A Wish to Grab Happiness

Jace-Brackenberry leaves a smell of iron.

Have you experienced a battlefield that you could not wipe alone, or have you always had soldiers with iron swords around you?The smell of stained iron covers Brackenberry, no matter how much it is washed off.

The iron footsteps were now for the crown and the scripture.Brackenberry is probably the first human in human history to have rebelled against the apex of state and religion and both.

There was a skirmish between several times.Soldier clashes triggered by accidental trooper runaways and commanders who noticed Brackenberry's rebellion.

--Down on his knees, Brackenberry covered the king's and Virgin's tents with soldiers.

It was not a problem of the difference in the number of soldiers.If it is a war of simple soldiers, it is only natural that the side without Brackenberry should suffer defeat.Brackenberry trusts soldiers, and soldiers trust him more than anyone.

So their rebellion succeeds.Some of the nobles were beginning to collaborate thanks to Roemets' prior guidance.

Brackenberry stares at the Virgin's tent as he creates footprints on the snow.

"Will the Guards and the Chapel Knight not negotiate?"

"Yes, I don't have an ear.It's literally a chunk of loyalty and faith. "

The King and the Virgin are surrounded by soldiers lined up in two tents.Closer to the King and the Cathedral than before, the soldiers could not be rushed by Brackenberry's arrangement.By the time they realized it, everything was over.

The only thing Brackenberry can't move freely is the Neighborhood Guard and the Cathedral Knight.But they're not as good as a few thousand soldiers.Looking at the pocket watch at hand, Brackenberry raised his face quietly.

"Wait long enough, if there is no movement, push and wrap with soldiers.You don't have to use a bow or arrow. "

"Hmm! But now, Your Majesty and the Virgin."

Brackenberry's chief of staff is still lost when it comes to this.I can't help it. No one can easily overturn decades of loyalty and faith.

Unconditional loyalty is more pleasant than conditional loyalty.

With his pocket watch in his pocket, Brackenberry saw the Virgin's tent again.Tingling and numbness occurs from the nose to the back of the ear.

"It's because I care about you.Imagine that the soldiers on the front lines are more nervous than we are.If they fight after long sightings, they won't stop.Whether the opponent is a king or a saint, we can kill him and fight while he doesn't. "

The staff officer nodded after rounding his eyes.Apparently it fell into my heart.

But what Brackenberry said was true, and that wasn't the only reason.Take a deep breath.

My spine is numb. My blood feels so cold.Every time I look through the Virgin's tent, it feels the same.At this point Brackenberry was convinced.

--The devil is there.The Book of Secrets was not a lie.

Of course, the sign of the devil itself is not strange.

The cathedral monopolizes much of the knowledge of magic in the Garrison Kingdom and heavily uses the acquirers of lost magic.He can say that they are closer to the devil.

I don't know if it's sacred or evil.

In fact, Brackenberry felt something similar when he met the Virgin Arieno in the past.Should I call it a sign of the devil or a magic flow?It's not uncommon in a cathedral.

But what I feel today - it's incredible.A dark, nauseating demon.

Brackenberry's brain sounds a near-violent alarm.

Stay away from me. Stay out of it. Stay out of sight.What comes to mind is even closer to death.A survival instinct that I have never felt before in my many battlefields.

Did you face this many times?

"... that was a mistake."

"My Lord?"

Press the red jacket hard against your shoulders and grab it in your pocket.Brackenberry regretted it from the bottom of his heart.

I should have slaughtered him that day in the cathedral without persuading him.No, that's the day we first met, when I was a candidate for Virgin Mary, and I slit my throat.Imagination scrambles Brackenberry's thoughts.

There was movement in the soldiers while the hands on the clock did not show sufficient progress.

The knight of the cathedral divides the two.I did not give in to the rebels.But they obeyed their Lord.Brackenberry's nod complained of a stronger numbness.

The princess of the knights of the cathedral, the Virgin Arieno, stepped forward at a gentle pace.Even the murderous soldiers are defenseless enough to be distracted.

Brackenberry took a step along the way.Because I was sure she would come to me.Perhaps she will come here even if she refuses.It was then that I made my own progress before the damage occurred.

The gold that confronted him on the battlefield shook an unchanging shine and said with a sigh.

"Good day, Protector Brackenberry.It's a rare place to meet. "

"Virgin Arieno, you don't want to interact with me like a nobleman anymore.I will restrain you.I don't want to make a rough imitation if I can. "

"--Unconnected, but strange encounter.Me too, Brackenberry. "

Saint Arieno took a step.

A demon enough to fall in love with Brackenberry.My skin feels smooth just by face-to-face.No, I feel like I'm burning up.

She is no longer human.

After all, Brackenberry poisoned his chest by mistake.There are far more people who notice a failure than the moment they hit a hand.

She opens her hands in an unusual tone.

"I don't hate you.I know you well. [M]You must have collected the disturbing elements for me. "

"... it might be a gift to accept things that favorably."

Reflexively, Brackenberry raised one hand and signaled the surrounding soldiers.But the soldiers were armed, but there was no sign of taking a step from there.

