Hakai no Miko

"What? That woman who looks like Parfena is headed for the kingdom of El Door?"

King Cesar stared at the report of Delilah, the "root" woman.

Delilah nods, “Yes, I will,” and then goes on to say yes.

“A group of pilgrims from Shpamur visited the mansion of Mordecai, one of the ten members of Jeboa's committee, and the next day they left Jeboa for El Door. It has been reported that there was a woman who looked like Parfena."

And king Cesar laid his hand upon his chin, and pondered.

People who cannot walk on their own, such as the elderly and the wounded, may use carriages as an exception when they still want to go on pilgrimage. But those who don't use carriages for pilgrimages can't be.

If you think about it, it's someone who pretends to be a pilgrim.

"Shpamur is troublesome." - Hurry up and make sure it's Parfena. Naturally, you must also explore its purpose. "

King Cesar ordered the immediate investigation of Parfhena and the person who had been found.

King Cesar, the commander-in-chief of the intelligence organization Root, which extends its roots to all of the western region, has seen the trend of important people throughout the western region and the situation in various regions suddenly rise. It was not impossible to find out how much information she was able to gather, how many times the Azure Horse leaked a yawn during her administration that day, and how many times Siemul had prevented her from doing so.

However, there is only one place in the western region where its power does not extend.

That is Shpamur.

The reason why Shpamur was not influenced by the "root" was the state religion, the Ecclesiastical Western Church.

In the ancient continent of Cerdeas, it is believed that men were called to God after death, and that they would have eternal life there. However, life there was reflected in life, and the royal family was able to follow many slaves and live in abundance even after death. The common people were common people, and the slaves remained slaves.

However, the Ecclesiastical Western Church preaches that anyone can go to paradise after death, whether they were rich or poor, or noble.

This doctrine was a problem for Root.

In the first place, the Baljibor intelligence organization "Nen" is based on mutual aid clubs founded by Baljibor to protect themselves from prejudice, persecution, discrimination, etc., that go to other countries to earn money. And I had to form such a mutual aid association because I was the only weak man that could be oppressed by the Balgeboreans.

The doctrine of salvation of the weak in the Episcopal Western Church was precisely what pierced the hearts of the Baljiborians, who were the poor and (no) weak.

Historically, Baljibor kings have tried to stretch their roots to Shpamur.

However, due to the "root" nature of laying down roots in the land and collecting information, Shpamur cannot help but be influenced by the Episcopal Western Church. One after another, the intermediaries who rooted themselves in the church fell in love with the church and broke away from the "root".

Therefore, in "root", Shpamur has been considered as a "root rotting place" as an invasive place.

For that reason, it was Parfena herself who bothered King Cesar even more, even though the gathering of information was not good enough.

"That madwoman. What the hell are you thinking...?"

King Cesar gave him an unusual and bitter look.

Parfena, the princess of Shpamur and bishop of the Episcopal Western Church, is not only serious about faith, but also tolerant to pagans and sub-humans, and is a person worthy of the name of the Holy Maiden.

However, there was a side where this serious faith was somewhat past.

It is natural to join charitable activities such as collecting alms by going around private houses in poor clothing, which is usually the training of lower-ranking priests, and providing meals in shantytowns, while being the highest ranking of the Episcopal Western Church, the bishop. On the contrary, it is unusual to make pilgrimages to other countries one day suddenly among the general followers.

Once, he even stretched his legs to the land of Innocent, the center of the opposing central church. Moreover, instead of taking some kind of preparation and countermeasure in advance, one day I suddenly thought, "I want to feel God and Innocent in the Holy Land," and left for the Holy Land.

If this is a neighbor, the place is in the middle of the continent far away. It would take months to years just to go back and forth. Of course, Shpamur, who was suddenly absent from the princess and the bishop, was in chaos.

And more confused than that was the Holy Land.

There was a great commotion when there was a beautiful woman like the one who had the stamp of a human god.

Moreover, Parfena did not feel compelled to falsify her identity, and if asked, she honestly told me who she was, so the chaos in the Holy Land spurred her further.

It is said that the central church, which opposed the Western church, was also very puzzled.

