A Wish to Grab Happiness

The time when the devil divided was far from over.

The demon kings and demons who reigned and believed were despised by the magicians, and ruled by the God of the three pillars.

Eventually, however, even the time of the three gods, which seemed to be a long time ago, came to an end, and it became the only age of God.

― ― The name of the era is "Rule"

Under the only god, Altius, all demons are ruled. Even if it looks like an unwilling crowd, the demon is a crowd. I will never exceed her thoughts.

Under one will. Demons ravage humanity, mass-produce tragedies, and conceive despair.

Demons are the great enemies of mankind and predators for mankind. All of them are better than humans.

--But humans weren't helpless either. Beyond the era of endurance and endurance for a long time, the three are born, as if they were a mechanism of confrontation with the devil.

King of Man. Only the first King of Man, Medic. Who brings mankind together, leads mankind, and unites mankind.

Heroes. Applicable, Altia, Hert-Stanley. Those who transcend, overwhelm, and scorch humanity.

So, finally.

He who is loved by mankind, recognized by mankind, and the hope of mankind - the brave.

Richard Permyris was on the outer wall of Fort Medraut.

Drink one bottle of wine while the dead snow hits your cheek. I threw away the bottle and looked at my left arm. Beyond many battles, the palm of a scratched finger.

But more than that, wrinkles are noticeable. Richard closed his eyes as he clasped his lost right arm.

I think so.

--Old. Too much.

When did the sword called lightning strike stop striking?

When did the Black Sword lose its glow?

When did the idea of entrusting it to the next person come to mind?

Richard's heyday passed more than twenty years ago. And finally, you can't even hide your old age.

The evidence is that the Magus took my right arm.

"General Richard. Excuse me."

"What's the matter? Are you ready to kill 60,000 enemy troops?"

"Ha ha ha. Yeah, I'm bringing the liquor in now. If I had just one barrel, I'd still be on the front line."

"Ha, that's ridiculous."

Vicia, the new lieutenant, was one of Richard's first men. I know my mind, and I am aware of the hands-on management.

Vicia made her wrinkles worse than she could say after only telling her that she didn't have any problems.

"... ah, about the General's granddaughter."

"Who is my granddaughter - Namor? I should have sent him back to King's Landing."

I'm not leaving, my lord.

It was not Vicia who answered, but Namor himself. She took a clean step from Richard's blind spot.

Vicia's face hurts. I suppose he was trying to hide it by looking at the timing.

Now that Namor was stripped of his military status, he was not wearing a uniform. Wearing only modest decorations, the dress evokes her presence here. The long, three-knitted hair leans gently.

"--I 'm sorry. My lord, please forgive me for joining the line again. I am no longer a woman who can live as a nobleman of the kingdom. He can only live on the battlefield, he can only be recognized here."

It was a strong tone. The expression perseverance suits you well.

But Richard didn't have a glance.

"Go home. This is an order. If you want to join the line, follow your orders, Namor. It's the worst mistake to live only on the battlefield. The longer the battlefield, the more I get into that way of thinking."

"... then please behead me for resisting life."

Namaru!

It was not until Naymar was resolute. It must have been more than the original limit. With his head down, he even cried.

No, I was closer to screaming.

"Let's... Why, why! Didn't you tell me to look carefully!? This is the last time! Is it because I defied that man? You say you can't win without me!

There were emotional aspects, but there was no such thing as a deputy commanding calmly.

Naymar makes tears as much as he likes, like a crying child. I don't know that the weir of emotion that was inside her will stay.

No, just in front of one person who admitted it, she might have been more honest than anyone else.

"Hey, hey... you."

Richard sighed and finally saw Namar.

Stand in front of her and stick your left arm in her dovetail. A dull beating of the body's core sounded.

In an instant, Naymar lost consciousness with his swallowing. Richard holds his slender body with one arm.

"--I can't win this battle with or without you. You and Lugis. I don't know how to fix it."

60,000 enemies. This is 3,000. There's not even a gap around the solution. It is completely different from the original assumption.

