Hakai no Miko

Near Bornis, General Darius can break.

The reward spread with astonishment at the speed of the wind.

It's in a ghetto near Holmeer's capital, Holmenia.

The river that flows out through the heart of the Wang capital snakes heavily, a land that is always covered in humidity. This is a land that has long been invisible to anyone because every time a river increases, flooded (soldered) water flows into it.

In such a land, there was that little slum.

Peasants who have lost their lands. Criminal deported from the city. Displaced persons who have fled the place where they lived for any reason. The faces of people living in the city vary.

And its streets are also chaotic, as if to indicate the disorder of such inhabitants.

Built from the same building materials, there is no such thing as size, shade, or shape. The narrow paths that sew between the houses are intricate, yet like mazes.

Laughter was echoing from the old grasshopper buildings near the center of such a favela.

"Ah, ha, ha, ha! This surprised me. Yeah, I'm really surprised!

Behind the half-leaned exterior, the interior of the grasshopper was well built, and the conditioning products there were also of a quality but all practical ones were available without a shortage.

Particularly eye-catching among these are bookcases mounted on one side of the wall. Letters, wooden briefs, volumes, etc. written in various languages are arranged neatly.

In such a grasshopper, one young man was literally laughing off.

"Really, I won! I really beat that Darius!

Prior to a letter with a detailed newspaper of Darius defeat spread over the floorboard, the young man slaps the soles of his feet against each other with bread instead of his lost arms.

"Hey! You surprised me, Damia"

It was a long woman with burning red hair in one room and flushed to her back who was so called out. Damia asked her husband only slightly in the face.

"Dear Tutu. I've taken you so far into General Darius, and this isn't a bubble of water?

"Oh. Yeah, I guess so."

He even approached various small craftsmen, and from then on, in order to sell his own power, he asked for a job that he could not speak of. The struggle is not the norm. But it and this, by Darius' loss of leg, are all bubbles of water.

"It hurts that Darius lost his leg. Exactly, the extreme of hatred."

But for that, Toe's expression was bright.

"But I can't help but care more about this guy than Darius. Oh, what kind of guy is he? What's going on in this guy's head? Yeah. I'm excited. Very, very exciting!

Damia sighs, frightened by the madness of her own husband.

"It's fine to be funny, but are you going to be okay?

To that damia question, toe laugh stops perfectly.

And he said, letting his eyes as thin as that yarn shine sharply as if he were a prey targeting raptor.

"Wash everything about this guy. Name, face, height, physique, hobbies, preferences, birth, background, words and deeds. - That's not all. What did you eat that day? How many drinks do you drink? What woman did you hold? When did you flick the shit out? All of them. Find out everything."

"That's all, are you sure?

Damia goes on to say that she can do more than that. But Toe shook his head sideways.

"Not yet, it's early. But arrange for it to move at any time."

After that Damia, who received even more detailed instructions, gave a bow of grace to Tutu before leaving the grasshopper to make arrangements to execute the instructions.

One left toe stares at the text as he rides himself out onto a letter that was spreading on the floor and eats in.

Written there was the name of the one who was leading the rebels who were spreading from the mouth of the surviving soldier to the Holmeer kingdom.

"... 'Son of Destruction'. Who the hell are you?

No one can answer that toe-to-toe question yet.

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And also in the city of the border in front of the river separating the Holmeer and Romanian countries -.

A soldier riding a dragon rushed through the city, raising soot smoke violently.

"I don't know, a lot of noise."

At the street stall, Hopkins, a pedestrian looking to buy dried mountain grapes, blurred as he hand-paid the dust down his shoulder.

"I can't do it either. The soldiers are surprised."

To the master of a mouth-watering stall who seemed to know something, Hopkins asked as he received a bag filled with dried mountain grapes.

"Is something wrong?

"We're just talking here. Our good soldier says..."

That's right, I prefaced, I pretended to care about my surroundings, and then I dived my voice and said.

"Oh, my God, I'm surprised to hear that General Darius lost near the city called Bornis!

"Um, is General Darius here? Is that true?"

Hopkins couldn't believe it either.

"True, true. Two days ago, after the early horses that told me about it arrived, like every day, oh well, the early horses are coming."

Other than that, you think Bornis or the city you say was occupied by the slaves, that it was the son of the Goddess of Terrible Death and Destruction who led that slave, or that Darius lost his legs?

