Hakai no Miko

Piata, who was walking inside a Romanian National Army camp following only one Demetrian, leaks in frustration.

"Damn, that's hard work."

Piata was right, the Romanian National Army position was surrounded by some gloomy atmosphere. It's like escaping something horrible, jizzing my breath and lurking myself. It was dominated by such dark, strained air.

To Piata's soliloquy, Demetria returns.

"I don't know if that's possible or impossible."

So Demetria whispers to cover her surroundings.

"Now everyone in our army is afraid of the curse of the Son of Destruction."

"Until you say that?

Piata laughs with her nose, but Demetria's face doesn't clear.

"But he is the son of Aura, goddess of death and destruction. No wonder he had a grace that cursed and killed others."

"That's impossible."

Piata overtakes Demetria's concerns.

"The priests say that the gods rarely intervene in the world of men. I hear you won't be too overpowered to grace your beloved son."

So Piata lets her gaze wander into the universe as she explores the memories of the past.

"Remember? It was over a decade ago, but there will have been Saint Maidens in our country"

Demetria remembers by putting aside a beat.

"Are you referring to His Highness Parfena of the Kingdom of Shpamul?

Parfena, princess of the westernmost kingdom of Shpamul, also in the western realm.

But she is more known for another reason than the princess of the Kingdom of Shpamul.

That is, one of the Sons of God of the three human beings who live in this day and age. As Son of the West Side "St. Maiden" Parfena...

When Parfena was chosen as her son, Parfena once toured the countries of the West, a girl who called herself the Patron of Mercy, which conveyed the love of God in man.

In fact, the Kingdom of Shpamul was meant to make known that its royalty had become the son of man God, but along the way it had also visited the Royal Palace of the Romanian State as a tribute visit.

"The power of his grace is like a miracle."

At an early age, Piata exhaled with admiration, thinking of the sight when she was actually shown the power of grace in front of her. But soon, ironically, he hoists one end of his lip.

"But like you said, you're never the all-powerful force. It is also clear from the fact that the Virgin does not intend to be exercised the power of grace until she has taken the oath that she will not be held responsible for any consequence".

Piata tinkles her nose and then looks back to Demetria.

"It is the word of a great cleric, but grace is only a grace to your son. It seems that the gods do not want to change man's world with just that, either. - Well, that's natural."

Piata shrugged her shoulder a little.

"I am one person who thinks and acts on my own. I'm proud to be me. You think that's just the power of God's whimsical grace to kick and trample? Are we Yamako from the sword penetration platform at the practice station?

Piata tells me to throw up.

"I'm not kidding. Eat shit like that."

Demetria cautions, "I was wondering how it would be as a princess to say 'eat shit' and so on," and then anxiously frowns.

"But I hear that a soldier standing on the night watch stopped coming back while he went to make sure of the suspicious noise"

But Piata laughs at it with her nose.

"That's what I hear, too. But when I checked, there was no more luggage for the soldiers who could disappear. I mean, a planned escape from the enemy."

It was Demetria so disconnected by Piata, but even more so.

"One of the platoons in the scouts disappeared."

But again, Piata answers immediately.

"He went to the scouts with excessive food for a quick return. This is also a planned escape from the enemy."

"Now, when a soldier complained of malaise when his body felt heavy, worried he wouldn't wake up long in the morning and went to see, he said he was turning to stone on his bunk,"

"He put a stone in his place on the bunk and put a cloth on it. A craftsman to slow the discovery of the escape."

"All of a sudden, I screamed something unintelligible and wondered if it was rampant, like there was a soldier who flipped out as it was"

Then Demetria just said how about this, but even that made Piata laugh away.

"That's just a rumor, too. I asked quite a few soldiers, but everyone was hearsay and didn't actually see it. Thank you. The truth is that the story of a soldier drunk and rampaged upside down on his own seems to have happened with exaggeration and misunderstanding. Of course, he's not dead just drunk."

Piata and the word of the priest alone do not measure the power of the grace of the Son of Destruction. After examining the alleged curse of the Son of Destruction one by one, Piata was convinced that there was no such thing.

