Hakai no Miko

"Hey, Shemr. I figured I should go out to the city wall, too, huh?

Aoima spoke to Shemr, fearful as if to ask her how she was feeling.

It is a VIP (Kihin) room inside the city's official residence in Gatsen.

I've been using it as a living room and bedroom since I retreated to this city, but when the Romanian National Army attacked me, the Ethereal Horse decided to be pushed into this room by Shemr.

However, the Romanian National Army had been attacking the city almost every morning to evening without ever getting tired of it, except on the day of the truce when the bodies of the war dead were to be recovered. As a result, the Ethereal Horse had been under house arrest for almost the past month in this room.

I also understood the idea of the Ethereal Horse and everyone that it was important for me to lose my life in case I even hit a flow arrow.

But the root is the pale horse of the cautious. He would not have been anxious to apologize to those who were fighting for their lives if he had hidden behind him without doing anything.

Such a pale horse, sometimes wanting to check the status of the war, tried to escape from the room from time to time, was caught by Shemr each time. Such repeated attempts to escape had finally touched Shemr's inquiry, and now it was to the point of being placed under her strict surveillance.

Even now, in one corner of the room, Shemru was just staring at her when she didn't miss a single movement of the Ethereal Horse's fingers.

"Um... Shemr? Are you listening?

Even though there was no response from Shemr, the Ethereal Horse spoke up at the top.

"No."

To Shemr's chilled voice, the pale horse drifts cold sweat.

"But look. I'm the king for once, right? I think it would be better for the king to show up, and for everyone to have morale."

"Shut up. Shut up"

Exactly, there is no particular island to deal with.

"Like before this, look down in front of everyone. Wherever morale rises, we fall to the bottom of the earth."

If they say that, the Ethereal Horse won't be able to say anything.

But I guess I didn't have to exaggerate so much once I collapsed due to a slight illness.

The Ethereal Horse teased and began to write the letter "of" with his fingers on the elbow hanging of the chair sitting.

Shemr sighs grandly as a good old man shines like a child.

"If you don't have that much to do, do something about the Jahangills in the courtyard. Complaints are coming from everywhere."

To Shemr's words, the pale horse turned into a sinister face.

There's something wrong with Jaharn Gill and the Dinosaurians for a while now. It was just gathered in the courtyard to gobble up, even though it always gave a tingly atmosphere and said that all soldiers or even the city's inhabitants were united in a defense.

Dinosaurians with strong pride in their own martial arts tend to prefer the field of short-term showdown and, conversely, to dislike the Battle of Cage Castle, which becomes a long-term battle. They also lack the dexterity to manipulate weapons such as stone throwers if they don't have bows and arrows just commensurate with Dinosaurian giants and powers, so there's not much they can do.

Still, there were as many places to harness that power as stone throwing or material hauling. But many Dinosaurians at the Ethereal Horse are, in human terms, the equivalent of knights and samurai. All in all, they were proud and repelled such things.

But still, until now, Jaharngil had been helping the Ethereal Horse on a whim, so the other Dinosaurians were reluctantly cooperating.

But even how that Jaharn Gill was.

I didn't even try to hide the grump of things since I got back to this city of Gatzen, and it was starting to give me a tingly vibe. And I'm not doing anything, but I've also stopped showing my face to some pale horse before, and I'm just gobbling around in the courtyard of a day's government house where the sun is shining.

"After all, is that what caused it...?

There was only one reason why the Ethereal Horse did so.

It is a morad.

The Ethereal Horse praised the struggle that everyone had been able to avoid annihilation by virtue of their work in the Battle of Mirza and declared that each general would be heavily rewarded after ousting the Romanian National Army. And in doing so, Mollard was also recognized for his achievements in helping the Ethereal Horse by leaving the enemy cavalry while being a flag bearer, and he was promised a huge promotion to the captain of the new Ritual Warrior Soldier along with his reward.

This liturgical soldier is primarily a force that serves as security for venues and protection for Ethereal Horses in state affairs and in ceremonies inviting dignitaries from other countries.

Three years have passed since the founding of the Eldorian nation, and the number of events citing various countries and inviting dignitaries from other countries has increased. It becomes important to inform the Eldorian state of its authority in such places in order to restrain good domestic and international moves. Until now, Eladia, the chief woman, had partitioned everything, but there was no denying that she lacked strength in a beautifully savoury looking elf woman to make her prestige known.

So there was talk of forming a more specialized liturgical army than before.

Although the Soldier of War is an honorable post, it is a unit close to decorations that will not actually be put into battle. The idea was that it would serve a gentle temperament morado that was not suitable for battle, and that the eye-catching giant would also be foiled (soldered) by the Ethereal Horse who followed him.

However, disturbing air began to flow among the Dinosaurians after announcing it.