I couldn't wait to tell you how much, the stall master didn't have to hear this one and told me all sorts of different stories.

In gratitude, Hopkins, who paid for the dried mountain grapes by putting up several pieces of copper coin, turned to the front carriage, which was keeping his wife waiting. When Hopkins, back in the front carriage, calls out to the front carriage, his wife peeks anxiously cloudy in the face from inside. His wife asked Hopkins, looking around.

"Hey, you. Looks like the soldiers are in a hurry from earlier, but no way..."

The following words were not spoken, but Hopkins also knew what his wife was trying to say.

It was revealed that Zoan and his men had come after him in an attempt to capture them.

Hopkins makes an all the brighter look and reassures his wife.

"Sounds like you're not. Apparently, the Bornis have beaten General Darius."

"Um, to General Darius?

"Oh. So, the soldiers seem to be in a big hurry."

Hopkins went up to your table with a good voice.

"What are you going to do? Back?"

"No. As planned, let's head to Romanian. I think it's still okay, but I don't know when I'll be able to do it. - Plus, that kid asked me to."

To Hopkins' answer, a young boy slipped his face out from the side of his wife, who sighed small.

"Hey, hey. Are you okay, Uncle Shahata?

My son, who was connected to Zoan, who took care of me while I was being held hostage, asked me in a tongueless tone. And Hopkins strokes his head when he gives him a bag of dried mountain grapes.

"Oh. I'm sure you'll be fine."

To the answer, I stroked the head of my son with a nippa and a grin again.

Then Hopkins slowly runs the front carriage when he gets a whip on Lo Long's ass.

Hopkins, sitting on the podium of the Gatagotto and the rocking front carriage, was remembering a story he had just heard from his stall master.

"'Son of Destruction' Hey...... He didn't look like such a scared kid."

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And to the royal palace of neighboring countries...

A royal palace garden with blooming flowers on one side to say it's winter.

It is a garden where the Romanian King replanted the flowers every season for his beloved princess, so that the flowers bloom throughout the year.

In it came the court minister to the old king, who looked with his eyes narrowed to laughter at the figure of a young princess who was played (deflected) with flowers with an innocent grin.

"Your Majesty, as soon as I can tell you..."

"You filthy bastard. Am I interrupting a moment of relaxation for me and the princess?"

The court minister leaves his mouth in the ear of the old king.

"You think the subhuman slaves are a rebellion in Holmea? Besides, you're telling me that General Darius is torn, headed for that crackdown?!"

"Yes, it is said that the one who defeated Darius was the one who called him the Son of Destruction."

"Hmm. - Gather everyone immediately."

The little princess, who was dropping off her father walking away from the garden with that said, muttered the words she had just heard, wondering why.

"... 'Son of Destruction'?

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It's in the royal palace of a conspiracy swirling small country...

From the open window, the young man was in a room that somehow gave off a dim atmosphere, even though he said that bright sunlight was shooting in.

It is the planks of wood on the walls that the young man is facing with all his heart. On the wooden plate, the lacquer (firm) was still painted but still dry. The young man puts many colors of pigment on the lacquer, even using paintbrushes and his own fingers, and paints stunning landscapes.

"Your Majesty..."

In the darkness of one corner of the room, at some point a shadow fell on his knees and drooped his head.

"From the 'roots' in Holmea, urgent reports have risen"

"How are you? Alleged"

The young man, called His Majesty, moves without resting his hands during that time.

"Zoan and the slaves are beeping up in Bornis, the western city of Holmea. We headed for a crusade, led by General Darius, led by 7,000 crusaders."

When a young man puts a red pigment dissolved in water on his pinky finger, he tries to put it on the lacquer.

"- I suffered a huge defeat against a man named 'Son of Destruction' who said he would lose more than half of his soldiers"

Little fingers trembled, the pigment shizuku and scattered on the lacquer.

For a while the young man stared at the red Shizuku scattered over the lacquer, but when he leaked one tongue, he threw the lacquered plate onto the floor. A loud noise was raised and the lacquer, which was about to dry out of a slap on the floor, was shattered and scattered across the floor.

"I didn't know Darius could break..."

When the young man gets up from the chair, he wipes the pigment on his finger with a cloth that was on the nearby desk.

"It's about narrow amounts of Walius. Have you lost Darius?

