Hakai no Miko

The pale horse, suddenly cursed by Partis, is surprised and asks Oomu back.

"What coward?

"To the Son of Destruction, let it be decided!

Partis snorted loudly in a grumpy manner.

"I don't know what measures or thoughts there are, but it is not clear that we will be challenged to meet a multitude of us. Now, I'm timid through caution that you would be an English hero and that you wanted a face to face like this, but you're pulling in with shadow fighters all the way here! Bring the real Son of Destruction now!

Apparently, he suspects himself of being a phony.

The Ethereal Horse had a bitter laugh.

I'm used to being treated like a phony. Even the Royal Palace of the Eldorian Nation is sometimes mistaken for trespasser.

Most importantly, it is also caused by the Ethereal Horse.

When you go out in front of many court ministers, the Ethereal Horse also wears gorgeous clothing that looks like a king.

But this gorgeous garment is hard to move anyway. I use even a lot of superior fabrics and still wear ornaments, so it's natural.

For this reason, when the Ethereal Horse was only available to those close to him or to work in public, he used Zoan's clothes, which he received from Shemr, as much as he did in the city of Bornis.

Moreover, it is a pale horse of character that anything is good if it is easy to wear. These clothes have already been worn for years, and there are even traces of broken sleeves, hems, and lacerations. In such clothing, he couldn't have looked like the king of one of the greatest powers in the West End at best.

For this reason, where he left the office with a slight intention of breathing, he was summoned by the guards and ladies of the royal palace and frequently questioned as suspicious.

By the way, that was limited when it was decided and Shemr wasn't with me for something. This also includes the Ethereal Horse saying, "Maybe everyone recognizes me in the presence of Shemr?" It is something that has seriously troubled me.

And in addition to Shemr not being next door again now, the Ethereal Horse, who overlooks his outfit, convinces me.

The horses on it and the horse gear attached to it are splendid, but what they wear is Zoan's clothing, no different from the others. I'm not wearing any weapons, armor, etc. because they tell me to run before I defend myself when my enemies are imminent. Only a bowl of gold wrapped around his forehead and a small mountain knife on his waist at best.

I can't help but be misunderstood with this, says Ethereal Horse, who seems sorry instead.

"Um... I'm dressed like this, but I'm the son of that destruction"

"Don't lie to me!

Partis said as he ate the pale horse's verbal butt. Then I look behind the Ethereal Horse with a mourning look.

"I feel innocent over there. It's the first time I've felt so fresh! When it comes to Yingqi, come on, he's weak, but I'm sure that must be the child of destruction!

A pale horse following Partis' gaze, confidently affirming, found Shemr looking worried about this one ahead.

Shemr has no choice because he is his own half.

Yes, I tell myself, but he was a pale horse with some chest pain.

"I'm not lying. I am the son of destruction."

When the Ethereal Horse asserts on top of each other, Partis just says "persistent," but looks slightly at him. But Partis accidentally patted his eyes.

"Hmm? Huh? Didn't you lie?

Partis's intuition complained that there were no lies in the words of the Ethereal Horse. Still, unbelievably, Partis clenches his neck tightly.

"Are you sure your lord is the son of destruction?

"Yeah. Well, that's what they call it at some point, and that's what I call it, too, but it's troubling when they say it's true. Except for me, I've never seen anyone call me the Son of Destruction or call me that."

When the pale horse answered with a bitter smile, often Partis looked out for him.

Finally, Partis understands that the words of the Ethereal Horse are not lies.

"This was very disrespectful. Forgive me."

Partis honestly admitted his inaction and apologized. Then Partis looks around to value from the tip of his pale horse's toe to the tip of his head.

"Hmm. Right. Is your lord the son of destruction? I heard of the Great Revolutionaries, tyrants, etc., so I thought it was a big enough figure, but this surprised me."

Partis exhaled cheeky.

"As I see it, your lord is an ordinary man"

I wonder if I'm making a fool of myself.

He was a pale horse who thought so, but Partis seemed genuinely surprised.

When that happens, he is originally a pale horse with low self-esteem. Instead of being grumpy, I was convinced I would be.

Then finally Partis realizes his loss there.

"This was overly disrespectful. Forgive me. - But I never made a fool of myself. Instead, I'm impressed."

It wasn't just the words, it was felt from the tone of Partis as if it sounded a spare compliment.

"Your lord is certainly an ordinary man. But the place is rarely of heroes or kings. No, that's more than that. How much determination and affliction has therefore been overcome by your lord, who is an ordinary man, to form it? How many contradictions have afflicted me? The bitterness is too much to see."

