Hakai no Miko

Adomius' proposal for a meeting rose from among the generals of the Romanian nation.

It is nothing more than a lethargy to reveal inner consternation and agitation in front of enemy military ambassadors. But even the Marquis Celtius, who was known to settle calmly and value courtesy, could not afford to blame (and) for the failure of the other generals, and could not respond to anything with his eyes open.

Anyway, it is a proposal for a meeting.

It is on the Erdoğa side that we have stuck to the demands of the Romanian state to come out of the city and fight again and again before. And as soon as five or six thousand reinforcements arrived, they reversed their previous posture, and brought the battle from the other side.

Would this be one of the rushes?

Celtius thought so.

I wonder if there's any other intention, knowing this one is looking for a settlement in the field, and showing a bare gesture of accepting it?

"That's very interesting. By the way, which one would you consider as a battlefield?

Perhaps the child of destruction is aiming to use the meeting as bait to fight on the terrain that makes this one unfavourable.

Having thought of it that way, Celtius asked carefully where it would be a battlefield, while showing that he could accept the offer of a meeting.

"His Majesty, Soma, has asked the Romanian National Army, who came all the way out, to apologize for wearing further work. So, how about a plain west of here?

To Adomius's answer, the Romanian side turned further.

I thought they would propose land such as mountains that would make it very difficult to move large armies, and that is the plain. Moreover, if we are to believe the words of Adomius, it is a plain stretching along the river, large enough for both armies to deploy, yet difficult terrain to take measures without ups and downs, such as hills and shrines.

It is also because of such terrain that the Romanian National Army, wary of surprise attacks, moved its formation to the land.

"I beg your pardon, but is the Son of Destruction and your lord sane?

Celtius asked unexpectedly with vegetables.

It is a topography that benefits the Romanian National Army, a large number of people no matter what they think, such as a plain where measures can be taken to deploy large armies. It was hard to believe that such a place would be proposed by the side of the Eldorian country, which is inferior in number of soldiers.

Adomius, who can understand Celtius' confusion well, laughs at one and then answers, of course, that he is sane.

To this, Celtius mumbled.

It is a development that could have been streamed as a joke if Sertius had told me it was not sane here more than he asked me if it was sane. They laughed off the last chance to have mercy, so to speak.

Celtius, who felt insulted, says in a spicy tone.

"If you are the Son of Destruction, apparently you have a severe forgetfulness. You seem to have forgotten how much you lost."

You lost so much in Mirza, you're foolish enough to ask us to meet on the plain this time to win by the number of soldiers.

Adomius responds with no anger to Celtius, who otherwise mocks (bruises).

"Thus saith His Majesty Soma." I am very sorry that I was unable to respond satisfactorily the other day due to the sudden visit of His Highness Partis. Next time we will be welcoming you with all our preparations, so we want you to enjoy it fully '. "

So Adomius laughs, nigga.

"And next, let our 'Black Wall' be His Majesty's shield. If you are from a Romanian country, are you not familiar with it? Our strength was led by His Excellency General Darius, the best general in the Holmeer kingdom. How many times have you been able to intercede with gods of war, samurai, etc., and run away from us like no other?"

All the generals of the Romanian National Army respected it. Now the generals of the Romanian State were cut to the point of insulting the late Dalaios General.

Several of the general lords, who raised blood on their heads, lay their hands on the pattern of their swords.

"In front of His Highness Partis! If you slaughtered an ambassador, your name will be scratched!

A drink of Celtius stopped the rampage of those.

No matter how much blood goes on your head, you can't scratch Partis' honor in the midst of a battle for succession to the throne. But the generals, whose bellies do not heal, wave their tongues instead of their swords.

"Me! Darius and other losers inferior to the heads of the subhuman race!

"If an old man who wasn't even dealt with by Walius the Fool was dead, he wouldn't have exposed himself to old ugliness!

Before such a curse, Adomius divulges a crunch and a laugh at this sight.

