Hakai no Miko

"Your Highness. Really, is the Son of Destruction coming?

That's what Demetria asked Piata, who goes on horseback before herself.

It is among the Romanian National Army, which began marching south at the spearhead of the army. From the saddletop of his beloved horse, Piata looks back to Demetria as he watches the landscape with curiosity and radiance as if she were a child.

"What the hell, Demetria? Can't you believe what I'm saying?

Its slightly wavy golden hair spread wide on the applause that swung back to Demetria. In contrast to Piata, who says she's in the army but doesn't even wear a helmet, Demetria, who tied up that silver hair properly and pushed it into her helmet, mumbles with a reluctant face, "I don't," he said.

Piata laughs at Demetria like that as a tease.

"Trust me, Demetria. If we continue south, the Son of Destruction will surely appear before us."

Piata assures me that Demetria, a commonsense man, was still not easy to believe.

Assuming the Son of Destruction is the King of a nation. Whatever this is also a battle to be called a crisis of national survival, it is still a stage of engagement in which the two countries have not even bumped into each other. I didn't think the king would show up on the front line like Piata said.

Now that we, the Romanian National Army, have turned the army's spearhead to the south, which is of low strategic value, without going straight to the king's capital, the best thing Demetria thinks the Son of Destruction should take is to cut off the south. While the Romanian National Army is roughing up the south, wait for reinforcements in the city of Gatzen, where there is a strong guard, to prepare for the showdown. And the victory would also be strong if the Romanian National Army intercepted exhausted by a long military operation with a full attitude.

Piata laughs at Demetria's opinion.

"I can't do that. For God's sake, the child of destruction is sweet."

Piata smiles coldly on its lips.

"You will be listening. The Son of Destruction says he is harshly admonishing his army to assault and plunder the people who are not soldiers. That's good enough to be nervous anymore. How sweet of you to even care for the people of a hostile country."

That was Demetria hearing, too.

In the armies of the Eldor country, they say that if you take even one piece of copper from the people, you will be severely punished. Dwarves and others who were violent towards the people were beheaded and exposed to their necks when they actually attacked the city of L'Oma. For this reason, soldiers in the Eldor country say that even if the copper coin is falling on the road, instead of picking it up, they go out of their way to avoid it and never try to get near it for fear of misunderstandings. To that extent, the Erdoğan people said, "If you want to get rid of the soldiers, you can put the copper coins on the road."

In this age, however, looting and assault are excerpts to soldiers who served.

I don't like Piata or Demetria, but it's not uncommon to admit the freedom of looting and assault to the public (snacks) as a way to boost the will while suppressing rewards for soldiers.

The harsh response to the looting and assault of the Ethereal Horse was just as unusual as it could be said.

"But, hey. Things are necessarily back-to-back. Kindness to others is nothing more than an expression of a desire to be gentle from others if you return the back. And that's the same for the Son of Destruction. For those who harshly admonish plunder and assault against the people of other nations, there is nothing more terrifying than plunder and assault upon their own people."

So Piata ironically hoists one end of her lips.

"Fortunately, the evil deeds of our country are well known in the future."

In the earlier Seoul, it is still new to memory that the floating King Dordea loosened his reins but the Romanian National Army worked beyond degrees of brutality. If we take it to the people of the former Holmeer country, which suffered from it, we will be able to remember it as we did yesterday.

"The southern part of the country of Eldor is an unprepared land for more than 10,000 troops, even though it is a city. 20,000 Romanian National Army invades that place. For the Son of Destruction, that would be just a nightmare!

Even the cities and villages from the east to the centre were plundered, offended and destroyed by the Romanian National Army without merit of resistance. If it were to be reproduced in the south, the damage would be untold.

"You'll try to protect the people from us somehow. You'll think of getting rid of us at all costs. And you must be desperate to stare at the maps around here by now!

Piata called her squire to bring her a roll of maps and cleverly spread it on the horse.

If there had been a pale horse on this occasion, he would have opened his eyes wide and raised a voice of doubt and surprise, "Why?!".

Because the map was a more detailed description of the terrain around here than the Ethereal Horse possessed.

The map is the property of a lord who once occupied land around here. Its lord, as a lord's preoccupation near the border, had once been more connected with the Romanian state, and had carried it to the Romanian National Army in the west of the previous requisition. For this reason, after the war, the territory had to be abandoned and exiled to the Romanian State, which was offered to the Romanian State in order to take it out and facilitate its treatment.

Piata points to a point on the map where the Romanian National Army is on its way.

"And if he does, he'll notice here. Not necessarily, here!

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"Not good. Keep it up and the Romanian National Army will devour the south!

Said the Ethereal Horse, biting his teeth tightly, also in a blatant agitation.

What comes to mind is the brutality of the Romanian National Army at the Battle of Holmea about four years ago. The Romanian National Army, which picked up General Darius, also known as the resentful enemy, and named him to the rank of Warius, the king, gained momentum and did everything in its power from the east to the king's capital. To rebuild the war disaster, the Ethereal Horse, who looked around at such land, remembered strong anger and disgust.

