A Wish to Grab Happiness

Dive through a wave of people, a herd of archdeacon soldiers, and let them run their legs toward the crest teaching army.

Moving your feet while turning your back on your enemies is not easy on boulders. The spirit is strained and exhausted, and the brain swings like a boil. So much so that I don't really know if I'm safe now.

Withdrawal from the enemy is something like this. When we die, we all die in our dreams. Honestly, retreating is not what you want.

But I don't mind this time. I did what I had to do.

The enemy ambushes exposed themselves, and eating and breaking their bellies is no longer an enemy. After that, the battle is determined by the combination of soldiers from the front. In addition to that, enemy general Richard-Permilis also collapsed into a major wound. You can no longer imitate commanding people on the battlefield.

Then we win. You can win enough. There was only one person scared by the enemy. Because it's only my master.

"Was it good, Master Rugis"

By his side, the soldier, who breathed completely on his shoulder, murmured. I would have brought home the enemy general's heart, yes, the soldier adds. Surprised, rather than suspicious, it was such a word as an honest question came out of my mouth.

Fine, I nodded loudly and responded.

Of course, I could have taken Richard-Permilis' neck on that spot. Just swing the sword straight down, and that would have exhausted your grandfather's life. At that time, I was definitely grabbing Grandpa's life's pulse.

But I also knew exactly what would happen.

The Archdiocesan soldiers were fluttering their feet in agitation on that occasion, only because General Richard-Permilis was injured. That's why they don't know exactly what they should be doing anymore.

Is it good to attack enemies, or should we protect and retreat from wounded generals?

No soldier can make that decision on his own first. A soldier is something that you can't judge things by yourself.

If you can make your own decisions and move, and you are good as a soldier, and you want to raise such a human being, you will need enough money and time to turn your eyes.

Thus, the soldiers of the Archdiocesan Army were not, at least, such soldiers. In confusion, I couldn't imitate stepping out on my own.

However, the soldiers did not step forward because there was only a hard stray in their chests. If I had taken Richard-Permilis' neck over there, I would no longer be confused or lost with them. Only a burning rage becomes present in my chest.

In that case, I, and all the soldiers who carried out the assault together, will die in mourning. No one will die. Even I can't tell a boulder that I'm right to die.

Everyone deserves to live and naturally die that way. There's so much silliness about living and dying even though it's not. It's not something I could swallow.

So I believe that it was one of the right choices not to snap Richard-Permilis' neck.

And. There was another reason why I didn't snap my grandfather's neck, although it wasn't something I could put into words.

That's so sentimental, that's why I'm kidding.

Once upon a time, the scourge of catastrophe struck the world. Everyone, rich and poor alike, died and everyone moaned. No one could avoid it.

That's the same for Grandpa, Richard-Permilis. Grandpa was also swallowed up by a catastrophe, which caused him to lose his life to the ground. Let's see what kind of death looks like.

- The last, the last. Grandpa died in a ridiculous way that sheltered me as all the alien warcraft pushed over.

That's the fact that no one else is supposed to know any more than me. Even the person of the day, Richard-Permilis. The fact is that while it could have already happened, it probably wouldn't happen anymore.

Strengthen your vision. I think Grandpa said something at the end of the day. But I couldn't remember what it was.

Perhaps there's nothing simple about not getting your grandfather's life today because he once saved his life. There were many other reasons. From the small to the big. The guy that it's a cause between me and Grandpa isn't that cheap.

But still. Whatever the mood was right now, it was never a bad feeling. Sometimes sentimental motives aren't bad.

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To run, run. When my legs felt so painful that they gave me cramps, I finally saw the main army, the crest religion flag. By the time we got here, many soldiers had fallen off and sometimes died.

By my side, the soldiers who spoke to me, and those soldiers who asked me to come out, are at some point blind to their faces.

Well, nobody and he are wounded. Still, we all get to the main army safely. What's convenient like that can't even happen in a hell of a place called Battlefield. Naturally, naturally.

My thumb felt swollen. In a dead voice, tell the soldier who remains.

"After joining the main army, you guys split up and back off to the rear guard. A battlefield laid with soldiers, but there will be room for a small number of humans to enter. Tell him it's my call."

The look on the face of the soldier who followed me, again, can't be said to be full of life. No one and he are so exhausted that the body doesn't know where the scratch-free place is.

Still, everyone, only the will to go home alive did shine behind those eyes. One of the soldiers said, "Let's go home alive."

Of course. I want to do what I can. Instead of the tent, I go back to Gallu Amalia's room and I feel like moisturizing my throat while pouring fine liquor. Eating and walking with good food with Wood and his sister Cereal is not a bad idea. That must be a happy thing.

But what happened? I'm not a soldier, I'm a commander of what's wrong. Besides, I even get two names: hero.

Then you can't pull it here. There is so much shame in dragging people to their dead places as they please and retreating behind them when they are in danger. Who can imitate that?

Dry lips, move and leak your voice.

"Not yet, my legs and hands still move. It doesn't make sense for me to leave."

That's what I said, I shook my hands and feet gently to show them. A wound created on his left shoulder complains of paralyzing pain.

There was a voice in my words that distorted the lips of a soldier, and at the same time it was like cutting through the barbarism and rage around me.

"- No, you no longer have to leave. Stand back, Rugis."

A voice that sounds a lot. That voice, like piercing through his ears, pierced the battlefield straight. It's supposed to be on such a front line, a human voice that can't even be there.

Unexpectedly peeled my eyes. It's not just me, it's good to say that every soldier around me was showing amazement at the way he looked.

Again, her voice, sounds on the battlefield.

"You guys did a great job. I'm proud to have you."

It's on the horse, its appearance showing a smile of mercy and glorious eyes around it.

Virgin Mattia, nothing more than that person. A being that can be called a symbol of faith itself, making it the heart of the crest religion.

Therefore, everyone would have kept their mouth shut that we should not be on a battlefield or something where people die easily just by chance. Why is Mattia here?

"Rugis, you have something to say too. I have something to say to you, too. But..."

Diving for a moment, mixing something hard in that voice color, Mattia said that to me. The strong gaze directed at this side is as if he is complaining even of his dissatisfaction.

He came home scratched by an enemy general. What is the Virgin's dissatisfaction when she says she did it? I do not do anything to take the gaze pointed at me by Mattia from the front, but respond with a slight tilt in my neck.

Mattia sighed a small sigh at me like that, she said.

"But just one word. - Yeah, it's a boulder. My sword. Boulders are my heroes"

With those words, Mattia turned straight this way, grinning like a beautiful line on her face, and said: My cheeks were scorched by the cedary colour of the sunset, as if they were glowing.

What? Honestly, I want you to stop praising people from the front. How embarrassing.

"That's what I wanted, Virgin."

So I ran words like those determinative complaints into the sky and clapped my shoulders. It's like winding your tail and running away, that's the word.

Mattia says, with a slight bitter smile on her cheek and then, this time, with a strong voice that makes it sound all around her.

"- Everybody, look at my hero! The enemy collapsed and the path was paved there!

Tell the soldiers around you, let them listen. Mattia began to open her lips.