But even if we explain it properly, many, like Demetria today, are frightened by the curse of the Son of Destruction.

"It's as if everyone and he want to believe in the curse of the Son of Destruction"

Piata discards herself to spit out the bitter.

But yes, there's no point in Piata feeling it either.

People tend to be more attracted to bad future information than to good future information. This is what we call a psychological defensive mechanism to assume the worst future situation and to try to reduce the mental burden it receives when it actually happens. It is also because of this psychological work that many people believe in the prophecy of the end theory and disaster of emerging religions.

And the curse of the Son of Destruction was similar.

To dispel such bad rumors, it is necessary to strike out the correct information clearly and forcefully.

And it is none other than Partis, the general of this Romanian National Army, who can do it.

"If only Brother Partiz, the general, had said that there was no curse."

So Piata put her hand on her forehead as if she had remembered even with a headache.

"Brother Partiz, you're vulnerable to these stories..."

It was an audacious Partis on the battlefield, but it was actually weak to paranormal phenomena - so-called sorceries, curses and ghosts.

Now pretending to be calm based on his position as general general, he had not hidden his inner anxiety. Even if such a Partis denies the curse, it can be counterproductive.

Piata took a deep sigh.

"Damn, he's a big guy. I didn't expect to beat the morale of our Romanian army to pieces with one of those unusual dances."

Demetria speaks up there. Piata, who turned her attention to the one she said, could see the general heading to the city of Gatsen from now on to show off.

It was pitiful to see the general, who would know that the Son of Destruction would not come out so long, but would nevertheless continue to show off his vanity.

But I didn't say more about it and the soldiers he could lead. Everyone blues their faces, and some of them whisper. Now the peasants who are being taken to be killed will still be better off.

And it happened before the Son of Destruction watched from above the city walls, as usual, when the General ordered the peasants to be killed.

"No!!"

One of the soldiers screamed and refused.

The voice also reached the Romanian National Army faction, and people gathered here and there wondering what had happened.

"You miserable bastard! If you say you can't hear my orders, you'll be condemned to death! If you don't like it, just kill them!

When the miscellaneous soldiers, the rebellious general turned bright red in his face and yelled at him.

The opponent is a soldier. If you think you bought the General's unhappiness, which leads thousands of soldiers, that's the only thing that shook you up and showed your obedience flat out without glory or outrage.

But not at this time.

"I don't like it! I'm sorry!

The soldier turned away, drawing his face to fear, weeping and even drooling his nose.

"You! Do you want to be guilty of death?!"

He was a General with a nose for the unexpected anti-life of a single soldier like a bug, but he immediately raised his anger with more anger than earlier.

"Kill these guys and I'll be cursed by the Son of Destruction! You'll be cursed and killed anyway! It won't change!

But the soldier still turned against him.

To the sight Piata chewed on his back teeth with gibberish.

"... not good"

The generals and the Horsemen who lead the troops are, from the soldiers' point of view, the absolute powerful ones who hold the right to life and death. The fear of the curse of the Son of Destruction outweighed the fear of disobedience to that power.

More fear of the curse of the Son of Destruction than expected is spreading throughout the Romanian National Army camp. Even if the Son of Destruction came alone as it was, the soldiers at the end could escape driven by fear.

As Piata remembers such impatience, the General furthermore yells at the soldiers with fierce anger.

"Just do it! I told you to do this, but I can't hear you!!"

"If you say so much, you do it! If only you had been cursed to death by the Son of Destruction!!"

To put it that way, the soldier slammed the sword in his hand at the foot of the horse on which the general would ride.

Once that happens, a fierce metal noise rings.

That just happens to be the sound of a knocked sword smashing into the ground and coming out. But suddenly the general's horse was surprised to hear it up close. He suddenly swung up his front leg and stood up with only his rear leg.

I can't wait for the general who was on this. He fell from the back of the horse and fell to the ground.

Did you get a passive just before you fell, and fortunately the general didn't suffer any major injuries, although he sustained some bruising.

