Hakai no Miko

It is no longer inevitable.

Shemul was ready to be slapped with a stick, hardened his body, and prepared for the blow, but the shock that was supposed to hit him did not come.

Instead, looking at the screaming up close, Siemul was there now, holding the baby she was about to call out to.

Mother was in pain as she clasped her right hand, which was crushed by a stick and broken into ku characters.

What the hell is going on?!

Something fell on the confused side of Siemul, making a gentle sound. If I turn to you, it is a baby wrapped in the gift bag that my mother had.

What's the matter with Miko?

Understanding that the blow from the assailant's stick had been bounced off her mother's hand, Siemul was indignant, but a surprise that she hadn't anticipated struck her.

What a falling shock, the baby's neck fell off.

No matter how hard the blow is, the baby's neck can't be removed like that. If you look closely, it wasn't the baby's neck. It was a doll with a neck that mimicked the neck of a baby. That's not all. A dagger wrapped in something like oil paper, not the baby's body, fell from the wrapping unleashed by the impact of the fall.

A large human who swung up his arm with a broken stick and slammed his mother's jaw into unconsciousness, raised his voice to warn Siemul that he was lost in an unexpected situation.

"Be careful!" It's not over yet! "

A big man who raised his voice so high that he was a man, stood with his back toward Siemul as if to cover him.

Towards them, many people, young and old, stood up from among the refugees who were disturbed by this situation and jumped at their knives.

Besides, the big man leaked a sharp breath from his lips and slammed the stick into a sideways beating. The blow bounced off the dagger that the assailant had thrown out.

The wrists were smashed with daggers, but the marauders jumped up and down to make more.

In addition, the large human punched the throat with the blow of the stick that swung the first person back, the second person punched the nose with the left back fist and crushed the nose bone, and the third person was incapacitated by hitting the front kick into the dovetail.

However, as expected, the fourth man allowed me to approach and got stuck.

However, I immediately hit the ground with my left arm in a throw.

At that time, there is a loud sound when the cloth is torn apart.

A man slammed into the ground clutching a coat worn by a large human, and the fabric was torn apart. Along with that, the hood that was worn in the depths of the eyes was also torn off, and from underneath it spread long red-haired hair that burned as if the flower of a bright red big ring blossomed at once.

"Take it down!!"

When a large human issues an order, people, young and old, stand up from the evacuees and capture and detain those who attacked first. In addition, others were calling out to the chaotic evacuees to calm the noisy place.

At that time, Siemul finally regained his self, and she shouted in amazement.

"...! A woman?!"

It's hard for Zoan, Siemul, to tell the gender of a human by appearance. However, when I saw the bulge in his chest, I was certain that a large human being was a woman.

The red-haired woman couldn't respond to Siemul's voice, clenching the stick in her hand and looking around without hesitation.

Garam brings Zoan's warriors to the scene of the disturbance.

"What the hell was that all about?!"

The red-haired woman, who saw Garam coming, pushed one knee at a distance from Siemul. Then, I placed the stick in my hand on the ground and showed that there was no hostility.

Not only that, but from a distance, she seemed to be protecting Siemul from someone else's attack rather than harming her.

For the time being, Garam, judging that this human woman was harmless, first asked Siemul for her safety.

[Noble Fangs] Are you okay?!

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine."

Rejoicing at Siemul's reply, Garam suddenly turned his eyes to his feet. What fell there was a dagger that rolled out of its envelope. Without a doubt, Garam bent down and reached out to pick it up.

General, don't touch it inadvertently.

A voice came up to stop the hand.

Garam turned to the voice, and there was a human-type boy sitting in a wheelchair.

From the outside, the boy continued with an unsuitable calm voice.

“The blade of the dagger is coated with a number of poisonous insects and snake poisons, as well as a mixture of many types of poisonous weeds and toxic minerals. Even if it's a furry wound, it's a secret assassin poison that can kill your opponent if you put it in your body. Be very careful when you get your hands on it."

"W-what...?!"

Garam hastily retracted his hand and told her he couldn't believe it.

The sword that Zoan uses is inherited from his father to his grandson as the soul and pride of his clan. To poison it is nothing but to tarnish it to the pride of the fathers.

Therefore, for Zoan, poisoning his own weapons is by no means an option.

Garam couldn't help but tremble with fear.

The wheelchair boy calls out to Siemul, looking sideways at Garam, who turns his whole body upside down.

My lord Wangsa, can't you shower yourself with blood?

The boy narrowed his thin threaded eyes even more to Siemul, who replied "Ahhhh" in a daze.

“That's good. It's their mantra to spray the target with blood-like red venom and make it look like blood. After being relieved by using a poison blade, it's very difficult to risk your life by poisoning yourself."

Shemul hurriedly reexamined all corners of his body. After confirming that she was not wearing something that looked like blood, Siemul let out a sigh of relief.

"Who the hell are you?!"