"It is clear to you. Darius, who touched upon King Walius' inquiry, was stripped of his right to enter the rank of general and the morning council."

Young people can cover their licences with their hands and bite their laughs. The pigment that was on my fingers dirties my cheeks, but the youth doesn't even care.

"Stupid, Walius. Darius is an indispensable colour in drawing Holmea. I wonder if you could paint beautiful paintings by removing the large colors that can also be applied underneath"

The young man left his hands all over the paint, to write a few letters to each of them. When he takes the candlestick candle and drips the hot wax, he presses the seal of the ring there and seals it.

"Deliver this to the 'roots' stretched out on Holmea and Romanian"

As the young man threw the letter to the floor, a shadow appeared from the darkness of the room crawling through the floor as if it were a bug. Then, when the shadow picks up the letter that fell to the floor, he takes it with him and dedicates it to Kyou, and then disappears again into the darkness of the room.

The young man, who saw it through, was all alone.

"'Son of Destruction'? - Well, what color..."

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It's also in the sea plains...

A large island floating in the Benes Inland Sea, south of Jeboa, a maritime trading nation.

The islands surrounded by various large and small rocky reefs (carcinogens) are known for their difficulty in making ships not easily accessible.

One of the rocky reefs surrounding the island was the figure of one daughter.

Even though the cold northerly wind is still raging and my daughter says the water is cold season to pierce, she has not worn a single cold suit just because she covers her chest with a wide band of leather sewn seashells like fish scales. Besides, it's still beneath the surface of the sea from the waist down to the rocky reef that wears the waves.

From the tip of the silver hair tied to one in the back of his head, the sea water dripped off and it was just now coming up from the sea, but still his daughter did not even show a cold bare gesture, staring at one far land.

Unexpectedly, the daughter lay on a rocky reef in her hands.

"... sister. You came this way. I looked for you."

That being said, it was the girl with the impression that made her daughter slightly younger who peeked her head out of the waves. And when her daughter, called her sister, withdrew her hand from the third place, she inquired of the girl.

"What's wrong with you?

"Your Majesty calls for you. Anything on land, fae slaves flipped anti-flags on humans."

Her daughter looked slightly at her but immediately exhaled small as she was convinced.

"It's finally happening..."

That's something my daughter has foreseen for a long time.

Persecution of other races by humans happening on land and their perseverance were frowning merely at stories that reached her daughter's ears only marginally.

Such outrageousness, no other race can endure forever. I thought that one day there would always be a time to bee up against humans.

But my daughter is amazed at what her sister has said when she continues to be heard.

"But he said it was humans who led the revolt."

"Human? Stupid. You're telling me that humans led and fought the other races?

My sister goes on to say to her daughter, who shakes her neck small and sideways to say it's incredible.

"Yes. He says he's a man who names himself 'Son of Destruction', with terrible power over everything"

"'Son of Destruction'...?

Sometimes, my heart chopped heavily.

It's the first word I've ever heard, but for some reason my chest makes a lot of noise.

My sister looks strange to my daughter, who suddenly becomes silent.

"... sister? What's wrong with you?

"-! No, it's nothing"

When she shook her head small and mischievously, her daughter answered quickly so that she could repair it.

"Anyway, let's go to Her Majesty the Queen"

To put it that way, my daughter dived into the sea trying to slide off a rocky reef. Sink your head into the ocean so your sister can follow.

After her daughter and her sister dived, she saw something like a giant fish-tail from the waves for a moment, but it soon sank into the sea.

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It's in the land of hot sand...

He woke up talking from the top of his head.

It is a rowing area for galley ships that can enter with muffled heat and odor.

Sleeping like mud, the dim rowing ground, where the sun's rays cast in as many muscles as a belt from the gaps and pits of the deck covering the overhead, brought the slaves of the same condition as themselves to the chains.

Jarring the thick chain that was tying the giant, he looked overhead as he spoke. Then, a glimpse of the sailors standing on the deck was seen from the gap between the plates.

"- So. Holmeer and his slaves revolted."

"That's what it is. That's what it is."

Often he listened to the conversation of the sailors, who sounded discontinued.

Apparently, a heterogeneous slave rebelled against his human kingdom counterpart in an area where there is a port on his way to this next. Besides, I'm talking about the insurgency being successful and subjugating one of the cities.

But the guy quickly lost interest.

I am a born slave. I don't know how to live other than a slave, and there's no way I can be anything but a slave. It's none of my business, he said.

