Hakai no Miko

Everyone doubted my eyes and ears even though that Ethereal Horse trusted me more than anyone else and made me angry with Shemr, who even called me his own half.

Besides, that doesn't end there.

How dare the Ethereal Horse devour himself to Shemr?

"I've been shown such terrible things! I think I can handle my head with anger! Shemr is the one who can show you that stuff and put up with it a lot!

Those who were there almost screamed unexpectedly at the roar of the wrath of the Ethereal Horse.

The magnitude of Shemr's presence for Ethereal Horses is where everyone knows.

No matter how the Ethereal Horse had ever been angry - usually to the point of being plumped because Mitu's soup could not be drunk for three days - if Shemru refused, it was common to change his deeds immediately.

Rather than curbing anger, it is an astonishing event for those who know the two, such as eating at the mundane Shemur.

This, I don't know what will happen.

Everyone remembered such fear.

Again, except for one...

"Am I calm, naturally?"

Ahead of the angry spearhead of the Ethereal Horse, Shemr said rather proudly.

Shemr tells the pale horse who faces unexpected reactions.

"Ready? I have just been trusted by you, the" you "under the umbilical cord, who gave all of my soul and my life, and I've even been recognized as half-body. It's not Zoan. You don't know, but you can't be more proud and happy."

Shemr said, "What do you say! All I'm saying is," Keep that rich chest up, then keep the word going.

"Then I shall be your half with this whole spirit."

So Shemr smashed his neck.

"So what's the half-body role? Are you angry when you're angry and moaning when you mourn?

Shemr shook his head sideways.

"No. I don't think so.

It's time to walk, for example. When your right foot tries to come forward, do you want your left foot to come forward too?

No, you're not. Will your left foot stay on the spot and support your right foot trying to move forward? Try to get your left foot forward, along with your right foot, and you won't even be able to walk.

For example, when you throw things with your right hand. Do you also lower your lower body right leg when your upper body swings your right arm wide back?

No, you're not. Doesn't the lower body pull out the right arm that comes later with the left foot forward? With your lower body down, you won't even be able to throw it forward properly "

Shemr looks at the pale horse with no stray eyes.

"Then I've decided what I should do with your half. If you want to move forward, I have to stop and support you. If you're going to stop worrying, I'm going to have to ask you to step forward and move on. And if you're mad, I have to be calm.

And so my emotions, and so on, second, third. Because... "

When Shemr puts his hand on his chest, he says with unwavering determination and pride.

"It's my mission and my pride to do your part."

At that moment, a refreshing breeze blew through.

The wind just blew out the anxiety and fear of those around him, or even the flames of red and black anger borne by the Ethereal Horse.

When the Ethereal Horse covers his face with his right palm, he looks up to heaven and leaks a deep exhale.

"Shit. It really doesn't make sense to Shemr..."

The Ethereal Horse often did not move with his eyes on heaven.

Slightly later, Shemr asks such a pale horse.

"What do you say? Am I acting as your half-body?

To the question, the pale horse, who was looking up to heaven, turned his face to Shemr. And I assure you with a bright and shy look.

"Oh, already! Don't let me tell you that I understand! You are my half. [M] No matter what anyone says, you're my half!

To the words of the Ethereal Horse, Shemr laughs nicely.

"Hmm. Apparently you've settled down"

"Yeah. Calm down"

My anger hasn't disappeared yet. But the anger that was burning all over the back of his brain quenched, and now he's just heavily obsessed with the depths of his chest. This will keep me calm, even if I feel angry.

Shemr nods and shows, yeah, many times to the answer of the Ethereal Horse.

"Right, right. Are you calm?"

With that said, Shemr breathed heavily. Then when you hoist your kick-ass, release your inhaled breath as a roar.

"What the hell, that outer road haha!

To the magnitude of that much anger, the Ethereal Horse happened to block both ears. In front of such a pale horse, Shemr strips his fangs and barks.

