Hakai no Miko

After two days of rest, the Romanian National Army, having won a great victory in the Plains of Calilea, began its dignified march towards Holmeia, the capital of the King of Holmea.

In contrast, however, the Holmeer State was unable to take any measures. Now that the main force of the national army led by King Walius had been destroyed, it was no longer in the Holmeer country because the force sufficient to repel the Romanian national army was nowhere to look in the country.

For this reason, in the earlier days when the Romanian National Army was on its way, all the inhabitants or even the knights and lords who were supposed to face the invaders had to flee. And the Romanian National Army marched through Holmea exactly as it did in a deserted field.

But, in addition to that situation, the takeover of Darius, also known as the great victory and, above all, the greatest barrier in the Carrileyan plains, has increased the Romanian National Army.

The Romanian National Army, proud to have no more enemies, took away all the food or hardware that would feed its soldiers if it raided the cities and villages where it was going, humiliated women, and killed the elderly and children in half.

To this, even that Darios frowned.

When he was overwhelmed with anything, Darius told King Dordea to refrain from brutality. With that in mind, King Dordea gave the whole army the touch of admonishing it to kill and plunder uselessly, but he did not know that the brutality of the Romanian National Army would remain.

What, the Romanian National Army lords and generals have now thoroughly destroyed the villages and cities they plundered, killing all those who were there. Finally, the idea is that there's no problem without even the victim suing.

It is ironic, let us say, how tragic a situation has thus been created rather than touched.

Also, King Dordea's response to that was poor.

Where I should have been severely punished is "It is a great victory without complaint. Somewhat floating is inevitable," he said.

Finally, King Dordea himself was the most floating.

To that end, many generals were to repeat their barbarism to the extent they themselves determined that they were "somewhat floating".

I couldn't help but mourn just Darios for this.

"I can't show this to Her Highness."

Behind that remarkable military talent, Piata is still a flattering young maiden. Though against the enemy, it leaves behind the innocence of hating these barbarities.

Only by showing Piata what the Romanian National Army looks like today was the consolation of Darios, to a lesser extent.

It was then that the Romanian National Army, marching as far as plunder and tyranny were concerned, finally reached Holmenia, the king capital of the Holmeer kingdom.

The King's capital, Holmenia, was also the capital of the ancient kingdom, which was formerly the predecessor of the Holmeer and Romanian countries. The walls are thick and high as if they had built up that number of years. Also on its walls stood armed soldiers, showing them the structure of a thorough resistance.

Besides, it is only the Wang capital, and the largest number of inhabitants held there is in the Holmeer country. The number says 30,000 or 50,000. That number will be even higher, as refugees from the east, which the Romanian National Army has invaded, will also be flowing in.

Even if we consider the men who can take weapons and fight among the human beings of such a king's capital to be a fifth of the whole, that alone would amount to about 10,000. If all those men take the plot of total resistance, they can never insult, albeit most, a people who have not been able to fight.

Attacking this directly from the front would be difficult, albeit with the Romanian National Army, which is now gaining exactly momentum.

But King Dordea thinks.

Then don't force yourself to attack, it's just a matter of siege. The accumulation is not endless, even though it is the king's capital. If we do not get relief and support from somewhere, the Wang Capital will soon devour its accumulation by its tens of thousands of inhabitants and numerous refugees, making it impossible to cage castles, etc.

And if the blood shall be strayed out, then it shall be over. If you slap him lightly and show him the reality, such as a mob that hasn't even received a soldier, that should just collapse.

King Dordea ordered Darius to make sure that the enemy had struck out of the king's capital and then set up a camp position just as far away as he could handle and prepare for a lasting battle.

Nor do I intend to spend time in the meantime for no reason. He asked Vritas to open the capital.

Vritas, who had been ordered only by the name of King Dordea's request, waved his tail as the dog who had been fed him, and quickly went to the castle gate of Holmenia.

His brother, King Walius, died, and his only son, Alexius, was also unknown. And Princess Wallina is the only one who stands and cages in the king's capital. Vritas, who no longer assumes that he is the only one to succeed the throne of the Holmeer kingdom, already intends to be king himself. In a magnificent tone, he raised his voice toward the Wang capital.

"The rest will be Vritas Sadma Holmeanis, the new king! Open the gate immediately and welcome the rest!

Vritas' voice echoed with a slight aftertaste. But Holmenia's answer to that is silence.

A few more calls, but Vritas, who was also answered in silence, said, "What disrespect! Extreme disrespect!" I was furiously angry.

However, even if we just keep calling, it will not be clear. Once the castle was opened, Vritas tried to return to the Romanian position, secretly swearing that he would behead all the disrespectful.

It is then.

