Hakai no Miko

Doverlin was on the carriage of the front carriage he was put on, looking back at us.

Born and raised, the obsidian kingdom has been dominated by the armies of men who, rather than struggle, call themselves empires. All the living and imprisoned blood families will be enslaved and sold like themselves, or they will be digging holes until they die in the mine.

I don't even know where this place is, even if I want to go home to help my blood clan.

That's all, or I'm not even sure who we are tomorrow.

Dvarin drops his eyes on his feet.

There was no longer a foot ring with an iron ball that had been fitted for months. This would also make it possible to see gaps and escape.

But even if you run, if you don't think you're going, you're going to have to drool wild. Repeat stealing and robbing to get food, that's all the attention of humans and one day they'll hunt it out.

And if caught, a miserable (mug) death is the end of a fugitive slave. Not to mention if they were repeated thefts and robberies, angry humans would give their bodies the most disgraceful death after playing out like toys.

Dvarin is a warrior.

I'm not afraid to fight and die, but I'm afraid to die for nothing.

I don't know if I'm lucky, but the people who bought themselves look like they're trying to treat themselves pretty straight. Compared to the humans who have ever treated themselves as slaves, there was as much difference between heaven and earth.

At least, it doesn't look like we're going to do this to ourselves right away.

Doverlin thought it would be a good idea, then, to keep it adult for a while and figure out a way to escape in the meantime.

Dvarin said in disguise as he spoke to himself, eyeing the landscape outside, visible from the gap in his front.

'Anybody know where this is?

No response from the Dwarves who became the same slaves. No one seems to understand.

Now that Dvarin's words were Dwarf, he shouldn't know if Zoan's daughter was just talking to herself or calling on her companions. But how suspicious, Zoan's daughter has stared at Dvarin with vigilance and dew.

But there comes an unexpected answer back.

"This is south of the Sorbiant Plains."

Dvarin was surprised by the words of the Ethereal Horse.

I never dreamed that a human child overlooking Dwarf would understand Dwarf.

"Soma, did you hear this guy say something?

"Huh? Yeah." Do you know where this place is? '"

The Ethereal Horse replied with a surprised face that he had not heard Shemr, who was supposed to have far better ears than himself.

Shemr had often thought with a serious face, but what he came up with, more than anything else, said with disdain to the Dwarves.

"All the Dwarf warriors heard of the extravagant braves, but apparently they were lying. A cowardly girl seems to be the one who talks to Kosokoso in company. Soma, apparently we bought a fat elf by mistake."

Even in this world, Dwarves and Elves are enemies to each other.

For this reason, to Dwarf, being called an elf amounts to the greatest insult. I've been dropped by slaves, but no dwarf has been called elves and feels no anger.

Still, he didn't imitate the silly things that would strike him in anger, but the six Dwarves, including Dvarin, were slightly shrouded.

Besides, Shemr smiles bitterly.

"Apparently, everyone understands the common language of the continent. That helps."

To that word, Dvarin almost accidentally pounds his tongue.

Nothing, that Zoan's daughter was meant to see if this one would react by insulting her in the common language of the continent.

They were devastated by the fact that they had gotten on that hand, but I looked down deeply to bow my head when I wondered if Shemr had put his dwelling right.

"Forgive me for my heartless insults, O men of the earth."

To that sudden apology, the Dwarves look at each other.

"I know it's disrespectful, but nevertheless I wanted to know if you would understand the words to keep me safe."

Dvarin felt the behavior of the brilliant warrior Shemr showed.

The idea that talking about bad things might make my position worse blurred my mind, but being shown so much behavior and being silent is unacceptable to the warrior.

"Raise your face, beast raw. For the sake of my lord, I don't want to be overwhelmed with mud, and I don't want to blame you for your loyalty."

But that's why I was concerned.

"Who the hell is your master to protect?

As soon as I heard that, there were delightful signs all over Shemr's body.

Doverlyn is intrigued by how many big people he wants to say and can't wait to say it.

"Here I am, Xaki Soma, my" You under the umbilical cord. "

Until then, the Ethereal Horse watching the exchange between Shemru and the Dwarves raised her voice deliberately as she rushed back to the front to see if Shemru's eyes of reverence were glowing.

"Shemr, is that the woods over there?

"Hmm? Right. Definitely that one."

Shemr, questioned by the Ethereal Horse, looks at the woods ahead of the front carriage as if he were to embark himself on the throne, and he answers so.

Behind Shemr like that, the Doverines showed signs of surprise, but she couldn't possibly have noticed about it, but now she lowered her hips as she looked in front of the front carriage like nothing had happened.

There's a groan coming out of the dwarves.

The Doverins also knew that it was a manifestation of Shemr's sincerity that dared to turn his defenseless back on this one.

