A Wish to Grab Happiness

Goh, goh, and the footsteps that are unique to a group of people called the army as they move shake the air in the Sanio Plains. The sound, which seemed to be its earthquake, was echoing from the western side of the plain, the Archdiocesan position.

"The ones in the white hat or the city soldiers in Philos."

Close your eyes, make sure you look far away, say. A crowd of soldiers was visible across the Sanio plain. One step, one more step, slowly but steadily, I can see it coming this way.

Its formation with the shields and spears of Philos soldiers is different from that of the Archdiocesan army, which is dominated by light attire. It would be a heavy infantry. Perhaps that is what you chose to do to defend the city against the soldiers who repeatedly storm it.

Did Philos, the autonomous city, say roughly less than a thousand city troops? It is now the spear of the Archdiocesan army, and it is slammed this way. Behind them are the armies of the Catholic Church, 20,000 like Yunxia.

Whatever, for a man like me who's been through all these fights where precisely hundreds of them bump into each other, he's going to get dizzy just staring. I wonder if there's a soldier on the other side of the horizon.

Unexpectedly he leaks his words whispering, saying, as Karia pulls the horse's reins beside him.

"It would have been obvious to me which way the Fengkai Philos would wind up with us and them. It's not discouraging."

I even admire how this guy makes words leak as usual. Unexpectedly, I stiffen my lips and look back at Karia.

Silver eyes were shining brilliantly on the horse. It's as if you're waiting for something that's going to happen from here on out.

I wonder if he's used to boulders and battlefields. The Knights are different from the rest of us in that respect. Let me rely heavily on you in this battle.

What Kalia says is a target. The autonomous city of Phyllos is one that has won autonomy over the strong so far that it has been swept away by the wind. Is that what happens now and suddenly changes the direction of the wind? With dragons and lizards, you would naturally side with dragons.

Of course, Mattia must have hit some hands, too. But still, it's hard to be enemy to pure power. Perhaps most human beings, even in the crest religion, would have had on their eyelids the sight of Philos soldiers joining the Catholic Church in this future.

That floating prediction just made it real, and the nightmare just kept coming down to the ground.

- Still, we have to do it. We just have to scratch and reach out.

Tighten the reins with your fingers and circle your thoughts as you return your horse's head. How to confront that army, that's what I've been asking myself for a few days here, and no, that's what I've been asking myself a few times before I got to this battlefield. As such, the question cannot yet be given a clear answer.

I also came up with the idea that there were multiple ways of doing this. However, when asked if it really works or if it is just a ploy to the point of being swallowed up by a vast avalanche of difference in numbers, it is unlikely to draw any conclusions.

In this massive battle, that's all, for me, for Mattia, and so on, for the first time ever.

Making an ambush, to the extent that I did a little poking at the belly of that great army, does that make sense? Isn't it just bouncing off and spending soldiers for nothing?

If you increase the number of ambush soldiers so that they don't, you will be more likely to be noticed, and in turn you will have fewer troops in your unit.

Can I even say it feels like I'm holding my hand in the dark? Although we are reaching out, what will yield good results and what will make sense? It's like you don't get it. I don't even think the rules of thumb can help things.

That great army will come under the eyes of a crest position in another half day. I don't have time to worry anymore.

"Kalia, can we win?"

Hissing the horse to turn away from the Philosophical City Soldier and the Allied forces of the Archdiocese, causing the horse's legs to run toward the crest church position. Whatever the query was, it made no sense. I just want peace of mind, but it's an unusual question, like I asked for it.

Karia says, as she glanced through my chest as she clasped her lips up strangely.

"If you want to win, I'll do my best. That's all I can say."

Well, most importantly, I smile as I leak my exhale. Mattia and the generals will be right around the corner when they're done lined up.

Finally, I look back.

Footsteps on the battlefield called GO, GO, are slowly approaching this way, I see.

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General, that's how we gather the humans of the captainship who were the Lord, and echo the voice of the Virgin Mattia hardened.

"The letter to Philos will not be returned to this side, and have you not heard from any internal collaborators as such"

Mattia's eyes, underneath which the deep neighborhood shows itself. Just looking at it, maybe I don't even have time to sleep, so I see.

Mattia doesn't like to look like that. What guides everyone, who stands above the organization, looks exhausted, that's all it takes to show the bottom of the organization.

That can't be what I want to show you. Still, that's what had to happen all this time. So now, to avoid lowering the morale of the soldiers, Mattia only speaks to the general and the captain.

Philos, an autonomous city, sat down on the throne of the Archdiocesan army. Mattia didn't predict the sight, etc., and there's no way she could tell if her mouth was torn. Rather, it could be said that it was the most likely future. Thus, at the same time, it is also the worst future.

Therefore, in order to avoid it, Mattia intended to take the means available to her. He sent insiders into the city of Philos and included them so that they would not at least cooperate with the Catholic Church. I let him hold the glowing object and hit him in the hand so he could at least send fewer soldiers in.

Of course, there is nothing more if the crest religion embraces the city itself called Philos. That can't happen. With God, I won't forgive you for such convenience. So I should have done my best the other way around.

Mattia rests her eyelids closed for a moment when her eyes are likely to even remember pain from fatigue. I took a deep breath and threw up.

"Everyone will be listening. The autonomous city of Philos took the hand of the Catholic Church and bounced our hand. We no longer have but to hold the spear with our hands and pierce our enemies"

That was awful, hard, and low voice for Mattia. To bite down every word, the officers, the captains, clear their ears and dwell the voice of the Virgin in their ears.

Anyway, this could be the end of the line. I can only hear the Virgin's voice by ear. Neither the generals of Gaza, nor the generals of the Crest, listened to Mattia without uttering a word.

A hand named Shapeless Tension strokes the spine of everyone here.

"Tell the soldiers. Without leaking a word"

Mattia said, as if to do so in a proclamation as well.

"This is not jihad or anything like that. Our God wished to shake his own skull in agony and decide with his own will. I mean, this battle must be our will. Then why did we choose to hold our spears and dye the earth red?"

Mattia knew her voice was trembling. That must not happen. As a Seal Saint Virgin, you are nothing more than a princess.

One by one, Mattia tells, as she raises her voice.

"That's because of the brethren behind us. For our parents, our brothers and sisters, our children. We had spears for the days when they could just live - remember, my brothers. Why are we here?"

In the Virgin and in the eyes of man so called, the colour of faith dwells. That's a shade that can even be described as some kind of fanaticism. That rides Mattia's voice, rides her figure, infects the general's, the captain's eyes.

This is the last thing I can do. If you do it badly, it will be the earliest means you can take. Mattia thinned in the depths of her heart and stunned herself.