A Wish to Grab Happiness

A whirlwind of magic engulfed by fialerts rips through the sky and drinks away. It was as if the space itself opened its mouth and swallowed the unleashed arrows. The murder weapon to suck up a person's blood is turned into just a stick and beaten to the ground.

Apparently, it worked. Lower your hardened shoulders as you gently exhale from your lips. That was indisputable, a breath of relief.

Kalia, and the fialert to refrain from rearward, included things that would have happened beforehand. And when things do happen, I want to help. Whatever, I didn't think it was a word like mine. Well, it'll be good once in a while.

Whatever it is, it's that old Richard. There's no way Grandpa would ever call a man in enemy command's position and have any plans. That is no longer a slight amount of skepticism, that it may set a trap. It's a kind of credit that you must be setting me up. Of course, I didn't even know if what the ambush would unleash was an ambush, or if it would strike me with a sword.

Whatever the story, dropping the enemy commander's neck is of supreme value. If you succeed, that's all the enemy morale will collapse like it was waved, and if you don't have one commander, that's less of a choice you can take on the battlefield. If you do poorly, the winning chance itself could be lost.

Assassinate enemy commanders to win and profit without reducing soldiers. Something your grandfather seems to like. The words square and so on must be the object of a cold laugh for Grandpa.

That's how it is for Grandpa, which means it's the same for me.

A magic whirlwind hisses as he lays all the arrows unleashed on the ground. I was looking straight at the path leading up to enemy General Richard. Strong, pull the reins.

"Karia, I'm sorry, but I'll leave the ambush to you."

Tell that to the silver light that blinks at the edge of your sight, and run the horse.

The space that originally existed between me and Grandpa Richard was for just a few horses. Even if the ambushes, who perceived that the assassination had failed, had pulled out their swords and been slashed at their disposal, it was not a distance in time.

Above all, there can't be a guy who can come beyond the silver flashes of Kalia that made him refrain as a sword.

Run through the space, gripping the treasure sword wrapped around your hips. So that we can get to Richard, the enemy general, with a single hand, so that we can build on the momentum of the horse.

The moment the blade was pointed at the neck muscle, my grandfather was smiling like a crook.

—— Gi, Yin.

Purple electricity draws a line in the space, and the black sword stops it from biting. A spark of iron joining each other and shredding each other scattered.

Receive the treasure sword shaken down with momentum with a thick black sword, as if your grandfather had expected. The power to support the Black Sword does not even try to look wobbly, though that body would already be in the realm of old age. On the other hand, if this one gets a little out of the way, I told him to jump.

"Grandpa, you'd be good old enough. Why don't you just remember to have some fun in hiding?"

Engage the sword, let it go, and a few times, meet. One in, two in, three in. On top of the numbers, the Black Sword that shakes off my slaughter will not lose its momentum.

My grandfather enjoyed it as if he were looking at something terribly strange.

"Shit-hungry ghosts drool over who they can write. I don't even think about hiding."

So, the fourth.

A wave that let Grandpa's heart go undecided was bounced off by a black sword that would have been placed in line with its orbit, and he just lightly chooses Grandpa's shoulder, and it's over. The red colour of blood mixes with the green colour of the plain.

I see you're not a human being apart, either, like your grandfather is not bleeding at all. Then you can't kill me, so there is.

I felt strange. Unaccustomed horseback battle, undoubtedly skill is higher on the opponent, if you hit it poorly, you will definitely lose this neck at that moment. It's no longer like commanding each other, waving swords on behalf of battles.

Even so, oddly enough, the chest is full. Was it from the exaltation that we were once competing for the authority of a sword with a master who remained insurmountable? Or is something else boiling out of the depths of this chest?

Strange, really strange, I'm not in a bad mood at this time today. Instead, there was even a joy I had never felt before.

Additionally, overlap the integration.