They are in a position to say slaves bought with money by the Ethereal Horse. Trusted by its pale horse, Shemr would be like a slave-head overseeing the other slaves, so to speak. I never thought I could show Zoan's daughter how such a warrior behaves, which I thought was supposed to be the object of hatred.

So the Dwarves did not know what to do, whether to turn hatred as a slave head or reverence as a warrior, and they learned the frustration of an indeterminate spearhead.

Yet Doverlyn was ridiculous to be groovy, and when she wore some rags and put on her arms, she gave one big snort. Let the other dwarves do the same.

Besides, Shemr looks back over her shoulder. It's no surprise Dwarf's behavior that he was slapped with a whip saying it was normally a defiant attitude, and Shemr just laughed a little fun and turned to the front again.

I expected but behaved as a warrior to the point of utter hatred. That's why Dvarin wasn't puzzled.

That is to say that you, my man, who is trying to protect so many female warriors until they imitate people as fools, are apparently human children sitting on your podium.

From the point of view of Dvarin, we can see at a glance from the top of the garment that the Ethereal Horse is not very fighter's figure. Turn it into a sword. Turn it into a spear. Those who train to handle such weapons are different even if they try one way of moving their bodies and handing out their eyes. I don't feel anything like that from a pale horse, naturally. Yet it came as no surprise that Shemr was doing what should also be called love for the Ethereal Horse.

The front carriage arrived in the woods that it was aiming for while Dvarin was haunting his mind about that. I left the city after noon, but the sun is already leaning a lot west. It is the iron rule of the travellers that they must finish preparing for the camp before the sun falls completely.

Doverlyn, who was looking out at the woods without anything, probably would do there, sensed numerous signs of breath hissing in the woods.

"Turn back! There may be a burglar!

Before Dvarin's words could be finished, several figures jumped out of the woods.

"Zoan hey?!"

Jumping out of the woods and surrounding the front carriage are all the warriors of the inflexible Zoan.

Among them, Dvarin's eyes were caught by two black-haired Zoans with knife wounds on their faces and one red-haired Zoan with one eye, who seemed to be the leader of these Zoans. None of them are all about that body, but the way you do it, the way you look at your eyes, you know you're such a first-rate warrior that it's super.

Even Doverine, who prides herself on being a leading warrior, isn't so proud that she thinks she can beat these two with her bare hands.

"Kid, give me your weapon! I'm not dead yet!

Perhaps Zoan, who is in conflict with humans, has come to make humans who tried to travel only with one front carriage that traversed the plains pay the price for their stupidity.

Hooray if humans are just ripped apart by the Zoans, but there's no guarantee they'll miss it because it's a dwarf.

An Ethereal Horse with his hips up from your table raises one hand approximating the doverlin that decides to prepare him for such a decisive death.

"Both of you, thank you for waiting"

Doverlyn wonders what to say.

With such a doverlin on his ass, the black-haired Zoan - Gallum shook his head small in the way he said he had no problem, then said calmly.

"Safe and above all, it's Soma and the Elegant Fang. How was the city?

"Mr. Gallum, I have a little unexpected visitor, but the tail is very high."

To the words, Garam and Zoog peek into the front carriage over the head of the Ethereal Horse.

"Whoa, that's unusual with Dwarves. Ever since you slapped my mountain knife."

"Heh. Are there any dwarves around here, too?

To Zoog's words, the Ethereal Horse became interested.

"Well done. You heard me, Lord Soma. Look, as you can see, my body is huge and powerful. I couldn't be satisfied with a regular mountain knife, so I went all the way out to Dwarf, in the mountains east of the plain, to seek my own mountain knife.

At that time, I was just a twelve year old kid. First, to earn mountains of fur for a mountain knife... "

"Angry Claws, I don't care about your bragging."

Shemr relentlessly blocks Zoog from trying to talk about martial arts.

"Soma, I had a deal with a Dwarf who used to be in the east mountain. Our mountain knife is a delicacy at the hands of the Dwarves, and the warriors, who cannot be satisfied just by inheriting it from their fathers, came to visit them with mountains of fur. But now they're gone, too, being chased by humans."

In contrast to the agreeable Ethereal Horse, Zug wrinkles his nose like a plump blocked martial arts tradition.

The dwarves had to stare at the soothing exchange between the Ethereal Horse and Zoan.

"Elegant Fangs and Angry Claws." What are you doing with your guests in front of you? "

Gallum sighed heavily and sighed at both of them, slapping him gently on the chest against the dwarves.

"Rest assured, O son of the earth. If Soma invites you, we'll treat you as a valued guest."

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Surrounded by red flaming fires, the warriors, who were the lords of Zoan, such as Garam and Zoog, and the Dwarves. The Ethereal Horse informed the Dwarves of his conceived maneuvers.

