A Wish to Grab Happiness

The body of the Magus Jill 'il is definitely dead. That can no longer move the body of meat. Even when it comes to magicians, that's the same thing.

Except for the soul. Perhaps she lives as a mere soul.

"I hit him badly. They're good at ghost magic."

Richard's words were faint. He seemed to have been cut off if he had no choice but to keep his life stamped.

It is not a year or two, but the background of an old general who has slipped through countless dead lines can be read on its own.

Valerie shook her blind eyes.

"..... Poison of the Dead."

"No, it's worse. I was fingered by my soul. She wants to take my soul with her. If it stays the same, the body will be the same. So die before that. I'm not willing to be his favorite immortal. - Hey, Namor!

Battle-Scarred Necromancers freely manipulate people's bodies and souls. Basically, it had to belong to the dead, but Jill was different.

She erodes and dominates human souls and bodies alive. Richard understood that the kind of magic that was sprayed on him was such a thing.

If you do not hit me like this, my body will become immortal, and my soul will be tied to the thread of Jill. Even if he died now, his soul might still be tied, but it was better than having his body taken away.

……

"... hey, Namor."

The lieutenant who will certainly be there will not come out of the forest in silence. Maybe he was still hiding.

"Don't be stupid, you're not coming out!

"Your Excellency told me to leave! So I'm not here!

Naymar has become a fool. Richard opens his mouth when he is stunned. I noticed it after a few seconds.

She's just trying to keep her orders healthy.

On the wall, she was ordered to go home. Richard put her to sleep with strength, trying to resist. That's why I'm afraid the same thing will happen again if I fight my life.

"... okay, that's an order, Namar. Come here."

"... yes, sir."

Neimar stretches his legs out of the forest as he waits for words. She thinks it's easier to lurk in the woods than to be a soldier.

I couldn't help it when people talked seriously. No, maybe Namor didn't hear the conversation earlier.

Alternatively, Richard points to Namor.

"There's no turning back, Namor. I don't have enough hands. You head for the plains of Aung. Tell Rugis this. - Fort Medraut has already fallen. Tell him I'm going to die."

The face of Naymar who tried to reply was distorted.

Your body is filled with unnecessary tension in an instant. But I didn't have time to wait for Namor to calm down.

I can't do my best anymore. Then give me the next best plan. If you can't even do that, you'll have to take the next best course.

"Valerie, this is a military negotiation. I'm gonna die right here. I'll leave Fort Medraut intact. Instead, my men should be alive. If you have any more pieces of honor left, you won't stand in the way of killing Zebrelilith. You think it's a good story about insects?

Valerie put up a good posture and said with the eyes of a warrior.

"... do you think I'll swallow that story?"

"Swallow. You hate immortals. That's why I hate old folks. It was the old religion that created the immortals for the first time. They made it themselves and zeroed it into the world, and we lost it ourselves, so it's bad in nature.

You will kill an acquaintance so long as he becomes immortal. That's why you kill me. On the other hand, you don't kill soldiers for nothing. So if Fort Medraut falls intact, you accept it. "

An incredible emotional storm is born in Valerie.

Richard is right, and I am convinced that if you want to save yourself, you should. We should do it now.

But as soon as I reached the stage of killing him, my thoughts stopped.

Kill him. Or do you make them immortal? My chest asks why I have to make such a decision.

Immortal. A nightmare created by the quest for Sigilistic knowledge.

Dead Spirit Magic is just a system of magic that has existed since the past, but after all, it was just a technique to manipulate dead souls and parts of spirits. Just listening to the dead doesn't hurt others like other magic.

It was the sorcerers of the past who overturned it. As long as they are the demons of exploration, they cannot stop exploring possibilities.

That's why I thought about it.

There are two souls and one body. It's an inseparable combination. But death magic only manipulates one side of it. If the soul and the body are truly inseparable, will the dead body also be able to manipulate the dead soul?

In conclusion, the world remembered that the attempt was successful and the dead resurrected.

Beyond the boundaries of Sigilism, this new ghost magic spread and was learned by many. Dead Spirit Magic is now counted as a magic landlord.

The army of immortals born as a result overwhelmed the magic. Humanity has a new hand as a countermeasure to magic. There were days when I thought so.

But this immortal had a big flaw.

If the magicians die, they will be free, not returned to the dirt.

Besides, I don't know why, but they definitely want a battle. I want to fight, not die, but kill each other.

At the end of two great battles, many of the immortals were destroyed. Reaper magic will then follow the path of decline.

The evasion and fear of the people do not allow the existence of ghost magic. Most are decommissioned, and all that remains is what some humans pass down and inherit.

"Wait... wait. What is it, what is it?! I don't know, I didn't hear anything! My Lord!?"

