A Wish to Grab Happiness

Time goes back a while, when the sun and night were still crossing each other's blades.

A knight and a brave man were eating each other's fangs, making the palace their only battlefield.There is no sign of giving in to hostility for the sake of those who should believe together.

Every time the blade was stacked, a roar pressed the surroundings.Neither Guren nor the Black Sword felt any shards, such as hesitation, which was temporarily an ally.

Richard Permilis, the hero, stepped on the stairs in front of the palace.

"I don't care if you betray or not, but the enemy will push you through."

The thunderbolt passed the air.If Richard takes one step, the space between Gallus and him will vanish.

In a moment, the door leading to the palace is pulled by intense force, and it bounces off.The brick became debris and the glass splashed into pieces.Battlefield music sounds that don't resemble a palace.

The body of the knight Garras Gargantia blew up lightly, even though he retreated himself.They rolled into the palace and took a big break.

"... it's been a long time since you've been here."You've changed a lot, haven't you? "

Richard stepped into the palace and snorted.There is no emotion, all I think is that we have to open the way for the Virgin.

If a great hero is a symbol of human justice, a hero is a symbol of faith and hope.The word of the Virgin has absolutely no time to step on it.

Well, Richard looked at his fingertips.I tried to grip it a few times lightly.

Inside your body, the elf curse.--Above all, the impact of the woman wearing the magical armor still remained.A blow to the abdomen even affects the internal organs.

However, Richard still felt that the force was being transferred to his fingertips.Even with the blade overlapped with Gallus, there is no shortage.

Grasp the black sword and pay off its notch, and you can see Garras waking up from the rubble in front of you.Stream stones are the body of the Magus, and Richard whistles.

"I don't mind sleeping."

"Pull it out, asshole."

There was no place for it in Gallus' Knight Armor.Guren's spear has not yet lost its sharpness.Rather, there were signs of more sharpening.

Up until now, Gallus's anger was gradually transforming into something stained with beasts.A knight of prestige, called the essence of ferocity, wields his fangs majestically.

But in the meantime, Garras said with a slight residue of reason.

"Richard, don't you see that and think anything?It would be the same if you wanted to protect this kingdom. "

I could no longer tilt my gaze from here and see the sight.

The city landscape of King's Landing has changed, and the architecture continues to change to the old times.

It wasn't gorgeous, but it was a time of luminosity.The air poking your nose and the magic that touches your skin transform into something dense.Undoubtedly, Gallus was convinced that this was the scene of the Ultimate Unity Empire.

Ultia and her magicians will still be fine.A city of intense magical power is undoubtedly the ideal city for them.Altia's soul is guaranteed to recover.

But what about the people who live there?That was Gallus' biggest problem.

He took the spear to become a crowned knight and keep his promise to his brother.To protect the kingdom.Altia said, "The kingdom will not be scarred, and the Garryst kingdom will be a stronger nation."That was supposed to be the supreme purpose.

But what does this look like?Above all, this intense magic. Magic is both a medicine for people and a poison.If such magic continues to spread, it will certainly affect the residents as well.

On the contrary, the magic itself...

The worst imagination passed Gallus's head.Every time that time, I managed to appease and suppress the outrage that was about to emerge.

But Richard said softly, leaving Garras behind.

"Yes, but in any case, it's better than destroying the country. It's always better."

Gallus understood in one word.This brave man knows everything and accepts Ultia's words.Guren's tip turned quietly toward Richard.Each other's cutouts once again aimed at the other's life.

But at the same time, it twitches and jumps.I heard a noise.Footsteps. Multiple humans headed this way.Though they were trained, only signs showed that they were clearly not worthy of the Magus or the brave.

If you turn your gaze, the well-armed guards are on their way.The palace was exposed to roars and shocks, and they couldn't help it.

Richard just pointed his gaze at him so that he wouldn't be interested.

"If you're not hostile, I'm not going to do anything to you. Be quiet."

The black sword shines more and more.The glory of the brave, known as the thunderbolt, is here now.The brilliance is no inferior to the heroes of history.Even if you lose your will and become only a gleaming talent.

That one glance made it easy to stop the guard's foot.The signs he emits are no longer human.

But only one of them stepped out of the guards.Waves his lips while wearing the Commander's leather armor.

She was a woman commander.

"You...!"

The woman looks at Richard as she triple-knits and shivers.Until it's characteristic, it's eye-catching.

"What's your name... what do you mean?"

The woman's voice was as trembling as her whole body.However, Richard cared more or less about the woman who called out without being frightened by her gaze.

But I didn't recognize it. Richard sharpened his lips, wondering, perhaps, if he was an acquaintance.

"--Richard Palmyris, are you satisfied?I don't know you, but it's the same if you're in my way.In the name of the brave, I take your neck.If you don't like it, just shut up. "

As far as Richard was concerned, he was no match for anything but Gallus.It was the same as just mowing the grass.That's why I immediately put my gaze back on Garras.

At the moment, a tingling sound was heard.

As Garrison's army commander, Neimal Gloria, the deputy commander, was missing some of his teeth.Her three braids shake.

Don't be ridiculous.

It was a calm voice. A voice that is neither intense nor upset.Neimar grabbed the bow he was carrying.Neimar herself was aware of the proximity battle, but that it did not lead to proficiency.Instead, the bow is much more familiar with the hand.

"Don't joke, don't joke. Is he the one who announces such words?"

Neimar said indifferently. The string is pulled and the arc is drawn to the extreme.

Contrary to the man's name given to him in hopes of being brave, Namor has come to have a very rational personality.Even though he was a local nobleman, he chose the path of military subordination because he decided that if he wanted to be born, he had no choice but to do so.

When I led the army, I did not take impulsive action, and valued my normal path and reason more than my intuition.Therefore, it was not once or twice that I collided with old General Richard, who was a superior officer.

But at this time, Neymar's actions were definitely driven by impulses.The hand that supported the arrow was released.

"Who are you?!"

Shooting with a bow at close range.Speed is a threat, but rays are linear, and if you have a good response, you can use a shield.Looking only at it, Richard sighed.

"He always wants to die."

The black sword cuts off the space like a thunderbolt.An arrow was cut and dropped, and Richard stepped into Neymar's distance.

"Bye, lass." Then you can't beat me. "

The black sword was swinging too lightly.