"I see. If that works, it's possible to drop that city with minimal damage."

Firstly, Garam, who was arm-wrapping and listening, expressed his agreement with the operation of the Ethereal Horse. Zoog thought it was funny too, but at the same time points out the problem.

"I think it's an interesting hand, but what about weapons? You can't fight with your bare hands if you're winning by the number of people."

"When we held down the fort, we should have taken weapons from the soldiers. I'll use that."

Since Zug's point was in the expected range, the Ethereal Horse was answered indulgently.

"Okay. Let's get Banukkas in the fort to hurry up and get weapons."

Gallam ran as a preaching order toward the fort when he called out those of his compatriots who were nearby, known for their handsome feet.

"Now the problem that remains..."

To Garam's words, everyone's gaze is directed at the Dwarves.

Besides, I can't ignore Doverlyn, who's been listening to me with the attitude of other HR until now. He looks up that doesn't seem funny, but he just snaps his nose small and turns that way.

"Not the weirdos. We are slaves bought by this human lad. You just have to give me an order."

Zug, who didn't care about Dvarin's attitude, floats his hips, but the Ethereal Horse said clearly toward Dvarin when he restrained it by hand.

"What we want is not slavery. Someone who can help you if you want."

"Asking slaves about their will makes them laugh. If I said no, what would you do?

There is a sinister air from the surrounding Zoans in the words of Dvarin. But that doesn't seem to bother him, rather Dvarin sees the pale horse as provoking.

And the pale horse cheeked, as troubled.

"I won't do anything."

"What do you mean you won't do anything?

"They asked me about the operation, so I'll put you under house arrest until it's over, but if it's over, I'll let you go, so do whatever you want"

"You told me not to pay a fortune to free the slaves you bought?

Doverlin has never heard such a story about unconditionally freeing a slave bought for a large sum of money: 800 silver coins.

"Yes, because I think it's wrong to enslave people."

The Dwarves were all surprised, as well as the Dwarves.

It is an idea of heresy in this world.

It was only natural in any race at the time that a nation that won the war would take away all of its conquered peoples.

Thoughts come to mind against the idea of the Ethereal Horse, but it splashed on wood terminal dust before the next word.

"People deprive the same people of their freedom and treat them like garbage. You must have experienced with your own hands how ugly it is."

The Ethereal Horse was right.

Ever since they lost the battle and became captives, all the dovalins have seen is the ugly human figure.

Even if it was any classy lady or a general who knew courtesy, it was no exception. Eyes immersed in disgust distorted lips when seeing the doverlins who were slaves and superiority living with pity. That was ugliness that would emit even more rotten odors as long as the upper edge was clean.

"I don't want to be the one who thinks I'm ugly. So we deny the slaves."

I thought it was a heretical idea, but nothing, that was a very obvious story.

But the reality is that it cannot be taken for granted, it cannot be said.

If it was once Dvarin, he would have mocked it with a dreamer who hadn't seen reality. But the words spoken by the Ethereal Horse were too beautiful and could not seem irreplaceable to Dvarin now that he had been cast into slavery and exhausted with bitter acids.

"Let me ask you just one more thing, kid. Why did you choose me?

There must still have been a lot of dwarves out there. Dverine wanted to know why she chose herself when she could have gotten more Dwarves at a more affordable price than purposefully offering her expensive money to buy herself.

"Because when you were whipped in the chest by a slave trader you shook your right hand"

The answer returned by the Ethereal Horse was beyond Doverlin's understanding.

"What do you mean?

When the Ethereal Horse picked up one pebble from the ground, he threw it over to Dvarin. Without knowing what that means, Dvarin takes the pebble thrown at him with his right hand.

Confirming that, the Ethereal Horse grinned.

"At that time, I made fists out of my arms. You restrained yourself from trying to beat up a slave trader, didn't you?

Doverlyn didn't respond just to get smaller.

But that's because the Ethereal Horse was right.

"I was taught that a slave is someone who loses the fear in himself and gives up fighting."

The Ethereal Horse is sidelined and sees Shemr next to him.

Shemr pretends to be unfamiliar while noticing that gaze, but the tip of his ear was swinging happily up and down.

Besides, the Ethereal Horse carried on the words, bringing a smile.

"But you were about to fight. I thought I was restraining myself not because I gave up, but because I decided I should endure until the time I should fight. Then you are not a slave, you are a warrior"

The Ethereal Horse captured Dvarin's eyes directly from the front.

"Warrior Doverlin. Please, help me."

The moment I hear that word, something hot creeps up in Dvarin's chest.

"A warrior... That's a good word."

Since losing the war and being taken prisoner, the word thrown at Dvarin has been a disdain such as "earthworm".

Along with such disdain, he has been uttered all manner of ramblings, whipped and spit.

