Hakai no Miko

The Ethereal Horse, who managed to drive the Romanian National Army back from the castle, let the drums continue to pound and burn its own if it was near evening again. It was meant to make the location of the castle known from afar, so that many soldiers alone could reach it safely.

Kofi, and in the castle came back the soldiers of the Eldorian kingdom, who had been defeated more than Mirza. All of the soldiers who were able to survive that way were terrible.

Even the soldiers of the human species, who withdrew with little to no fatigue, came through the mountains without rest, and their whole bodies were covered in dirt and mud, for they saw. It was even worse if this were also the Dwarf that had caused the troops to collapse. There are few who are intact. Many of them suffered life-threatening deep wounds, and few of them lost their lives here, even though they were able to reach the castle because of it.

Now and again, one Dwarf quietly takes his breath away without the merit of an allowance.

"Your Majesty. Now it's more about moving to save a little more than regretting"

It was Setius who spoke so to the pale horse who was heartbroken by the sight of Dwarf losing his life in a defeat due to his own failure.

"This will not be the end of the fight against the Romanian state. You have to rebuild your posture immediately to prepare for the next battle. And isn't His Majesty the only one who can do that?

The usual face is, where do you go? With a gentle grin, Setius said as he handed the cooked soup and wine to the still young human soldier.

But the soldier who received the soup and wine said, "Thank you, my lord!" And to moisturize his eyes with gratitude, for some reason Setius draws his cheeks.

Setius, who stood up telling him not to care, was again the usual rare face.

He was a pale horse from the teachings Setius, but he can't change his mind right away. Many sacrifices have been made in previous battles. But it is also that which came by dividing the sacrifices necessary for victory from the Ethereal Horse.

The blame, however, is entirely due to my own failure this time. I made a sacrifice I didn't have to make by my own failure. That was the heart of the pale horse. Shemr, who is supposed to decide at a time like this to support the Ethereal Horse, is also not here now. The Ethereal Horse raised her face so that she could be pulled by the sound of another drum, slapped between the sounds of the great drum.

At the end of the Ethereal Horse's gaze, he stood on the roof of the castle building with the starry sky behind him, and there was a figure of Shemr slapping the drum.

My brother Garam and many Zoan warriors who were led by him have not yet returned. For those yet to return compatriots, Shemr is beating Zoan's drum.

The Ethereal Horse also understands that it is necessary. He also knew that Shemr was never blaming himself.

But still, it never seemed to me that this distance now was the distance between her and herself placed from Shemr by this great defeat.

His face is bitterly distorted, and the pale horse holds his chest.

I could hear a little noise in the ears of such a pale horse.

Another newly fleeing soldier than Mirza must have reached the castle hall.

The pale horse, who thought so, turned to the noise of the surviving soldier. And the Ethereal Horse opened her eyes.

The noise was caused by the surviving elves - the Eladias and the Black Elves Archers who stopped to stop the enemy's pursuit on the mountain path.

Gloss appeared to be worse than a dwarf. Just because I know what a regular glaring woman looks like, the pain in the pale horse looks all the more remarkable. Eladia, who was walking at the head of them like that, noticed the Ethereal Horse, poking a knee on the spot and drooling her head.

"Dear Soma. We are returning to you now."

Eladia was also injured when she announced her return.

Its beautiful face was dirty with blood mud, and its hair had hardened blood creeping red and black. The left arm, draped without force, appears to be fractured, with a tree that looks like an escort. From the gap in the cloth that binds it, I could see that the skin, which was white and lustrous like a pearl, was dyed red and black with depression.

As Eladia smiles softly, she looks back to the equally thankful Black Elf Archers behind her back.

"It was not sneaky to abandon the sisters who served in the mountains, and this is how I brought them. I apologize for being so late."

If you saw the black elf archers behind you in the words of Logging Eladia, they would have had something like a simple soli made out of branches that had just come out. And there's already a breathless elf lying quietly there. The elves of the Black Elf Archers are those who, in ordinary times, are female officers in the palace of the Ethereal Horse. The breathless elves are those who saw their faces well, even for the pale horses.

Even though such men returned unspeakable wreckage, the Ethereal Horse distorted his face into pain that scratched his chest.

"Why, that's it..."

Eladia replies with a smile to the whining of a pale horse pushed out by guilt.

"Dear Soma. This is the grief of many of our sisters."

Side Eladia pokes her knees at her breathless compatriots as she stands up. And wipe the blood mud off the cheeks of your colder compatriots with their fingertips. "Many of us have been saved from nightmares by Master Soma. But that past can't be erased. Many of our sisters are still suffering."

Just because I was helped doesn't mean that it's all over. Just because I was liberated, that didn't solve everything.

