A Wish to Grab Happiness

Arche, the capital of the Garlaist kingdom. The soldiers wouldn't stop fighting in a city that was about to be dried up by a new demon.

On the walls, soldiers and mercenaries of the new kingdom speak out, and soldiers of the old kingdom burn their faith.

Looking at the situation, they also seemed to be drunk by demons, but the truth was different.

There is nothing but faith that is driving them.Even if it be close to dominion, there is a banner inside them.

They all believe their heroes will win.I swear with all my heart that we will not suffer defeat here.

It was a strange thing. No matter how miserable the situation may be, as long as there is a loser, they will not break.Instead of breaking it, I wanted it to be a pillow on the battlefield.It could even be called madness.

But to tell you the truth, they're still serious.It was a straightforward way for a man of faith to reach the point of arrival.

In the continent, there are people who do not fight for their beliefs, but who believe in fighting.

There are people who believe in fighting, power, and whose faith is the reason.

A land of sand and stone. The people of the Southern nation of Elyzard were such a human group that they remained hostile to the fertile land power of Garrith.

"That's all for the report-"

"--Yeah, it's still a magical invasion of survival."

A dark-skinned woman snorts at the scout's report in the snow.With her black legs wrapped around her unique Elysaldo, she glances at the sinking kingdom as she tilts her short hair.

Elizaldo's high-ranking fighter, Tersalat-Rwana, had a sweet look as he led the fighters and soldiers.She was permanently stationed in the puppet city of Phylos as a testament to the alliance between the New Kingdom and Elyzard, and was not allowed to intervene in this battle.

The alliance with the New Kingdom was also based on the assumption that it would fight magic.If the Great Devil Vriligant and the Great Devil Zebreliris were destroyed by the New Kingdom together, it would not be said that the support and non-combat agreements would be concluded and that they would fight together afterwards.It was more than a civil war.

Whatever Tersarat personally thinks, his native country won't allow it.Even though it's better than the old kingdom, the new kingdom is no different than its potential enemies.In the unlikely event that the Old Kingdom triumphs, Elysaldo will only drink them down when they are exhausted.They had that confidence.

But if this happens, the story is different.Tersarat laughed that he would occasionally believe information from the Volvats.

The anomaly in that King's city, Arche.The aliens were mixed with the surrounding soldiers.I didn't say it was a magical invasion.No more excuses.

"Now, everyone, my country has overcome most of its magic."Regardless of the battle, we will also have an order to return home.But what if the people of Elyzald left the country once and returned unarmed? ”

"You must be ashamed, Lord Tersarat."

One of the fighters replied without difficulty.There is a smile on my cheek as well as on Tersarat's.The black legs were superimposed on each other's arms and sounded.

"That's right. We were the ones who won the war from other countries."I won't let you go home without me. "

Tersalat responded with restraint.What she said was quite old-fashioned, but it remained a guiding principle in the human mind of Elizardo.

The inhabitants of a withered country with only sand and stone sometimes became an army of national guards and imported supplies from other countries in a violent manner.Otherwise, their lives would not be fulfilled, and Elysard would have to wait for their destruction.

That's why some countries call them barbarians, but for the people of Elysaldo, the myth was the foundation of their hearts.

A land of sand and stone. And it shall be said that the people of the kingdom, which is without abundance, are the seed of the people that were defeated a long time ago.The people who were defeated and abandoned had no choice but to stay in such a place.

That's why they believe in power and the myth of violence.

Even if we were the descendants of the defeated, we have survived a cruel world with both our hands.It is not for anyone, it is only for their own body that they live, so that their chest may be stretched.

Tersarat said, lightly striking the space with his feet.

"Just in time. Now, let's take victory from both magicians and return to the city of the Garlest kingdom with our names engraved on it."

Those dazzling eyes were wide open.Loud voices that had been built up in the desert echoed across the battlefield.

"No one can be saved or reassured by our people!"We have a chance to repay your saved debt, gladiators!Battles are not numbers.Tell the magicians that the victory is ours! "

Tersarat felt a flash of light in his chest as he responded to the warriors.