It turns out that's not the fault of the Ethereal Horse's mind when he consulted Jahangil's youngest son Pearlshire to see if he could put some other Dinosaurians under Morad in order to get the body of the liturgical soldiers in shape.

"Forgive me for that. Forced assignment will never work"

That is what Pearlshire, a rare and tolerant of other races among the Dinosaurians, said.

"Perhaps Mollard wouldn't want that either"

That being said, when the Ethereal Horse asked Morad directly, he opened his small eyes round and then strongly endorsed Pearlshire's opinion. At that time, I must have hated it so much from the fact that its tail was standing upright pinned like it had even been plugged in with an iron rod.

There's going to be some deep-rooted problem.

The Ethereal Horse thought so. But that's not why I'm so bad at it. At any rate, we are now at war with the Romanian State. It is not a good idea to have a temper on the inside when that happens.

When I told Shemr that, she nodded again, too.

"You always do good things to make things bigger. If that's the case, you'd better not mess with it badly."

To the spicy (shiny) criticism, the Ethereal Horse teases again and begins to write the word "of" with his finger on his elbow. You just thought Shemr had said too much, too, and I'll carry on the word so that I can't fool around.

"Sometimes it's someone who really doesn't engage well. Unexpectedly, that's the only thing I know."

To Shemr's words, the pale horse turns his eyes to the universe.

"If you say you don't engage, this situation doesn't engage you at all either..."

And I said, "What do you mean?" To Shemr leaning his little neck. The Ethereal Horse began to speak in a slow tone to sum up his thoughts.

"It's a battle in Mirza, but that was totally me dancing on the palm of my enemies"

I had been fully read how hasty and upset I was just to show the Romanian National Army going south. And the lured terrain of Mirza is precisely the very place of death where there is no escape. Besides, I was so tired of going around to the rear castle and even trying to completely annihilate ourselves.

When I think back now, I'm surprised that I've been able to cut through it.

"So you're not like Prince Partis."

From what the Ethereal Horse has looked into, Prince Partis is an excellent judge and intuitive person who can instantly read the war situation and hit his best hand instantly. Such a person is a field battle - a general who can only exert his power, especially at the forefront of moments and changing war conditions.

But it didn't seem like a general who just read enemy thoughts, like the Battle of Mirza, lured them to the Deadlands and took more than one hand to seek the annihilation of the enemy.

If they say so much, I can see that Shemr is also trying to say what the Ethereal Horse is trying to say.

"I mean, the battle ahead was the work of other guys who weren't Partis?

"Yeah. I think maybe there's a guy near Partis who put me on"

Shemr was surprised by the words of the Ethereal Horse.

From Shemr's point of view, the Ethereal Horse is a praiseworthy human being, even if it skips being the beloved "you under the umbilical". It's hard to believe that there are people who wear such a pale horse.

"Is such an amazing guy in the enemy? If there really is such a guy, this is a more dangerous situation than I thought."

Before Shemr, who would have a difficult face, the Ethereal Horse frowned and scratched his head burly.

"That's where I think I'm crazy."

Ask Shemr with his eyes what it means, Ethereal Horse explains.

"That's all there is to it, and why would the Romanian National Army just attack the city without darkness? Why aren't you trying to hit the other hand?

For the past month, the Romanian National Army has merely let the numbers say things and attack the city at will. Moreover, the offense is also full of mediocre hands. Then it's hard to drop this city of Gatzen, which had a full defensive system in place. As much as that, the Romanian National Army will have noticed. Yet he still never tires of repeating the same offense. There was also no shard of intelligence that froze that spine, felt in the Battle of Mirza.

"What the hell does that mean? Am I just not aware of that? Or has something happened within the Romanian country?

Strong enemies still invisible.

And the intent of an entirely illegible enemy.

The pale horse remembered the frustration in this muddled situation.

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Allies exposing themselves to ugliness in front of them.

And their soul gall in sight.

Piata remembered her frustration with this muddled situation.

It is in the tent at the headquarters of the Romanian National Army.

There he was in the middle of a military debate where all Romanian National Army generals gathered, starting with Prince Partiz, the general general.

But, as it has already been a month, and still cannot even be attached to the city walls of Gatzen, these days it has been a place for foolish rhetoric and strife to attack the opponent's demeanor by deluding his own failures, which are only named military discussions.

Now and again, one of the generals speaks out to Piata, who was sighing and killing at the ugliness of the generals' lords cursing each other when the soldiers' bravery was insufficient or the operation of siege weapons was too bad.

"Unfortunately, Her Royal Highness Princess Piata. Is there any good way to take down that city?

Piata replies with a smile all over her face when her funny mouth was blocked by eclampsia.

"As the lords who have a history of warfare in the Helens have been distressed, it is difficult to defeat that city. There can't be that kind of handicap in this genius."