The same thing will now be done in the country of Eldor, which has become our own country.

To that imagination, the Ethereal Horse learned a strong fear and impatience.

We have to stop them at all costs! We must stop the Romanian National Army at all costs in order not to repeat that tragedy and tragedy!

Along with such a firm determination, the Ethereal Horse contemplates helping to stop the invasion of the Romanian National Army.

Want to rush the army and raid the rear of the Romanian National Army heading south?

That idea comes to mind, but I immediately denied it myself.

I am not stupid with the Romanian National Army. Be sure to keep an eye on the rear of your own army. Even if we try to storm from the rear, it could instead be the result of bumping into each other from the front with twice as many large armies waiting in a full state.

Then think about attacking the thin Masarca Gate Fort first and blocking the rear. Even though the Romanian National Army cannot afford to march every day if they refuse to return home.

But he also immediately denied it.

Originally built in anticipation of an invasion from the Romanian side, the Masarca Gateway Fort has a thin western defense. But still, if the soldiers could also stand and cage, they wouldn't be able to drop it right away. If we do that, we risk being sandwiched by the Romanian National Army and the fort, which we have now taken back. But if you go to a place where even numbers are inferior, and even if you are to be pinched, you will not win. On the contrary, this one could even be wiped out. Maybe that was the aim of the Romanian state.

Is there a bridge that can be burned down, a narrow path that can break down a cliff and be prevented from marching somewhere in the expected path of invasion?

No. No matter how many eyes I made like plates and looked at the map, I couldn't find anything that looked like it. Maybe there is, but I don't want that much detailed information with the accuracy of this map of the world.

What to do? What to do?! What to do?!

Desperately staring at the map but never coming up with a good idea, agitated by the agony of being broiled by a zillion and fire.

Already in the tent, even the atmosphere begins to give up the damage in the south.

"This identifies trends in the Romanian National Army in the city of Gatzen, while waiting for reinforcements?

Everyone wondered if that was the only way to go anymore, although I could not readily agree with the opinion someone had spoken of.

Still, the Ethereal Horse eats down to the map.

Don't you have any hands? Is there any way to stop the Romanian National Army?

The Ethereal Horse fingers the expected path of the Romanian National Army from the Masarca Gate Fort on the map in order to see the path of the Romanian National Army again.

A pale horse's finger, which was descending south from the Masarca Gate and through the path through the mountains, stopped inadvertently.

"... What is this place?

On the map, the mountain path down to the south entered a somewhat open terrain, where it was about to branch into two. Then, across a small painted mountain, on the east side there is a fortification-like painting.

The Ethereal Horse made a noise and raised his face.

"Hey! What's going on here?! No more detailed maps around here?!"

Eladia immediately prepared a map.

The Ethereal Horse, with the impetus to pull the map, stares at it.

After a while, the pale horse looked up, as those who were there watched.

"Bring anyone familiar with the terrain around here!

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"Coming out. Surely he will come out."

As with Demetria, Piata's deputy, King Cesar assured Delilah that he was sceptical about whether the Ethereal Horse would really show up on the battlefield.

"He cannot abandon the people of the South. No, I'm not allowed to abandon you."

In front of Delilah, who puts into question what it means, King Cesar tells him to open his arms wide.

"He made all men equal and abolished all identities. For this reason, in the Land of Eldore, those who were once knights, peasants and craftsmen have equal rights. It's not exactly by some royal nobility, as he says, it's nothing more than the first step in the country by all the people"

King Cesar, who spoke as if he were to sing up the feat of a hero, turns his face into something of contempt.

"But many of the people are foolish. It is not the famine in a year's time that worries the people, but the number of bread they eat today. What I want is not the gold coins I'll get in ten years, but the copper coins I'll have in my hands today. It is not on the other side of the horizon that I turn to, but only in my own footsteps. For a people like that, the world is only a very narrow space around itself, in time and space."

King Cesar tilted his neck small and looked toward Delilah, lifting one end of his lips and grinning.

"Do you think you can convince me that such a bunch of fools would put up with me sacrificing for the whole country?

King Cesar affirms.

"There's no way I can! It can't be done! And those fools have the right to move the same country as the royal nobility. Treat it undisturbed and the country will lean. To avoid that, he had to move to save the people, even though he knew it was best to cut them off."

King Cesar laughs.

"Isn't that funny? He said he had to have the support of many people to create a country with no difference in identity, but it was the people who strangled him."

King Cesar turned his throat, often laughing out loud.

King Cesar, finished laughing, smiles coldly as he pokes his cheek wand at the elbow hanging of the chair.

"Once Darius regarded the Son of Destruction as a rare connoisseur. It's firing a target. He is a warrior who fights using his brain as a battlefield, information as a soldier, and knowledge and ideas as a weapon. Therefore, those who possess heterogeneous knowledge and ideas are precisely rare masterminds."

King Cesar goes on to say "but".

"Schemers tend to hate situations they don't know about, developments they don't understand. And the Son of Destruction is its ultimate. He chooses the battlefield and prepares measures to fight because he wants to put the battle in his own hands. So when things get out of hand, he breaks down."

