A Wish to Grab Happiness

Seal Army, right wing.

The Archdiocesan army blasts a barbaric voice, poking a spear and a battle axe, while continuing to mount a decisive offensive. The crest teachings' soldiers stand on their shoulders, but it was obvious that fatigue was accumulating when they saw their shoulders and the movement of their savings.

Everyone understands that it is no longer that long.

Finally, or can we finally break through the enemy lines with this? In the bosom of the Archdiocesan soldiers, there was a splendor close to hope. Its pale expectations and hopes are found at the bottom of the land called Battlefield.

But it is mowed to the point of cruelty by a whirlwind of silver.

- Gucci, the man's head, that too, the sound of his skull and brains when he was forced to decide, fell zero on the battlefield.

The archdeacon, and the commander's brains and blood, bones, splash across the battlefield. The sword flash that gave birth to it sank through the sky depicting an orbit that could be described as streamlined.

The archdeacon collapses as he screams and rages. In the meantime, when the advance was stopped, the crest army would once again rebuild its posture.

Also, the Archdiocesan soldier distorts his expression when he stops us. The eyes staring at its existence give me cramps in fright. At the end of her gaze, she shows no trembling fright while on the battlefield, and walks wide as if the battlefield were ours.

Rotting silver hair like silk thread, Karia-Birdnick narrowed his eyes. White skin is stained with vermilion makeup. Multiple, overlapping layers.

Behave like she is the Lord of the battlefield. Despite its superiority over numbers, whenever the silver light of Kalia is brilliant, the Archdiocesan army is forced to stagnate. That went on and on, countless times.

Karia leaks her exhale as she pays off the blood reflexes of enemy soldiers tangled in her hair in depression. What's floating around your chest is never something like a sense of crisis, impatience, or exaltation that should be on the battlefield. Only one emotion dominates her back of the chest. Rather, on the contrary, there is only one thing that can dominate Kalia's chest now.

Stuck, that's about my husband, Rugis. Rugis relied on Kalia to entrust the right wing of the crest army, and he himself made the horse run unable to break through the center.

That's good. If you don't know that you rely on people until now, and you think about avoiding the glory of glory, there is a grin on Kalia's cheek when you think about what Rugis looks like now. That Rugis goes down the road to glory, it is nothing more than his own admission that Karia was right on that path that has so far drawn his hand and guided him.

So it was wonderful and full of joy. That's all, Kalia's heart doesn't palpitate, and from the bottom of her gut comes a comforting emotion. So, in itself, it doesn't matter. Therefore, Karia is concerned about something other than that.

I wonder why I wasn't chosen to serve Rugis. Isn't it your role to serve him, by nature, to run the battlefield with Rugis?

Of course, there may not have been any other people left to the right wing. Rather, being left out of Rugis' own sight may mean that he has earned so much credibility. There must be such an idea, too.

But Karia's thought loyalty, and thus the knight, is not such. A knight who has sworn allegiance is one who is always with the Lord, and sometimes even gives up his life to serve the Lord. To be honest, I naturally thought Kalia was allowed to serve Rugis on the battlefield.

But it wasn't himself who actually chose to take Rugis with him to the center of the battlefield, but Fialert-la-Borgograd.

As soon as I thought about it, something heavy and sticky came crawling from all over Kalia, from all over it. An unpleasant delusion sticks behind the cerebral cord. You don't want to think about it, but delusions pass behind your brain.

Within the facades around Rugis, for example, Virgin Mattia, is the very heart of the crest religion. Whether Rugis reaches out to glory, gets close to doing things with childhood friendly Arueno, he'll need that help.

Be queen of elves again, be fialert, yes. It is a force, it is a sorcery, it has something that will surely help Rugis. Whatever path Rugis chooses, that's what he'll need.

So what about yourself? Kalia's well-shaped little lips, distorted. I only have a sword. There is only one sword that I have worked out and wielded in a foolish way.

The sword moves were also good inside, surpassing Rugis. That's what I would have said if I could protect him and lead him. However, in a duel in Belfein, he was defeated from the front. That's not to say it's bad. Rather, Rugis is not happy to grow, and let's bless him honestly.

Yes, it is a pleasure in itself, but - but the sword alone has defeated Rugis with it. If so, what will become of what I am dedicated to Rugis? With what, I guess I can say it will help him. I wonder if there is anything.

Its thoughts rub Kalia's heart, and her throat seeps through a fright she has never felt in her lifetime.

