A Wish to Grab Happiness

Wrap in gloves to the tip of the finger and bend the gripping finger several times. Leaking out the exhalation, the temperature was high enough to see the whites already. I don't know, my shoulders shake.

Slowly honking his horse's hooves as he tried to hide himself from the cold, he proceeded down the street with his soldiers. The hissing of military horses is also very important all day. The soldiers also seemed to lose something called strength and nervousness from their cheeks.

I don't know what else to do. Anyway, it doesn't mean we're going to war today, it doesn't mean we're going to training. However, only receive outbound supplies to the city of Philos and exchange information.

The purpose then is that the soldiers who are being escorted can lose their temper even if they respond. Besides, it would also be wild for me to draw the soldiers' attention beyond being a march with chewing tobacco on my lips.

Neither are bandits and bandits as dumb as they are enemies of a few equipped armies. In addition to that, there is only a little more respite for the Warcraft to activate itself.

And. The soldiers also spent a little time here training for the battle and keeping their minds open. Or, in the crest faction, where the eyes of Virgin Mattia reach, you can also imitate them as if they were too distracting. Then for a little while, I'd like to let you breathe.

Says the frozen throat as he stiffens his feather-woven coat over his military uniform.

"So, Ann. What's the name of that collaborator?"

Go to the same military horse, try to grab it from behind me, point it at Ralgud-Ann, who is rocked, and leak the word. The voices of the soldiers walking around are lively, but the dry air will deliver enough voices.

Is it suppressing the mouth with a muffler or something? Ann gave back her words with a mundane voice.

"Yes. I'm a representative of the Civil Council Hall, a man named Roseau. I hear you're a man with a lot of valves."

Only the mouth can do it, what a bad review it seems, Ann added.

To hear more about it, do you think that the only reason the city Philos could pour in only a few soldiers at the Sanio match was because of the effect of the cooperation of the Roseaux? I see you've done quite well. On the other hand, he said he paid the corresponding amount.

But I heard words that hurt my ears again that only my mouth could do.

Whatever it is, it's similar to what I once was, and even to this point, there's no doubt that I've used my tongue a lot. You can't deny being told that you used your tongue to stir people up and took them out to battlefield like that.

That makes me empathize with what a rosy human being is. I just heard he was coming to meet me for the delivery of this supplies. It would be a good idea to drink and exchange alcohol when the opportunity is right. The out-of-the-box stories may also play cheerfully.

"Has Anne ever met? What kind of person were you?"

There were signs that Ann nodded behind her back at the words that had been spoiled from her lips. She seems to be very, very vulnerable to the cold. I felt a slight tremor in my voice.

"Yes, to the extent that we exchanged words a few times. Right, while it's moving in gold coins, I was wondering if you could put your credibility down."

When I tried to ask her back, she let her cheeks pull up, which meant that she wasn't a person who could put her faith from the bottom of her heart.

- Huh-uh.

Behind you, from a long way. Hard, something heavy ripped through the sky. A sharp noise rang. Then I put down a beat of respite, and the sound turned into something shattering. Besides, right around me. I cramped so my ears would shrink to the cold.

The sound is not like the sound of the trees bending over in the wind or saying the wheels of a carriage are broken. Undisputed, blood and flesh crushed and splashed, sound.

When I glanced sideways, the tip of the soldier's neck, which was rocking the spear beside him, was tearing red red and black. Just looking at it, I really don't think that's the word I've ever uttered. On the ground, a stone the size of a fist rolls with blood all over it. It's not natural. Crafted with human hands, it's a stone bullet.

Within a moment, the air fills with tension. The space itself is heavy as if it clogged your breath.

To its weight, the military horses, and so did the soldiers, everyone stopped on their feet. Hiu, the sound of cutting through the wind continuously, is heard from behind.

He sounded his voice without letting any thought pass in his skull.

"- Don't stop. Run, you're gonna die, run!

As I rang my throat, I pulled the corps of a military horse. The moment you hear my voice, the soldiers will squeal their feet reflexively, too. If you don't run, you'll be killed by a stone bullet pouring from behind you. It must be good bait for remote weapons, such as soldiers who have stopped their legs.

What, what's going on? Even though he gives instructions to his soldiers, only questions are spread to his brain. I don't know why you're being targeted for backing. I don't know where anyone is pulling their hand.

But right now, someone is definitely hostile to me and the soldiers. That's all for sure. Besides, using such noisy means as throwing stones.

wind-cut sounds and their destructive power. I just grabbed it with my hand and threw it away, there's no way. First of all, they definitely use a stone thrower with strings.

Unlike bows and arrows, stone-throwing is the only thing that loses accuracy, but only its packed intent to kill is real. A clear murder weapon called a stone repeats the killing with a weapon called speed. If we let the wind ride well, even iron armor will penetrate easily.

A few times, a hollow sound hits my ear. What you hear at the same time is the sound of soldiers collapsing or the surrounding trees smashing. The sound itself seemed to carry a lot of weight.

But lucky for you, apparently, the guys doing the stone throwing aren't that smart. From time to time, a stone bullet was flying away in the woods, terribly off the force, at the edge of his eyes.

Originally, stone throwing is a far superior substitute for bows and arrows in that even amateurs are easy to handle. From that point of view, it is often preferred to bandits and militias than regular armies. For this reason, it is quite rare that a stone throwing unit is well-trained.

That's what I thought, moments. Something terribly cold touched the edge of my head. It was unparalleled, such as the ambient chill. A very, very bad imagination was in my brain.

Using a stone thrower is something like a bandit or a militia. But would a bandit or something like that want to attack a soldier armed with a special victory?

There's no reason. If I'm in the opposite position, I'll take the lead and point a spear at a unarmed man or a merchant. Why would the bandits attack soldiers walking around with empty carriages exposed?

Okay, then. This is not an act of looting in search of supplies. An act of combat, with a clear purpose and intent to kill.

- Who and which forces are going to do it against us now?

Bandits are unlikely. If Catholic troops do, bows and arrows can crush us much more efficiently than stone-throwing.

And if I did. Speaking of the remaining nearby forces, there is only one. Militia in the autonomous city of Philos.

That sounds stupid. Is that why? Where does that need to be? Now, there's no need for them to antagonize us or the crest. There's no more shards.

Rather, now that we are in a cold period, if we invade the foolishness of entering into combat acts, etc., the city itself will die. That's why such a foolish thing can't happen.

"Oh, get him, Ann."

A military horse hisses. He gave himself up and rushed to the scheduled rendezvous point, so that he could be driven by the roar of tearing the sky from behind.

Feel something running close to the cold in your spine.