A Wish to Grab Happiness

Lesson 283: The Will to Engage

I say as I put out the advance party, staring at the Cathedral Knight, who, little by little, moves its main unit to the back of the Grand Temple.

"- Eldis, give me a hand. What, just move your fingertips a little bit?"

After watching for a while, it became clear that the Cathedral Knights were a very honest and cautious group, contrary to their great titles.

There is nothing like acting in isolation, and it is only a large group that will surely trample the earth with three or four lumps and will no longer be able to reach their gaze around them.

The advance party seems to be walking inside the Great Temple to the dark clouds, making sure to measure the distance from its real main unit. Step-by-step, at perfectly equal intervals, is proof of this.

I honestly thought so when they didn't like it. Such an honest group of human beings will never cause confusion or panic. He just has the ability to swallow zero events on the spot.

A good military knight was always like that. Place your finger on your jaw, narrowing your eyes unknowingly.

The means to be taken against these kinds of students are determined. Eat that throat with one bite. At least, as a group, we have to half-destruct it so that it can never function again.

If they've just eaten and killed one or two people in a trap anymore, they'll definitely overcome it. If you detect an anomaly, you will respond immediately and capture the appearance of the enemy in your eyes.

There is no shortening of one or two numbers against these people with the thought guidance of Kalia's sword trident or fialert.

The fastest thing to do is throw their flesh and soul in the snow with battlefield magic.

I'm sure their white armor is naturally ready for magic resistance, but it's still too thin to counter fialerts. It's like trying to prevent sword strikes with feathers. The result is visible.

However, it becomes necessary to assume that if the enemy does not have Arueno, the means will be available. With the exception of one person from the enemy team, the imitation of having everything else swallowed by witchcraft is too clever to be done by a fia alert.

Besides, the battlefield magic, as its name suggests, is not such a good thing to call in indoors. If it works, of course, it's good, but if it does poorly, the temple itself evaporates before it involves Arueno.

If so, it is desirable that horizontal spears devour them without relying on demonization or martial arts. Spirit was, that's what a spell was.

Move your eyes slowly toward Eldis. Eldis said, holding the hat small, as he picked out the words.

"Eldis - Someone, it is. I think I was just an elf on a journey."

What are you talking about, this guy? Unexpectedly, my shoulders weakened. I can see that my eyes bounced off naturally.

To be honest, it took a few seconds to shatter what Eldis was talking about. That seems to have been the case with Kalia and Fialert, where silver and black can be seen wandering through the hollow.

When I tried to say what it meant, my eyeballs twitched and I danced in the thin dark.

"An elf named Eldis told you to go home because it won't help you. Don't you think it's good to rely on someone like that?"

The wind blowing to the east is the next thing you don't blow to the west. Eldis, no, Lord Elf of the journey said so as a little bird would grovel. The cheek has a gentle grin.

Well, apparently, my advice has spoiled the princess's mood for a long time. Though I never thought I'd be given back my interest like this again. I guess it's more of a joke for her than that.

I could never have imagined such a soft figure when I thought of the intimidation itself and what was thought of as fear itself. Tighten your eyes.

At least I don't remember pronouncing a big rumor that it was useless, etc., but with that said, I gently clapped my shoulders and dropped my hips. Then I took Eldis' chilled fingertips.

"I'm sorry I'm a knight without a clue. Princess, may I help you?"

I'm glad to say it's almost windless. In the temple, there's a windy sound.

"- Of course. If it's what my knight wants, I'd love to hear it."

Perhaps there was some confusion in how we behaved. I guess you guys don't do this every time, and the voice of such a fialert struck me in the ear.

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- You're late.

Garras-Gargantia raised her eyes from her pocket watch as she chewed her long, pointed dog teeth. In the silence of the temple, only the footsteps of a long needle called this one are trampled and vandalized.

Three groups, the guys Gallus is letting him look for the deepest part of the temple as an advance have not returned.