Partis put his hand on his chest.

"This Partis. Admire me with all your heart."

Instead of lying or lying, Partis showed deep respect from the bottom of his heart. Partis' eyes narrow unexpectedly, fingering her cheeks wide and pale horses as she seemed to shine with unexpected praise.

"But therefore your lord is dangerous."

To his sudden words, the Ethereal Horse just replied, "Dangerous? I just had to say." Besides, Partis makes a heavy nod.

"That's right! I know exactly why my brother and sister kept their mouths shut and said your lord was in danger."

In front of a pale horse who raises questions on his face as to what this means, Partis puts on an arm and thinks with a difficult face. After a while, Partis pounded his left palm with his right fist as he let his face shine.

"For example. Suppose a very tall tower appeared next to the mansion where I live. It's a tower that can't even reach heaven."

Ethereal horses think of modern Japanese skyscrapers in Partis' words.

"But what would your lord think if the pillars of that tower were thin and still about to break?

Aoima evoked a video of a skyscraper shaking heavily in an earthquake during the Great East Japan Earthquake.

Even though I understand with my head how an entire building disperses earthquake swings by shaking in a seismic structure, if a skyscraper that ripples like that was built next to my house, I wouldn't be very, but I don't care.

"That's scary."

To the blunt words of the Ethereal Horse, Partis looks good at "would be".

"In a tower like that, I don't care when you don't fall. Besides, the higher that tower is, the more catastrophic it will be in case you fall this way. Then I can't help but want to collapse into this one."

"Eh...... So, you're saying that if I were a hero, I wouldn't have had to fight?

Partis returns a bitter laugh at the words of the Ethereal Horse.

"Not necessarily, but Brother Gordia, who hates war, would have reconciled and made a pact of no war. On the contrary, if it was me or my sister, I would have fought with joy."

Partis gave a bright laugh at the bottom about what was funny. Before that, the Ethereal Horse becomes a troubled face.

"What would I have done if I had been a hero..."

To such a moaning Ethereal Horse, Partis makes his face shine just saying he has come up with a good thing.

"We'll never have another chance to face each other like this alone. Then I'd like to take this opportunity to ask you one question."

Partis asks the Ethereal Horse with an astonishingly serious look, as he shines his face with childlike pure curiosity and expectations.

"What kind of a hero is that?

The Ethereal Horse was in trouble.

I have a vague image of a hero. But when it comes to putting it into words, it's hard. For a while the pale horse twists his neck and manages to say the words that come to his mind.

"Do what normal people can't do and be admired by many?

Partis nodded deeply at the answer of the Ethereal Horse.

"Not a bad answer."

"So what's the right answer?

The Ethereal Horse inquired into Partis's reaction, which was neither acceptable nor impossible. But besides, Partis laughs with a big mouth open.

"It's just a sit-down question. There's no right answer."

The Ethereal Horse who ate the shoulder blush gets frightened, "What the hell, it". Then Partis laughs again and then says:

"Then it's boring, so it's just my personal view, let's answer."

Partis says, setting aside a beat.

"I think a hero is my best man."

To an unexpected answer, the Ethereal Horse tells Oomu back.

"My best?

"That's right. - He is, for example, King Holmeanis and King Romanianis, who are revealed in the founding kings of the Holmeian and Romanian countries. You two were just heroes. But how many people would have died because you two fought each other and broke the ancient kingdom? The two countries have fought more than once since their founding, as well as in the battle for statehood. Stack the bodies of those who lost their lives there, and you'll reach the top of the Wolalps."

Uwalalps is a mountain range that separates the central and western regions of the continent. It seems too exaggerated to reach its summit, but that was never an exaggeration, given the long-standing conflict between the Holmeer and Romanian countries.

"If you told King Holmeanis and King Romanianis that so many lives would be lost, would you two have put your swords away, and one of you would have given up the kingdom and been forced to break the ancient kingdom? Would it have prevented subsequent bloody strife between the two countries?

Partis assures the pale horse that he is destitute for the answer.

"No. It can't be!

Partis continues with more heat in his words.

"You two had no patience! I couldn't bear to see that there was something above me, that I would be bound by the laws of others, that I would be ruled by others! No matter how many (whatsoever) it is, no matter what it is, even if it is the brothers who divided the flesh! I must be the supreme! You must be the law! It is self who must rule others and remain of their will!

That's why you two broke up the country and fought for each other! You overwhelming greed! It is I who make men heroes!

To Partis' words, the Ethereal Horse did not interpret.