A small passageway was finally opened beside the huge gates of Holmenia. And from there comes an old man dressed in a miserable guise on a roba.

Vritas waited with his chest up to see if he was finally picked up. He thinks of it as king-like grandeur. But somewhere because of his stomach, which went out more than his chest, it just looked like a toad on the verge of flipping.

Vritas slightly frowns at the old man, who stopped Roba's leg as far as that face could tell. For the face of the old man was none of the heavy ministers or lords that Vritas knew.

But in any case, I am definitely a messenger from Holmenia. Vritas stuck out his belly even more and raised his voice in a dignified manner.

"The rest, Vritas, will be king. Those who have failed to respond promptly to the call of the new king!

Vritas, who intended to intimidate his opponent, but the old man's reaction was unexpected.

"Ahem? What can I do for you? Call Dordea, call Dordea."

Saying so, the old man showed Vritas with his hands pointing his armor at him as if he were going after even the little featherworm.

The Romanian knight, who was accompanied by all the Vritas to this, also peeled his eyes gluttonously.

Regardless of your attitude towards Vritas, it is a call away to King Dordea, the aggressor who has led the great army now not to conquer exactly the king's capital. Instead of being disrespectful, it passed through barbaric courage and was no longer a place of work that could only be described as madness.

The knights, often distracted, put their hands on the sword late, if they do not show Romanian authority with this undead in their hands. But the old man says, as if to control the posture.

"Go back and tell Dordea. He wants to rely on the drunken edge to discuss it with me in" The Hive of Drinking Me. "

The Romanian knights hesitated.

It is nothing but a pattern between King Dordea and the Old Knowledge. It's easy to be disrespectful here, but if it's really between the master and the old knowledge, it's important. The Romanian knights looked at each other in the face before, for the time being, one returned to King Dordea and turned to him for judgment.

Thus came the knight to report under King Dordea, but only in case.

But my lord's reaction to it was just dramatic.

At first, I was surprised (a lot) and frowned, but I immediately opened my eyes and slowly counted to ten, but it hardened. No one has ever seen King Dordea so shocked, not even the recent ones.

King Dordea finally said in a trembling voice as his subordinates watched what the hell was going on.

"Did he really say he was drunk on the edge along with" Drink Me's Nest Hole "?

Somewhere, in the inquiry of King Dordea, with a plea to be so, the knight who came to the report affirmed no doubt.

Then King Dordea rises again, as if he were suppressing the emotions that gush from the back of his chest.

"Get ready. I'm going out myself."

It is a hell of a story, such as the King himself, the General, coming forward in response to the call of the enemy's messenger at a stage where negotiations for the opening of the castle have not yet even begun. The Horsemen and generals conceded as they wished, but somehow King Dordea would not give in as hard as he could. And when they boarded the prepared caravan, they went to the messenger, saying, "Do not follow anyone."

And King Dordea was in the past, swayed by a wave.

The "Hive Hole of Drink Me" that inspired it was the corner where flower streets and slums gathered among the King's Capitals of the Romanian Nation - the name of a liquor store that was more than thirty years old where it was called evil. In an evil place with intense lumps and dizzying shifts in township, the tavern has already disappeared without any trace.

Perhaps few will remember that even the inhabitants of evil places had such liquors.

But for King Dordea, it is an unforgettable place to remember.

That was when King Dordea was still a young prince. I am interested in what is called an evil place all over my youth, and I have traveled with both of my friends with patience.

But the two well-dressed young men were the perfect prey for the outlaws. He was drunk by a drunken liquor served with medicine, and was helped by a guardian whose father the king was secretly wearing where he was floating in the canal behind him after being stripped of his body. After that, my father scolded me.

At that time, when they were scolding me with them, I was mourning them, but once my father king was gone, "Now let's do it well," comes to mind the face of a friend who laughed prankily.

It's him, Your Majesty.

King Dordea returned to me from the abyss of remembrance, even though the knight who came to the report spoke so.

If you look at where the knight points, it was an old man dressed in a roba.

The figure was not what King Dordea remembered.

He who is in the memory of King Dordea is a man with a more decent figure and a full face of temper and pride who stands on the back of his country.

But only eyes like that prank kid shine unchanged.

King Dordea put his hand on his face.

The palms convey a feeling of loss of moisture and roughness, as well as deep engraved wrinkles.

You're old for each other.

To the ruthlessness of the past, King Dordea raises his voice with a bitter laugh.

"Long time no see, Aurelius Erbazizo"

King Dordea called the name of his former best friend.

"It's been over thirty years, Dordea."

Aurelius - The old man, now named Solon, responded accordingly.

But words don't last any longer. Between the two, silence often flows.