"How many times have you been defeated before that His Excellency General Darius? I was told that His Excellency General Darius, who had only a few hundred gestures in the plains of Carrileya, was about to take Ayama Vritas."

Adomius floats his contempt to the full.

"His Majesty, Soma, was recognized as a lodging enemy by His Excellency General Darius, you. I offer my regards to His Royal Highness Partis in old age. Wouldn't it be better for you to leave the soldiers immediately?

It is a terrible insult.

All the Romanian National Army generals dyed their faces red and black in anger.

In it, Piata thought it was a bad idea.

Adomius is obviously trying to insult this one and bring it to a meeting on the plains.

Normally, it's a favorable condition to beat a soldier. But I don't think that Son of Destruction would propose a meeting in such a place without thinking about it. It is only natural to assume that there is some kind of secret.

This must be stopped at all costs.

Regardless of whether it is a forum for military discussions with only allies, it is not good for me to squeeze myself out as a woman in the negotiating arena in front of the enemy's military ambassador, but I will remain in the hands of the Son of Destruction.

Piata tried never to raise her mind, ready to receive criticism from around her.

But on the brink of it, Adomius lifts up his voice as if to control Piata's destinations.

"By and large, it is a pleasure for the Romanian nation to evaluate His Excellency General Darius."

Piata came kachin 'to the words with plenty of disdain on them.

Because Piata intuitively felt that was the word directed at her.

Piata's love for Darius is no less than that of the "Black Wall" or victory. I can even say that admiration is stronger because of how close I couldn't get to it. So it was a strong pride for Piata to be recognized as a disciple by Darius.

And he said, "What do the Romanians know about General Darius?" There's no way I'm not coming to this.

Adomius goes on to say even more before Piata, who stopped moving to spoil the raging emotions in herself.

"Speaking of which, even in the Romanian country, you secretly read His Excellency General Darius's book?"

Adomius' point is true. First of all, the Romanian National Army general Darius himself recognized Darius as a favourite enemy and highly valued his book, the "Darius Guidebook". And it was something that many in the Romanian National Army had to admit was worth a first reading, at the hands of a hateful enemy general.

Gentlemen of the Romanian National Army, pointing out that they were reading the person's book, whilst cursing and putting it down, let out their voices.

Laughing at it with a small nose, then Adomius continues.

"But the book is the book. General Darius, it is not you in person. I've read every book and found out about you. That's an insult to you."

A few of them looked surprised.

Until earlier, I made a fool of General Darius and cursed him, pointing out that I was learning in that book, and from there I figured out General Darius in that book alone. I say don't care.

Because the argument was leaping, and I felt that even the spearhead of some sort of criticism was subtly uneven.

Among these, Piata. Only one person intuited that the uneven spearhead was directed at him.

As if to prove it, Adomius' eyes are clearly directed towards Piata, not Partis. And those eyes said, "I have one stomachache, such as just reading the book and calling myself His Excellency General Darius' last disciple! He was telling the truth."

If this were an unrelated person, Piata would have been able to recieve it, too.

However, the opponent is an officer of the "Black Wall" who has been fighting under its command for a long time as a subordinate of General Darius. Apprentice of General Darius' child, so to speak. For Piata, he is also the one to be described as a brother.

From such a brother, he said, "What do you know about General Darius? I was insulted."

It is not something that can be ignored at last.

Piata shuddered her teeth gushing as she hungered wolf. My whole body is shivering like it's cramped (convulsed) by so much anger.

In addition, even the other generals floated into the fury of Piata, presenting to Adomius the appearance of slaughter.

Everybody, calm down.

It was Partis who stopped it.

"Apparently this guy wants to insult us, piss us off and bring us into a fight at all costs. And what if it's easy?

The generals of the Romanian country, who had put blood on their heads, also returned it to me. Adomius pretends to be at peace with the way it is, but leaks his tongue in his heart.