Even though it is opposed as a sect, the opponent is a princess of one country, and above all, it is one of the sons chosen by the human God who is the object of the faith of the holy church. It was not easy to harm Parfena in the sanctuary where many believers gathered.

In the end, one of the three major priests of the Central Church, and the son of the same human god, Grand Priest Austravis, said that "this is an insolent person who deceives Parfena", and that he had no choice but to send it to the western region politely in the name of expulsion.

Thus, while having the immense influence of being a princess and bishop of the Western Church and being chosen as the son of a human god, King Cesar himself called Parfena a "mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad maiden.

That said, Parfena herself is harmless to animals.

Even if she realizes the plot against El Door, which is now being secretly pursued, Parfena is convinced that she will never intervene, even though she will lament about it. For better or for worse, Parfena's interest is only in faith in God.

Therefore king Cesar was not worried in that regard.

However, the only thing that could happen at once was--

"It's the power of Parfena's grace..."

The power of grace bestowed upon Parfena by the human god is nothing but a miracle of God. It is truly worthy of being a vassal of the pious God, and it even firmly confirms the influence of Parfena.

Even if Parfena were to use the power of that grace, the current plot against El Door could be destroyed.

"Should we settle this or weigh the plane with certainty..."

King Cesar went astray.

However, that is only a short time.

"The paintbrush has already been put into the lower picture." The strayness of the hand is passed to the brush, and it appears in the painting. Isn't that what ruined his big work? "

King Cesar, who laughs unstoppably, further thinks, "That's it."

King Cesar had analyzed that the power of Parfena's grace was not as powerful as rumored in the alley. I am confident that we will be able to defeat the objective if we deliver the poison we released. After that, it would be too late for Parfena to exercise the power of grace.

Then we'll settle it as planned.

King Cesar rose from his chair.

"Delilah, tell those who lurked in the Sorbian Plains." Let's stick out the poisonous cannons.

The edge of King Sethar's mouth hangs up to his ears as it was twitched.

"Also, I will go to King El Door's capital myself to make sure that everything is all right." Hurry, prepare your legs to the capital. And a proper temporary identity. "

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"What are you doing, [Fierce Fangs]!" Let's go to the plains! "

Instead of going directly to the Sorbian Plains, Sherm ate Garam, who had first stopped in the city of Bornis, where he was once based.

"Things are going to take a while!" Come on, let's go! Let's go! Let's go now! "

It seemed to Siemul that he couldn't stay close to the pale horse. He quickly slapped the [Clan of the Tail] and apologized. He grabbed the [Clan of the Eagle] 's Balarak's breast and convinced him that he should return to the capital immediately.

“His Majesty Soma would have said. The first thing that matters is people's hearts."

Garam sighed majestically at her sister.

"There is a rushing village near the city to receive the evacuees. Let's go there first."

Interracial rivalry and prejudice are the biggest problems for the Erdoğan nation, which is a large variety of ethnic groups.

The Zoan raid worried that the bias of the human species against Zoan would increase rather than directly harm the reclaimed village.

Therefore, it is necessary to impress that this disturbance of the plains is only the rampage of some Zoans, and that many of the Zoans belonging to the kingdom of Erdoğan are good neighbors.

So, first, they asked Garam to console the evacuees who had fled the raided village.

Shemul initially felt that it was his priority to get rid of the cause of the problem as soon as possible.

However, she is strong, but she is gentle at heart. I saw the evacuated pioneers and changed my attitude. When I saw the evacuees who had clearly fled without clothes, I was outraged that there was not enough clothing, and I was furious that there was not enough food in the soup that they had few tools to eat, and I lamented that there was no house to rest in when they were tired and sitting on the ground.

"What is Soma doing?" I'll tell him to get some supplies for you! ”

As such, Garam stopped in a hurry to turn it into a drum beat and transmit it to the capital.

"I have arranged for relief supplies." It will arrive by pressing. Rather than worrying about you, what you need to do now is put them on the sidelines and tell them that His Majesty will never abandon his people and remove their anxiety? ”

Shemul nodded vigorously to this, “Absolutely right.” Then he preached the word of Azure Horses, and made a haste to gather the evacuees.

