am sore at your consideration."

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"Ooh, ooh. I just thought I was dying of wild drowning over here, but most of all because of my breath disaster."

It was the old man with a full grin on Mandarin's face - Lauzen - who welcomed the solon who visited the mansion.

Lauzen brings Solon to the Mansion with a full smile such as Likata (like this).

"The life of a lonely man preceded his wife. I can't even entertain you, but don't hesitate to stay."

It's a fine mansion from the common man, but the number of servants showing their faces is less than one finger. As I said lonely, it was a qualitative way of life as a noble mansion.

From a solon who hates Huami, it's more of a preferred place. But the one thing I can't honestly say about that is Solon.

"It's not something I've really missed in a while."

Poor eyes are on Lauzen's head, which has become much lonely.

"This half is because of the hard work I've suffered because of some bad friend," laughed Lausen as he slapped his head on this.

The two laugh at each other often, and then Solon bows his head.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, but I'll take care of you"

"Of what? of what? At this age, many of those who called themselves friends will be gone, as will the hair of their heads, and they will be missed. I didn't know I could be reunited with a friend I thought was dead, so much joy that I grew hair I didn't think I could grow. I don't need any reluctance. If it's what you want, just say it."

Says Solon after leaking a laugh at the words of return he made fun of on his teased head earlier.

"Then I want the room to be at the back of the second floor of the mansion. And there's one more thing I want, so why don't you arrange it?"

With his eyes shining with curiosity as to what to say, Solon stood up one finger to show as Lausen asked what it was.

"I'd like a bunch of sturdy ropes."

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By the time Solon, who had taken both Lausen and Lausen for dinner, which also included a small feast to celebrate his welcome and reunion, the sun had set on the western horizon and it was time for the night to quietly visit the King's capital Romanian.

With that night and darkness came several suspicious figures around Lauzen's mansion.

It's all young men. The youngest is a mid teenager, a little over twenty even the oldest.

They were youth officers belonging to the Romanian National Army.

Until the end of King Dordea's great burial, Romarnia, the king's capital, has been touted to submit to mourning. You should also have to refrain from going out at night. Yet they have gathered one after the other in front of Lauzen's mansion, wearing armor and keeping the noisy outfit of hanging a sword on their hips, as if to cover their eyes.

Where that number is about seven, the oldest young man opens his mouth.

"Okay. The neck of the despicable traitor Aurelius is to be sacrificed before His late Majesty!

My people said, small, "Whoa!," he chanted.