"Catch an innocent people you can't fight and kill them to show off. Take it?! Don't be ridiculous! Soma! Order me now! I need you to get that outside neck!

The Ethereal Horse rushes to hold on to Shemr, who is still about to pull out his mountain knife and jump out of the city, winged and tightened from behind.

"No! The enemy is standing by for a trap, so no!

"It doesn't matter! All I have to say is that that outer road is still breathing at this time, and I'm going to get a fire out of my whole body with anger!

Shemr starts treading the estate on the spot with his whole body hair upside down as if his whole body had burned up, as he put it.

"Hey! Calm down, Shemr! Hey, stay calm!

"Calm down?! Can you calm down?!

Shemr barked as he wielded the body of a pale horse that strangled himself.

"... what are you fussing about?"

It was Gallum who came there. Shemr calls out to eat at his brother's appearance.

"Ooh! Hey, Raging Fangs. Now you're coming with me to get that outer neck! Come on, go on with me!

Gallum sighed loudly.

"Why should I go along with your suicide? Unfortunately, I'm looking forward to seeing my son grow up, so I'm not going to go along with your suicide."

Shemru wriggles the arms of a pale horse who wings himself tight, stuffing him in the gallum.

"You! Still a proud Zoan warrior?! I missed it!

"Shut up. Shut up, idiot"

Gallam relentlessly struck down Shemr's argument.

"What if the king's half-baked king storms his enemies? Wasn't it your mission to be the king?

It is a true argument.

Shemr, unable to say back, said on the spot, "Whew!" He began treading on the estate even more intensely, screaming.

The pale horse watching with such a dry laugh over Shemr's appearance feels her gaze.

"What's wrong, Gallum?

To Garam, who was looking down at himself, the Ethereal Horse asked. Gallum often stares at the Ethereal Horse and then leaks a small, relieved exhale.

"No. Nothing. - I just thought idiots were useful, too."

Garam tells the Ethereal Horse after a familiar smile.

"And when His Majesty goes mad, he'll upset even this soldier, so keep him on his way."

To Garam's words, the pale horse was proper.

Hi, this king doesn't seem to understand how much of an impact he has on his surroundings.

That's what I thought. Gallum sighs.

"Your Majesty is the son of Aura, the only goddess of death and destruction in this world. If you piss it off badly, you won't be able to do it if you're afraid of what kind of disaster it will bring with the power of your grace."

Besides, the Ethereal Horse returns it wonderfully.

"But I don't have that kind of favor."

In fact the grace given by the Ethereal Horse over Aura is like a curse that you will no longer be able to harm others or break things. Nor was I going to hide it otherwise, but I was honest with anyone if asked, and that was supposed to be well-known.

To the pale horse who says so, Gallum waves his neck to the side.

"In fact, who believes in such a grace if not even in its eyes? Most people think it's a lie to hide a more horrible grace."

Garam shrugs his jaw and shows Shemr still pissing off his shoulders and breathing rough with hoohoo hoo.

"The Elegant Fang actually kills everyone with its grace. If His Majesty serves his" exalted fangs, "he can't help but think he has a more terrible grace."

If you ask me, I also recall the Ethereal Horse.

I once heard that a man who tried to imitate Shemr was desperate when he touched his grace.

But that was something that couldn't happen without so many overlapping conditions. Even if you aim at it intentionally, it is because it is the act of pride and the grace of Shemr, whose misfortune may come upon you.

But rumors are walking alone.

They say that such detriments are not communicated and that only the fact that they cursed and killed each person is widespread as a rumor.

I couldn't help but think that you, the Ethereal Horse, under the umbrella of such Shemr, had a more terrible grace than that.

If you are mad that you think you do have such a grace, there is no reason for the soldiers to be frightened.

The Ethereal Horse, who was thinking about it, accidentally opened his eyes.

"That's right! - Hey, Sheml!

