A Wish to Grab Happiness

People, people, people.

Everywhere you go, a crowd of people are looking this way with their weapons. Its shades, mixed with anger, fear and hostility, are not very expressive in their mouths.

Karia was waving a silver sword on the front line of the battlefield, letting the sweat drip down her cheeks.

The spear grows without knowing the taste of the intestines. If the iron claw doesn't scratch my chest, it will rain and loom. Even if any one of them just pierces him, a man of tolerance will die. When it comes to being on the battlefield and Kalia thinks best, what a brittle human being is.

Humans who gather so much every day, flock, and walk so wide across the earth that they have nothing to do with such things as death, naturally die in the space of this battlefield.

The likeness of which shakes Kalia's heart. Your nails scratch the back of your chest with a crisp sound. I guess he's safe.

"You Rugis. I didn't expect you to do this to me."

Pouring on the front line of the crest teachings army right wing, Kalia shrugged. Sighs as if he had no heart or a horse across responded to Kalia's words. Apparently, this horse, like himself, holds indignation in his heart. Karia pointed her lips in dissatisfaction as she clenched her love sword.

Retain enemies on their right wing and intercept them. That was the role given to Kalia.

So far, that's working out somewhat well. I guess it's because the soldiers are turning to defense as well. There is no sign of significant damage. Of course over time they will be pushed to number, but at least now they keep it.

But still, Karia's chest is clear. It's just irritating and rattling my teeth.

He said that Rugis asked for it immediately, so he took it with me. Is it possible that the favor could be a slightly more atmospheric favor?

Unknowingly, Kalia frowned and waved a long sword with her arms. The tip of that sword is delicate, looking as if it was waved at the mercy of power.

Silver draws a half-circle in the hollow, and instantly, the enemy soldier's helmet and neck fly to friendship. The smell of iron stirred Karia's nostrils.

Honestly, I'm unhappy. If you are going to be on the battlefield anyway, it is better decided to run on the battlefield with Rugis. Even if he stays away, when he gets his finger hung by a reaper, he can't help pulling it up.

He glanced at the center of his army only for a moment, and Kalia again heard the sound of scratching inside his chest. Invisible anxiety breaks his brain, wondering if he's injured right now.

If this is the case, should I have entered his nostalgia even if I said I couldn't?

But every time Karia said that to herself, behind her lid, when Rugis asked her, she thought of herself when she said that. The voice that tells his eyes, staring straight at this one, that he asked for it.

Oh, no, I really can't, I can't. I can't imagine myself turning down that favor.

Is this weakness, or do you call it strength? Is it because of your own insistence, or because of your obsession?

- But he is. Though I've been robbed of my whole life, I don't think you can behave like a little more labor or reward to me.

Kalia shook the silver sword to the battlefield, still sighing in dissatisfaction at the man who had his whole life in his hands at Belfein.

Whenever that wave strokes the battlefield, blood pollutes the earth, and the end demons of the soldiers shake the sky.

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Seal Teacher Left Wing. A small army of elves stares at the bow, releasing arrows wrapped in spirituality and piercing the enemy soldiers. Whenever the sacrament devoured the flesh, as if it had a head, the archdiocesan soldiers fainted and collapsed into the battlefield.

It is a sign that the curse of the Spirit broke through his skin and devoured his soul.

The presence of the Spirit, on the other hand, gives shelter to the elves, and often harms humans. Curse yourself so that you can only live in your own realm, or wound a person's soul with clear harm. That's what spirits are for. Something closer to the devil than God, if you take it to man.

But I don't have a choice. Because once it was man who prayed to God and turned away the ancient Spirit.

"- It's like facing a giant with a knife, no matter how much spirituality you have. I can't imagine falling down with a little scratch."

The battlefield hardly even tries to shake, even though it has emitted as many bows and arrows as possible here from earlier. Eldis thinks it's enough to even get suspicious as to whether this act really makes sense.

Still, you can't stop it. If we don't attract enemy soldiers here, whether it's a little or not, he'll be in the way.

Eldis' gaze over the battlefield at the rear guard turned to the center of the plain. The flag is shaking heavily, and the wind is cleaving. Only that part, as if the world had gone wild.

Undisputed, Rugis is over there. He hasn't even embedded his fangs in the belly of the enemy yet, but he's still stretching his sword before.

Only then can we imitate it in its way. He is my knight, and I am the Lord. Seeing as the knight is so excited to work for his master, will there be a lord who does not daunt? What a lovely thing, what a worthy thing.

The knight ran without swinging back, so that the Lord could keep an eye on him and only give him a little help.

Again, an elf arrow cleaves through the hollow. That arrow that stuns a man with a single poke is also like just making him bury himself in the sea of men. We still don't see the bottom of the enemy army, and the Archdiocesan army is exactly the giant who behaves freely on the battlefield.

The only way to kill this one is to snap its neck. Eldis' blue-eyed, tiny distortion.

"Lady Eldis, a moment, please. It doesn't mean the arrows won't fly."

Valet, a samurai, leaks her voice to Eldis as she shivers her hands and feet. Its positioning is somewhat forward, not to mention that it will not be Eldis's shield, no matter what.

But I see a clear fright and tremor in both its legs and even its voice. It's not an elf that's supposed to be on the battlefield, she is.

Because she is a samurai, Eldis leaks her words as she quietly breaks her cheek when she says she doesn't need to follow her to the battlefield.

"I won't back down. My knight is on the battlefield. You can't miss that ambition."

You can back off, Valet. And adding that, it can't be that way, she responded. What a mean personality, or stubbornness? Speaking of which, Eldis shook her shoulder, wondering if this girl might look like him in that respect.

Rugis, and your soldiers are excited about spears on the battlefield, but you can't let yourself, their master, cage up in the tent. I have a responsibility, a responsibility to see it all through my eyes. That is how they are obliged to carry their souls.

That remains unchanged from the day of the civil war in Gaza. You must bear them, who die in your own words.

Plus, there are some things that bother me a little. What a strange feeling.

This one has suppressed enemy soldiers as well as you think, that's good. If this point doesn't work, Rugis won't even make it to the enemy in the first place.

Therefore, it is a very good thing. Isn't it better than this one? It's as if even the enemy is moving to contain this one.

- Are you thinking too much, or are you being hit with a play?

Erdis' little lips slightly collapsed.