And all the generals that asked, and all the generals round about, drew their faces to the likeness of Piata.

That should be it too.

At the beginning of the Romanian National Army siege of the city of Gatzen, Piata insisted strongly that the city should not be attacked.

Simply in view of the situation, attacking the city is never a bad hand either.

The Son of Destruction, who suffered a catastrophic defeat in Mirza, is only four thousand soldiers who survived - and only about two thousand of them should actually remain in the city because they are sending Zoan out of the city one of these days.

Siege warfare is advantageous on the defensive side, but there is no problem if we Romanian National Army, which is only a large army of nearly 20,000.

And above all, there is the Son of Destruction, king of the enemy kingdom. Pushing some damage, but the city of Gatzen is worth just attacking.

But the city of Gatzen was a city strengthened in defense so that even its opponents could continue to protect it for a long time during reconstruction. With thick and strong city walls, supplies such as food and weapons are stored in luxury, and there are numerous weapons such as stone throwers and crossbows. Since it was the Dwarves who specialize in defensive warfare who commanded the whole thing, it's safe to say that the strength of defense is complete.

There are also fewer Eldorian soldiers standing there caged, but far more city dwellers than that. Residents of the city of Gatzen would resent the Romanian nation for its scattered barbarism in the early Seoul.

If the Son of Destruction, who specializes in inciting the people there, waves a hot valve with his tongue, which is dripping with poison, it should be easy to turn the inhabitants into brave and resolute soldiers without leaving them.

I don't want to imagine how much damage would be done if we were to attack that down.

And, as Piata predicted, it seems that one of the city walls still cannot be broken without sacrificing much.

"So I said I should proceed without paying attention to Gatzen,"

Piata was in her chest and spilled like that.

Having just experienced so many great defeats, no matter how much the Son of Destruction's tongue holds in front of his enemies, the soldiers of the Eldorian nation will be able to pull back. Not to mention if it is a slight or a disadvantage, I think it will once again be a great defeat, and that alone even threatens to bring the soldiers to a total collapse.

With such anxiety, there is no way I can strike out of the city with the Son of Destruction.

Then leave about eight thousand soldiers, and that will only be enough restraint to keep the Son of Destruction in the city. Only then can we seal the Son of Destruction's movements and then take down the northern and western parts of the country of Eldor and the central king's capital one after the other with more than 10,000 troops left.

Cage Castle battle in the first place is a battle premised on allied reinforcements. That is no different than the Son of Destruction. If you destroy each of the reinforcements themselves, how can you be the son of destruction and have no hitter?

That way the city of Gatzen, a strong guardian, is no different than just an iron pot hung on fire. Whether it takes time or not, all you have to do is wait for it to boil later. And it's just a good thing that you can expect to fit in and be delicious by then.

So it was Piata, who claimed, and all the generals of the Partisans differed.

Piata had a clear vision of their soul and gall to speak differently.

Their purpose is the neck of the Son of Destruction who is in the city.

Prior to this expedition to the west, it had been confirmed in secret that if we considered the Son of Destruction, Prince Gordia would renounce his right to inherit the throne and Prince Partis would become the next Romanian king. For this reason, as the generals of the Partisans, I would like to mention here the head of the Son of Destruction and to keep the reign of Prince Partise as complete.

So they spent as much military knowledge as they could have, preaching the advantages of attacking the city, and refuting Piata's claims.

In Partis, which, to put it well, listens to people's opinions and, to put it badly, is susceptible to the words of others, if they insist on this, a proximity that has accompanied them for years, they cannot retreat from it. That is how they continue this foolish city attack, wasting their time.

The conditions put on by Gordia to burn the Partis faction were in the form of coming here and coming out on the back.

But if we get this far, it'll be too late to stop attacking the city and move on.

Piata sighed again.

Even though a month has passed since the siege of the city, reinforcements from the Eldor country have not yet arrived. That would be because it does not even take it back and makes it a priority to consolidate the protection of other regions over reinforcements.

And the need for base defense, and not even the Zoans, known for their handsome feet, must be a stomach to let the whole army come to reinforcements after it's time, fearing each destruction.

No, on the contrary, it was even possible that we were taking some measures against the Romanian National Army.

Piata was all alone in the military debate, where constructive opinions would not emerge as one, when she said that she would no longer have to attack down the city as soon as possible to name the head of the Son of Destruction.

Partis is just as bitter at this as he is at seeing the situation.

"Sir and others. The battle is fought forward, and behind is a concern. I want to hear what I see before the lords."

That means that what we need now is future measures and not a strangulation of previous failures.

The generals, who were exposed to ugliness in front of Partis, who would also be future masters, also rushed to correct their collars.

