A Wish to Grab Happiness

The darkness scratches out at night, in a snowfield that can be burned in the morning sun. Neymar-Gloria stares at the prison bella, which sits relaxed.

The prison's appearance made him remember something more decadent than solemnity. That's not because this is a building from a generation ago.

Prison Bella was handled by a pioneer of architecture. There is no way his king would show such awkwardness.

Then, is the cause of this happening inside? White exhales, exhales.

Her superior officer, Valerie-Brightness, said with heavy sounds as she lined up her squawks beside Naimar.

"What do you think of that, Deputy Neymar?"

It was a way of listening that omitted words that were necessary and contained objects. I understand that Naimar is a person who is a short relationship but whose own superiors prefer to say that.

No offense, no intention of trying, this is the way it is, this general.

So Naimar opened his mouth after searching in his lips for what was being sought and putting it away for a few moments. Inside the skull revolves around the knowledge of architecture that I once learned. The three knittings of Neymar were blown loosely into the wind.

"- At least something extraordinary seems to be happening. There are no guards where the structure of the building is supposed to be, and there is too much silence when it comes to this many soldiers approaching"

Of course, it is possible that the guards in prison Bella are extremely poorly trained.

When Neymar adds that, Valerie gives her consent in a sophisticated way of moving. As he gently pulls the reins, he returns his horse's head and heads under the soldiers.

Well, after hearing the opinions of this person, I thought that something would act and the instructions would fly. I wonder what silence means. Do you want me to guess? Neymar makes his thoughts run as he warps his eyebrows.

Honestly, looking at these aspects, the Battalion Commander I served before was very easy. Hate, but give me clear instructions and guidance if there is anything more troubling about this. Wouldn't that make you a good teacher?

No, I'm sorry to hear so much sarcasm about the teachers.

Neymar opens his lips and throws words at Valerie's back. Valerie's short hair was only slightly tangled in snow.

"Do you send out a messenger and a scourge? General Brightness."

If you look at the outer walls that prisons have, you see something like a shadow that not only alerts this side. Whatever the situation, I don't know what to say about being deserted. Then you should have minimum information before approaching.

What Neymar said was, in a sense, a stone street word. Information is above all valuable on the battlefield and in politics.

As a local nobleman and a Glorian who has been forced to suffer many times in the political arena, Neymar was well aware of the matter. As such, we have not been able to make effective use of it and the impudence of our home.

Perhaps Naimar nodded to his words without a doubt if he was the former battalion captain. No. Rather, I wouldn't have to take that kind of understanding, so do it, and I would have slapped the haters about that.

That's why Neymar thought. It did not go against the former Battalion Commander. But this general and I have a distinct view.

Valerie said without turning around.

"Not necessary. I agree with you. I'm already falling. Smells like iron and blood."

I didn't say where I was going. Neymar opens his eyes as he pushes and kills those words in his mouth.

Is this trust in oneself, or is it underestimation of information? Or is it a business where you can develop extra experience? From time to time, Naimar knows that there are generals who value these experiences and intuitions.

Apart from the good and bad ones, I don't like Neymar any more. Because people who can't see their thoughts can't really read their intentions. That is intolerable for Neymar, a believer in logic.

Therefore, the next word Valerie uttered struck Neymar's heart harder.

"- Immediately, move on to the Siege Battle. Destroy the enemy and recapture the array. Be ready in half an hour, Deputy Neymar."

I peeled my eyes off. Neymar had his mouth open before the thought tried to read Valerie's intentions.

"Please reconsider, General Brightness. The number of enemies is unknown, and most of us are cavalry, and we are not prepared for siege battles. It is the food that the rear forces carry, but we can say that there is no further advantage."

It was a throaty voice. A sense of crisis and then words full of agony.

Perhaps if it were meant to be, you shouldn't argue with the general so much as a deputy. Experience and wisdom will make Valerie go a few steps up compared to Neymar. I understand the extent to which Neymar is more than the original.

But still, I had to open my mouth. Whatever you think, Valerie's words are against reason. I very much don't think battlefield justice is in her words.

It is true that prison Bella is a relay ground with the front line. Recapture is necessary if the enemy has attacked them. But still, there is something called preparation. Above all, prison bella is a structure that is difficult to attack and easy to protect.

Neymar was afraid. I was wondering if this general would really make a penetration in such a place.

As proof of that, the cavalry who was supposed to have listened to Valerie, or the person following her, does not pinch her words as one.

Valerie listened to Neimar and didn't look uncomfortable about the unexpected. On the contrary, after shaking his eyes for a moment, he loosened his cheek muscles. The gaze is as if you see it even in a nostalgic way.

"You look like Richard. I can understand that old man pushed you as my deputy."

Shall I fulfill it and receive it as a compliment? Or is it an affront?

For a moment, that thought was in Neymar's head. To see the look on Valerie's face, I think it's probably the former. I still have feelings in Naimar that I honestly can't be happy to be told they still look like that battalion commander.

"Richard is a few steps smarter and smarter than me. That's true. Perhaps he will say something close to you. I'm the only woman who can fight."

For Neymar, Valerie's words were shocking.

A man named Valerie-Brightness is spoiled low in the army for a reason, but his valiant name is enough to blast on other countries. He is the undisputed master of the Garrist kingdom.

It was hard for Neymar to believe that she could easily admit that she was inferior to someone else, albeit slightly. No, I don't think so. Is it really like having an individual?

Valerie opened her lips small.

"But, Deputy Neymar. When it comes to fighting, there is nothing beyond me in this world. To that extent, I believe in me. Look, Deputy Neymar."

Pointing over the outer wall, Valerie overlaps words. Her mouth, which should have been much more oligarchic, was so rapped that it seemed odd.

It's like being hit by some kind of heat. No, you're not. Valerie wasn't hit by anything. She is a source of heat herself.

The soldiers around her had roughened the breath as if to respond to her words.

"A few people are on the lookout, but none of them have been able to hide their wolves. At least not a soldier accustomed to defense, and not a division with enough command."

Neymar found his throat swallowed a great deal of spit. It was as if heat had entered through his ears and there were signs of staining all over his body.

Neymar understands this. How can Valerie get Yingjie or something?

"Besides, if the enemy approaches this point, the commander must behave accordingly. They're neglecting it."

Powerful enough to swallow others. An enormous amount of heat that boils the surrounding heart. What attracts soldiers more than anything else is Valerie's overwhelming genius.

Valerie said in an unparalleled, pleasant voice. Her lips are rippling as if to represent her in the chest.

"- I'm sure of it, Deputy Neymar. Whoever attacked the prison bella is a battle connoisseur and an amateur on the battlefield. Let's go, now we weigh faster than information. Don't even allow your enemies to think temporarily. Beat it."

The magic armor that Valerie possessed resonated with her husband's words.