It's not like I don't have anything to say. There was so much to say that I didn't know what was good for my mouth.

In the meantime, King Dordea talks about the present.

"He asked for a discussion with the rest, but what can I do for you?

Besides, Solon briefly tells us what to do.

"I want harmony"

That's what King Dordea expected, too. Perhaps even the intermediary of harmony was asked by the Holmeer State because it is a known intermediary with itself.

King Dordea, who guessed so, makes him nod small just to keep going.

"Just mention Walius' neck or even Darius' neck, and no longer from anyone's eyes, Romanian victory is certain. So satisfied. Leave the soldiers here, Dordea."

But King Dordea says, in a resolute tone.

"I can't do that"

It was an unheard wish, albeit a favor of an old friend of mine.

"It is the grief of the Romanian nation to calm Holmea and rebuild the ancient powers. I've come to the point where I can't help myself to the achievement of that grief. You can't leave your soldiers here."

Naturally, Solon expected that response as well.

"I guess so. For you, it's finally here."

King Dordea nods loudly.

"That's right. Finally, after all the sacrifices we've made, we're finally here."

It is in readiness to make sacrifices in order to achieve one's own aspirations. And many of those who have so sacrificed have learned about their dreams.

I am not lost in King Dordea who is so sure.

But there was only one exception.

"The only thing I regret is what I lost over thirty years ago because of my remaining stupidity and stubbornness."

In Dordea's words, Solon's eyebrows move in a pinch.

Regardless, King Dordea turned his gaze far beyond the sky.

But what King Dordea sees is not the sky at this time. It is a far past scenario that has passed.

"For the remainder of his reign, he was afloat with hundreds of subordinates and tens of thousands of soldiers who vowed to remain subordinate. I can do anything else. Only then did I overbelieve that it was God's incarnation - no, God Himself.

He was also so narrow and even stubborn that he could not admit his mistakes, even when he realized otherwise.

As a result, the rest of us lost what we thought were our best friends. "

Thinking of his old foolish self, King Dordea leaks a deep breath of remorse. Then I look into Solon's eyes.

"It was the rest of the mistake. Forgive me, Aurelius."

Painfully silent fell.

After a while, Solon also responds with one sigh.

"I don't care what you say now. If I really wanted to stop you, I should have risked my life to stop you. Even if he was unable to do so later, he merely publicly declared his incompetence."

To the words of Solon, King Dordea felt his chest grasped.

"What do you say, Aurelius? Can't we serve the rest again?

King Dordea, who for years had grabbed what was on his chest, said in a sunny manner.

"The remainder intends to entrust the former prime minister of Holmea to the left, the former prime minister to the right, and to place on top of it a kingdom (Shikoko) that will govern the Greater Romanian Empire as the remainder of the right arm. Aurelius, as a companion to the great Romanian Empire, I want you to help the rest."

And the servants shall be filled with groans.

The Romanian State also has a clean prime minister. Besides, he is now one of the most powerful in the country who is also the stepfather of the second prince who keeps him away in his own country. If you go in due course, that prime minister should be a patriot. Jump over it and suddenly promote an old man who doesn't know who he is to the country. I don't know what's happened between you two in the past, but that's not an unusual story. I even feared that if I did poorly, I might even cause chaos in the country.

Of course, I understand about that with King Dordea.

But whatever the opposite, it was a statement prepared to push it off.

At this invitation of King Dordea, Solon puts his hand on his mouth and makes his face nod. And I began to shake that shoulder small so as to endure something.

I wonder if King Dordea has impressed me with his appearance.

By the way.

What I heard from that solon was not too much whimpering (nagging) that I was impressed with. It is the laughter of being pushed to death.

Then the laughter grew louder, and even less, Solon looked up nagging. And finally, I try to turn my back and start laughing.

Besides, to King Dordea, who opens his eyes to see what the hell is going on with this, Solon mocks and says away.

"Serving you again? That's a bad joke, Dordea."

Solon further says to King Dordea, who is surprised.

"Why should I serve you when I already serve someone far better than you?"

And Solon raised his right arm.

Once in a while, the sound of a drum pounding violently from Holmenia, the flag of the Holmeer country on the walls falls, and a new flag stands in its place.

And its center. Rising high above a gate as large as it looks up is a big black flag that emits a different colour that suppresses others.

Drawn in the center of that flag was a crest like a combination of 8 and ∞. Its creepy crest, as if two snakes intertwined their bodies, devoured each other's tails, and also seemed to wander.

That is nothing more than the engraving of Aura, goddess of death and destruction.

And there is only one person in this vast continent of Cerdeas who uses such an engraving as a crest.

"That was late, Dordea. Holmenia has already been dropped by our master, the son of destruction, Soma Kisaki!