A Wish to Grab Happiness

The Cathedral. This place, which has remained quiet for many years and served as a base for the Catholics, will also change its role in the turmoil.

It was not just a vault for holding faith, but a barracks to protect it.

"Faith always comes with hardship. Divergence shall surely appear, and the persecutor shall be born, and the apostate shall grow. But we have overcome them for hundreds of years. It's just the same thing now. It is neither wealth nor intelligence that truly enriches people. It's about overcoming it."

A quiet, yet heartfelt voice.

A parade in the cathedral. Saint Arieno talks in the sunlight with her brilliant golden hair.

The faithful and the soldiers who listen to the words have no fierce enthusiasm to make noise. There is a belief in steel that boils in the chest.

They were infinitely enthusiastic like the people, and did nothing to raise their voice. It is a shameful proof that my heart has been moved.

They don't move. Neither agree nor show passion. As long as it is what you deserve.

For believers and soldiers alike, the Archbishop had more meaning than symbolism.

They were robbed of their kingdom by magic and infidels. King's Capital is the identity of the nation when it expresses royalty.

In an extremely weakened kingdom, we needed something else to trust not only the soldiers, but even the nobles who followed the king.

It's nothing but a coincidence that a jewel called the Virgin is stuck in it.

"His Majesty the Amelites. Please say something to the soldiers."

Motivated by the Virgin, the old king wakes himself up. The heavy white armor worn on the jacket was a testament to the king's respect for the path of martial arts.

Soldiers float in a solemn atmosphere.

"... there is no longer a path to pull, there is only a path to go. Victory must be guided by hand. - Gentlemen, generals, soldiers. I order you to return to King's Landing."

And the servants and the soldiers rang their heels, and followed them.

The kingdom and the Catholic Church, which were cooperative relationships but contested each other's interests. The two will come together here, perfectly close.

King and Virgin. It has never even happened before, such as the parental consciousness of both. By being crushed by great evil, the two finally had a unified will.

Whoever it was made of, the truth remains unchanged.

After the parade, the cathedral makes the wartime system stronger. The council system was completely lost, and the Pope supported the Virgin's words. The very institution of the Cathedral is unified under the Virgin.

"- Virgin Arieno. Thank you for your time."

Now there are few people who can meet the Virgin directly. One of the patrons, Jace-Brackenberry, was confronted with the Virgin in a reception room.

Built with unusual cleanliness, the room even feels like it has lost its human taste.

"If Protector Brackenberry wanted it, I can no longer say no. What can I do for you?"

The Virgin has a gentle smile and a gentle atmosphere that welcomes more people than charisma. More like a girl named Arieno than a saint.

For Brackenberry, this humane appearance was more frightening.

"... I've said this on several occasions before. This battle will surely devastate the country. Certainly, the West Roar, the South Elizaldo, and the East Volvato were devastated. But we're bigger. It's not just a beast disaster, it's about to start a civil war."

So?

The Virgin shows her palm and encourages her to continue. The smile is not broken at all.

"You're smart. You already know that. If it's magic, it's still good, if it's destroyed, it's over. But when it comes to civil war, the story changes. We will share a grudge that leads to bone marrow in the country, and the country will be desolate and citizens will be divided."

This is no longer just a pagan rebellion.

New kingdom and old kingdom. Sigilistic and Catholic. The "Evangelical War" begun by the Sigilistic Virgin Matthia has now been transformed into a "Jihad" that divides the Garrison Kingdom.

This is a civil war. We know the end of the country that started the civil war.

"No major meetups have yet taken place. They only recaptured the city that was taken by magic. There was an arrogance to the throne, but there is a way to cure it without roughing up the country."

"This is what clogging is like. Stop the joint patriarchal enlistment by His Majesty Amelitz and the Archbishop."

"... that's right. It will be irrecoverable. You're the only one who can do it."

"I can't take it back anymore. If you're a smart patriot, you'll see."

It switches from the humane voice of Arieno to the voice of the Virgin. There was no time for Brackenberry to raise her gaze, and the Virgin suppressed his words.

"This beast disaster has devastated the land, no, the continent and order itself. Planting a new order on the continent requires absolute strength and faith. In a mixture of Catholicism and the Old Church, there is only extra conflict."

"That's why... you want to say you're going to crush the old religion after a civil war?"

"Yes. Is there more to it?

Brackenberry looked into the eyes of the Virgin from the front.

And understand again. This fanaticism is unconvincing. Whereas the battle for him is only a diplomatic means, the Virgin is waging it with a different thought.

I can't speculate on Brackenberry, but I knew it would be because of my faith.

That's why it's impossible to convince. Religion accepts irrationality. It's not a matter of good or evil, it's the nature of religion.

Compared to Brackenberry, I didn't think I'd ever be able to convince you. This was the last confirmation.

"I understand your feelings, Virgin. I don't want to pinch words anymore."

