A Wish to Grab Happiness

Far above Fort Medraut. With the lower limit in sight, Daemon Oufu makes the shadow stupid. A strange shadow that was not influenced by the sun created the shape of a person.

What you see ahead of your eyes is an undeniable battle. The ultimate struggle in which people and people share each other's lives.

The spears of the brave Richard and the hero Valerie set each other in an inevitable manner. We found the bodies of the soldiers overlapping and roaring.

"Twenty years, no, at least ten years later, if you were born."

Oufu's words were directed at Richard, who flies his sword at the outer walls of the fort.

He was at the highest point as the brave man of mankind. But it's been over forty years, and how much power is left now? It is too difficult to finger Artius.

It is the right form as a human being. People are always old. You must live hard now and pass it on to the next generation. Even if the next generation wasn't what it wanted.

But there is only one woman who tries to twist the logic down.

"Ultius. You're still a terrible woman."

The shadow shifts his gaze to the Archbishop.

Sixty thousand troops, Valerie the hero who leads it. A Magic Crusader male that opposes Magus on a single horse.

And there he was, trying to get away from her a little bit.

Gold. One with the soul of a great hero. The Savior who undoubtedly shapes the supremacy of this generation.

― ― Helt-Stanley has arrived on the battlefield.

There is no doubt that there is no other reason why Valerie chose to go into battle than the existence of gold. I mean, it was Artius' fault.

For Altius, even Valerie's frustration might have been appreciated. That's why I was working on it first.

The fact that Helt is here also means more than pushing Valerie.

He is the guardian of the Virgin and commander of the army. His actions are therefore not monogamous.

Oufu looks farther and narrower. Tens of thousands of armies, including magic, can be seen wandering the streets again. We should meet with Valerie's army in a few days. That way, the total will swell to nearly 100,000.

Helt was just joining Valerie first, along with the soldiers around him.

"--That sounds like you, Altia. I couldn't teach you anything."

Oufu told me to throw up. It's close to the tone we had when we were human before we became the Great Demons.

The Great Devil Altius - she has no choice but to destroy and rule her enemies. She knows and tolerates all means to do so.

Oufu, who had spent many times with her, knew that Artius' thoughts were in his hands.

Fort Medraut can no longer be a weir to hold down the army of demons. The fall is certain. The army led by Lugis will not make it.

In that case, Artius will not take any negative measures, such as maintaining the front. She focuses on cutting off the enemy's head no matter what time it is.

--So if the fort falls, it's decided to crush the king's capital.

That way, Lugis will be alone and helpless. The eyes of victory are lost. Artius will hunt him down like a lion beats his prey. As Arieno's family wishes.

Oufu dropped his gaze. Grip your fingers. I could feel the magic flowing through each of its fingertips.

Those called the Great Devil gain strength by faith and by temple, and by soul. In this world rebuilt by Sigilism, the magic possessed by Oufu is enormous compared to the previous world.

But they're all meant to be used against Artius. When his family arrived under Artius, it was meant to push his back.

If we use magic to intervene here now, we will have no power to give Ultius the end.

Oufu asks himself without thinking. Should I trust Lugis? Or - should I entrust it to you next?

Artius said it was a mistake, but Luigis's achievements are impressive. That must be it.

All humans could not reach his level. At this point, it is astonishing that the blade is still pointing at Artius. Moving beyond the boundaries of humanity, he is also the enemy of Artius.

That's why I think Oufu. If he doesn't reach us, no one can kill Artius in this era anymore. There is no one who can break her ambitions.

It's no wonder. No generation will ever be stopped by anyone.

If so, it is one option to hide now and entrust everything to the next generation.

"The world surrenders to you. I'm sure you're satisfied, you!

Even this voice will be heard by Artius.

For a few seconds that seems forever. Countless thoughts and trials pile up in the brain. After biting and crushing her teeth, Oufu says.

"--Very well. You won, Artius. I can't think of anything else anymore."

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Fort Medraut's appearance was like renouncing himself as a fortress.