That was only a slight delay, and a little bit might have gotten lost somewhere, or it could be enough that I met one or two of the traps and was late.

However, it is still odd that all three sets are behind. No matter how many things don't happen, I always say go back. That's how the guys named Cathedral Knights are faithful to their orders, apart from what they think in their bellies. I'm raised as such a creature.

That they don't come back means it's jammed. That means there's still an anomaly going on. Gallus' dog tooth just rang once.

"Head of the Gallus Inheritance Corps. Do you want to go back?"

The man I had entrusted to the deputy chief says in a voice that sounds low. He also must have noticed the slow return of the advance party guys. He was a dull colored eyed man, but someone who often looked at things.

Shortly after a moment, Garrus shook his neck to the side.

"No, proceed. Find the shipwreck, do what the singing princess wants. Everything's in front of you. If you have a pale face, you can leave it."

But no more advance party. When Garrus said so, the deputy director nodded without much disagreement and pulled the words into the back of his throat.

Garrus snorts gently. I think he's daring to say the opposite of what he thinks, rather than a prudent man. He's a disciplined man everywhere.

It was his cliché that if all those who hold the chief positions had the same idea, it would be close to the doom of the regiment.

But as I just said, we can no longer turn our heels back in this place.

The revelations and dots pointed out by the singing princess Arueno refer to the depths of the temple. I turned back because there were those who never arrived and did not return on time, so I worked less than a scripture pigeon.

Therefore, there is no other option for the Cathedral Knights than to move forward. If the predecessors were on a trap or something, to save them, they couldn't have left.

That's what I thought, and Garrus opened his mouth. It was such a moment.

- In front of me, the deputy disappeared. Without even letting the tail of the shadow tread.

It was not abruptly traumatized and fell down, nor did it have the smell of being spilled the venom of fantasy.

Even if I'm properly encircled in witchcraft, it's too light. The armor wrapped around a cathedral knight is not soft enough to be easily unconscious with one sorcery. So, what's left?

Within the brain marrow of Gallus, one choice after another scratches out in an instant. At the edge of his sight, he saw several knights scratching away, not just his deputy. Drive your hips reflexively and ring your ankles.

The fierce skull did not wait to draw one conclusion, but waved its crimson spear. The universe breaks apart and I hear holes in the space. Everything was in the blink of an eye.

- Ga, wink.

Iron and iron join together and use each other as an instrument as they bite each other.

Sparks jumped through the thin darkness of the temple, dazzling the space. That's a few degrees. Three-time, four-time and sword trident sounds overlap during a single act that can't even breathe.

A loud noise rang as if we wished for each other stronger and sharper, and the sixth time it sounded, the spark and the sound finally stopped.

By then, no one was visible around Gallus anymore. The knights under his command, and the girl he called the Virgin that way.

On the contrary, the surroundings become utter darkness, where only one silver can be seen. Still, there's no big, tired wind, says Garrus.

"It's not like illusion, even if it's an elf spell, it's odd. Oh, my God, did you even imitate this? - Knight Karia-Birdnick."

Easily enough, Garrus said. But neither those eyes, nor the crimson spear thrust out like that, deserve one thing for the spouted word. All the signs emanating from Gallus's entire body are indicative of fierce war.

Silver rocks and speaks of its light yarn-like hair.

"Pull it out. I told you I'm no longer a knight."

And the eyes of Karia, who said so, shall be opened like lions, and the silver of the sword of love shall be torn straight through the darkness. Unlike Garras, there is a lot of war coming out of the verses of words.

Two fierce wills bite each other, winding up that space. I couldn't stand the pressure, and I was going to hear even a scratch from the universe.

Kalia took a step forward.

"Let Me Choose, Cathedral Knight Garras-Gargantia"

Kalia's lips rippled and she said it was nothing like that.

"- War death of honor and hanging after exposure. Which is better for you."