Hakai no Miko

It was raining softly.

The sky has a thin ink-dropping cloud, from which light rain continues uninterrupted. This rain, which suddenly began to fall last night, finally subsided this morning, but there is still no sign of it stopping.

It is the abyss of the mountains.

It is a place where the flow of water descends rapidly from the mountains that soar to the north as if to take a short rest before heading to the hills that stretch beyond. Usually surrounded by trees and surrounded by a calm atmosphere, but now a large amount of water stained brown with mud was pouring up and roaring.

On the banks of such an abyss, two men were falling.

One is a strangely sloppy, shaped man. The back length is only as thick as a human child, but its arms and feet are as thick as a whole. Covering your head neatly is a large helmet shaped like a barrel of metal. Now the visor on the front was raised, from which peeked the characteristic dough nose in the middle of his face and the dark beard covering the lower half of his face.

It is a dwarf.

One of the seven races living in this continent of Cerdeas. It is a race that serves the goddess of the earth and houses its dwellings in caves and pits. Its dwarf, which was a species known for its stubbornness and bumpness, but was exposed to turbidity from knee to bottom, had already expired.

And there was another man lying at the tip of both arms stretched out by that dwarf as if he were going to do even 10,000.

He looks like a young man in his late teens from his outfit. But the muddy face is still a face that leaves the boy's obscenity more colorful than a youth. The wet, brunette strained forehead was tightly wrapped in a bowl of gold engraved with delicate texts.

Together, he was a young man who already looked like he had been cut off, but his chest moved slightly as he breathed.

But not far as this is going, the youth will be as breathless as the Dwarves are.

and at that time. A foot in a worn leather sandal stepped into the puddle at the end of the nose with the eyes of a young man who continued to breathe weakly, which seemed to stop now.

The young man leaks a small groan unconsciously at the damp sound of treading muddy water and the irritation of Shizuku (shizuku) on his face.

"Oh... ugh..."

My legs in sandals trembled and backed away. But when a young man realizes that he is unconscious, he approaches it with such footsteps as fear.

"... alive?

It was the voice of the girl who fell on the young man's cheek with the rain Shizuku.

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When the young man opened his eyes lightly, he saw rocky skin illuminated by an orange (dashi) color fire. And nearby, there is the sound of a patch of fire.

The thought is unclear as if there was a blur in the back of the brain.

He looked at his rocky skin and listened to the sound of the fire, but he soon learned that his throat was dry.

"Mi... water..."

Pull off your tenacious lips and squeeze out your voice.

Then I felt signs that something was moving nearby.

"Sister Erica. Looks like he woke up."

I heard a slightly taller child.

After a while, a water bag mouth suddenly presses against my dry lips. And when I wondered if my lips had been forced to crack, water poured into my mouth from that gap. The dried throat made a noise reflexively and swallowed water, but could not drain out the amount that was inadvertently poured into it, some of which went into the trachea.

For a moment, when I can get rid of the water bag pressed against my mouth by hand, I twist my torso and cough my face hard to the ground. By the time I coughed up and finally calmed down, my consciousness was clear.

"Ko... is this...?

Looking around, it was the root of a huge rock that protruded into the grassy mountain skin. If you look over your head, it is a natural refuge where protruding rocks are covered as if they were shelters (hives).

A voice was inadvertently voiced by a confused young man as to why he slept in a place like this.

"You lost your life."

The astonished young man turns to him who spoke as if he were a bullet.

And doubted my eyes.

There were beautiful girls.

"Bad luck seems to be the only thing strong enough for a poor body."

One of the oldest daughters I've ever seen thrown at me is a hard word to say friendly.

When I was a year, I was in my mid-teens approximately. Slightly suspended round eyes, like cats. A slightly pointed little nose. Adorable little lips. They were in their little faces, exquisitely placed, shaping one beauty. The stunning blonde hair, like yarn made of pure gold, was dusty on the journey, and her face was still stained with mud and dirt, but not of such beauty as to be impaired to that extent.

Also speaking of beauty, the three girls who leaned against her did not take the pull either. All young girls a little over the age of ten, but still immature, thus added adorability, as if they were puppets carefully created by Dwarf artisans.

But it was those pinned and standing long ears that caught the youth's attention more than their beauty.

"... Elves?

That is without a doubt one of the seven races living in this continent of Cerdeas. He was a beautiful species elf who lived in the woods, serving the gods of the wind.

But in this casual word spoken by the youth, the girls shudder their bodies small.

It also seemed as if the youth were afraid to recognize the girls as elves.

Perhaps a girl holding a leather water bag, who would have given me a drink of the water earlier, says swordswallowing things to her elderly daughter as she finds the young man with a dazzling eye.

"Sister Erica. I knew you'd better kill him."