You became a slave because you lost. I lost because you're weak. Because the worms are weaker than humans. The weak guy is not worth it. You're worthless. Cunt. Cunt lick the ground like a cunt. Don't defy the humans. I don't care about that face. I don't care about my nose. I don't care about my eyes. I don't care about my mustache. I don't care about everything. It's a rebellious attitude, I'll give you a whip. Are you glad you got the whip? Look happier if you're happy. Oh, my God, you busty worm!

It is a task to replace the spirit of slavery with obedience. Deny the personality and values of those who have become slaves, hold them down with violence, and crush defiance thoroughly.

Slave directors' cursing murmurs gallantly shredded Dvarin's heart.

I even wondered how much easier it would be to throw away all your self-esteem and pride in that pain and fall into slavery to your heart.

Still, I have endured endurance even though my self-esteem is about to be broken and my pride shattered, slightly comforting myself in the dream of beating down slave directors.

Doverine closes her eyelids and looks up into the sky, even though her eyelids get hot.

After enough time to count ten slowly, Dvarin opened his eyelids and stared at the Ethereal Horse.

"Do you know what it means to call me a warrior and ask me to lend you that power?

The Ethereal Horse was powerful and nodded.

Then there are three demands from me.

"Is that a demand?

Dvarin stands three fingers.

"First, the first is food. Feed him hungry."

"Of course. 'You can't fight when you're hungry,' even in my hometown."

In response to the Ethereal Horse, Dvarin breaks his first finger.

"Second, booze. I haven't had a drink in months. Whatever the type or quality, let them drink enough to take a bath."

"Okay. I don't know how much they will drink, but I will try to keep up with your requirements as much as possible"

Having broken his second finger, Dvarin said his last demand that he have a dark grin on his face.

"Prepare the place I deserve to die."

Doverlyn is no fool either.

With just this many Zoans, I couldn't imagine beating humans against each other. Even if we can finally drop the city, the next thing we are waiting for is an army of men with their main hips. It's not something you can win at all.

Then it was Dvarin's desire to fight and die gloriously.

"I refuse to do that"

But the Ethereal Horse refused without any hesitation.

"What?!"

"We're not looking for a place to die. I'm trying to make a place to live."

That's what I'm saying, win.

Doverin also knew to exchange words, albeit slightly, and to say that the Ethereal Horse was not a fool who could not see ahead at all.

The difficulty of dropping the city, the desperate difference in power between me and the human army that comes after me. There's no way I don't get that.

Yet in this desperate situation, it should be noted that the Ethereal Horse looking to the future ahead was beyond the reach of Dvarin's understanding.

What the hell is this guy looking at?

What the hell is this guy doing?

To Dvarin, the Ethereal Horse has even seemed mighty beyond the knowledge of the people.

So, Dvarin stopped worrying.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Now it's food and booze anyway."

If you don't understand, just accept it as it is.

Compared to Mother Earth and the Great Mountains, it is a tiny thing, such as the troubles of one Dwarf. How dare you think about it, what will it be? If it bothers you enough, just do it and you'll get good results. If we fail, it won't be a big deal if we all laugh.

"You don't know anything, do you," Dvarin freaks out to the Ethereal Horses and Zoan, who are black-and-white with their eyes at the speed of too much transformation.

Again, I can fight as a warrior.

Only those who know the despair of being cast into slavery can understand this joy. Besides, fighting shoulder to shoulder are so many superior warriors that even though they are heterogeneous, Dvarin will also be. If there's food and booze in this, what more do you want?

"Bring as much booze as you can! In return, we will present the Forged Iron Song, which we pass on to Dwarves!

If you eat good food, drink well, sing loudly, and dance cheerfully, the world is nothing.

Because that's the Dwarf.

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Dvarin thus circled with the "Son of Destruction" after a strange fate.

This patrol was brought on by the Goddess of Destiny, perhaps only at random.

But who could have imagined at this time that this would be a cut-off that would make a huge difference to the continent.

He was a doverlin who would later lead a Dwarf heavily armed infantry in an army of "Sons of Destruction," but he is a widely known figure for something else.

Dvarin will have an important role to play in creating numerous tools based on the knowledge of the other worlds brought about by the Son of Destruction. Without him, it is even said that the knowledge of the Ethereal Horse would never have taken shape. For this reason, we will be subjected to the stigma of "destroyer of technology", who destroyed every technology at the time without any skin.

But there is an alias for him that is more known than that.

It is derived from the muscular thick arm that grips the axe of war, one of the seven arms of "Soma Xaki, Son of Destruction" in the mural painted by Painting Saint Numari.

The meaning of the ancient letters written there is "bulimia".

Steel's Doverlin.

He is a man to be hailed in the Hereafter as One of the Seven Arm Generals, The Arm of Rapture.