In response to Garam's question, the boy bowed his head deeply in the wheelchair.

"I'm sorry I'm late. My name is Tutu, and I'm the one who's doing the chores from Chief Eladia."

Tutu knocked his body forward, causing both sleeves of the empty garment to hang without force and shake.

Tutu, who is awake, shows a red-haired woman with his gaze instead of his missing arms.

My name is Damia, and I am your servant and guard who took care of His Majesty the King.

Then Shemul raised his voice.

She, Zoan, could not tell the face of the human species, but she remembered that the man in the wheelchair and the red-haired woman who pushed it had seen the pale horse.

When Siemul says that, Tutu admits that he is definitely himself and continues.

"Since then, I've been doing a lot of work under the Lady Commissioner." --And today, I've grabbed the information that there is a wrongdoer who is aiming at the death of His Highness the King, and I was protecting him from the shadows like this. "

Although Zoan can run as fast as a horse, it is limited to short distances. From the city of King's Landing to the city of Bornis, it was possible to overtake the Zoans by using the romantic concrete "Soma's Way", changing horses at the roadside station along the way and driving the carriages without sleeping. So Tutu and the others entered the city of Bornis before the Siemul and laid the groundwork.

"Wait! This is not an outbreak of evacuees, but an attack aimed at [noble fangs]?!"

Garam was surprised to hear that the evacuees who had burned the village down in Zoan had just broken out.

And when Tutu affirmed, Siemul spoke with a strange voice.

"What do you gain by killing me?"

Tutu leaks a bitter smile.

"Lord Wangsa doesn't know your worth." ― ― In any case, it's no doubt that their purpose was the fate of His Highness the King.

I still don't understand the situation, but Garam understands that this was a planned assault aimed at Siemul's life.

"Anyway, I'm gonna have to tighten these guys up and make them throw up."

Garam leaked a harsh message as he watched over the assailants handed over by Tutu's men in captivity.

“Probably not.”

Tutu tells with a bitter smile.

"These are discarded pawns." I was always poisoned before the assassination, and if I didn't give him the antidote right now, I'd be out of breath before I could interrogate him. ”

In affirmation of Tutu's words, the assailant man, whose hands were tied behind his back and taken by Zoan's warrior, laughed palely.

Well then, the antidote--

"It's too late."

Tutu urged to block Garam's words.

"The antidote only has a role to play in the assassination." And I don't know if the stalker is hiding somewhere far away, or if he's hiding in this refugee. It's impossible to find it now. ”

To kill one, you poison your weapon, and then you drink the poison yourself in case you fail.

From Zoan's point of view, none of this is understandable.

Garam felt the discomfort of a snake crawling around his body.

Looking sideways at Garam, who was trembling with fear, Tutu receives a report from his palm.

"Lady Tutu, I've searched the surroundings, but no one thinks I'm the master of Root." I don't think there will be any more raids. ”

I thought it was "weird" to toot this.

King Cesar is prone to plotting. However, once we move to a settlement, we will thoroughly trick the artist-like nervous side into appearing.

Poison the wind just to kill one human. Drop the carriage to the bottom of the valley for each person who happens to be riding the target. Burn down the inn for every other guest. Throwing poison into the well and destroying one village. I don't choose the means to be sure.

If King Cesar wanted to kill Shemul for sure, he couldn't have done it by just sending in a few assassins.

I was wary of the surrounding area in anticipation of a variety of attacks, but even though it ended poorly, Tutu was beaten out of shape.

"Wasn't King Cesar's purpose the murder of His Majesty the King...?"

The depth of the bond between the pale horses and Siemul is such that no one in the royal palace of the kingdom of Erdoğan knows it. Even if the king, who had such great trust, fell to the brute blade, I could not imagine how sad and confused Azure Horse would be. If he does not succeed, it is no wonder that the pale horse has abdicated his duty to the king and even leaned against the kingdom. It's enough to make you think so.

If you like chaos, that's exactly what King Cesar wants.

Even though I stepped on it and secretly protected Siemul, it was a good place to be.

Was this a diversion from a true purpose?

I thought so, but Tutu immediately denies it.

If it's just pleasure, it should be enough to make that kind of movement. Even if it is not a trump card, the existence of intermediaries with roots in various places is important to Root. I never thought I'd throw it away in vain. At least we had enough to sacrifice them.

Garam recovered his mind as he sideways toothed his head about what was going on. Garam was moving to take care of things.

Calm the evacuees, who are still noisy, and instruct Zoan's warriors to isolate themselves and interrogate the assailants, knowing that it will be in vain.

After finishing them, Garam tells Shemul.

[Noble Fangs] I must tell His Majesty that you were targeted.

Garam stops Shemul from playing drums on his own, agreeing to do so.

"In the drum, even though you were safe, you will let the whole plains know that you were attacked. I've just summoned Harpuane for a message. It would be better to entrust a letter to that person and tell His Majesty about it."

