Hakai no Miko

The day after the withdrawal of the Romanian National Army, Cesar, king of Barbados, who had stayed in the city of Gatsen, also told the blue horse to return.

The pale horse stroked his chest down.

Though the king of the puppet has no real power whatsoever, the king is the king.You can't treat it roughly.King Cesar himself was obsessed with painting and could have left it alone, so it was easy to handle.But I still can't go anywhere else.King Cesar stayed, and the pale horse had to take care of himself.

It is a pale horse that can't be said to be good at dating.In addition to that, there are situations that need to be kept in sight of the trends of the Romanian National Army, and the pale horse, which has been exhausted for the past few days, arranged King Cesar's departure with great joy.

Well then, King Soma will also be a healthy victor.--I 'll give you the portrait as soon as it's finished. "

King Cesar bid farewell to the pale horse, which went all the way out of the city of Gatsen.

The pale horse returned the word of farewell without hesitation, hiding the joy of finally returning.

"Unfortunately, I wish King Cesar safe return.I'm looking forward to the portrait. "

It was only a social resignation that was a shame, but the portrait was from the heart.

The art of painting is a portrait painted by King Cesar, who is regarded as one of the best in the West.Even the sketch drawn solely from the charcoal that was the basis of the underpainting, the pale horse of the mongolian had to be splendid.

It was a pale horse whose face was melted imagining the appearance of a finished portrait, but looked around King Cesar's guarding knights and frowned.

"But there will be too little protection.After all, should we send the guards from here to the border? "

And there were not more than twenty men round about king Cesar, including knights.I have to say that it is too little for the king's protection.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.--Besides, Eldore has heard that the virtues of King Soma keep bandits and bandits from ringing, and even women can travel alone.Then there won't be a problem. "

The pale horse can only smile bitterly at the difference between the obvious disgust and the obvious disgust of the second half of the word.

And the pale horse, which had already been commanded to keep the distance of the Harpyans and the Zoans from king Cesar, and to guard him in case he should be prepared, was not compelled to do so.

And he delivered King Cesar and his party with words of prayer for safety on the way.

And when the appearance of the king Cesar's party, which departed for the kingdom of Baltimore, became like bean grains at the end of the street, the blue horse sighed.

Then you will hear a loud breath in the back to match it.

"Shemle?"

When the pale horse looked over his shoulder, it was Shem.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry. - It's almost sundown.Let's get back to the city. "

With that in mind, Shem was suddenly stroking his arms in an attempt to hold back his hair, which was standing up to tension.

Something's funny.

On his way back to the city of Gatsen, the pale horse secretly frowned at the sight of Shem's neck hair still standing upside down, taking the horse's swallow.

Shem somehow showed a strange sense of vigilance towards King Cesar.

To the best of his knowledge, Shem hates people as much as Solon does.

But Shem's feelings toward King Thessal seemed somehow frightened, whereas those toward Solon were averse from anger.

The pale horse, concerned about this strange Shem's reaction, once asked the person he saw at first sight for his insight.

"Surely it is no wonder that King César hates him, given his temperament."

It was Eladia, the chief of staff, who answered.

Asked what that meant, Eladia answered with a distant look.

"The eyes of King Cesar are in the eyes of the dead.No dream, no hope, disappointment with everything, giving up everything.It is no longer just breathing and the heart is beating, it is the eyes of the dead who are no different.--We have overlooked it until you pointed it out. My deepest apologies. "

The pale horse was surprised by the blinking of his eyes.

She is an excellent chief of staff who boasts perfection in negotiation and negotiation.It was an incredible story that such things were overlooked.

Eladia smiles at the amazing blue horse and tells her in passion.

"For us, it's an overly familiar eye.We had the same eyes before Soma helped us. "

The pale horse was a bit stiff.

It means before I helped - that is, when I was kept as a sex slave by humans.

I want you to stop saying such a terrible past with an innocent smile like a maiden who doesn't know anything about it because it's bad for the heart.

Eladia makes a slightly more serious appearance in front of a pale horse that hopes so sincerely as she strokes and relaxes her heartbeat from above her chest.

"I don't think King Cesar is as foolish as his reputation."

If you look at the content of the conversation you had with the pale horse during your stay in the city, the way you interact with it, the words you return, etc., you can see that King Cesar has considerable knowledge and insight.

"Isn't it in a compelling situation that you're willing to be more foolish than people?"

The pale horse was convinced.

It is said that King Cesar is but a puppet of the Marquis of Chez.With a little royal pride, you will be dissatisfied with your situation, which is only a puppet of a rapist.And yet, if you still have to spoil it, maybe you can't be a straight nerve.

"That kind of thing is like a dead man.Leave it alone and it'll just rot.I know you won't dare come near me and risk death or illness. "

Eladia thus closed the criticism of King Cesar.