"Hey."

Richard shouted loudly at Namar, who couldn't keep up with the two.

Richard was too quiet in response to Neimar's rushing voice.

"If you're going to live on the battlefield, don't be upset. You may, but don't imitate anything else. Everything changes in a flash on the battlefield. Commanders must be prepared on the spot.

It's just a cowardly tradition to take time to prepare. People can be prepared in an instant, and they can make decisions in one breath. "

"---! So you want me to let you go!?

"Yes, it is."

Richard nodded without restraint. It was not a renunciation, it was a voice that set the stage for preparation if it was to be said in an organic way. Richard continues to speak as if the teacher were choosing a language to teach his students.

"The value of life is unequal, Namor. We need to always distinguish between those who should be slashed and those who are better left behind. Take care of yourself."

Although it was a thought of military judgment, the terrible thing about this old general was that he even incorporated it into his framework.

It's more efficient to make use of yourself. Kill because it's better to kill yourself.

Is he a brave man or a reasonable monster? Nobody knows anymore.

"Valerie, you too. It'll be easy enough to kill me. Just wiggle with your magic armor and you're done. Or can't you decide?"

…………

All that came out of the question was silence.

Valerie glanced at her gracious eyes and still couldn't make a decision. Your thoughts cloudy. If you don't hold it down, your breath is going to be rough.

It was strange. I came here to fight. Of course, some of them even had a choice to kill Richard.

Even so, if you were told to kill me face-to-face, everything would stop thinking.

Three days.

Richard said to zero. Valerie's face bounced.

"I conveyed this request. I can bring my body in three days. Make up your mind and swallow."

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

Richard returns to Fort Medraut and finally settles down. Your body groans slightly and you exhale. The flesh that I once tasted in the spiritual world was lovely.

"Vicia, lend me your horse when Namar gets here. Send a message to the plains of Orun."

The old lieutenant, who welcomed the old general, deepened his wrinkles and smiled.

"If that's the case, I already have. I was forced by the Beast."

"Oh, good. I just made a little foolish threat."

It would have worked by asking me if I would be ashamed to the end. Naymar threw up in Richard and ran off in the snow if he wasn't allowed to die by the time he got back.

By the time she gets back, it's probably all over. There was no need to think of an excuse.

"Well, how did it go? The intimate meeting between the two generals

"It worked."

Yes, it worked.

I bought time by destroying the body of the Magus and granting Valerie respite.

Valerie is a summary executioner, but once she has trouble, she is immersed in the mud. It has been so for a long time.

So if we set a deadline of three days, she will undoubtedly suffer for two days. Combined with the time I've spent so far - I've earned the date I promised Lugis.

Richard's life is one of the things I gave him. What a cheap shopping.

Richard was relieved that his thoughts had first fallen in a good direction.

All purpose is to buy time from the beginning. I really didn't think Valerie would help us destroy Zebrellis.

Even if you promised me help, I won't be able to move my troops in time. It will take two full days to move the regiment to the Orun Plains.

Then all you can do is confuse Valerie and get her worried.

It would have been bad if Valerie had chosen to kill herself instantly. Richard was stepping on 80% of what you had to do.

"Time has been earned. But sometimes Lugis can't make it. Just be ready for that."

"Not anymore. This one's just skilled."

"Yes, all veterans make mistakes."

Richard chews his lips slightly as he returns Vicia's light smile.

Now I have fulfilled my duties as a general.

The problem is - the existence of magic in the soul. This is not all a lie. It wasn't entirely deceptive.

There is no doubt that Richard is beginning to walk the path to immortality. It was the first experience to capture the body and soul of a living human being and transform it into an immortal.

Vicia stepped forward to deepen Richard's wrinkles.

"... General. We got a good place to die. I thought I was just getting old, but I'm sorry to die in a calm bed."

Vicia says while handing over the liquor to bite it. When Richard looked back, the old lieutenant's face was daunting and urgent and no longer looked like that of the old man.

"For us who are old, what we want more than life is neither money nor goods. It's just honor. Only fame comforts my body."

Bisia laughs bitterly and tells her old friend about it. Years accumulate in every color of voice, expression, and eye. The laughter sounded more like air than a voice.

"... it seems like you. Oh, yeah. We're already dying. I wonder if this is the end."

Richard nods. Earlier, I re-experienced my climax as a brave man with only my spirit. That's why I realized how decaying my body is now.

That's right. Death was there from the beginning. Just a few steps closer, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Raise your cheeks. The lips that could not hide the old age painted a smile.

"It's a great fight. Hey, let whoever wants to go home go first. Whatever you do in battle, you'll die a madman in the end."

"Yes, I don't, but that's what it is."