A Wish to Grab Happiness

The mercenary city of Berfein has a smooth reign by turning two wheels. One of them is the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu-Gorn. There is no exaggeration to say that her reign due to fear keeps the city secure.

So, another wheel, that's her father, Mordow-Gone.

A masterpiece of a generation who is the current lord of Belfein and has made a city called Belfein thrive into a giant city with numerous mercenaries.

Contrary to its track record, Mordeau's appearance is terrible.

The face with thick lips can hardly be said to be straight to the shape of a small fat body that has begun to apply meat sloppily. The body was small, and both arms, which should have once been forged up during the mercenary years, were now like the arms of a merchant whose muscles had collapsed and were all fat.

If you say it just in terms of appearance, it's unlikely to hold a good impression on Mordor. Instead, there's even an atmosphere where you're a servant and you're about to end your life.

Except for those eyes.

In a dull looking face, only those eyes emit a different color. Mordeau relied solely on the desire and ambition to dwell in those eyes, taking the position of Lord Berfein, or Governor to be precise.

Originally, he was not born noble, nor was he born poor. A status that does not depend on either of them: the middle layer. That, again, rocks the way Mordor lives.

Like the noble, there is not enough standing to hold public office and conduct politics. But to beg and live like a poor man, the subtle personality of the middle class got in the way.

Although it was initially a shoemaker and affiliated with the Alliance, I quit when I heard that being a craftsman capable of handling luxury goods required a proper position.

Mordeau's eyes held great ambition from the time he could already be described as a youth. The side that takes it unilaterally and the side that takes it unilaterally. Ambition lived in because it was a mordor who stared at both of them cold from the narrow space and childhood.

That is, a frank desire to be the side to take away.

The noble do not have such ambitions, for they are the ones who are born to take away. And so do the poor, because all they know is that they are taken from them by birth.

It was the profession of mercenary that eventually got his hands on, as a result of what could be described as ambition and desire stirring his chest.

It still sounds good when it comes to mercenaries, but the majority of them are not so different from bandits and looters. Instead, mercenary operations add up rewards from employers and loot items from attacking villages.

When Mordeau was younger and mercenarized, it was a harsh time for war to continue. A time when three boys, the second son, who could no longer eat in the countryside, had no choice but to replace what they held in their hands in order to live their days with swords. It was easy for him to become a mercenary without experience in battle.

When he became a mercenary, Mordeau remembered well that many had underestimated him when they saw Mordeau's unspeakable appearance, mocked him, and made bets as to when he would escape. When they were on the battlefield several times, they beat him to the head by plundering him. Good luck, make it look like a war death.

He himself was unthinkable, but the mercenary operation was a vocation for Mordeau.

I want to be on the take side. Having conceived a desire that could be described as both faith and obsession, Mordor was braver than anyone else on the battlefield. He took the front line faster than anyone else and began looting faster than anyone else.

Those were probably the most glorious times for Mordeau to think about. There was a man I could call my best friend through the mercenary operation, and a woman I fell in love with could do it again. There must have been a clear spring breeze in his mind at the time.

But it was still Mordeau's desire that broke it.

Because of his desires, both his best friend and the woman he liked died. Do you regret that, or do you not? Mordor still doesn't know.

Having repeatedly betrayed and plundered, and made his mark as a mercenary, Mordeaux sometime became the head of the mercenary, gaining his position in that way and even taking the position of lord of a city at the end of the day.

Of course there was luck on that journey. But it was Mordo's undisputed ambition that grabbed it.

But then again, the desire to dwell in his eyes is constant. Rather, it is burning and rolling, as if they had unleashed firewood.

"A great sinner... a man who resembles Rugis badly,"

In the Lordship Palace, Mordeau threw his voice at Fuku's men. It's not the right place to receive a report, but it's urgent, so I'm listening.

"Yes, I had changed my clothes, but my face and physique were almost the same."

The men who answered the question were those with whom Mordeau places great trust. There's something a little too honest about it, but if you're going to be in command of the field, there's no better man. Because of that trust, I also ask for a daughter, a visionary of Vestalinu.

That's what he calls an urgent report. It is not appropriate information. It's information with a certain degree of certainty. Mordeau's thick fingers rub her lips.

Thoughts swirl in the mordor. Is it easy to infiltrate Belfein now, even though it can be described as the general of the crest religion?

There is no mistake in seeing that the great sinner Rugis is chewing on the center of an organization called Crest Religion. You should also be familiar with the letter sent to Galuamaria by Belfein this time. If so, this land is not an easy place to step into. That's like stepping into a dead place.

However, Mordeau also knew from his experience as a mercenary that there were rarely people who did not fit into such an ordinary idea. There is also a freak in the world who drives his own horse to discern the enemy land when he says he is an army general. That way, for some reason, such a person doesn't die inside.

"Until you know what's true and false, keep them under surveillance. If it was a fake, it could also be considered a litmus stone released by the crest religion. You don't have to rush."

Though it is a thin line, there is no possibility that the crest teachings are sending in fakes with very similar prominence and are eager to get this one out. At least that seemed more likely than the person who would come aboard.

If that's the case, it's not a good idea to inadvertently get your hands on it. That leads to total hostility to the crest religion, and if you hit it badly, all the forces of the crest will be killed in Berfein.

For Mordeau, the forces of the crest are winnable opponents, but they were not the only ones who wanted to deal with Berfein. That makes too much bleeding. If possible, they bleed less, but they should take away their achievements to the fullest.

Therefore, if it is totally hostile, after breaking either the witch or the great sinner, or the two corners of its crest religion, or both. Until then, you should ask them for an opportunity to put their fangs inside and relax.

Mordeaux is old and has lost the momentum that once crossed the front line the most, but instead gained prudence and cunning. Mordeaux feels that it is in no way inferior to momentum. Rather, momentum is bound to fade with age. If that's all you're getting, you'll soon be outrun by the young. If you're old enough, you have to learn how to fight for it.

"And make sure now that no one has actually seen the Rugis. If there is one, follow him."

"- If so, I'll come."

Not only his men, but even Mordeau, shake their elbows in agitation at the sound of gently stroking their ears. And the LORD of voices smiles upon his cheeks as he bows his head with disrespect.

Silky, spotless skin with constantly glowing golden hair. That's how you attract people, eyes of the same color as your hair. The figure is no less than the holy coat you can wear. We're talking about a candidate for the Virgin, but the atmosphere that emanates from it is seen as the Virgin.

The identity of the Lord of the Voice is Arueno, the Virgin of the Singing Princess.

It is honest and undesirable for Berfein to welcome a Catholic human being in this time of year, who, though false, proceeds with his creed and negotiations. Because I don't even know where the crest man stands and stares. If you hit it badly, it is possible that everything in the prospectus will be broken.

But if it shields God's revelation and is thus the request of the Virgin Candidate, neither does the boulder mordor have the art of saying no.

Therefore, now not publicly, but only as a private guest, Arueno had been welcomed to the Lordship Hall.

A voice seeping through Arueno's mercy touches Mordeau's ear again.

"I'll come. Unfortunately, I don't know who the witch is - but for a reason, this eye knows what the great sinner Rugis looks like."

Her words like that were somewhere fun and mouth-watering like going to see them in comedy.