But the twist rises from the soldiers of many Romanian countries who have witnessed it.

"No way, a curse...?!"

"I knew it was a curse...!

"A curse. The curse of the Son of Destruction!

Piata leaked her tongue sharply as the soldiers around her bothered.

At the next moment, Piata flew out of the camp. Piata rushes to the generals, shaking off Demetria's voice calling her to stop herself, single-breathing out the sword she was wearing on her hips.

And slapped off the peasant's neck, which had been captured with a wave of that sword.

Shinji's surroundings calm down.

A raw neck that had just been slapped down in it rolled all over the ground.

With a rough breath on his shoulder, Piata, who looked down at it for a long time, raised her voice as she raised her face.

"Son of Destruction ooh!!"

Piata poked a sword wet in blood at a pale horse looking down this way from the top of the city wall.

"My name is Piata! It's Piata dea Romanianis, princess of the Romanian country!

When you raise your name so high, you stick the cutting-edge of the sword wet in blood to the body of the peasant you put in your hand.

"What do you think?! You saw it, Son of Destruction! It was this Piata who killed your people! This Piata killed your people! Come on! Let me see your curse and your tricks! If you can curse me to death, let me curse you to death!

With that said, Piata slaughters another peasant.

"What's wrong, Son of Destruction?! What's wrong with your curse?! Can't you kill one woman?!"

And kill one more.

"WHAT?! STOP ME, SON OF DESTROY!!"

Piata, who had slaughtered and killed all the peasants who had been captured while screaming so, showcased his sword on the ground with his arms open against the Ethereal Horse standing on the city wall.

"Come on! Curse me to death and show me! What's wrong?! Can't even curse me to death of a weak woman?!"

The voice of Piata seemed to be directed toward the Ethereal Horse, and it was not.

It was directed at all Romanian National Army generals who now watch what happens from the rear camp.

With countless gazes of Romanian National Army generals on his back, Piata stares at the Ethereal Horse standing on the city wall.

And the Ethereal Horse also looks down at Piata with a rugged look.

The two silently and fiercely hit each other in sight.

After a while, Piata shouts her nose loudly and pulls out the sword that was protruding to the ground, poking it again at the pale horse.

"This Romanian princess Piata will never fear your curse or anything! Never!

Saying so, Piata slowly walked out as she turned her heels back on the spot.

On his way back to the camp, Piata turns only to her eyes with her scorn on her gaze as she still passes by the side of a confused general dressed in buttocks on the ground.

"You look unusual. Get your soldiers together and return to the camp immediately."

Piata tells the general to throw up, overwhelmed by his temper and only to nod small in obscurity.

"And also to stop making pointless appearances. Brother Partiz, let me tell you something."

Leaving behind that, when Piata returned to the camp, countless generals had gathered there at some point to build a hedge. When Piata approaches to push the attention of all its people, she makes a noise and cracks the hedge. Only one deputy Demetria remained.

"Your Highness, don't be impotent."

Piata returns her words to the words of her loving deputy.

"I bathed in returning blood. I beg your pardon, but bring water to my tent."

That's all he left to say, Piata made footsteps with Zukazka and headed to his tent.

It was Demetria watching over that back, but she looks back when she realizes signs of people approaching behind her back. Then there were the fierce men of the hundred wolves, and Angus, who led them.

"That's Her Royal Highness Princess Piata. I'm impressed."

Demetria frowns slightly at Angus's mouthfeel of not being admired.

"I'm telling you, Your Highness, no matter how hostile your country is, you're not ruthless enough to hold an innocent people in your hands."

Angus says, "Don't get me wrong," then puts a nostalgic look on his face.

"Once His Excellency General Daraios, you said: Even if our knights call us battlefield medals (Isao) and knight pride, what we do is murder. He said it was a fucking act."

Now to the words of his late grandfather, Demetria opened her eyes small. Angus goes on to say things to Demetria like that.

"And in times of need, you can't rely on someone who's misworn the weakness of his will so that he can't stick his hands in that shit as clean and white."