Garam was shocked by his sister's changing words and deeds like the cat's eyes.

Ever since you made the pale horse your own "umbilical cord", you even seemed thoughtful because you acted with him in mind, but this old horse was honest, short-circuited or spotty, and he acted with the emotions and thoughts he had at that time.

Unaware that his brother was mourning him, Shemul began his speech with a rough nose in front of the evacuees.

Garam was anxious that only foolishness could successfully address the evacuees to his sister.

Shemul himself said, "I am the king of Soma, who was told to stir up all the people with his tongue! It's all right!" he said, worrying Garam extra worried, "Your Majesty's good tongue has nothing to do with that."

And Garam's anxiety was overwhelming.

Shemul only repeatedly said that he would restore peace to the plains, rebuild the lost villages, and, above all, that the pale horses would not abandon the evacuees.

Garam could not help but look up to the heavens.

However, Siemul's speech, which seemed to have failed, was unexpectedly well received by the evacuees. Originally engaged in reclamation, they have no studies and many simple personalities. It was easier for them to understand Siemul's speech, which merely bumped into facts and matters frankly, rather than their elusive rhetoric.

Then Garam stroked his chest with relief that he had finished his speech to the evacuees against his expectations, but then Siemul took further unexpected action.

Shemul walked up to the evacuees who listened to the speech and began to speak to each of them.

The evacuees were surprised by this.

For though he know not the name of Shemul, there is none that knoweth not the daughter of Zoan, which is called the half-body of the king, but the people of the kingdom of Jerdoah.

The incarnate of such a king shall not be weary of his knees being covered with mud before them, but he shall poke his knees together, and take his hands, and sometimes shall hold his shoulders, and shall speak a word of encouragement unto each one.

Initially, Seymour was a pioneer who saw Zoan as a companion who attacked his village, but he was moved by Seymour's actions, soothing his eyes and strangling his voice with words of gratitude.

And now Siemul, who still has his hand on the old man's shoulder and promises to "definitely take back the village", looks slightly at the next person.

There was a lot of big people there.

However, Siemul was not surprised simply because his body was large. A muscular body that can be felt under a coat stained with soot and mud. It was not just due to heavy work in reclamation, but because it was deliberately forged and made - that is, the body of the person who made the battle a living (exchange).

However, many of the pioneers were former Hormea soldiers. He must be one of those ex-soldiers.

Besides, I'm not afraid of being a Zoan, and I don't even try to raise my face with my hooded head down. Are you injured in your right leg again? A red and black bloody bandage was wrapped around your thighs, and a long wooden stick was placed on the left side of the ground where you sat.

It really bothers me, but if you think you're running away from the [Clan of the Tail] raid and you're hurting your heart and body, you'll be discouraged from digging through the roots and leaves.

And there are many evacuees who still have to speak out.

Shemul pushed his discomfort with the humans out of his mind and focused his attention on the next evacuees.

And it came to pass, before Shemr, who called unto the multitude of the refugees, that a woman seemed to be a mother with a baby.

The baby wrapped in a sacrificial envelope and held in her mother's chest was tired and asleep, and did not twitch. Maybe this mother can't let go even though she's already dead.

Siemul's heart broke as he tried to call out to the mother and child by thrusting his knee in front of them.

At that time.

Shemul felt a strange sign.

It was as if the beast hiding in the grass had suddenly appeared.

When I looked at the signs, I saw the figure of that huge human who stood up from the evacuees who sat down.

And before the surrounding Zoanese warrior could stop him, he stomped toward Siemul with a squeak.

In an instant, a sharp stepping stone crushed the distance between her and Siemur, her right leg wrapped in a bandage that was supposed to be injured.

More than astonished that she was injured, Siemul couldn't react to a step that could only be thought of as an instantaneous movement that crushed the distance of five melts (about five meters) in a flash.

Towards such a Siemul, the human swung up his staff.

Siemul can only look at the swaying stick for a moment in time - in fact.

Towards Siemul, the swaying rod was swung down as it slashed through the sky.

A dull blow that smashes the flesh and crushes the bones.

And the screams rose.