Draw an orbit to Grandpa Richard's flank so that purple electricity is sucked in, and the black sword intercepts it as it should. From earlier on, that sight makes no difference. But I went on a few times now. Besides, there was a change. The black sword, which I did not know before as if it were shaking, slightly flashes. My eyes, they blinked.

It doesn't seem easy to push it in as it is. Still, there was a definite intuition that if you lay your sword on it for a few more rounds, you should be able to tilt this rigid offense either way.

If it comes true, if it's possible. If that's a choice, what a comfort. But that, too, is no longer possible. Maybe even this sum was calculated by Grandpa Richard.

The earlobes, so loud that they shook the plains, struck.

"-- Help the Battalion Commander. Don't use the bow! The swordbearer wields, and the spear bearer pierces!

An enemy escort was nearing. If I buy Grandpa Richard any more time, I will choose a future where I will be surrounded by all those escorts and the flesh will be left unchecked.

Shake your lips as you release the swords that remain engaged with each other and breathe on your shoulders. Moment after moment, I had a tearing pain in my right arm. If you look at it, you have a laceration. He was slashed by his grandfather at some point in overlapping. To buy time, he's still a good old man at nasty attacks, even though he would have tilted his consciousness only to interception.

"Is that your grandfather's woman? You're a good woman."

Just a few moments before the convoy gets there. With the exception of the piece of iron that was jumping on his face by hand, he points to the woman who looks like an officer leading the escort, says.

"Idiot, even my granddaughter is old enough to go by. And it's too hard. I think we could use a little softer."

Grandpa said that in a mild tone, but when he told me to do it, he flaunted his shoulder. I said, "Your woman looks better with her black sword in one hand."

Raise your eyebrows naturally and blink your eyelids. My girl. Who the hell is that? When I distorted my eyes in confusion, Grandpa's gaze pointed right next to mine.

"--Rugis, the ambush's neck fell off. No one can stand anymore. Back off, get him on the horse with your hands."

Says Karia as she mixes the color of her blood with that silver hair. The way I wiped my mouth back blood with my hands even gave me some demonic charm.

In response to Karia's words, my grandfather stroked my neck just asking me to give him a break.

Raising ambushes, especially archers, takes a huge amount of money and time. You have to remember to think with your own head, not just a soldier who repeatedly storms like you ordered, and more importantly, just let him pull a bow in the face is not something that can be done so easily.

To be honest, unfortunately, there are not enough archers in the crest religion to be used for enough warfare and ambushes. It would be about as good as the fact that only a few bows can be used for reinforcements from Gaza. Still, there are many difficult aspects to operating as a force. If that were possible, I would have let him lurk as an ambush, like Grandpa Richard.

Pull Khalia's hand to the front of the horse and gently grip the reins. This little chat was such a good time, but that seems to be over. The sound of horseshoes was getting louder enough to pinch my ears.

I thought I'd never see a time like this between me and Grandpa Richard again. Slightly blurred vision.

"Bye, Grandpa. I don't know if I'll see you on the battlefield, but I need you to wash your neck with good booze."

To my last words, Grandpa Richard says, with a broken cheek. Deep wrinkles and large scratches engraved on his face, distorted.

"Rugis, exquisitely lifted. Rest assured, at the end of the day -- it is in the name of righteousness and bravery that I will snap your neck."

Again, that's not a good word. Justice, you're a brave man. When I waved my lips and replied, Karia leaked the words.

"Richard-Permilis, huh? There were a few things I wanted to ask you."

That was more like a whining, rather than directed at Grandpa than at me. That look, like a cat even in a prank, collapses.

"Apparently, this guy's bad femininity has been conceded by his teacher, annoyingly enough"

Grandpa chuckled at Karia, who said with his lips held up like that. What a pleasure, with a really straight laugh.

After laughing so slightly, I turned my back and heard Grandpa say something.

But the words were too small, and after a slight blow to my ear, the wind swayed me and disappeared.