Whimpers A few people leak into past scenes remembered by some applause, screaming and jumping into past nightmares they visit night after night. Eladia says as she trims the flaky hair sticking to the body's cheeks with her hands.

"For those sisters, it is a joy and yet another sorrow to spend their lives saving themselves, for the sake of Soma, who has saved them, and who still suffers - saving themselves from the past"

"Have a look," Eladia said, wiping the blood mud, showing the face of the body of her fellow countryman with her hair done.

"The happy faces of these daughters who have fulfilled their full aspirations"

The Ethereal Horse was surprised.

Eladia was right, and every elf had a smile on its dead face.

Disease "This, too, is all our own wish. It's not something that Master Soma cares about," he says. There's a voice in tune with Eladia.

That's what I'm talking about.

It was Doverlyn. Dvarin snatches away the warm wine that the Ethereal Horse had and takes it all at once. I immediately said, "What is this wine like water?" Then throw away the empty cup and then say. "Spare Yale, you can't build Uesuki. Fighting and dying is what we do with confidence."

Whisky must be distilled in large quantities to make it. Turning it around, it was an adage used even in future generations that fear of sacrifice could not be taken care of.

"If they carry it all on their own, there is no standing for us."

When Dvarin was greatly blurred, it was Shemr who came there.

Shemr notices a strange vibe on the spot and says, "What's wrong?" I ask. Besides, the Ethereal Horse rushes to stop everyone, but sooner than that, Dvarin shows the Ethereal Horse in his jaw and says, "It's the usual bad habit".

Shemr sighed with a grand sigh, who only perceived the great deal of it.

"What. Again? You haven't grown up at all. More or less, you..."

The Ethereal Horse, who perceived the atmosphere in which the sermon was about to begin, rushed to the Shemr to shake the subject.

"Sheml. Don't you have to beat the drum anymore?

"Hmm? Oh. - You don't have to slap me anymore."

That being said, Shemr shows with his eyes who he has come to.

Then he had just arrived at the castle with two surviving Zoan warriors, Garam and Zug, taking the noise with him.

"Whoa, sire!

Zoog, who noticed the Ethereal Horse, raises his hand a little.

"Hey. They did it, they did it. I almost went to the field of joy."

The tone of the cramped zoog is light, but if you look at its worn torso armor, you can see how many dead lines it has come through. The Ethereal Horse replied with a slight reply. Zug realizes it narrows just one eye to a laugh. "Isn't it the first time His Majesty has been hit so hard by Cotempan, too? Finally, Your Majesty, you've been robbed of your first time!

With that said, Zug started laughing at Guerraggera. Then, the gallum gently pokes at his head afterwards.

"Even if it's your majesty. Don't tell me what to look after."

Zoog wrinkles his nose to the gallum that says tough things.

"Keh. That took my pretty niece's first time. Can you afford it?

"What are you talking about, uncle!

Shru, who had refrained beside Garam, couldn't help but raise his voice. The appearance of an upside down, panicking hair all over your body would be the same as turning your face bright red with shame if you say so in humans.

An angry shrug said, "You can tell your mother and aunt!" Threatened, "a laugh leaked out of the surrounding crowd at Zoog's appearance, who sincerely apologized in a hurry.

Often, the pale horse, who was watching the sight, lifts his open palms apart.

And I bashed myself in the face.

In the attention of everyone surprised by the loud noise, a pale horse with both slapped cheeks turning red raises his face.

"Shemr. - Gather those who have the spare power and send them out for reconnaissance around you."

Under the umbilical "Oh. Okay. It's mine." Then the Ethereal Horse calls Pipi.

"Pippi! You'll be tired, but let the Harpurans scout too. However, be sure to act in groups of four. Watch out for the Romanian country, Harpuran."

It was a pipipi who had already told the Ethereal Horse that the two Harpuans were part of the Romanian nation, but he was told that again from the mouth of the Ethereal Horse, shaking his body small.

Says the Ethereal Horse who noticed it.

"Let me be clear here. I do not intend to incriminate Harpuan all with it just because Harpuan was cooperating with the Romanian state. Even if the person has sinned, the sin is to be borne by the person himself. I believe it is a foolish deed to seek atonement for all its species with the words and deeds of some"

So the pale horse turns the tone into a joke.

"We are fighting humans in the Romanian country. Otherwise, I'll have to lose my human neck, Setius." Setius responds only rarely to this.

"That's something I hope you won't mind."

"That's what I'm talking about"

The Ethereal Horse laughs and answers, turning his expression into something serious and proclaiming it exalted.

"Guys! We lost this time, but the fight is coming! But rest now! This castle can't prevent the enemy from pushing over. Tomorrow morning, with the sunrise, we will abandon this place and evacuate to the city of Gatzen! Keep your strength up by then!

And no matter the race, the people of the Eldorian kingdom will say, "Whoa!," he chanted.