Hakai no Miko

It was Lieutenant General Sertius and Piata who welcomed Partis back to his side after meeting the pale horse.

"What's the matter, Piata?

Piata slips her face to Partis, who leans her neck and asks.

"Faced with the Son of Wicked Destruction. If my brother is cursed, it's important. Don't worry, it's up to you."

Piata smiles.

"Apparently, it's not just my lost hair, it's also an amulet to horseback riding shit, so it'll help."

Partis smiled.

"Lie to me. You're the only sister who's worried about her brother that much."

Piata jokes back, "That's out of her mind," and then asks Partis.

"So how was the Son of Destruction? Brother Partis."

With only his siblings, Piata knows Partis' intuition too sharp. Particularly in identifying people, Piata had a good understanding that she was not far from Partis.

I wanted to hear the reputation of the Son of Destruction by the Partis, so I went out of my way to welcome him.

Partis broke his face when asked by Piata.

"Hmm! He's an interesting guy!

Piata thought, "Again."

The most interesting characters in Partis are the hard enemies or the curves. Piata secretly felt satisfied with the certainty of her eyes, which identified the Son of Destruction as the enemy of her mentor, the enemy of the Romanian kingdom, and her own strong enemy.

But you will be surprised by the next word of Partis.

"But that's not a hero."

In the unexpected words of Partis, Piata said, "Aren't you a hero?" All I could do was snap back. In front of her, Partis nodded before saying.

"That's right. Like heroes, they have different perspectives and thoughts from other people, but still lack the most important minds to be heroes. Therefore the work is a hero, but the Son of Destruction himself is not a hero. Half a hero at most....."

And Partis rejoiced in his words. Then I started thinking about something while wrinkling between my eyebrows and getting "mummy". After a while, his face flashes brightly.

"I see! Exactly, that's half! This surprised me. Not half the heroes! So, you got half that innocent guy left?! This is a failure! Yes, but let me see you! Ah, well, I suppose you've hidden it! What a jerk! Oh, what a shame! Don't miss out on rare things like half a hero!

Piata was convinced that "I see."

The true meaning of the word "half", as Partis said, was that Piata could not understand exactly. But perhaps that was the danger of not being able to respond to the words I felt about the Son of Destruction.

In front of Piata, who is satisfied that his intuition was correct, Partis brightens his face.

"Yes! If he's that funny, I can do you. - What do you say, Piata? He hasn't decided on a queen yet. That is a man of the kind who is laid on the buttocks of a girl. If you do well, you can take control of Eldore and become a queen without having to work hard?

Piata laughs one more time before answering.

"I'm sorry to bother you with this suggestion. This Piata likes a horse that burns his hands to get his ass on. Obedient horses are not enough. You'll want to scratch your neck with a mattress at night."

Partis smiles amusely at the words of her sister, the princess of the great power.

"Oh dear! Then let the son of a man be conceived from his seed. The Son of Destruction seems to have no blood. If a boy is born, it will be the only successor to the throne. If we return with the child born with the head of the Son of Destruction as a hostage, Erdoğan will have no choice but to obey our country."

"That's my brother. That's a strange idea!

Then they opened their mouths and laughed.

Sertius, who was overwhelmed by the two conversations, couldn't help but admire it.

Patrice also suggested to her sister to take her husband's head and her belly hurting child home as a hand souvenir, but Piata also agreed with the strange idea.

Still, Celtis remembers when he tried to smile with love.

"Don't listen to these two words. You're gonna regret this."

That was the word that was conveyed with Goldia when she told me to march into Eldore Country as deputy commander of Partis.

We cannot ignore Goldie's advice. Sertius opens his mouth even though he thinks he might be upset with the joke.

"His Highness the Partis. This stage is no longer possible."

Then Partis looks deeply sad.

"What is it? You can't?

Sertius was stunned.

Were you seriously thinking of sending your sister to someone who was angry with her father the other day?

Piata laughs in front of Sertius without saying the next word.

"I'm sorry, brother. However, I finally have the opportunity to cut him in front of me and decide on the male and female. This is my brother's weird plan, but please refrain from it."

"Mmmm... If that's the case, I can't help it."

It was once a shoulder-dropped Partis, but there was a full smile immediately.

"But he's a rare opponent. I am no different from fighting again. And I wonder what he's up to."