And even though the blue horse could sympathize with the position of King Cesar, I did not dare to penetrate into the internal affections of other countries.

We reserved the right to order Eladia to investigate and take action against the Marquis of Chez.

With that in mind, the pale horse said to Shemr.

"King Cesar doesn't seem to like it."

"Oh, I really don't like that. I don't know, but I don't like it anyway."

This is a vague statement made by Shem and others to the effect of bright rejuvenation.The pale horse carries on the words to comfort such a shem.

"Eladia says King Cesar has eyes on the dead.Then it can't be helped if Shem feels sick. "

"The eyes of the dead..."

Shem casually sighed the pale horse's words.

Then, a strange voice resurrected in her head.

Don't get involved with the dead, Shem.

It was the words of the dead clan witch, the grandmother.

It was not long before Shemr was chosen son of the god of beasts.

Chosen by the Son of God of the Beast who created Zouan himself, when the grandmother was teaching Shemr the precautions and so on, who was in a position to perform the family's coronation in the future, the story reached the funeral.

"If we die and do not go to the field of joy, we will not remain in this land, because the dead have yet to be trained.

My wife is worried. I'm worried about the kid.Are my parents okay? There was something left to do.There's something I have to do.

Such an unfinished business keeps the dead in the world and makes them dead. "

If the family remains worried, she answers to the young Shemle asking if it is a good thing, pointing a stick at the fire in the furnace.

"It's an unfinished business because you can't fulfill your thoughts when you die, and it's an unfinished business because you can't fulfill your wishes when you die.

And no matter how kind your thoughts may be, no matter how beautiful your wishes may be, if they will never be fulfilled, it will only be painful. "

The grandmother said the following words to Shem, hesitating slightly.

That's why the dead curse the living.

The grandmother continued to speak indifferently to a small, watchful young Shem.

"I'm flattered that I can fulfill my unfulfilled thoughts.I can't help but be jealous that I can fulfill a wish I can't fulfill.At last, even living makes me jealous and unwilling.

That is why the dead curse the living.Trying to treat a living person as if he were himself.I'm trying to be a widow just like myself. "

The old lady in her memory glanced at Shem and said:

"Look, it's Shem. It's never about the dead.There's nothing good about the dead. "

Shem, who had been distracted for a while, realized, "Yes."

Occasionally, King Cesar turned his eyes toward the pale horse.

Wasn't that the exact delusion of the dead towards the living?

The chills ran on Shem's spine.

I have a bad feeling about this.

I have a very unpleasant feeling.

"Hey, Soma!!"

He looked over his shoulder and shouted at the pale horse, but he accidentally swallowed the words that were supposed to continue.

Because the pale horse's body was dyed bright red with blood.

The bloody blue horse slightly cut his neck at Shem, who lost his words in astonishment and fear.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Shem?"

Shem returned to me with a faint voice of a pale horse.

If you look closely, nothing will happen.

All I could see was a red sunset staining my body with blood.

Shem tries to say something to a pale horse staring at himself strangely.But it wasn't a word, it was just a pointless opening and closing.

After a while, Shem turned back to the front as if he was forcibly shaking away the sight he had just seen, gently squeezing his voice, "Nothing."

Even though he felt his pale horse's strange eyes pointed at him in such an attitude, Shem silenced it.

Because if you talk about the sight you just saw, you feel like you're going to invite it to reality.

Shem couldn't stop his whole body from getting upside down.

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I thought the red paint wiped with my thumb was crushed with my finger's stomach and applied to the canvas. I shake my pinky finger and draw a line like hair with a blue paint slightly placed on the tip of my nail.

It was Cesar, King of Barbados, who danced his five fingers horizontally and vertically on a white plastered canvas.

It is on a hill slightly off the street.From that point of view, the grasslands that reminded me of the fresh green sea until just a short while ago began to hear the footsteps of winter (Nero) in the distance, and now the grass and trees were also dyed with sand, showing a truly vast sand dune-like appearance.Every time the northern wind blows through, which makes you feel cold as early as possible, the withered grass plays a dried tidal noise.

When he found such a scenic place, King Cesar decided to stop at home and suddenly start painting.

For this reason, a week had already passed since the city of Gatsen, and even though it had already arrived in the country, it was still in the northern part of the country of Eldor.

At this time, King Cesar did not paint landscapes, but portraits of pale horses.

King César confronts the canvas in disquiet thinking of the pale horse when he draws the sketch that is the basis of the portrait.

Tension that pulls the cheeks slightly is a manifestation of the obsessive notion that others must look good.Hard-pulled lips are unconscious defenses against the gaze of the pointed observation and conceal the weakness of the inner surface.Is the strength of intellectual curiosity the line of sight that was constantly moving to follow the movement of charcoal-bearing hands?The tiny fingertips still symbolize a lack of confidence and anxiety.