Angus then looked around at the soldiers of the Romanian country who spoke with an excited face of what had happened earlier everywhere in the camp.

"Earlier, the summit of the mountain was also the border between exactly the dropped balls falling north or south. With Her Royal Highness Princess Piata, the balls would undoubtedly have tumbled down to the enemy."

That said Angus drips his head toward Demetria.

"Once again, we are convinced that Her Royal Highness Princess Piata is the one we deserve to follow."

And the Ethereal Wolves drowned their heads.

And when Demetria said, "Thank you on behalf of Her Royal Highness," she took to Piata's tent. When Demetria entered the tent with a bucket of water she received along the way, there she was struggling without untying the strings of armor worn by Piata.

Demetria, bitterly smiling at her clumsy husband, takes the place of untying the armor strings. To Demetria like that, Piata says with a face that looks bad.

"That, what. You're not gonna say anything to me?

"I already mentioned it earlier. I know you don't have to say anything more."

Demetria answered as she helped take off her armor. Not even one of the novels is yet uncomfortable, Piata says as she asks Demetria to wipe the blood back scattered on her face with a cloth wet with water.

"Sorry, Demetria. I know you're always crushing your heart around me, but I want you to be even more careful than this."

"Naturally. If your Highness is now injured, let's engage the morale of all our armies."

Piata nodded to Demetria's words that sounded like if she hit them.

"That's what I'm talking about"

He prevented the collapse of all armies by showing that he, the princess, was not afraid of the curse of the Son of Destruction. In case anything happens to you here, it is obvious that it will strike the Romanian National Army with more fear than ever.

Demetria says as she squeezes the cloth immersed in water.

"Then stop participating in the training of the Hundred Wolves. It is important if you are injured. Please refrain from horseback riding for the time being."

Then Piata becomes a pitiful face like a child who has been taken away with an important toy.

"Huh? No, about horseback riding..."

"If an Erdoğ interlocutor had snuck into the position, how would you like it? If even thorny branches are planted under the saddle (kura), the horse will be rammed and Her Royal Highness will be shaken off as soon as it crosses (again). It's enough to throw even pebbles on the nose of the horse being ridden without having to do that."

It is a good opinion all the time. Piata silenced herself with no sound whatsoever.

Demetria, who was wiping Piata's bloody hand back like that, realizes that her hand is trembling in small pieces.

"... Your Highness?

Piata is not just a commander who fits in the rear. To date, we have taken over many enemies in bandit crusades and rebel crackdowns across the Romanian country. It was unusual for it to tremble just now with a few more peasants on its hands.

To Demetria's anxious cry, Piata holds her fist small.

"... hehe. Shivering's here by now."

At that time, what Piata thought of was the eyes of the black eyes that had looked down at herself earlier.

"He says he's been lurking well in his blind spot, and now he's admitted me. You're scared. Oh, you're scared."

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"That's Piata. Piata dea Romanianis..."

Even after Piata returned to the Romanian National Army camp and her figure was invisible, the Ethereal Horse continued to tumble over the city walls. Its face was directed straight at the Romanian National Army camp, and its eyes were poured on Piata, which could no longer be seen.

We were only a few moments away.

The hattering of the curse I had set up was more effective than I expected, and it was enough from here that I could see the morale of the Romanian National Army falling day by day.

Not far from this, the Romanian National Army collapses on its own.

It was so visible and effective that I was so sure.

But the certainty was now like water spilling from between my fingers, and then it had fallen out of my own hands.

It is also all because of one of the princesses of that Romanian country.

When the Ethereal Horse calls Pipi, he tells him short.

"As soon as possible, contact Mr. Solon of Wang Capital. As far as I can tell, he wants me to put together some information about Piata Der Romanianis."

Even after a loud wingspan and Pipi flew away, the Ethereal Horse continued to gaze even at the Romanian nation's camp.

In front of him, he said he had once again been tragically murdered of his people, but at this time the Ethereal Horse felt no anger or hatred.

What I feel more than that is strong animosity and war.

"Soma, is that the guy you were talking about?

Shemr asked such a pale horse with an unsafe face.