The overwhelming amount of heat flowing from the Virgin Arieno was suffocating them.

"As always, soldiers are your limbs.--But don't you think it's sad, Brackenberry?The truth is, you didn't want to be an army commander, you wanted to be the best swordsman in the village.But the way you were talented didn't allow it, so I got you in your current position. "

I felt like I was being licked.Younger than herself, she can't possibly know her past.That said, the words penetrate the truth.

Brackenberry is full of military and administrative talent, but on the other hand, there is nothing personal or noteworthy.I gave up a long time ago because I didn't have the ability to hold a sword.A swordsman is a childhood dream.

Saint Arieno says with a trance smile.

"I wonder - why don't you try your dreams again.If you ask for prayer, I will grant it. [M]Retrieve the dream you gave up, the sight you once wished for, and the day you lost it with your tears.I will give you the promised happiness. "

How good would it be to truncate absurd words with one swing?

Her words had the magic of being caught by an eagle.It's going to truly fulfill this ridiculous dream story.The pride of being able to do so brightens her golden eyes.

Soldiers, staff. Even Brackenberry is breathtaking.

"Besides, I can't beat your soldiers."

The moment she says it, the sound of slashing dead snow is dropped.A thunderbolt blew the corner of the battlefield.In any battlefield, it is unusual to see people really playing and flying.

I felt it close because the sound was too powerful, but it was a sight far away.

"Aahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A barbaric roar overwhelming thousands of troops.They come with thunderbolts, and they slay their soldiers.Ravage speed that makes you think you're riding a cavalry or a horseback tank from a distance. That's the right wing.

On the other hand, the left wing is quiet. But it does not mean that they are peaceful.Because the sight of soldiers flying around their heads doesn't change anything.There are only many who are slain without forgiving resistance.A quiet white gold glow appears in Brackenberry's sight.

Brackenberry knows these things.Those who rarely appear on the battlefield and overturn the situation.Those who take advantage of their disadvantages.

Heroes.

"Brackenberry, I want to hear your words. [M]You are brilliant. [M]Some souls are endless with warriors.- Now, let's say your wish. "

Brackenberry already understood the woman's intentions in front of her.

Clogging is about burning down disturbing elements and adding the rest of them to their gestures.After clarifying his thoughts, he said to obey himself again.

Brackenberry still has a lot of soldiers.Nothing is ever covered.

But one more thing, Brackenberry was intuitive.

One hundred thousand soldiers, this woman cannot be killed.

As if the surrounding soldiers were incapacitated.As if everyone had stood up.If we fight, we just wait for this woman to eat us to death.

"- As a child, no one recognized you as a good man.However, by continuing to win the war with the South, you forced others to recognize you.With all that strength, you're not going to end up here? "

Saint Arieno snapped her thin fingertips and looked straight at Brackenberry.There is a sweetness that melts people with one gaze.

Brackenberry said with an expression that even mocked herself.

"I hope so. - When I was a kid, yes.I wanted to be the best swordsman in the village. "

Brackenberry leaked his words as if he had perceived something.Slowly exhale a past that no one has ever spoken to.

"I will win in the arena and my name will be known throughout the country.It's a story many children dream of.I wanted to be like that.I wanted to be able to protect someone. "

Remind me of my old dreams.

In a moment, Brackenberry's eyes became stronger and wrinkles appeared between his eyebrows.Yes, I had a wish.

"- And above all, I wanted to save my men who had to fight Zebrelilis...!I wanted to avenge them!Virgin Arieno. Unfortunately, my wish is no longer coming true.We are no longer justice! "

That was Arieno's last word.Brackenberry pulls out an iron sword and scatters the smell of iron.It was the smell for him.

"- I'm sorry, sweetheart. It is rare for people like you to have no desire. [M]But don't worry, Brackenberry is good.Whatever you are, I love you. I love humanity. "

With a truly loving look on his face, Arieno turned his heel back.Turn your back lightly to the Blackenberries and soldiers with the blades, and gracefully step back to the tent.

Because I knew it was over.

--At the next moment, a soldier's spear was poking through him, guarding the surroundings of Brackenberry.

Multiple, not one.A spear that only seemed to be inevitable came from the body of Brackenberry.

The soldiers were still driven by a sense of duty, with their pale faces and impatient expressions, making Brackenberry's body bleed.

His body smelled of iron.

"- I'm losing my baby.You will be killed by your beloved soldier.I think we're getting along, right? "

Brackenberry never said anything back.The red coat was no longer red and black.

"But I see, you flip-flops. Do reckless things."

With a faint voice, Arieno finally said so.

Rebellion Day. When the sun fell, Brackenberry, the mastermind, lost his life and all the rebellious nobles lost their heads.Many of the soldiers who served Brackenberry scattered their hearts on the battlefield, as if they were showcases.

It's like sorting out people who believe in themselves.But most terribly, their boldness went beyond just disposing of the disturbed.

― ― The Virgin Arieno and the King's parent army began marching into the King's capital without any time between them.

Rommets was conspiring with Brackenberry.And it was a march to bite and kill into the void of the new kingdom.