- Maybe Rugis is no longer in sight about me.

My eyelids are paralyzed. My whole body is going to cramp. Something hot was going to reflux from my throat. I don't like it. It even makes me cry. Then it would be better if you still ordered me to die for myself.

Delusions call for delusions, bad imaginations and concerns grumble, grumbling and stirring the chest over and over again, causing Kalia's expression to flatter. No matter how worried you are, the answer is no.

That's why those eyes had a strong light on them. At least, this right wing, now entrusted to Rugis, can never imitate a soldier through. If you forgive me for that, I may well be discerned.

Silver murder weapon, many times, is wielded. Is the emotion lit on that blade intentional to kill, or frightened? I'm sure Karia herself doesn't even know that.

"Dear Kalia - the enemy army - heh!

Therefore, it was only a little while later that Karia noticed the cry of the conductor.

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Seal Teacher Left Wing. Elves living in the aerial garden Gaza line up their desperate shapes and continue to unleash arrows on the battlefield.

Its fingertips no longer feel. From his fingers the skin of his hand itself is torn apart by blood. Still, we can't make it if we don't keep watching the arrows. Not so long ago, the enemy's pressure was vicious. Even with the spiritual technique used by the elves, the curse that makes men easily faint and despair, the march of the Great Episcopal Church as waves has not been stopped.

There can't be alarm or a chronic mind. It's just purely that enemy forces are strong and outnumber the soldiers in Gaza. No longer equals suppression or other ineffective.

So there is only one thing that keeps the battlefield on this left wing.

A team of archdeacons finally breaks the front line of Gaza with thoughts like that. Ahead of that sight lies the fragile belly-exposed rear guard and the figure of the Gaza main unit. In one breath, all of that sinks under our own military shoes.

All the archdeacons closed their mouths and covered their lips and noses with their hands. I desperately suppress my chest, which is going to be overflowing with joy, running my eyes blood, looking for that elf. Because if you kill that queen elf, it is often and understandably impossible for these enemies to break through.

But I still can't make it either. The eyes of the archdeacon pierced the back of the main Gaza camp, moments. Far from sober, coal-damaged air begins to circle the perimeter. Has a loose and strange weight, that. I can clearly see that black air with my eyes. That is the manifestation of the curse. The spell of an elf that eats and kills people and erodes them.

The archdeacon closes his lips, covers his nose and mouth with his hands, and proceeds desperately through it, even holding his breath. Hardly, under the Queen Elf, the culprit of that spell, runs.

But the curse never lets people escape. The Great Spirit will never forgive those who once forsake themselves and forsake faith in Himself.

Sludgy-like air enters the body of the Archbishop joyfully and bravely from the slightest scars on his orbit, ear canal, and skin.

Sludge only penetrated a person's body, significantly diminishing all functions. It starts with difficulty breathing, then limbs numb, and blood veins wild as if even poison had been included. Gastric fluid flows back from the mouth, including self-traumatic behavior due to dysfunction of the gut.

Protruding archdiocesan soldiers are no longer foolish to run and can't even walk. Such a tragedy, though. Only consciousness, by the time it was cruel, was clear. I want you to take a good look at what happens from this.

In the sight of the Archbishop, slowly falling and lying on the earth, I saw the gazing eyes that emitted the beam.

"I don't like it."

That's all, say it. Fin-Erdis, Queen of Gaza, struck down the soldier's body with a condensed curse, the very concept of destruction no longer. There's nothing left.

Leaking a slightly rough breath from her neat lips, Eldis sits back on a chair prepared for herself. I moistened my throat a little bit with the water that Valet, my squire, offered me.

How many times have you used spirituality and curse? If you ask Valet, maybe she'll answer, but she no longer even had the energy to ask that, Eldis.

Spirituality is only based on the power of the spoiled Spirit. Therefore, like magic magic, the magic that exists in your body is exhausted, and so on. But that's why it's inexhaustible, except for the story.

In order to use spiritual art on a large scale, like Eldis, it is necessary to manifest the Spirit in this world once and for all through his own body.

Make the Spirit manifest itself through its own body and into the world. That's synonymous with ripping the margin out of your spirit and flesh in an instant. If you keep using it again and again, that's all the elf's body will wear out.

That's why ordinary elves don't be so impotent. More than not, I can't. Passing and manifesting spirits in your body means taking and mixing all foreign objects into your body. How compatible with the Spirit or unusually loving can such a thing be?