I trampled the estate so much that the ground of my foothold fell, I finally felt Shemr say, "What? answered."

"I came up with something good. So there's something I need you to tell me."

The Ethereal Horse showed with a nigga and a man's bad grin.

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A drum sounded in the silence of the night.

The sound of a drum being beaten repeatedly with a certain clap is different from the sound of a drum used by the usual Zoans to contact them. It was a clap of music that gave a somewhat harsh atmosphere.

To the sound of this unfamiliar drum, the soldiers of the Romanian country, who were forming themselves in a far-flung circle through the city of Gatzen, went out of their tents to see what was going on. If you listen and look for the source of the sound, you will apparently hear it from the city of Gatzen.

As I turned my eyes to you, I could see one great flame rising above the city walls of Gatsen, which rose blue and white in the sky in the light of the white moon shining in the sky.

It is too big for a bonfire and a strange place for a fire.

The soldiers of the curious Romanian nation came out of formation and approached the city of Gatzen in horror.

"... Hey! What is that?!"

What the soldiers of the Romanian country, who approached the city of Gatzen, saw are two figures standing in front of the flames on the city walls.

One is Zoan and Bumpy from his shadow. The Zoan was holding a drum and pounding the clap he could hear from earlier.

The other is a human figure. Apparently, it is also impossible to be an ambiguous expression. It adorned his whole body with fur and bird wings, and he was dressed suspiciously to see.

And before the flames, he was dancing to the clap of Zoan's drums.

It was a creepy dance.

Move your hands and feet into a crisp motion and shake your center of gravity as if you were intoxicated. Occasionally, I wonder if I've broken my gawk attitude like I stumbled, a way to wave and rebuild my attitude.

It is such a creepy dance as if a child were pulling a thread on an impersonal puppet.

Attracted by the sound of drums and the way they dance, many Romanian soldiers have gathered outside the city walls. Then, finally, the person who was dancing looked back at them and raised his voice.

"I, Aoima Kizaki, the son of destruction, wish to bow!

To that voice, fear ran among the soldiers of the Romanian nation who had been gathering.

The great god that was kept secret - Aura, the goddess of death and destruction - was the only son on this earth to recognize. A wicked magical user who appeared alone in this western realm or no, or who had just succumbed to Zoan with his terrible power, or even destroyed Holmeer, the great power that followed them and was also known as the male of the western realm.

The Son of Destruction, known only by rumors, appeared before his eyes, taking the form of the very evil being that people speak of.

Among the weak-minded even appeared those who slipped their hips and entered on the spot.

The Ethereal Horse shouts at the soldiers of the Romanian country frightened by such horrors.

"It's my goddess Aura! The great goddess of death and destruction, Aura! With the grace of death and destruction, I bring evil to the fools who wronged my people.

Even more pale horses raise their voices as Shemr beats the drum doddly.

"Oh! Aura, Aura! My great goddess! Bring disaster to the fools who wronged my people!

And the Ethereal Horse began to dance again to the clap of the drums that Shemr had begun to slap.

To that appearance, the soldiers of the Romanian country fell into a state of panic.

"Hih no! Of, you'll be cursed!

"The Son of Destruction will curse you!

Shemr, who was slapping a drum by the side of a pale horse as he watched the Romanian soldiers fleeing back to the position trying to fall, screaming so loudly, says with a sinister look on his face that he could tell it was also human.

"Hey, Soma."

"Hmm? What's wrong, Shemr?

To the Ethereal Horse, who answers with a creepy dance, Shemr said only slightly before saying:

"Why would my taught dance be such a weird thing? Please, dance a little better. It's more embarrassing to watch me."

The movement of the pitari and the pale horse stops.

The unexpected motion raised the twist of terror from among the soldiers of the Romanian nation who still remained. In that twist, the Ethereal Horse turns his neck toward Shemr in a giggly, oily robot-like motion.

"Leave me alone!

The Ethereal Horse dyed his face with shame and said so.