Ambush tactics using surrounding hills, night raids, and burns targeting troops. I do everything I need and can. If it had been hundreds of generals, it would have made sense.

But none of this makes sense in the matter of Valerie-Britness.

It's not ineffective. It doesn't make sense. No matter how much damage he takes, that Champion is bound to drop the fort. That's a settled fact.

That's why many of the humans who will be the main force have turned to the Orun Plains.

It's been two days since Lugis left the fort. Valerie will be here tomorrow. Bring 60,000 armies.

"What do we do, Vicia? Run away."

"... end of story. You're old. I've lost my ear a lot."

"Yes, I can help you with your ears."

After a big sigh, Richard leaves Namar's body in Bisia.

"I can't leave it in the fort as long as I'm bringing the liquor in. I don't have time to go back to King's Landing... take it to a nearby village. He's not a soldier or anything. I'm just a lost country nobleman."

Even Senki seems to be vulnerable to his granddaughter.

After laughing with his nose, Richard narrowed his eyes. I thought this would be the last time I saw Namor's face.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

Doha Sula, the Magic Eye Beast, stretched out in front of the main army as an advance party on the Orion Plains.

This beast with pale hair and double horns has an unusual problem.

In other words, the question is whether it is okay to follow Lugis as it is.

The holders of the ring to follow are Lugis and Eldis the Queen of the Elves. As long as the two names are in the same faction, Doha Sula has to be given to mankind.

However, the question remains as to whether this is really the situation that Altia wants. I don't think it's good for her that Lugis is the hero of humanity and that Sigilism continues to expand.

"I don't make extra findings. I can't afford to waste my time without it."

A mercenary wearing steel said.

Full-body armor and long battle axes that will not be easily handled by humans. Westerine-Guerra dresses naturally and goes forward.

"No, I don't want to. It's troublesome. First of all, the lady's too flat. I thought it was a matter of life."

"It will happen often. For mercenaries, it is common for yesterday's enemy to be today's ally and today's to be tomorrow's. Does the Beast care about that?"

For Doha Sula, I really don't want to believe it.

For Doha Sula, bound by the contract, the enemy and allies are always clear. Money alone can make enemies and allies, and that's what makes war possible.

"From the point of view of the Beast, yes. We mercenaries follow only money and faith. It's not a real lifestyle job. But because we are not worthy of trust, we must be faithful to our faith. Follow the side offering as many gold coins as you can. That's the mercenary."

"...... So, if the Catholic Church loads a lot of gold coins, does she want to stick them there?

"I don't think so. Commander, I'm here for you."

This is the first time I've had a conversation with a person who can't communicate better than a beast.

You must have seen the upset from the bottom of Doha Sula's heart. Vestaline said after laughing under steel.

"There are many things about faith. That's how you win."

"... then, if the Catholic Church is going to win over a lot of gold coins, where are they coming from?

"I don't think so. Commander, I'm here for you."

Doha Sula secretly decided in her heart.

Let's not just believe in the faith of Vestaline. A bankrupt who does not realize that he is bankrupt is the closest thing to him.

I took a distance from Vestaline and looked forward. It was troublesome, but you looked somewhat healthier.

Two days after leaving the fort. It was as calculated.

--The anomaly poking into the sky. The mass is as close as the castle that once ruled heaven. Stronghold Giant Beast Zebrelilis.

Unexpectedly, Doha Sula looked up to heaven. I wonder if this thing can kill humans.

I don't have time for such thoughts.

I was afraid to crawl over. Doha Sula's whole body is furry.

Zebrelilis is still a long way off. It just looks like a bunch of beasts and shards at her feet.

But Doha Sula perceived it. I saw it.

--- The manifestation of death that sees death. The most dead and loved woman in the world. The king who destroyed the Magic Eye clan himself.

She stops breathing.

I exhaled with a breath.

That abominable woman is in my sight. I saw the moment when my eyes opened. It's clogged and I can see it better.

"A-, get down!

The moment Doha Sula roughed up her voice like never before.

--Death came.