King Cesar turned his eyes upwards to explore his memory.

"For example, it was a battle once when we destroyed Prince Alexius near the Conte River. The Son of Destruction, who had predicted Darius' appearance, said he had just been greatly bewildered by Alexius, who himself had hesitated (for example) to march to the battlefield waiting with all his measures in place, and that was what he feared so much as to lose his complexion.

And the status quo is similar to that. The Son of Destruction will be equally puzzled and fearful to the Romanian National Army, which has just invaded beyond its own expectations or has even begun a further unintentional southbound "

King Cesar took himself slightly forward.

"What happened? What's the purpose of Romanian? What's the intent down south? To find out, he tries to move forward.

But still, if the enemy had been Darius, he would have weighed himself down worried about the existence of measures.

But the enemy is Romanian. Gordia is an excellent exchanger but not a warrior on the battlefield. Whatever pig warriors imitate Darius, the Partis who leads it is not to say it again. Unconsciously, he doesn't take into account the existence of a plotter comparable to himself. I don't think the status quo is a trap for me. "

King Cesar's eyes gleam with excitement.

"You were unlucky, son of destruction. You don't know. Darius' last disciple. The beast that Darius loved. The Romanian female wolf was recognized by the two great heroes who bombed the West End."

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"The Son of Destruction is a king, not a king"

Piata affirmed.

"Even if you fan the people and exalt your own merits to inspire the soldiers, the Son of Destruction's appreciation for himself is low. Right. I suppose you think of humility and humility as virtues. Or should I say excessive harmony with the surroundings? Anyway, he tries to show himself low."

Piata tinkled her nose.

"Isn't that hilarious? A giant monster trying to trample this world thinks he's small, and he's trying to show it that way.

That's why he doesn't think about it. I didn't know that it was worth it for Romanias to name their country and aim for it. That's what we have to do. There's no way the enemy is after him. "

Piata's voice gradually heats up before Demetria hears it with a surprised face.

"And the more dangerous the fight he sees, the more he tries to expose himself to danger. I also try to put myself in danger again. The battle to defeat Lord Darius in the city of Bornis. The battle against Alexius on the Conte River. The battle against our country in the Wang capital, Holmenia. All of them put themselves in the most dangerous place."

"It's a word I'd like some princess to hear," Demetria added tea. But Piata gently refrained from saying, "Don't be with me, who has many brothers and sisters and is a good substitute," before continuing.

"That would be a trustworthy act for the soldiers standing on the arrow side of the battle. It would be a good deed to say virtue for those who command the soldiers.

But a king is ruthless.

Even if it seems arrogant, with one word, you must keep your hands unclean and your neck beneath your throne, and with one fingertip you must send your soldiers to the dead.

Even if they say it's ruthless, they must abandon a few people to save many of their people and cut off some of their land to protect the whole country. "

Piata cut the word once and then said the next word forcefully.

"It's just a bad habit for a king, such as it can't be thorough! And because of that vice, the Son of Destruction jumps himself into the dead!

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The Ethereal Horse was desperate to think.

It is fortunate that there is a native of the land in the army to which the Ethereal Horse pays attention and more detailed terrain information has been obtained. As far as listening to the person, it seems that it is the terrain as the Ethereal Horse expected it to be.

This would inflict pain on the Romanian national army!

The Ethereal Horse had gained such strong certainty.

Of course, there are a number of issues that need to be overcome in order to achieve that. But I wasn't worried about it. He is a pale horse who places tremendous trust in the power of his companions who have fought with him so far. If the Ethereal Horse knew their power, it would not be a problem of that magnitude either.

I can do it! Definitely, I can do it! No, I have to!

If we leave the Romanian National Army like this, the south will be made a mess. I don't know what the purpose is, but that's all we have to stop at any cost.

And Partis, who leads the Romanian National Army, has an eye for decision and action. The momentum of the Romanian National Army, led by such Partis, is foolish to take it from the front. But Partis is not a man who tries to do things. It would be more effective for those opponents to have an ambush than a frontal confrontation.

The Ethereal Horse slowly raised his face in front of himself and everyone watching him.

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King Cesar says with a snake smile on his face.

"Insult, insult, child of destruction! You don't know a Romanian female wolf. Then the decency will drive you into a trap."

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Piata says with a fierce grin of wolves.

"Hurry, hurry, son of destruction! You will not be merciless to the king. [M] That's why the rush will invite you to the dead!

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And the Ethereal Horse says with a grievous determination.

"Decided."

Keeping everyone's attention, the Ethereal Horse pointed to a point on the map.

"Let's ambush the side of the Romanian National Army here!

One point the Ethereal Horse pointed to on the map.

It was the main point of traffic in the south, where the road descended from the east to the south, called Mirza, branches off, and a hunting ground planted by Romanian female wolves.

In future generations the battle against the Erdoğa and Romanian countries, known as the Romanian battle. The Battle of Mirza, the first fierce battle in it, was about to begin.