That said, Partis flipped his horse's head. Sertius finally returns to me to turn his back on Partis.

"His Highness the Partis. If you're heading to the main unit, here we are."

Partis flushed his face and said with a rough snort to Sertius, pointing the way back to the battalion.

"Tell the generals about these hot chest cuttings!

Next to the neat Sertius, Piata breathed a sigh of admiration.

"Hahaha! It's been a long time since you've burned, brother."

Having said that, Piata turns her face to Sertius, who still doesn't understand.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time you've served with Brother Partis."

Piata smiles nicely at Sertius, who agrees.

"I can see why Brother Partis is loved by the warriors."

Certius didn't know what it meant, he just replied "yes" out of his mind.

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Partis, who advanced his horse to the front of all the Romanian National Army troops, first looked around the whole army.

Then he turned his chest and took a big breath. And once the inhalation is in the depths of the lungs, Partis turns it into loud voice and releases it.

"Romanian generals!

The voice of Partis roared with a slight weight echoing at the bottom of his stomach and the strength to push through.

With that voice alone, the soldiers of the Romanian kingdom corrected nature and residence without instructions.

Partis barks even more at such soldiers.

"The battle that begins here is a sorrow for the Romanian nation! It is the dream of the Romanian nation!

It was a long-standing desire passed down to the Romanian kingdom for centuries from the reign of His Majesty the Founding King, King Romanianis, to destroy the enemy kingdom of Hormea and rebuild the ancient (ancient) dynasty. It was the dream of the Romanian nation not only to recover the prints of the ancient dynasty, but also to unify the whole western region. "

The story of Partis is what everyone knows if he is a human being in the Romanian kingdom.

Many Romanian generals nodded silently to this.

Partis talks even more enthusiastically towards them.

"But now there is no Hormeans that were enemies! Now we stand before the mighty Eldor, who destroyed the Holmea kingdom! More powerful than the enemy country of Holmea!

Partis holds his right hand in front of his chest with an exaggerated gesture, as it appears to all Romanian generals.

"It is then that victory in the battle that begins here is the achievement of sorrow! It's a dream achievement!

The soldiers of the Romanian kingdom shook their bodies small and blue.

The fulfilment of the sorrow and the fulfilment of the dream, which their fathers could not do for centuries, appeared just before their eyes. There are no Romanian generals who can't stand up for this.

As if to grasp the enthusiasm of the soldiers, Partis raised his right hand, which made a fist.

"Come on, Romanian generals! Outrageous, Romanian generals! Now is the time to fulfill our long-awaited aspirations and reach a distant dream!

The generals shouted their fists and cheered.

All the generals of the Romanian National Army stood up all at once by Partis's sword.

--Looked like something.

But if you looked at the whole thing calmly, you would have noticed that the enthusiasm was biased.

It is the knights and generals who will be the captains of each unit who cheer alongside the excitement of the Lord.

They are the ones who were taught that the reconstruction of the ancient dynasty and the reunification of the western region by the Romanian nation is the country. For these people, the partish is indeed a pastime. However, I couldn't help but be excited by Partis.

But many soldiers are different.

At this time, the majority of the soldiers who were present were civilians who were rushed to the battlefield by the emplacement or temporary conscription.

In this era, when citizens are also regarded as the property of the lord, they cannot travel freely within the country. Many civilians end their lives without leaving their villages or cities of birth.

As a result, villages and cities become places of life for civilians. Moreover, the existence of a country on top of it, even if the concept is vaguely understood, if there is no patriotism for it, naturally the sense of belonging is also weak.

For such people, even if it is said to be a Romanian nation's sorrow or dream, it is natural not to come.

As a result, the soldiers were only cheering together to match the atmosphere on the spot or be flushed.

But even those people get involved in Partis.

"And now, farmers, craftsmen, merchants, who are temporarily the first soldiers!

Suddenly, many ordinary soldiers were surprised and bewildered by the call of the prince Partis, who was also a man on the clouds.

Partis beats even more words at such upset soldiers.

"For you, this is the battlefield you dreamed of when you were young!

An unexpected word from Partis leaked a groan among the Romanian National Army.

What the hell does that mean? Why did they dream of such a battlefield when they were civilians?

Even with such a suspicious groan in front of him, Partis did not seem to move, but rather tightened his chest. With such confidence, the soldiers naturally shut their mouths to hear the truth of Partis' words.

