A Wish to Grab Happiness

Soldiers, blood and in a vortex of bones. Every step forward, an ally soldier lightly loses his life. Go one step further, the soldier's throat flies. One more step, forward. One more step forward. Every time, someone dies. This place was such a shitty hell.

So, I guess. I was stroking my bottom chest when I saw my old face approaching this way.

Apparently I wasn't wrong. At least, my actions were outside my grandfather's thoughts.

Anyway, if everything is going around in that grandfather's hands, he never tries to show his face on the table. On the contrary, it should only deepen the wrinkles on your face somewhere out of your reach.

That just showed up on the front lines of the battlefield. I mean, that's proof left that the sight of the battlefield is starting to zero out of that grandfather's hand. Excellent.

Open your lips in a vision slightly dirty with blood. My lungs jumped as if they had moved, I see.

"Oh, Grandpa. Did you wash your neck with good booze?"

"Say stupid. The only thing I wash with alcohol is my stomach."

Ringing his horseshoe and cracking the soldiers of the Archdiocesan Army, Grandpa - the enemy general Richard showed up. The grey armor shows up in the dusk, nasty well.

To be honest, I thought you might not be able to show up until the end. I managed to drag him down. After that, we're just going over this wall. Squeeze your eyes as you slightly open your squeezing legs.

"We're pushing through - Richard. I can't be kneeling on your kaoru forever."

Yeah, I'm just following my grandfather's teachings all the time. Then I won't change at all. All I could do was crawl through the ground and envy someone, since then.

Then we have to go beyond. That's the only way out.

Stand with the sword on your shoulders and put your right foot forward. The enemy is still on the horse. This sword will not be easy to reach. But then there's the thing about doing it.

Richard must be killed here. If the general's neck flies, the morale of the soldier will be greatly cut off. If we succeed, even ambushes may lose their function. If the crest finds the winner, the ambush, of course, needs to stop Richard's heart.

This should be the biggest opportunity to kill Richard, as the archdeacons around him are still spearing at their weak hips.

Cage your strength in your knees and exhale. There was a dull pain that could tear my hind legs apart. While I managed to contain my voice from leaking into the pain, I gazed and measured when I was about to fly.

Richard's wrinkles are deeply and deeply engraved as he shadows. The expression appeared to be even pregnant with some worries.

"Won't we cross paths now? Rugis -"

The voices Richard leaked are not always light, somewhere harmonious. I guess the voice that even feels its majesty is the voice, as a general, as one who was thus entrusted to the Catholic Church. It was the first voice I ever heard and the tone.

I can see that there is strained air around me. So Richard goes on with his words, saying he had no choice.

"- Rugis the Great Sinner. In the name of Richard-Permilis, the twelve-generation brave man entrusted to you by the Cathedral, I will cut you off as a great evil. Your sins will no longer even be wiped away."

And Richard sounded his painful voice, and said, Around.

"Soldier. Justice and the teachings of God are under my sword. Do evil without fear and prove our absolute righteousness!

Eyes, distorted. Tasty, not a good development. Rather, bad.

In Richard's edict of the great voice, the Archdiocesan soldiers regained the heat of faith in his eyes. Hands with spears and battle axes are not as weak as they were earlier. Strong will.

Later, a word. If Richard's orders were given, the Archdiocesan soldiers would undoubtedly throw their lives on this side but fly away. Now they are still rooting their feet on the ground just because they are ordered to retreat.

One deep, very deep exhale, leaked. Dozens of protruding assault units die instantly if they can now thrust their spears with momentum by the soldiers around them. Naturally. And so, myself, of course.

He put his strength in both hands holding the treasure sword. In a small voice, as I speak to the soldiers around me, I say.

"Deposit your life. Just give me five seconds."

It's like telling them to die. It's like showing yourself and asking me to buy you some time. What a selfish, self-loathing word that might even arise. I wouldn't be surprised if I had a spear stabbed from my back to my side right now. You'd even take it for granted.

But as if they had been swallowed up by my words, they nodded and put up spears and swords. No one, no one, he was carrying scratches and dirt on his body, and no one, including me, was safe.

Strange stuff. How can all these people throw their lives away? Including me, I don't know why.

I breathed quietly. Shortly before the enemy soldiers fly this way, aim. Richard's lips opened wide.

"It's at least a salvation. Die here as man, Rugis - all soldiers, take the neck of the great evil Rugis."

of soldiers, roaring and barbaric. Sounding battlefield music. I made him jump his legs so he could jump into it. My eyes just captured my master, Richard.

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Within the great tent of the crest faculty, Virgin Mattia opened her lips as she pressed and killed the tremor at her fingertips, which was imperative. At the end of that eye is the figure of a conductor who is no longer going to be too knee-deep in exhaustion.

"Thank you for your hard work. You should rest well. I won't allow him to go back to the front line - someone give him water and something to put in his mouth."

With that said, I order a boy soldier who still has battlefield madness in his eyes to rest. Because if I let it go, I was going to go back to the battlefield with that cramped fingertip.

Seeing the boy soldier and the soldiers at the sidelines leave the great tent, Mattia finally rattles those teeth out loud. My emotions so much that I think I've even been screwed by the flames on my spine are heating Mattia's entire body.

- Yeah, I knew it. Because that's who you are.

The information brought in by the boy soldier briefly explains the situation on the front line and tells him what Rugis is going to do now. It's really just not like telling me what to do, no matter what I ask of this side just to tell me the situation. That unnecessarily burns the bottom of Mattia's belly.

If it's a time of crisis, you can ask for one of our help. All I'm saying is that Rugis' attitude will do something about it himself. A little, you just said you learned to rely on it. Or is it that this is the only means that could have been taken?

What is coming up in Mattia's chest is not feelings of anger, indignation, etc. It's just that rudeness and self-reflection seep into your lips.

He, given the nature of Rugis, well understood what could happen when it was addressed to the front line. If this were to happen, I'm sure he would even throw his life away. I naturally knew there was such a danger.

Despite this, Mattia's reluctance for the fact that she had to put him on the front line distorts her eyes. If he had matured as a Virgin and fully exercised his power, he would not have placed an excessive burden on him either. If I had worked out better measures, I wouldn't have had to throw him into danger or anything.

Oh, it's a shame. This and everything was due to my lack of strength. There's so much to be desired.

So, more than that, Mattia's heartburn is one self-reflective thought.

- Besides, apparently I was still spoiling him. I can't believe you're forgiving yourself for coming to the dead by yourself.

Mattia followed Rugis to the battlefield, giving him detailed instructions. In particular, I should have mentioned time and again that I would never act like I would lose my life, and that I would keep it in my chest as a choice to even leave the soldiers if I had decided to be reckless. Over and over again, staring into its eyes and taking its hand.

Still, he broke his promise to himself. Mattia's chest is smoked with unspeakable heat at the same time as her anxiety to guide Rugis' cheapness. Anyway, Mattia herself wasn't even going to be able to handle it.

"- Ann. I'm still going to the battlefield, too. Bring the horse here."

If we should not put ourselves on the battlefield, Virgin Mattia, the heart of the crest that had been subjected to disobedience from scattered surroundings and had pushed itself into the great tent.

Her often audible voice echoed into the crest church position.