Indeed, it is right to fight together if it is a demonic opponent, and future negotiations will be more advantageous if we lend a helping hand to the dilemma than just destroying the Great Demon as the face of the nation.

There was something about it.In fact, Tersarat didn't tell anyone that there was something else he really wanted to import.

That is, one hero. If you can do that, sweet sugar confectionery too.Of course, I didn't tell anyone.There was no way I could say that.

And there's a woman more troublesome than a demon to take away a hero.

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The center of Arche, the capital of the kingdom, was drunk by magic more than the outer wall.There is no longer a kingdom that reaches the sky.What's there is a dazzling glimmer of climax right now.

The roads are repainted and the houses are transformed.The man who was in the king's city was unexpectedly blinded.

They weren't trapped by the changing weirdness of the city.Everyone, I fell in love with the past that was destroyed by Our Lady Allueno.

The streets stopped breathing.Terrifyingly, men and women, old and young, were alike.

Of course. The Imperial Capital, created by the great hero Altia, was the epoch of her and humanity.The glory and maturity of culture that we boast cannot be compared to modern times.

Each pillar connected to the road is engraved with a sculpture that cannot be made nowadays.Gold and silver craftsmanship is applied everywhere, and the delicacy cannot be extended by the best craftsmen in the country.

One by one, no, everything is like that.To give an example, there was no such thing as cutting.The people were as vague as they were invaded by demons and vanity.

There was only one person who stared at it with love.

Human King Medik is the center of the 'Imperial Capital'.A huge pillar of light was folding up close and watching it.Of course, it wasn't just a blur.Countless wounds have been carved into his body and blood is flushing down his veins.It was red blood that proved to be human.

"... I see. Stunned, sad, pathetic."Is that what happened? "

There is only one reason Medic loves this sight to avoid the smell of magic.

It was because he understood that it was once created by mankind.

It's not the same story as the one kingdom I created.The climax of humanity, created after reclaiming hegemony from magic and controlling the continent.

The first king did nothing, but mankind could prosper.It even seemed to Medik that it was enough.

That's why then, in the path that Altia would have decided, Medik, king of men, finds himself in an incomparable state of grief.At the end of this climax, she chose to retreat instead of human development.I don't need knowledge or wisdom.Happiness and goodness in the birdcage.

Alueno, his family, was different in shape, but the direction was the same.They are finding happiness in a closed world.

The irony is that stopping them was and always has been the man they loved.

While exhaling, Medik waved his spear into the air.Staring with powerful eyes was a huge pillar of light.It's the magic center that transforms the city.

"It's time I knew about you."Transcendence - Giant Killer

Medik's pride is sucked into the pillars of mankind's secret.Perhaps a pillar of light's instinct had been built into it to create a vortex of magical power and eliminate Medic.

Medik avoids it in the air, on a single piece of paper.The same thing has happened since before.Over and over again, Medic kept poking his spear at the pillar of light while he was still wounded.

That's how I understand the mechanism once used by those who were given the name "God" to suck up the magic power.No doubt Altia inherited it as a pillar of light.It was enough to call me a spirit.It was not strange to incorporate their power.

However, it is an endless mimicry of inheritance.They're not as perfect as the gods.

Humans are as perfect as they are--no, there's no such thing as a demon in control.

Now they shall perish, and only their mechanism shall remain.One end of it opens its eyes here.This is, so to speak, a slice of the former god.

This beam of light was no longer so close to the gods known to Medic as a mechanism.In his time, no one could break them.

It and Alueno are now almost united.If we want to change the world from the past, only God can change it.

Medic looked at the palace at the door.I don't think I'm going to rush there.I already entrusted myself to it.All we have to do is trust them - kill the foreigners of the past.

Medic stepped hard on the ground, taking a few counterattacks from the Light Pillar.I drenched my forehead in blood and laughed.

"I was excited and moved and I was hopeless.If you are the wreckage of God, your wish will come true.- Die here for a second.I need to teach you how to kill someone. "