That wasn't giving up.

For him, it was just a factual confirmation.

Now he rested a little and thought he had to prepare himself for his next voyage, again bringing his body to a dark spot with dirt.

"- So, - my son - what is it!

He unconsciously uttered the words of the sailors he had just heard as he abandoned himself to the invitation of the soon visited sleeper.

"..." Son of Destruction ""

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Finally, in the land of the Empire, far from the centre of the continent over time -.

"Hey, did you hear that?! There's been a subhuman revolt in the West Side."

When you enter the room, without a word of greeting, to a young knight who all of a sudden looks like a freshman, a young man who seems to be his age will look like he bit down a bitter bug.

"Don't you know the word" courtesy "? What the hell is that?

But the young knight who jumped in doesn't mind it, sitting in the chair on his own, pouring the liquor into the cup without even saying no from the little liquor pot that was placed on the table.

To the unattended behavior beside it, but the youth only sighed as if they were frightened.

"It's still just what I thought. I was so sure it would happen someday! In the first place, it's a mistake for the ecclesiastical priests to speak out to the country!

To a young knight who wrestles unilaterally, the young man gives up.

"So, what the hell are we talking about?

The young knight, whose face shimmered just waiting for the word, slammed the drunk cup on the table more and more.

"Naturally, with our hands, we're talking about rebuilding this rotten empire!

The young man shrugged his shoulders in the "man" wind to show the young knight reddening his cheeks with excitement rather than drunkenness.

"Totally. - If that leaks outside, your neck will fly for treason"

"Of course, I'm telling you because it's you."

The young man said, "Since when have I been one of you? protest," but vice versa, a young knight says, "You're one of them, right?" It was the end of being asked back.

Every time, a young man realizes that it's useless to say anything to this guy, he decides to rather talk to each other.

"Let's not forget about our empire. - You think the effects of the slave revolt in the far west extend to this empire?

"Absolutely!" To the youth question, the young knight affirms. "The influence of this rebellion is sure to spread all over the continent! There must be some hell of a mess going on!

After saying so much, the young knight inadvertently began to tilt his neck.

"Is that it? Uh, I wonder what it is. The guy who started this revolt. What did I say..."

The young knight, often searching his memory as he let the universe wander his gaze, makes his face shine all the time.

"That's right! Son of Destruction!

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Thus, at last, the world knew the Son of Destruction.

But...

Hill near Bornis, where the Ethereal Horse and Darius decided the female male.

In that hill, lit by the white light of the full moon, which rose high in the sky, lined neatly with countless earthen buns, each with swords and spears that had been thrown down.

It is a tomb.

Many of the soldiers scattered in the Bornis showdown are sleeping there never to wake up again.

The hills lined with buns were surrounded by silence, so as to cover those dead.

But it is an unusual silence, not to hear a single sound of the wind and a single bug. Little tomb vandalism, such as a mouse that should have been there, didn't even show up, as if the whole hill was afraid of something.

In such silence, a blue and white fire accidentally lit up the bun.

It is a fire.

Cut it to the skin, and fire appeared there and here. And then a white figure appears, illuminated by the blaze of dancing on a bun, as if it were a candle night.

"Ahhh! My cute, cute Ethereal Horse!

It's one girl wearing a white one-piece piercing coat.

The girl spreads her arms wide and dances with a circle and a circle in the fire.

"The world knows you! But this is just the beginning. Your name is more widely known. With fear! With anger! With despair! With hatred!

The blue and white flames drifting on the battlefield are sucked in so that the girl is wrapped around her widened arms.

If, at this time, I looked down at this place directly from the top, I would have seen a whirlpool of blue and white fire centered on the girl. Put together countless blue and white fires, and the girl snarls her words as she sings.

"My gentle Ethereal Horse. You will save many people! My clever Ethereal Horse. You will enrich many people! But I'm sure you'll be betrayed. Betrayed by this world. That's when the egg shell called False Hero cracks and the real you will be unleashed from inside!

In the girl's white face, her mouth cracks open to laughter.

"Inevitably, you become a legend. Everyone will be a legend he fears!

The girl turned her white throat against her, making a mess and a laugh.

"Oh! How horrible. What a mess. My lovely Ethereal Horse! My dear Ethereal Horse! My horrible Ethereal Horse!!"

- But the world still doesn't know the true horror of it.