Rumor has it Partis was short circuited in character. It is a development that Partis, who saw as the easiest to get on with provocation, did not think, on the contrary, that it would condone subordinate arrogance.

Turning to Adomius, who regrets that he was wrong to look at the other person, Partis says.

"My lord ambassador. Tell the Son of Destruction to name the King of the Eldorian kingdom."

Set aside for a beat, Partis said the following words:

"Partis, the Romanian prince, is happy to accept the offer of a meeting."

"Oh, wait, Your Highness Partis!

Celtius rushes in to crack between Partis, who declares acceptance of the meeting with an uncontrolled smile, and Adomius, who puts his surprise on his face at the unexpected development.

"Wasn't it His Highness who told you not to ride the enemy's provocation?! Please reconsider!

The other generals agreed with Celtius urging him to reconsider.

The bad habits of His Highness Partis have developed.

Many generals thought so.

Partis prefers instant instant judgment over consideration and is the owner of a temperament that honors awkwardness over craftiness. That's why I thought I might have received a proposal for a short circuit meeting.

Partis had been asked to refrain from speaking because he feared such a development, but it is deplorable to make a rudeness in front of the enemy's ambassador that he would ride the enemy's proposal cheaply.

Partis asked with a strange face towards the generals who flattered themselves with their mouths.

"Our number of soldiers is roughly double against the enemy. On these terms, why do you insist on turning down the meeting?

Celtius coughs one before answering.

"The Son of Destruction is a rare (wanting) warrior who has defeated the enemy's army many times while being an oligarchy. There's no way to do that, so why don't we meet up with a bunch of us? Please think about it."

"I see. - Your lords say the enemy has a plan, don't they?

In Partiz's inquiry, Celtius and the generals affirmed.

Partis gives one big nod to this and shows it.

"What else?"

Partiz says with a pleasant face before the generals who round their eyes to unexpected answers.

"What the hell is war? Just gather the soldiers and let them fight? No! No! Explore plots, trap, and scratch the back of enemies. It also provokes, frightens, and sometimes insults the enemy. All this is a battle!

So Partis laughed in a bright tone at the bottom, "I can't do anything about it.

"Not to mention the enemy is a rare schemer, the son of destruction. It will be natural to challenge the battle with measures. And it is also natural for your lords to be vigilant about the measure.

But if you're afraid of the Son of Destruction's plan to evade the battle, when do you tell him to fight? He's always on the lookout. Besides, the more respite he gives, the more circumspect, cunning measures he has to prepare and challenge us to fight. "

Exactly true.

The generals couldn't even make a sound.

"Then it's only at this time that we fight. Nothing else!

Partis affirmed.

"Now, our army prevails. To defeat us, the son of destruction, a rare connoisseur, we must use a precaution to cross a single line on a cliff.

So there's your chance! Defeat the Son of Destruction's measures head-on, and now it is a good time to name his leader! It is time to destroy the State of Eldor and fulfill its petition for reunification of the West, a grief since the founding of the Romanian State!

So Partis turned a smile to the generals reminiscent of an innocent boy.

"I'd expect that from your lords, but no?

After a beating, the companions fell on one knee toward Partis, drooling their heads and chanting as they showed their sincere posture.

"" As Your Highness wishes!! "

Partis, with the consent of the generals, laughed contentedly, turning his attention to Adomius.

"That's why, my lord ambassador. Tell your king. Don't hesitate to take measures. This Partis will crush it all and get your lord's neck."

With an innocent smile like a boy, Adomius felt something barometric about Partis drifting the King's style from all over his body.

This prince. That's a tough one to insult, Jen.

It is Adomius who, while so vigilant, leaps his mind into the battle against the mighty enemy. Adomius slaps his own chest vigorously when he perseveres in his chest.

"I understand! I will certainly tell His Majesty King Soma!

Thus, in future generations, the great battle between the Erdoğa and Romanian countries, known as the Battle of the Berte River, was decided.