"Unfortunately, Your Highness, Partis. The protection of the city is harder than expected, and it no longer seems foolish to attack this properly."

"Dear Left, Now, cowardly enemies are stuck in the city like turtles while ignoring this, even in search of a showdown outside our city. There's nothing you can do about it."

Others had dug pits from afar and broken down the walls, trying to send soldiers directly into the city, but the generals said frustratingly that all that was being held back by the hands of the Dwarves.

"Throwing in sentences inviting surrender or insider response will not even try to accommodate all soldiers or residents. That's all I'm saying, I've been under siege for a month, and that's not at all diminishing my will!

"Now that we don't even have it on our walls, let's even say that the will is growing."

It is not surprising that if you are besieged by the great armies of your enemies for a month, you can see all the tiredness when it comes to skilled soldiers. However, the city of Gatzen was and still is full of soldiers and inhabitants.

"That, and this, is because of those abominable harpuns!

As the General put it with a bitter face, it was the Harpurans who were responsible for one end of supporting the will of the inhabitants of the city of Gatzen.

"The Harpuns are in plain touch with the outside world, even though they say they drove the Son of Destruction into the city of Gatsen because of it. This doesn't make sense that we're sieging the city!

It is the usual means to use hatteries to discourage warfare against the inhabitants of besieged cities and castles, such as "no reinforcements" or "other cities and castles have already been dominated, and this is the only place left".

However, the use of such hattering was flatly returned as "reinforcements have been contacted when they are steadily preparing" or "other cities have said that no enemy soldiers have even arrived," and it was not effective at all.

This is because the Harpuns, who can fly in the sky, travel freely to and from the King's capital and other cities to keep in touch.

"With all due respect, Her Royal Highness Princess Piata. Why don't you use the princess's bird and get rid of them?

To one of the General's suggestions, Piata answered reluctantly, "I can't".

"There are only two Harpurans under my command. But the Son of Destruction always acts Harpuran in three to four when preaching the decree. My harpuan, though proud of his subordination, is not because he is a warrior. If we crush each other Harpuan, we'll definitely lose, this one inferior in number. If you lose both of them, the Son of Destruction will be free to use Harpuran even more than he is now."

And I said, "Is that still good?" and glanced at him with intent on board, his general glanced at him casually.

To its pitiful appearance, Piata goes on to say even more, slightly soothing the outrage of bird-calling Lara and Lulu.

"Besides, we are both now engaged in monitoring the supply route from Fort Masarca to this point. If you let them pull you out of there, it would be like letting that redhead go wild."

In the words of redhead, the generals of the Romanian National Army flashed their faces.

Not only was he tasted the humiliation of retreating after being breached directly from the front in the Battle of Mirza, but the redhead - Zug's presence - who now leads Zoan all the way to the rear of the army and sometimes raids - was no longer a threat known to everyone in the Romanian National Army.

With Piata's words, Celtius raises his hand for forgiveness to speak. When Partiz nodded to Eagle Deep to allow it, Celtius opened his mouth "fearlessly".

"I strongly address His Highness Partis as the one entrusted with supplying the entire army. It is, for one thing, with the help of Her Royal Highness Princess Piata, who is not only using Harpuran for reconnaissance and raiding Heavy (Shoji) Squads at the cavalry's hourly speed, but sometimes even raids on the back of this conscription western army. If you lose Her Royal Highness Princess Piata's Harpuran here, you will have to spend more time guarding the Heavy Squad to maintain the supply route."

The Partisan general throws up and throws up with frustration, even though Celtius pointed out the issue of his own army, which should also be the head of the opposing Gordians.

"That's a whimsical statement! What do you fear from a single beast!

"Then why don't you let your lord take that redhead?!"

Before the words of Sertius, who was immediately slashed back, the General clogs the words.

Already, when I was the one to take over the redhead, the two generals had taken the soldiers out, but one fled with his life, and the other had not yet returned as one, including the soldiers of the troops he had taken.

More Piata hits the chase.

"Your Lordship called the redhead a beast, but he is exactly right. Moreover, the beast is equipped with human wisdom. Can we not be afraid of this?

Just there I heard Zoan's drums ringing in the sky over the tent cloth.

Then the generals will be as if they had chewed up a bitter worm in their faces.

"You cunning bastards like demons! What the hell kind of mischief are you contacting me with!

"We have been in close contact with each other day. There's a lot of anxiety among the soldiers."

"If we don't do something about that redhead, we can't even focus on the city's offense."

One general raised his hand and asked for forgiveness to speak as the generals muttered their grudges. When Partis allows himself to speak, the general says in a confident tone.

"I have one good idea."

In the attention not only of Partis, but of everyone, the general put the time between them so that they could stick, and then went on to say this.

"Points to the weakness of the Son of Destruction, as attested by His Highness Princess Piata's measures."