I'm sure. Words won't stop this Virgin. Then there is no other way.

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The stronger Lugis gets, the more trouble he gets. I don't mind. I'm glad that Rugis is well. "

You must have been asking questions about Brackenberry. In the breast of the Spirit Altia, the sacred body Arieno said with ease.

Innocence that wholeheartedly rejoices in his growth, hoping and acting that everything other than himself will be taken away from childhood familiarity. Two people who seem to be in conflict live together in Arieno.

She seemed to say that her desire to save and rule was the same as her love and compassion for him.

Ultia answers her family's words with an unbelievable smile. One voice was leaked into the Virgin's private room.

"Did he get stronger? Where is it?"

It's not a mockery. There were no emotions there. It is accompanied by a mere statement of the facts.

Rugis, who was an adventurer, must have won the Great Devil and the Magus. I don't know what you're going to say without saying that you're getting stronger. "

"That's right. My strength has grown, and I have acquired martial arts. In that regard, he is still a family member of Oufu. He is good at breaking and throwing away my script.... but the strength of people is somewhere else. He has become much weaker. If he wanted to kill me, he should have penetrated his way from the beginning."

For the first time, Altia put a pitiful color on her eyes.

"Arieno, you are my family. Your presence allowed me to acquire the sacred body. [M] So don't worry. I will give you the means to make your wish come true."

- He will surely be yours.

In her eyes, Altia said as she saw Lugis confronting Zebrellis the Great Devil. Arieno answers.

Yeah, I don't mind. But I'm not counting on you. I just want to save Lugis my way. "

That's why you can use any hand you want. Arieno always said as usual.

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The human army in the Orn Plains, which confronted Zebrelilis, is divided into three.

A firing alert to suppress witches, a front army, and a detached team led by Carlia to attract a group of beasts from behind.

And apart from both. A convoy of guards to engage Rugis and Eldis with Zebrelilith. They were all volunteers. Due to the nature of the role, the soldiers had to be cavalry and the number was limited, so there were about 100 cavalry here.

The beast group could easily be wiped out if they turned their full efforts.

One of them, Bernagrad, runs the horse ahead. The curved blade he gripped with one hand, the familiarity with the handling of the saber, made him feel like a hardcore cavalry.

"Marshal! All we have to do is get closer! Whatever happens!

"Yes! Engage Zebrellis if you can! You can count on one shot!

Speak loudly to each other. Bernagrad nods to his satisfaction and grasps the sabre again.

Bernagrad is a hardcore cavalry. That's why I was aware of the difficulty Rugis was trying to face.

It is true that the activities of the Front Army and the Separate Task Force separated the beast group. They have a gap.

But still far more than the cavalry.

It is likely that they will be chased away just by eating there. Lugis says it's okay to just hit one shot, but even if it upsets the beast group, it can't be broken.

Bernard holds the sabre horizontally. Cavalry sabres don't swing around like knight stories. Just stack the blade against the enemy to match the horse's speed.

"... once the cavalry storms, don't think any further."

Bernagrad muttered small. Sigh, take a breath. If I were a cavalry, there would no longer be a group of beasts at a distance. I finally noticed something here.

He shouted at the ninety-nine cavalry that was expanding around him.

"--There are enemies of the motherland! Victory to us! You don't have to think, Assault!

Other cavalry responded to Bernagrad's words. I even understood the intent and readiness. He and the other cavalry think the same.

--There is no willingness to leave with a single shot at them. They are here volunteering.

Their job was to transport Rugis and Eldis to Zebreliris. For that reason, one shot is not enough. We had to kill an enemy unit.

No, Lugis and Eldis might be able to break through the agitated beasts. But then it will wear out. They thought it would be better for them to wear out.

At least Bernagrad is. That's why I broke through the beast's belly with a sabre first. Return your wrist to the next enemy, removing fat and blood. To the next enemy, to the next enemy.

"─ ─ ─!"

I felt a word coming from behind, but I couldn't hold down the cavalry that started this assault. The horse's hoof smashes the beast's skull and tramples on the flesh and blood of the living.

The surrounding cavalry fell out one after the other. We raided many times as many enemies. I had no choice. The aim of the cavalry is not to survive.

"Marshal!

Bernagrad screams. The escort for this assault is also at its limit. The giant body poking into the sky was immediately visible. You can hear the noise of soldiers even from afar. Separate forces must have seen the beast swarm upset and made a further offensive.

There is no doubt that the beasts are floating. But it doesn't collapse. Because they have giant trees to trust.

--It was not Bernagrad's role to break the giant tree.

"Why does no one listen to his orders? Look, I won't let you die. You will be my immediate unit. I will never kill you. You must live."

The hero with the elf queen jumped the horse forward, gazing at Bernagrad with his sharp eyes.

"That's an honor. I can't die yet."

Bernaglad said, paying the sabre and pulling back the horse's strings. The heroes looked like they could enjoy confronting the enemies of mankind.