Normally, elves use spiritual techniques to the extent that they grant marginally given spiritual protection to the weapon or naturally interfere to a limited extent. It can't be possible to spray a curse around the perimeter or transform it into destruction itself.

Speaking of that aspect, Finn-Eldis was undoubtedly a spiritually spoiled being, nothing more than a gifted one. It manifests the Spirit, sometimes creating a phantom, sometimes swinging it around as a spell, even swinging the concept of destruction. That's just brilliant. Before that talent, the Archdiocesan soldiers continue to bend their knees. With her presence, therefore, the Archdiocesan army is not given a decisive beating by the soldiers of Gaza.

Therefore, the left wing of the crest army will only be preserved while Eldis is physically and mentally safe. How long will it take to fulfill it?

The squire Valet lowers his eyes while offering a pill for notice at the same time as water. You know you shouldn't hang words, though you can guide your Lord to wear them even. The lips were tightly closed.

Eldis exhales gently as she takes Valet's gaze, one, I think.

It is not such a trivial thing as being a physical or mental limitation of oneself or a situation of war. I think about my knight, Rugis.

Eldis had received the feeling that Rugis had been injured through the outfit he had just given him.

The wound is never shallow. But with the blessing of a spiritual costume, you will not be mortally wounded. Therefore, although my chest is stifling, I still don't mind where it is. Besides that, there was something else that was disturbing to Eldis.

- Rugis' body was scratched, and there were multiple reactions other than his own outfits.

Binoculars narrow, and once again a dazzling swordswallowing light floats. Eldis had the feeling that her guts would simmer and her exhalation would be hot due to effects other than exhaustion.

Who, besides himself, has interfered with his knights?

I have heard stories of a mage named Fialert who follows Rugis once repaired Rugis. Therefore, it is not strange that there is such a magical reaction. But I do now. There were several other reactions.

Biting his back teeth, Erdis desperately pushes and kills the urge to come up in him.

If possible, I want to rush under Rugis right now, heal the wounds, and thus remove impurities other than my own from him. But maintaining this left-wing front rests on Rugis' instructions. I mean, that's absolute for Eldis. Something you can't break.

Mouthless. He wants to run over to see Rugis, but he can't move by his instructions.

Eldis looks far but desperately into the middle of the battlefield. Hope to see your knight in the eye at all.

That, sometimes. Second, Eldis raised a neat eyebrow. Central enemy, no, just a little movement across enemy forces, disturbed. Are you upset or deliberate? At least, it's not a controlled move.

What happened? No, maybe Rugis did something. Otherwise, Eldis' blue eyes stare at the whole enemy army. It is no longer the eyes of Eldis as an individual, but of the Queen, as a leader. Looking at the battlefield in cold blood.

For a while, after. The flow of enemy movements begins to change clearly. The left-wing soldiers that Gaza is confronting, that's the same. As Erdis' intuition began to turn to certainty, the Herald rushed into the Gaza headquarters.

"- Dear Finn-Eldis. The Grand Episcopal Army has begun to withdraw. It's an order to push and wrap the enemy as soon as possible."

Listening to that word, Eldis stroked his chest down at the same time. Speak up, speak up.

Immediately delegated authority to the generals of the distribution and called the horses. Anyway, my role in maintaining this front is over. After that, there will be no problem where others have gone. The female male on the battlefield has already made up her mind.

Then all you have to do is rush to where you should be.

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Sanio match.

The series of meetings known as the Gospel War, among the conflicts, the first battle in which the Catholic Church and the crest stood up their spears on a large scale, was so called taking their names from the stage Sanio Plains.

The clashes between a mixed army composed of archdiocesan troops, municipal soldiers of the autonomous city of Philos, and allied forces by the crest army and the elf state of Gaza took place approximately half a day.

There is no record of small-scale damage in the two armies, and it can be read that it was a struggle and a battle that involved the corresponding bleeding of each other.

But only one side can always bite the fruit of victory. That's how the winner's name was engraved into history in the Sanio Games - the allies of the crest religion and the elf nation of Gaza.

Of course, the record on the part of the Catholic Church did not mention the letter defeat, etc., but there is no doubt that at least the retreat of the main formation had to be carried out.

This defeat, retreat, had one clear shock to the Catholic Church.

Originally for the Catholic Church, the soldiers who carried out the clashes in the Sanio Plains were pioneering soldiers and could even be described as powerful reconnaissance. It would be very unlikely to be such a painful defeat if we were to consider the forces of the entire Catholic Church.

