A Wish to Grab Happiness

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here. The devil came in footsteps.

Roseau looked down at the sight from the castle gate of the city of Philos as he pulled his shoulders back. The lid didn't know, it was shaking. My heart makes a high noise and screams.

A team of crests came this way, running down the streets, like sheep driven by dogs. Without looking at me, without worrying about anything else.

Naturally. There's no such thing as people throwing stone bullets from their backs and poking at each other with a sense of frustration. Besides, they were armed, but they weren't willing to fight anymore. Then you can't be ready to fight physically or mentally.

So, come.

You should go as far as the gateway to the city of Philos, mistakenly mistaken for a bandit or some kind of raid. Roseau, yes, repeatedly shrugged in his head. As if to tell yourself that everything is going to work.

All day on the boulder, Roseau couldn't afford to put up a vanity either. Fighting and tactics are too much for Roseau. For him to break himself that only his tongue is capable, something such as a war without tongue must be something he should repel.

After all, should we stop? Such a thing as falling out of your own hands. Maybe now, I can take it back. If one of us turns down his life, it could all be over.

With the crest army, you should not know that Philos city soldiers are still stripping their fangs directly. Now it might be possible to put everything back where it was.

But that too, if you officially turn the crest army against the enemy, it's over. As Phyllos-Treit said, a city called Phyllos will die. Roseau himself understood that very well.

So if you want to turn back, here it is. Now I can still get rid of everything in peace.

Roseau meditated on his eyes for the first time. That's how I said, throbbing, echoing the ears and hearts of my surrounding men, and of the city soldiers deployed in front of the gate.

"- Autonomous people! The enemy is here. That demon definitely comes here. This must be God's extraction."

Highly, prestigiously. Roseau's voice strokes the ears of the citizens with a bare gesture no different from what he has done so far. For him, I'm better than this.

Roseau's cheek cracks.

"The Garrist kingdom and cathedral promised us! He said he'd give us a lot of support to fight the cult! Don't be frightened, gentlemen, if we endure here and now, salvation will be given!

Roseau says so that he can suck it into everyone's brain and make it sound deep inside his gut.

The crest demons are trying to scatter the city. You fight, you just die. If you endure here, help will come. Many times, those words, including to the citizens.

Let's be fools, but for the citizens who are the great saints, what Roseau says is truthful.

The crests are like demons and animals, and they aim for the pockets of this side at all times. Every citizen was taught as a child that they wanted an opportunity to eat our heads all the time. They're not the same people.

Likewise, if a truly painful time comes, God will give us the hand of salvation.

That's why it's impossible for citizens to take the devil's hand. Philos-Trait, who tried to kiss the devil, is a disloyal man who sold his soul. Good citizens believe and do not doubt that if they come close, they must take their souls themselves.

So I'm sure that doesn't mean Roseau is cheating on them. However, he whispered in his ear the ideals of a citizen, gave him a future he wanted to believe in, and breathed in the means by which he could think he was right in that way. That's all, that's all.

For example, even if the secret book truly given by the Kingdom of Garrist did not say such a thing as a single letter.

Sometimes the truth, no matter how many eyes you rub, is out of sight.

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The perimeter of the autonomous city of Philos is like a plain with only a few openings. For this reason, you can look far from the city, and as soon as the bandits come out, the city soldiers will be rushed into the terrain. The absence of a steep mountain range makes it extremely easy to get to and from the streets.

I have heard that once a city called Philos flourished as a relay city to the kingdom of Garrist, perhaps thanks to having set up a city in a suitable place for such a deal.

However, the difficulty is that the plains are very easy to place a large number of soldiers? Because of that, Philos must have been in the grip of falling many times in history.

However, all this time today, the difficulty seems to have replaced the advantages.

Philos, in front of the castle gate. While completely surrounding me and the soldiers in my unit, I saw Philos' city soldiers erecting spears and stone throwers, and I bit my teeth reflexively.

"I heard you were replenishing supplies, but you were also replenishing soldiers, Ann"

Like a sigh, say. There will be seven hundred city soldiers in Philos just because they can see the front, whereas this one is less than a hundred. Besides, he struck surprises and drove his troops out. Then, naturally, the soldiers should be holding back behind them as well. Really, you mean he fell into it?

I've had a bad feeling since I saw the stone bullet. There was also a feeling that the core of the cerebromedulla would be paralyzed. But what kind of ridiculous thing happens when Philos' city soldiers are now more hostile to the crest religion?

That's right. I guess I hit the punishment for selfishly speculating things. I didn't know it would end up being cornered in a place like this.

I don't know who writes this script, but he's the guy who likes to put so much behind people. I also have so much bad taste.

To my words, Anne keeps saying, "There's no way that's happening."

"Master Rugis. About ten people, pick one and take them. I'll hang up the rest."

Right now, and Anne said so. Warp one eye and remove the chewing tobacco from the lips.

There's nothing wrong with boulders. Ann's voice, which should have trembled in the cold earlier, was now quite firm. So much so that I'm likely to harden my spirit to this side just because I'm listening.

Stuck, told me to run. Ann and most of the soldiers were slashed like lizard tails and rushed back to the position with a few of them.

Exhale deeply once and leak. What are you talking about? Reflectively, the word nearly leaked out of my lips. Don't be silly, I thought I could do that.

But when I looked back and looked into Ann's eyes, I realized that the words Ann had just unleashed were not easily spoken. Maybe what Ann was prepared for and determined in a moment.

Pity. What am I doing to a little girl who's smaller than me? Foolishly enough.

Breathe in, again full of air in my lungs, about the time. Before Philos Castle Gate, his voice sounded.

"- Thank you so much for coming, crest teachers."

A low voice, echoing around. Both city soldiers rocked spear tips to react to it. Apparently, they left us surrounded and didn't attack us because they were waiting for this voice.

There was a tingling feeling in my heel. My chest burns. Is that the mastermind? You mean Ten Himself, who created this stupid situation?

"Ann, who is this bastard looking down that wall?"

The sighing momentum twisted the words. My eyes narrow and my tongue feels terribly dry. Before I heard Anne's voice, one name had already surfaced in my head.

Ann squeezes her throat and speaks.

"That's it, Master Rugis. That's Roseau. Philos, be a representative of the National Convention Hall. Our collaborator, he was, he was a man."