A Wish to Grab Happiness

"- My Master, I have good news and bad news. Where do you want to hear it from? I don't care what you do."

Valerie-Britney, commanded by the Pope of the Cathedral and King of the Kingdom of Garrison, leads 60,000 troops. While looking at her side during the march, Lieutenant Doré hoisted her head.

The little girl filled her chest with confidence and waited for the Lord's reaction.

"Well, let's hear it from the bad guys. But you know what I am, Doré."

I see. But Master's lieutenant hasn't been here in a while. You care about yourself, don't you?

Doré's words are not lies. But it's not because it's been a long time since I've been using my mind.

Although Valerie and Doré were temporarily divided into separate armies due to the devastation of Zebrellis, they both defended Fort Suzif from repeated beast raids.

Valerie is in the battle. Doré wants something else.

It is impossible for trust to deepen and for it to fade.

That's why Doré cares about the enemies he's going to fight.

"The surrounding villages are useless. I cannot replenish it. Enemy general-Richard Palmyris doesn't seem willing to protect the villagers. The villagers moved, the grain vaults were burned, and the wells were poisoned. The villagers can't go home anymore."

Hmm, that sounds like it.

Doré dared to call the enemy generals to ascertain the Lord's reaction. That's what she cares about.

Enemy General Richard is a clear traitor to the Garrison Kingdom. The trouble is, he was also the closest person to Valerie.

When Doré heard the news that he had been defeated by great evil, Doré did not forget that the LORD was quietly angry.

So it's no wonder Valerie and her name are a little upset.

Betraying Doré's expectations, Valerie continued to speak with an unfamiliar face.

"If that's the case, I'll do it that way. You'll see. The biggest drawback of the army is replenishment. It's not easy to keep feeding a flock of 60,000 people. If the village was to lose its supply base, it would be even worse. --Besides, if there is a village, some people will commit atrocities to tighten up the military discipline. We have to evacuate and protect the villagers."

Valerie seemed to miss the enemy generals.

From the tone of his voice, his constant ruthlessness dissolved and he was luminous. Rather, Doré even felt the atmosphere of enjoying the current situation.

I don't know, I sharpen my lips. It wasn't funny to Doré at all.

"... the good news is that there will be fewer than a few thousand enemy soldiers in the fort. A surprise ambush can be considered because of the small number of extra people, but the Master wouldn't have to tell you, would he?

Doré then looked ahead and tried to flatten his breath. I can feel my chest twitching. Other people, it is not the kind that the Lord wants to show.

However, for a meta-human named Valerie, it is difficult to miss even the slight upset of Doré.

"... you and I are friends. I know what you're thinking. It must be Zebrelilis the Great Devil."

Dore trembled on both shoulders. It was no wonder what else was said, but still, the irrationality stuck in my chest.

After choosing the word, Doré opened his mouth.

"... that's right. Admit it, Master. Well, I didn't think I could hide it from the start."

It wasn't funny at all. Dore's triple white eyes narrowed in a mood of frustration. All of this battle is unintentional to Doré.

Why should the honorable Valerie-Britney, who is the Lord, be allowed to imitate such a fire thief? Why is it that the LORD hath taken this task with ease?

No, I know it's Doré. The most painful option for the people who call themselves the new kingdom here is the use of this army to kill them.

Efficient and reasonable. And for the Lord, there is no doubt that he will be able to settle with Richard, the enemy general, who will still be remembered.

But the more realistic it is, the more it is. A feeling of regret is sprouting. I wonder if this is really good.

Doré remembered a man. No, about him and a bunch of soldiers.

--The northernmost end of the Garrison Kingdom. There is no final story left of Fort Suzif, which fell by Zebrelilis.

How miserable they were in the battle. How bravely they fought against those desperate beasts and monsters for six days.

Nothing can be passed down. The Great Demon Zebrelilis ate everything that was there. Even Doré, who had stayed in the fort until recently, had no way of knowing their end.

There is only one thing to know. With a weak voice, the honorable man's general and his soldiers, who judged themselves weak, fulfilled their duty. He fulfilled his duties as a nobleman, as a soldier, and as a man.

"I think he deserves respect, Master. That's why I don't like cathedrals. Their duty is supposed to be the destruction of magic. Sometimes I'm obsessed with dealing with territory. In the end, even the movements of Zebrelilis, who melted the lives of tens of thousands of people, were used for military purposes."

Dore snorted. It was like a child insisting that it wasn't funny at all.

Hmm. That teaches and spreads the doctrine of prayer and duty. "

"Dore"

Valerie was listening quietly to Doré's words, but when her words were about to spread to rebellion against doctrine, she put her mouth to the boulder.

In fact, Valerie is not such a devout Catholic. So, no matter how much Doré scolded the Catholic Church, he could laugh and nod.

But now there's only one in this army - no, what the hell. Valerie knows that there are people who can't do it.

"- Shut up, Jill. Shut your mouth."

Before she spoke, Valerie crushed her words and said.

Soon a carriage approached Valerie. A carriage is not like placing passengers on it. It's not a roof, it's a replacement for a luxurious chair with wheels and horses.

In a sense, it is easier to understand what a tank is.

Jilluir-Hano bounced his pale hair.

"Valerie, you're making a mistake. I am not trying to blame her. It's just about explaining the path to happiness without skin. Only to believe in God, to pray to God, to love God, to obey God, to obey God, to be with God, to dedicate to God..."

"- Jill, do you think I know nothing about you? I said shut your mouth."

Valerie knows that leaving her mouth free will not produce good results.

Valerie stared sharply and said to spit. Jill stared at Valerie with his emotionally unreadable eyes. It is not hostile, but there is a stronger feeling of disgust in both.

Fuzzy, Valerie cut off her sight.

"... Doré. I have a favor to ask you. The fort is less than a day away. Send me a messenger again. Officially."

Valerie says to keep Doré away from Jill and to finish other errands together. Doré replied small and then regained his face as a lieutenant. There are no more unsatisfactory colors there.

She is also a man capable of dividing emotions from military service.

"I wonder if I should be the one to choose the messenger, Master."

"I don't mind. I trust you. The purpose is one - surrender Richard Palmyris. Now, I still forgive you. Yes, tell Valerie what she's saying."

Valerie said, dressed in magical armor, but not hostile.