Previously, Ethereal Horse said Mirza's battle was by unidentified plotters other than Partis. And the Ethereal Horse nods heavily to Shemr asking if that is that Piata.

"Yeah. Probably. No. Definitely, that's the guy. That's my..."

The Ethereal Horse did not speak at this time.

But there was certainty.

That's my enemy, he said.

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Then Piata complained directly to her brother, Prince Partiz, who cared bluntly that her sister had been cursed. "I want everything to be left to me". It was Partis worrying about his sister, but he had to reluctantly admit it before Piata's strong request and will.

Thus, with the formal permission of his brother Prince, Piata began to make it stand when the Ethereal Horse began to dance on the city wall from that day on.

Sometimes I admire the liquor cup while I play (oh), and sometimes I beat the drum myself to set up the poor dance of the Ethereal Horse, and sometimes I make myself laugh by imitating the Ethereal Horse dance.

And at the end of the day, it was decided, "What happened to your curse, son of destruction! This is how I'm pimped!" He lied.

To this many of the generals frowned.

For the deeds of Piata were nasty behaviors that were not only those of the princesses of the great kingdom.

However, confidence in Piata grew from the soldiers in general in inverse proportion to it.

Piata's hair, which is sidelined by Piata's squire, was bought and sold among the soldiers for a high price as a curse avoidance amulet, and even Piata's horse shit was traded, so the frenzy is disturbing.

And it grew bigger with time.

At last, if Piata walked in formation, many soldiers, regardless of their affiliation, would kneel.

From the soldiers in general, Piata had become the Virgin or Goddess herself protecting herself from the curse of the terrible Son of Destruction.

Even if the curse hatchet stops coming through, the Ethereal Horse doesn't have enough force to just strike out of the city.

Piata can't drop the city's defenses forward with a positive attack, even if she can cast out the curse's haunts.

The battle between Ethereal Horse and Piata, where the blades could not be crossed, went by while remaining glued.

And a new move occurred on the battlefield when roughly two months had passed since the start of the Gatzen offensive.

On that day, the Ethereal Horse, who had wandered in his bedroom at a time when the morning sun had only just risen, was woken up by Shemr, who jumped into the room.

"Soma! There's been a move in the Romanian National Army camp!

When the flying horse quickly changed his clothes, he rushed with Shemru over the city wall.

Then, as Shemr told me, movement was seen in the Romanian National Army camp. Many of the tents that had been narrowly erected in the camp had been folded, and the fences that had surrounded the entire camp had also been removed. Some troops are wary of this one and taking a critical stance to intimidate them, but the majority of the Romanian National Army seemed to be engaged in the withdrawal of the camp.

"Are you finally going to give up and retreat...?

I raise my voice to answer the Ethereal Horse that leaked so.

"No. I don't think so."

It was a gallam. Garam also says as he watches the Romanian National Army withdraw its camp again.

"I asked Harpuan to scout, and he seems to be relocating the camp from the city farther away from where it is so far"

If we are to give up the invasion and retreat, we will not have to bother relocating the camp. But I don't know what it means to bother to move the camp in my spare time.

The sound of wings pounding from overhead fell on the ears of the Ethereal Horse, who was speculating on the intentions of the Romanian State. It was Harpuran's commander who descended from the sky to the side of the Ethereal Horse.

"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty."

Apologize for the disrespect Harpuan. The Ethereal Horse tells him "never mind" as he stares at the Romanian National Army camp.

"Did something happen more than that?!"

In the words of the Ethereal Horse, Harpuran takes the attitude of a subordinate who lays his wide spread wings on the ground before raising his face.

"A few days ago, reinforcements led by four generals, Adomius, Gurkaka, Banuka and Norzuri, left the Wang capital. Tomorrow, we are going to arrive in this city of Gatzen!

Plus, the Ethereal Horse turns to momentum.

"Right! We're finally here!

The Ethereal Horse held his fist for a long time.

The second phase of the Romanian battle, the Battle of Gatzen, was about to end with glue, and the third phase, the Battle of the Berte River, was about to begin.