At that rate of transmission, it is Zoan's drum that does not allow other means of this world to follow, but at the same time there is no secrecy. If I tell you that Siemul was attacked by Zoan's drums, Zoan in the plains will know the truth in an instant.

Even if we hide the fact that we've been attacked now, they'll all spread amongst Zoan. But there is no reason to spread disturbances and confusion among ourselves.

Shemul, who had no objection to this, hurriedly took out his portable writing instrument and began to write a letter addressed to Ayuma.

Having heard of such an exchange between Garam and Shemul, Tutu leaked out.

"Are you going to murder His Majesty the King and provoke the anger of the Zoans..."

The Zoans have a strong sense of awe for the Beast God who created them. The same was true of her son, Shemul. Many Zoans will be outraged to hear that she was attacked by such a vile human species.

Isn't that what you're trying to do to widen the rift between Zoan and the human species?

But Tutu denies his speculation.

If that's the case, it would be more effective to kill them than to just raid them. Then King Cesar would surely have taken Seymour's life.

However, the way this raid was conducted, which seemed not to be obsessed with success or failure, was quite strange.

After thinking that much, Tutu suddenly came up with it.

"Perhaps King Cesar's aim is to create the fact that the King was targeted more than the success of the assassination itself...?"

So, what happens then? How does that affect you?

With a desperate toothed toe in his head, Siemul was handing over a freshly written letter to Harpuane's messenger.

"Give this to Soma."

After receiving the letter, Harpuane's message conveyed the words of understanding, and then he waved his wings and soared into the sky.

Shemul raised his voice toward the Harpoon.

"I'm begging you! Tell Soma I'm okay!"

The lightning ran through Tutu's brain in response to Siemul's voice.

"...! Yes! Who will be the most affected by the assassination of His Majesty the King?" Who is most worried and upset about this? ”

Tutu throws up along with his remorse for being late in realizing the facts that he knew so well.

Your Majesty!

Tutu waved into the sky in an attempt to hold back Harpoon's message. However, Harpuane's message already appeared to be only about the size of a bean grain far beyond the sky, and could no longer be recalled.

It was a toot that was gnashing his teeth at it, but now I can't stop regretting my loss.

"Damia, hurry! We need to get Harpuane! We must contact the Lady Commissioner as soon as possible!"

Things have become urgent.

If this attack on the king was aimed at a pale horse, the worst can be expected.

If you want to raid Siemur just to harass, threaten, or upset him, it's better to do it in front of Pale Horse himself. You don't have to spend a lot of time and effort luring Siemul into the plains and then attacking Zoan.

And yet, why did you dare lure Shemul to the plains?

That is because the samurai Shemul himself was always in the way beside the king.

And it's only because of something that will bear fruit in the time between Siemul's return to quell the rebellion in the plains.

That is...

Poisonous snake! Are you going to poke your way through the gap without His Majesty the King and kill His Majesty directly?!

I knew that King Cesar was targeting Azure Horses.

However, it was unexpected that they would directly aim for their lives.

Shemul, who had heard Tutu's voice, was coming to change his blood.

"Hey! What did you mean by aiming for Soma's life?!"

Tutu returns his words with impatience to Siemul, who asks himself everything he can.

Your Majesty! Please return to His Majesty immediately!

Besides Siemur, other elf officers, including Eladia, who stood up and escorted her, were around the pale horse. In the sense of an escort, Siemul's hole was never too big.

It took so much effort for King Cesar to get Seymour off the side of the pale horse. I don't think there's any more to it than just getting rid of the guards.

It was inconvenient for King Cesar, who was about to set it up, that Siemul's presence was near a pale horse.

There is a possibility that a player (or even a player) will appear to target His Majesty in the absence of His Royal Highness!

"What, what?!"

Shemul was stunned.

After that, I tried to return my heel and ran away, making a noise and stopping at the spot. And then, his whole body turned upside down and began to tremble.

Go. Noble Fang

It was Garam who called out to Shemul like that.

Garam said with a grim expression that looked at his sister's troubled feelings between the desire to run back to the pale horse immediately and the sense of responsibility she had entrusted to the plain as a king.

"We've just had someone come after you, and there's a suspicious person who calls himself a subordinate of the Lady Chief, and things are no longer in our hands." This is not a letter, and we have no choice but to knee directly with His Majesty and devise our future plans. "

So Garam laughed at Shemr.

"But I can't move freely with my warriors." If so, you'll have no choice but to go. ”

"...! I'm sorry, [Fierce Fangs]!"

Shemul rushed out in four legs.

Garam saw Shemul running away like an arrow and turned his face toward Tutu.

“Tutu,” I said. I have a lot to ask you..... "

Tutu leaks a bitter smile at this.

“If you can answer me. That said, I don't know much about it either."

So Tutu watches Shemul run away.

"However, this also depends on the luck of His Majesty Soma and His Highness the King." Depending on it, everything will be ruined..... "