An enemy soldier named Enemy Soldier pushed down the fort, and many ladders landed on the outer wall. The guards that burned it down and killed the enemy with their spears were steadily decreasing in number.

"Arrows are coming! Hold your shields!

Richard flies his words the moment he sees an arrow blowing up from the enemy line. The moment everyone held their shields and hid in the shadow of the stone wall.

The blowing wind was torn apart, and an arrow covered the outer wall. Ruthless inorganic killers sometimes pierce their shields and take away their soldiers' lives.

Richard slapped his tongue. I would like to shoot arrows from here as well. But the difference in numbers is overwhelming. It's the same as spraying water on a grilled stone.

"General, the cannon is ready!

"I don't need confirmation! Let's fly together!

Bisia, who spoke up, would have understood that the moment Richard said it, a loud noise sounded and a huge stone was thrown out by gunpowder.

Only this rare sound and the appearance of stones coming down on the battlefield will stop the enemy soldiers slightly. A crystal of technology that can be called a Sigilistic sword.

But the numbers are still different. Whether you kill your enemies, kill them, or kill them, they come out. Even Richard's Black Sword, Commander, was caught in blood.

It's a masterpiece. I want to lead that kind of army.... you want to go back to King's Landing, Vicia?

"Stupid. If a soldier has time to cry, he shoots a single arrow."

"... Vicia, you"

Richard realized that the lieutenant's voice was muddy. I watched him while the enemy's offensive temporarily stopped.

That's how you understand. It is miraculous to be alive and moving. You are receiving arrows all over your body. If you see blood spilling out of your stomach, it could be fatally damaged to your internal organs.

I can't help you anymore.

"General, I am a soldier."

Before Richard said anything, Vicia stood still and said so. Because I knew once I sat down, I couldn't stand up anymore.

Unexpectedly, Richard stuck to the lieutenant's words. I can't tell him to rest anymore.

So I skipped the order as usual.

"Vicia, we can't keep our enemies down any longer. It's only a few hours until you're desperate to earn the essence. We have to earn half a day already."

After nearly half a day of fighting, the Archbishop's momentum will not stop. They have a firm aim of fighting heresy, led by the silver-edged herd Valerie-Britney. The general is familiar with the technique of making soldiers enthusiastic.

If she had been serious, this fortress would not have existed from the beginning. This is only a natural result.

Is the clogging as expected?

"Ah, Vicia, get your drinks ready. --I can keep my enemies in my pocket."

Richard looked at Vicia's eyes and said. The light hasn't disappeared yet. Rather brilliant, it even seems to say that now is the time to flourish.

"General, may I ask you one last question?"

On command Bisia nodded, and said in a plundered voice. His throat, which keeps flying his subordinates, is already painful for just speaking out.

Still he says. We knew we no longer had time for each other.

"I crossed the battlefield many times with the general. Ever since you were captain, or you were a brave man. Some of the soldiers will do the same. - You said you wanted to go back to King's Landing, General."

And the voice of the old days saith unto the earth as he plungeth.

Richard never sandwiched his words.

"Stupid. We are not following the princess nor are we saving our lives. I told you, we have nothing but fame.

--I wanted a reputation for fighting with you. Wherever you stood for us, it was the King's City. That's all. "

"... I'm a man who couldn't accomplish anything."

"Then let's do it here."

The lieutenant turns his heel and gathers his men to carry out his final orders. Unexpecting a bitter smile, Richard deepened the wrinkles on his cheeks.

Richard couldn't leave this outer wall. It's here, and we still have to make the enemy generals think it's in the fort.

That's why I can't watch the end of Vicia. Such feelings could not have been tolerated on the battlefield.

That's why I only called out to my back.

"Keep your throat fixed. The wine is delicious after the battle."

I look forward to it, General.

The old general and the old lieutenant break up here. The fort is no longer alive, and the fall is inevitable.

The roar rang several times, and the main gate of the fort was raised.

Richard laughed at it.

"I'll teach you the battlefield at the end, kids. The battlefield is a dead freak."