A Wish to Grab Happiness

The sound of Richard honking his throat was echoing in the Archdiocesan position. Seems like a lot of fun, fun everywhere.

With the black sword rocking at his waist, his figure of cheerfully strolling to the tent takes away the eyes of the soldiers around him. But it's not bad for the soldiers that the commander is happy. Everyone must have come in with some good news, I'll make a rumor. This made a scene that maybe there would be booze on today's dinner.

But contrary to Richard, who seemed in a good mood, only a few people noticed that Neymar, the deputy who accompanied him behind it, had revealed a clear frustration.

"Commander of the battalion, I will call the therapists in secrecy. Rest."

Shortly after entering the tent, Neymar said in a hissing voice.

A broken, albeit slight, meeting with enemy forces wounded the commander. If you know that around you, that's what happens to the morale of soldiers. Neymar blinked her long lashes when she had to act as if nothing had happened on the surface.

To that word thrown, Richard responds in a light manner, breaking his cheek.

"I don't want it. It's a ravage wound."

That's true. Blood seeps from the shoulder, but it's not like it's important. Rather, it is a predatory wound that can be taken for granted on the battlefield. If it's Richard, it's more annoying to get the healers to work on this. Anyway, you're going to work so hard that you don't want to. You should let him rest for as long as you can now.

But Richard's words didn't mean that his deputy, Neymar, would fit in. Rather, vice versa. Her lips are dyed in a pearlescent color and her long dog teeth are showing the look.

"- You can't. It's the only shame that the Archdiocesan generals have been insulted and wounded by the Old Church."

The words leaking out of Neymar's mouth were indisputable anger. The tone is more pungent than ever, and that's how it's feverish.

Well, Richard snapped his neck as he mixed his sighs and returned, saying it was a tough thing to do.

Apparently, it wasn't even in the pattern, and her body was tense. Wrinkles carved in the face deepen. Richard couldn't stop a delightful grin from spilling earlier.

That hungry ghost, the one who only knew to get muddy and crawl through the earth, is now a clear enemy, standing in front of himself. Add to that the great title of a hero.

Pleasant. Oh, really, I think so from the bottom of my heart.

I didn't even think it was any different from the theatre I had decided on in my life, but it seems that there are things in this world that are out of the ordinary and unexpected. That's what birds do when they dance in the water and fish live in the sky.

To be honest, it's second to none for Richard to frustrate the crest nose and slap down the army. I even insulted him that it was not enough to take.

But that thought no longer blew up. Wonderful, it's been a long time since I've had so many breasts. That's what I was still walking around as an adventurer, as if back then.

"Battalion Commander. You will no longer have to be compassionate with both barbarians. The troop numbers are up here, and geography is on our side here. Tomorrow morning, in the Great Offensive, we must settle."

When the healers finished wrapping the bandages, Neymar said, as if that were natural.

He has a tone of inquiry, but a confident face that he hasn't even thought about being turned down. Her hair, rounded up, rocked the shadows in the tent.

Richard took one bottle of liquor that he had sent to the soldiers, and made them howl his throat, he said.

"- No, I can't. Tell all units to refrain from futile fighting now."

Richard's, to the word. Like Neymar's eyebrows cramped, it hits. I was able to see the huge connection.

- Are you already wounded and frightened of the old religion?

Naymar endures when he bites his back teeth that words were about to spit out of his lips.

It's not like anything was meant to be respectful to a superior officer, or that he was afraid of clashes. Rather, by Neymar, avoiding them is an abomination.

The fact that you don't open your mouth because you have respect for your superiors is just an excuse, and your spirit will be indolent if you continue to fear and avoid clashes.

Whatever you are just a common man, such weakness is unacceptable to your loved ones. That was what underlies a human being named Neymar-Gloria.

That's not the only thing she said right now, because that was what she did to Richard.

Though he still had a slight relationship, Naymar understood that a human being named Richard was far from being a utilitarian and frightened enthusiasm. At least he shouldn't be a crappy person with no idea.

If that's why he doesn't fight the Old Church, then I thought there might be a good reason for it.

Of course, the truth is that he is just a cunning human being, and he may not have any bravery.

Neymar's pointy gaze pierces Richard. As if trying to see through its sincerity.

"What, you've gotten a little clever, my lieutenant? If you keep doing that, I'm not gonna say anything either."

While Richard laughs with a pleasant throat, Neymar looks silently at him. I told him I didn't want to move from here until he told me the truth.

Richard's shoulder was flattered.

"Now they're gaining momentum. That and hitting from the front is just a fool to make the damage bigger. Then you should break that foot once."

Besides, Richard turns his thoughts in the back of his skull about something he doesn't put in his mouth. I don't want to assume much, but I had one concern.

Very rarely, but on the battlefield, a human being is born. Bouncing back the great army, swallowing misery, being shot with 10,000 arrows and yet to be hit. Actually, I think it's close to paranoia, but there are people like that from time to time.

That time he met Rugis, Richard heard something coming from behind his ear. His brain marrow, which has long supported Richard, is slightly alarming.

Richard did not say that he would still fight and defeat. I said it was just a lot of damage.

Yeah, no matter who that kid was, there's no way to think he's gonna lose. That is no longer a certainty. I taught him many things, but I don't remember teaching him the logic of war.

So let me tell you something here. I will do everything in my power to kill him with my neck strapped. Still, if he's coming beyond all measures...

"- I'm going to use Philos. Schedule a meeting."

Richard's eyes were brilliant with an old glow.

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Only once in history, with the exception of countless skirmishes, have the Catholic Church and the Crest stood fangs to each other. Only the Battle of the Five Kingdoms, once one of the Great Religions, was broken fangs by the Great Catholic Church as it determines its decline.

By now, the Catholic Church can be one of the continent's leading religions, and the crest just waits to disappear. A winner who grabs glory and a loser who licks the ground. Its settlement is no longer engraved by history, and the crest religion just rocks the slightest light before it disappears.

At least, history once did not alter the inclination of its balance, the crest exposed its miserable remains, and the Great Sage sang its glory.

But now, at this time, the crest roared again, poking its fangs into the Catholic Church. The anchor is lifted, and the ship has already rowed out through the rough waves.

With the autonomous city of Philos, and the Sanio Plains as the stage, the battle, which once never even gave birth, was about to engrave its appearance in history.