Now the young man deflected his body a little more.

Besides, her daughter, called Erica, stops the burning fire with a branch in her left hand, and she looks at the youth.

To the girl's suggestion, Erica did not affirm. But the vigilance and more intense aversion to not miss this move as one fingertip made her look familiar.

This unapologetically malicious young man asks frightened.

"Ki, who are you...?

The clothes Aerica was wearing, I guess, were originally superior fabrics, but now they are dirty with mud and dirt without a shadow to see, and everywhere they are rubbed off and worn out. Erica inquired the other way as she pulled up with her left hand the big fur that was hanging on her to cover her half from her right shoulder to hide it was about to slip off.

"Who are you? Where the hell are you from?

"Duh, from where..."

So the young man returned to me and looked around him again.

"Where am I? Why am I here?!"

What now, Aerica turns back.

He taught me with disdain that he was a very dumb guy.

"You don't remember? You were on the banks of a river that was flooded with rain, losing your mind and falling."

"... rain? River?"

"That's right. But, you know, you're lucky. I barely even drank water because I was losing my mind. Otherwise, you'd have drowned."

"Drowning... dying?

Some sights come like flashes on the brains of a young man who was repeating the girl's words like a return.

Somewhere deep in the mountains. It rained hard. The mountains roar like bitter ground.

And a sudden collapsed foot. My body being thrown off a cliff.

"That's right! My feet suddenly collapsed, I fell into the river below, and then...! How much did I get flushed?!"

The young man, who finally remembered his situation, hesitated, but Erica shoved coldly, "Do we know that?" Erica asks without hesitating, as she did at twilight, to the young man who left her mouth half-opened and confused (blurry).

"So who the hell are you?

The young man who answered me, along with the cold sweat, answered Erica's question, which she had asked me to include, additionally, depending on the response.

"My name is Kishi..."

So the young man says, "Oh, my God." And when I put my hand on my forehead in a hurry, I made sure that the bowl of gold remained wrapped around it, and I breathed relief.

"What's wrong with you?

The young man waves and excuses Aerika, who looks surprised and asks.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Hey, my bumped head hurts!

It was poured into a wild river. I don't think it's intact at all. But still, what the youth are saying and doing nowadays is strange.

"So, is it called xa?

The young man tilted his neck to say he didn't know what he was talking about.

"So your name is Xa?

"-! Well, yes. Yes!"

After keeping an eye on him like he noticed something hah, the young man who named him Xa shook his head desperately vertically.

Suspicious.

Erica thought so.

The words and actions of the young man who says Kisa are too suspicious. It was obvious that he was trying to hide something.

But I don't know what that is.

Guess from what he said and did just before he started to get upset, he seems to be hiding his qualities.

But after thinking that far, Erica laughed bitterly.

What the hell do we hide our qualities from ourselves and become?

From the look of Kisa, who is still looking at this one with a frightened eye, he didn't look like a well-known samurai or an outlaw to be chased. Besides, I guess a human would be a good age, calling himself "me" sounds like some fancy or aristocratic bong.

However, there is no such arrogance in contempt of (offering) others, nor can I feel the goodness of growing up from their standing behavior.

I didn't think very well that humans who were unlikely to be such poisons or drugs had just the qualities we had to hide from ourselves.

So, who the hell is this guy?

When I thought about it that way, Erica's intuition told me it was "lost".

The fact is, you'll be flushed into the river and you won't even know where you are right now. But apart from that, for some reason, he was suddenly thrown out into a strange land and looked freaked out and semi-crying lost.

The sleeve of Erica who was thinking about it (so) is pulled. With her face facing the front to restrain Xa, her eyes only turned to the side, where the girl with the water bag pinched her sleeve.

"This guy is too suspicious. I think we should kill him or get rid of him."

Erica agreed with what the girl with the water bag said.

The youth's too weak attitude, however, does not feel dangerous, even if suspicious. Rather, it's enough to be ridiculous to be on guard against a guy like this.

Aerika's nostrils slowed her guard against Kisa, still looking at her with fright.

"Well, fine. - My name is Erica. These children, Ilza, Nina, Paula"

Erica goes from the girl with the water bag to the two girls hiding behind her back in turn. That's how when I twisted my torso back, the fur that had fallen off Erica's right shoulder.

As soon as that happens, Xa keeps a small eye out.

From underneath the fur, a crossbow (Ishiyumi), firmly held in his right hand, was pointed at him with an arrow attached.

If we were to imitate it in a disgusting way, Xa realizes that she was shot with that crossbow and now she shakes her body with a blur.

I noticed that, Erica said after laughing with her little nose.

"How long have you been exposed to that poor nudity? If it's clothes, it's dried over the stones there."

Looking down at her body to Erica's words, Xa finally realized she was naked and screamed.