So for the Catholic Church, the Sanio Congregation was just a battle of battle, a crest army that gained momentum to squeal horseshoes, only to be temporarily given the breath of victory. Yeah, that's all I can say. It won't affect a lot of people, just that the flames of the battle scattered a little spark.

But still. The outcome of the Sanio congregation becomes synonymous with humiliation for the Catholic Church, with its hostility to the crest religion that dwells in its breasts and a cut that thus stirs up just a little impatience.

The reason for this is clear. The force of the crest, which until now was only the side to be taken away, the side to be driven away, was not tired of just stripping his fangs, tearing apart the ankle of a giant called the Archdiocese.

- That should never be possible in the doctrine of the Archdiocese. That it should not be possible.

The doctrine of the Catholic Church is that man's possible reason, intelligence, ability, and all of them are entrusted to the One God and rarely salvation. True to the Lord, all control can be given to the will, and man can only be granted salvation. That is bliss, oh that is indisputable happiness, says the Archbishop Priest.

In accordance with its doctrine, except for some rulers and upper classes, the state stripped the common people of their knowledge.

I don't think of anything myself. I just taught him that if he moves his body while it is given to God and guided, that's what makes him happy.

The majority of the common people accepted and drank it down themselves as the only truth. Whatever, it's not easy. No responsibility, no ability, no intelligence, no effort. Just do what you're told, just do it. What a sweet teaching that is.

Even so, for the governor, there is no doctrine more acceptable. Anyway, the ruling common people give up thinking for themselves and everyone loses their intelligence.

Since the Catholic Church became a state religion, no one in the Garrist kingdom has challenged the rule of the common people. I can tell you the security is so much better.

Although more common people could not even read and write letters, it became a routine to be repressed, but it became like there was no such thing as the dignity of the common people, but that no longer matters. Because the common people don't have to think for themselves or need intelligence.

Letters, culture, intelligence, it's all good if only the upper class ones have it. Abolish the Academy, make laws that regulate the behavior of the common people, and there was no rebellion as one. Because everyone tells us that if we follow the doctrine of the Catholic Church at any rate, everything will work and that it will lead to salvation. Yeah, nobody disagreed, didn't.

- Except for the cult who names crest religion.

That is why the Catholic Church can never tolerate defeat in the Sanio congregation. The Archdiocesan Army in the Sanio Congregation is an army that received the intention under the Archdiocesan Pope. That is, it should be the only God-loved army.

The army suffers defeat. Forced to retreat. That's not for enemy countries or anything like that, but for the crest army that I've been kicking in.

Is that possible? Something like that twisted my mind. It is not written in the doctrine of the Catholic Church that such a thing may happen, etc. Such an irrationality cannot happen if we obey the doctrine, it should.

If defeat seems to overlap any more, it leads to scepticism about the doctrine of the Catholic Church. Once in, dissatisfaction and anger arouse skepticism in an attempt to take away intelligence itself.

It can no longer be given in the name of the Catholic Church with a slight wound.

That's why they call this Sanio match an opportunity. The opportunity for a giant named the Catholic Church to raise its heavy hips and lift its sword.

So besides that, the Sanio match had another great significance. It means that one hero was born in history.

In the Catholic Church, great evil. In the crest teachings he is spoken in two names: Golden.

The person is not a celebrity, an upper-class origin, etc., nor is it certain where his origins are in history in the first place. It is probably the class of adventurers, and supposedly was once a follower of the Catholic Church.

Its purpose, its creed, why it took the hand of the crest, and why it stepped into battle in that way. Any reason is unknown.

He made his name for history for the first time in the falling play of the walled city of Galuamaria, and in the revolution of the aerial garden Gaza, the mercenary city of Berfein, and thus in the Sanio congregation, he protruded his sword toward the cathedral. It should be noted, then, that I did not wish for glory myself.

As a result, the person earns the trust of Queen Fin-Erdis, the crest Virgin Mattia, and the aerial garden Gaza. Also at the same time, Karia-Birdnick, knight of the kingdom of Garrist, and Fialert-la-Borgograd, a male Volvato magician of the East, followed him.

But the reason he gained their trust, the details of which remain unknown. As a matter of fact, the official records at the time did not contain a statement indicating his personality, which made even the analogy difficult.

It is only certain, however, that according to the remaining record skin paper, the female relationship was not much praised, without being inferior to the name of the hero.

His name is Rugis, the hero, and so it is inscribed in history.