King Holmeanis and King Romanianis could be called heroes because they launched one country.

But not all heroes are such egotistical and my wretches alone.

Did the thought come to his face, Partis spills a hoot of laughter.

"I know what your lord is trying to say. I would say that some of those who are called heroes are merciful and benevolent."

Partis snorted small.

"But let me tell you, it is also selfish.

Think about it. You just have to pray if you're merciful. If you just want to flatter benevolence, you should practice it yourself and be satisfied.

But whoever is called a hero can only be content with it.

I am sorry if what I say is dominant, honorable, merciful, or benevolent. I'm not convinced if that's acceptable. If it cannot be a country, it will destroy it, and if it cannot be a world, it will destroy it and try to set up a world of nations that accept what they consider to be on top of it.

Whether it is to drive those who show mercy or sacrifice those who believe in benevolence, you will not be able to give up. "

Partis grips his right-hand fist up to his chest.

"My will, my wishes, my dreams, my thoughts are the overwhelming pride to be (why). Unforgivable arrogance that you don't do as you wish. If it's for what you want, be prepared to look after the lives of all the enemies or even those who admire you. To make it happen, anything - even if it is the regulator of the world, even if it is the gods, the desire to fulfill one's own desires by turning all of it against the enemy"

Partis lifts his clenched right fist and looks up at it.

"And that's why people admire heroes."

Partis held his tongue with a gentle grin.

"There are times when people were heroes to everyone. Recruits in front of the first line. A young man who squeezes a few copper coins and steps out into the trade. A sailor rows out a ship in search of a golden land on the other side of the ocean. All of them believed that I was the hero who fulfilled his dreams and made his name blow to heaven and earth."

Partis, waving down his right fist to shake something off, gave him a look that made him even feel the sinking pain.

"But reality is harsh and ruthless. Those who were recruits in the blood mud on the battlefield think that they were just miscellaneous soldiers. In a life of daily food, young people are struck by their own genius. The sailor realized that there was no golden kingdom in the world on the other side of the sea. - And think about it."

Partis says after biting his back teeth slightly.

"I wasn't a hero or anything, I was just a normal person."

The Ethereal Horse accidentally grabbed his own chest.

Partis is just saying what he thinks. But every word of it makes me look at my chest.

"Hence, heroes appear in the eyes of ordinary people!

In front of such a pale horse, Partis barks.

"Heat your chest to the will of a hero who still tries to stand up to the reality you've torn before! I can fall in love with more epic heroic dreams than my torn dreams! Overlay yourself with a hero who survives a frustrating ordeal!

And whenever I crave to be that person, I illusion that that person's dream is the dream, and I dedicate all of that to that person! I can't help but dedicate myself!

Partis inhaled softly. And beat it to the pale horse in lieu of words.

"That's what they call heroes!

The Ethereal Horse was overwhelmed by Partis' words.

I think of many objections to Partis. But I can't speak of it. In front of the words backed by Partis' unwavering complacency, no matter what words I vomited without any confidence or experience, because it could only have been felt lighter than air.

Still, the Ethereal Horse manages to squeeze out his voice.

"If that's a hero, I don't want to be a hero."

If it was only enemies for a purpose, or heroes even at the expense of those who believed in themselves and followed them, then the Ethereal Horse was forgiven.

"Exactly that!

But Partis laughs all the time at the answer of the pale horse.

"Your lord says he doesn't want to be a hero or anything. And as far as I can tell, your lord is not a hero. Your Lordship does not have the thirst to turn anything against the enemy. I have no desire to fulfill it at the expense of any one. I have no dream of breaking everything but doing it.

However, the deeds of your lord are the work of a hero!

This contradiction! This irrationality! An ordinary man would be breaking his heart and throwing everything out. But why can your lord still be a hero? Can you be there? What supports your lord, who is an ordinary man? What drives you?

Partis caught a pale horse with his eyes.

The Ethereal Horse remembers the kind of fear that is seen deep into him, even though he is just being seen.

After a while, Partis leaked a crunch and a laugh.

"I see, I see! Indeed, it is a strong emotion. It is a natural instinct as a person. The strongest emotion, though ordinary. That would be an instinct that would also prevail over the hero's desire. The emotion that drives your lord is that -"

That's when a little wind blew through between them.

"- You are."

Blown out by the wind, Partis' words did not reach the ears of the Ethereal Horse.

But to the heart of the Ethereal Horse, he had arrived firmly at the words of Partis, which he should not have heard.

A cold sweat swept through the temples of the pale horse.