After watching the sigh calm down, Partis looked at the whole army and raised his voice.

"Remember that little day! The greenery of the meadow ran endlessly and vertically with the branches of the tree picked up as a sword, staring at the growing grass trees as enemies!

The soldiers recall the words of Partis.

When I was young, I played to become a hero on the battlefield.

That day, the short dead branch in my hand was a legendary sword.

That day, the fresh green meadow beside the fields that the parents plowed was the battlefield.

That day, it was an enemy soldier crowded with lush vegetation.

The Partis continued.

"Remind me! Explore the fantastic labyrinth with friends as you kick out the flames in the mid-summer sun in that cobblestone alley!

The soldiers remember.

Explore the terrible underground labyrinth with your friends, become an adventurer for hidden treasures, and rush around the alleys of the city.

That day, every dirt on the walls was coded, the fallen rubbish and stones were treasures, and a small wild dog was a terrible monster wandering the labyrinth.

"Look back! The mountains stained with dust at sunset, the sound of birds ruthlessly clinging to the end of an adventure thought to be eternal and telling them to return to their real homes!

The soldiers looked back.

I looked up at the sunset sky, and I realized that I had to go home, too, with the chirping of birds returning in flocks to the nest in the mountains.

When I returned from a great hero to a helpless child in reality, I felt as if I was crushing his little chest at a young age.

"It's good to have a treat! When I jumped out of the house early in the morning, the snow that started falling last night changed the sights I should have seen and shouted my chest at the pure white snow plains where the strange world was spreading before my eyes!

Soldiers have thoughts.

On that young day, a familiar sight was dyed with pure white snow and spreading into a completely unknown world.

In this strange world, can I be someone else? Wouldn't you be a more radiant self?

With such expectations and excitement, I kept looking at the snowfields without getting tired of playing with my breasts.

Partis assures the soldiers who care about the scenes of the past.

"We were heroes then. Everyone was a hero whose name was inscribed in history!

It is a nostalgia that springs into the hearts of the soldiers.

It is the memory of that day that I was believed to be the protagonist of the story.

But it was also for a moment.

It was sadness that occupied the hearts of the soldiers, and a humble smile that covered their faces.

The young days when I believed that I was a hero are already a story of the distant past. I had long been reminded that I was not a hero. Already, it was painful for me to think that I was just a human being who was being chased every day and could not even serve as a hero.

And now everybody is lying face down and nodding on their own appearance standing here as just a private soldier.

Partis beats those soldiers with words.

"Then this is the battlefield of your dreams!

Partis asserted with strong conviction.

"Because this battle will inevitably continue to be a legend even in a thousand years ago! The legendary battle in which the village's ancients were seduced by children, many bard barons enchanted the drunkards in the tavern, and even the royal nobles and generals aroused their hearts!

And in it, everyone who took part in this battle will be passed down as a great hero! It's such a legendary battle! That is… "

Partis once punctuated the words there.

And unleash as words the enthusiasm you have earned for it only for a short time.

"This is the continuation of that young day!

Partis made a noise and widened his arms.

"This is the end of that green meadow! This is the end of that cobbled alley! This is the other side of that sunset mountain! This is the other side of that pure white snowfield!

Behind Partis with his arms wide open, the soldiers saw it.

A fresh green meadow of grassy trees.

In a cobblestone alley where the sun is shaking.

Mountains stained with dust at sunset.

A pure white snowflake in the morning and sun.

The sight excited everyone's chest.

"The boys!

Behind the scenes of the early days, Partis calls out to the men, not nobles, knights, soldiers, or people.

"Boys of Romanian Country! Now you can be a hero and run along with this Partis to the end of your dreams!

At that moment, something stunned the spine of all the Romanian National Army soldiers.

It was excitement, joy, and enthusiasm.

Heat rises from the bottom of your belly like you swallowed a burning flame. Your whole body is standing upside down like a furious beast. A loud heartbeat sounds as if your heart had moved to your ear.

Inspired by the passion, everyone raised his right arm unconsciously. Then he opens his mouth full of eyes and starts screaming with his throat ripped open.

The heavens and the earth rocked.

It was an illusory whale wave. Before the whale waves raised by all Romanian National Army generals, Partis smiled fiercely.

"Come on, Romanian heroes! I won with me!!"

Along with that, a loud voice was raised.