Each time King Cesar puts on a color, the figure of a pale horse emerges on the canvas.

"And most importantly, the radiance in the depths of my eyes....."

It is not the glow of will.

It's emotion.

Strong enough to match heroic desires, and for people - no.Strong emotions at the root of all living and living things.

King Cesar uses the tip of his nails to color the blue horse's eyes on the canvas.

King Cesar, who was coloring his eyes with his face close to the canvas as he pressed his nose, raised his face as he exhaled his stuffed breath.

Then a portrait of a pale horse in a fine king's costume was completed on the canvas.

Exactly what a wonderful quote.It is no wonder that the pale horse in the canvas blinked and moved.If they say that they magically trapped the pale horse in the canvas, everyone will be convinced that it makes sense.

It was so possible.

However, the eyebrows of King Cesar, who was staring at the finished painting, were frowned.

"... no, it won't work."

There is a response that accurately depicts the Son of Destruction that I saw.

Until now, however, the portrait drawn in the brain was different from the portrait drawn from the work and behavior of the destroying Son, which was learned from reports by private individuals and public hearsay.

King Cesar attaches his right hand to the space next to the pale horse depicted in the canvas.

"Here, here, there's something missing.Something big is missing here. "

King Cesar slowly lowered the right hand that accompanied the canvas.

Then, the traces of the five fingers with the colorful paint became a line and were pulled onto the finished portrait.When he grabbed the ruined portrait, King Cesar threw it like garbage.

"It's a failure. Get rid of it."

It is fortunate that there was no one here to appoint a painter.If this painting had been regarded as a failure, many people would have had to fold their brushes on the spot.

King César sighs and leaves her body behind the back of the chair, and now he calls on the "root" messenger Delilah to dress up as a maid to serve the king.

Delilah, bring me the sketch.

King César, who had actually brought a sketch drawn with charcoal only in front of the pale horse, saw it with his eyes that devoured it.

And it came to pass, that king Cesar leaked softly.

"... this one, after all?"

At the right rear of the pale horse depicted in the sketch, the portrait earlier had the omitted figure of Siem Lu.

The daughter of Zoan, who first swore allegiance to the Son of Destruction.

A unique loyalist who admits it to others.

The Son of Destruction cannot declare himself half, and puts his full trust in his words, Eldor the King.

Information previously purchased from Jevore's merchant Joash and reports from the "root" men at Eldore pointed out how important the presence of the royal prince was to the Son of Destruction.

However...

"Is that really the rumored royal lord...?"

The daughter of Zoan, who had actually been observed close to her, had just turned her hair upside down and stiffened her body like she was always frightened.On the contrary, it seemed that the Son of Destruction could not even respond properly when he called.

In that way, I can't think of a prince who beats, kicks, and scolds the king he serves, just in front of himself, who is known as the King of Darkness who is spoiled by the puppet of the rapist.

King Cesar thought it would be a pleasure to eliminate it, if it really were so important to the Son of Destruction.

How mad, how sad, and how ugly the Son of Destruction is when he is taken from his precious body with cruel hands, when he loses it irrationally.

I even had such dark expectations.

"That was unexpected...."

King Cesar exhaled deep disappointment.

At best, it can only be a decoration.Perhaps the Son of Destruction only keeps his dignitaries close to him in order to hold off Zoan, his greatest power.

It is reasonable to think so.

However, what worried me was the lack felt from the portrait.

King Cesar soaked in his own thoughts for a while.

"Hello, was that an act to plot my eyes?"

I laugh at my guess after I leak it.

"That prince is not so small.So, is there something I don't understand?Or is there a pillar of the Son of Destruction apart from the royal prince? "

King Cesar stopped thinking with a deep breath.

"... I don't know. - I can't help it. Either way, there seems to be a lack of information.Rather than eliminating the uncertain royal prince, we should definitely aim for an emergency that would be fatal to Eldore. "

So king Cesar commanded Delilah to bring a new canvas.He was King César, who began to photograph the canvas from the sketch, but at that time, the guarding knights heard someone raise their voice towards someone approaching us.

King Cesar, who turned his face toward you, smiled at the reptile.

"Good! - Those are the rest of the guests. Let me through."

With the permission of King Cesar, they were passed by a red-haired woman with an atmosphere of not being the only one to see, and a sad boy sitting in a wheelchair that she pushed.

The boy who stood up from a wheelchair with his knees bent with the help of a woman lowers his head deeply.

"Thank you very much for your honor.His Majesty Cesar Basilboa, the 'Root' Commander-in-Chief, King of Barbados. "

"It's been a long time. How long has it been since I've been face-to-face like this?"

King Cesar, who greeted them with worthy eyes pointing his cheek cane at the chair, answered with a mockery on his lips.

"--The one who fell to the earth. Too."

The boy Tootu smiled with a smile as he glowed his thin eyes like a thread.