A Wish to Grab Happiness

The voice I hear up close seems like a terribly calm one. He had a very unexpected voice for his age. In a way, when it comes to hearing rumors, it is.

"Which is the enemy shadow and which is it? You're very enthusiastic in death and snow."

The man, who was a Berfein mercenary and a deputy of Vestalinu, answers his fingers to the voice. My heart was bouncing dull and my breath was getting rough with nature.

Though there is still a distance, there is a gathering of soldiers right there asking me to count two thousand.

By contrast, 300 is fine. Even though it carries a fortress named Prison, it is very unlikely to be a sufficient number.

The hand pointing to the enemy shadow causes tremors without knowledge. A man and a mercenary. The battlefield has been experienced many times, and death has plundered just off the tip of the chest. There have been many times when a warrior friend who had been bickering earlier died beside him.

But this was a different kind of fear from them.

The fear of an overwhelming number of enemies approaching with weapons to kill themselves. The battle where death twists and strangles with the sound of hooves.

Gradually from the heel, the man did feel them emerge.

This is not the kind of battlefield where there should be mercenaries. Mercenaries are always given to the advantageous or the rich. Though the occupation of earning gold coins with more or less lives as collateral, not so many people jumped into the dead themselves.

That's why the man's heart is fighting like never before. I accidentally wanted to ask who brought this dead place in.

No, I know. We don't have to ask. We all understand.

In front of you, this human being. Heroes of the crest have brought themselves to the dead. That makes me want to drool one of my stupidity. So the man said to sigh.

"I have two pieces of bad information"

Rugis, a crest hero, leaves his military uniform woven, flaunting his shoulders and urging him to continue. Beside him was the mercenaries' chief Vestalinu-Guerla, who followed him.

"Prisoners, but no one and he will be exhausted. You can walk, but you can't count as a soldier."

It was true that the man spoke. The prisoners have not been fed a variety of meals, not even by humans who have not been tortured. Not very much, but I didn't think I could fight with a weapon.

If you're going to put it on the battlefield, all you can do is be a wall of meat and stop the enemy from walking. It doesn't help things. It would take a reasonable amount of time to let them get away with it.

Rugis responds with his teeth rattling at the man's voice. Haven't you had great expectations from the beginning? I don't see any upset in those swordswallowing eyes.

But what about next? The man opened his mouth feeling something heavy in his stomach. It was a terrible billion-dollar to put out every word.

"A visual saw their gear and horses. Gear, a flock of blue fabric on the silver rim"

Hearing the man's voice, Rugis immediately made his lips jump. Its eyes clearly contain something brilliant.

"How certain is that story? I'm not paranoid anymore."

Move your eyebrows wide, and the man works out his words. This man understood what Rugis was trying to say. I didn't want to respond lightly because I understood.

bitter and distorted lips.

"The horse had unusually thick legs. Definitely a northern horse. Gimme the silver brim, the blue, the northern horse, it's like we've already decided."

The man didn't say anything beyond that. Because if I put it into words, I felt like that was going to become reality as it was. To say the least, I wanted to see the possibility that it would not.

Because if she is an enemy to her place. The same thing as the indisputable, inescapable death is imminent. The mercenaries often understood that.

Perhaps Vestalinu also associated his name from the edge of the word. The man felt his expression turned into something dangerous.

"… how many days will it take for the requested crest reinforcements to arrive"

Vesterine said to the man. The man desperately chose the word and said so as soon as possible it would take a full two days.

Just running down the street from the front line to jail is enough for one day, but this dead snow. Two days will naturally be necessary.

Besides, only the soldiers that will be needed to occupy the prison were requested by Vestalinu. When you have as many soldiers as you can against thousands of enemy soldiers, you may need more time.

But I dare you, the man didn't try to say that. If I could only grieve, the information I have now was enough.

Even if we don't wait a whole two days, we have enemies where we can clearly see them by now. The man's heart also rang dull.

Unexpectedly, the man gazes at Rugis hatefully.

It's not like a man hates Rugis. I also know that I'm not a bad person, but someone I can talk to.

His actions are heroic everywhere, and he no longer has words against the fall of prison Bella with Princess Iron and Steel. Take off your hats and salute them. That's how you pay homage to a man's hero.

But that's why the man thought. I was wondering if this was a mistake.

At any rate, enemy reinforcements clearly have an incredible trend.

Regardless, if prison Bella succumbed to the hand of the crest, it is natural to wake up a soldier, but that is not something that could have been done yesterday today.

Take the right number of days and the soldier is turned this way. That was supposed to happen. This is obviously too soon.

At least the man understands that Rugis' idea was such an assumption as far as listening in advance.

Because I thought the enemy's movements would take time, I guess I took the approach of letting a few of them fall into jail and send a hindsight.

This is a clear accident. The enemy acted improbably by nature, and that meshed in the worst possible way.

The man shrugged in his heart.

- You sure are a hero. But if it weren't for that hero, our princess would never have fallen into such a predicament.

With that in mind, the man saw the side of Rugis. That's how I open my eyes.

"Silver Margin Horse Blue, Northern Horse - Keeper Valerie, Valerie-Brightness?"

Rugis calls his name in an innocent voice, as if the prank were a successful child. That's how I opened my mouth with the same bare gesture. He dressed his bloodstained military uniform like he usually did.

"- It's a masterpiece. They dug their own graves. Can you stop her twelve times?"

The meaning of the word could not be understood by a man. But the hero in front of me laughed with pleasure as if he were happy with something.

While this is happening, the enemy is taking that step forward. I wonder what this hero thinks when he says that's the same thing as a blade approaching his neck.

The man looked into Rugis' eyes with a purer heart than agitation or suspicion. That would be called curiosity or vision.

Little by little, enemy soldiers step on the snow and bring themselves closer to the prison. At a certain point, it stopped. It was about time the bow arrived from the prison.

Outside the outer walls was a silver-edged flock of blue. People who are originally dealing with warcraft in the north. Whether or not there seems to be a mix of other soldiers, the front line was filled by them.

On defense, the mercenaries who squeezed their bows were breathtaking to everyone. Among the mercenaries, silver-edged flock blue is a symbol that you shouldn't deal with, no matter what.

They gently pull people with a one-handed sword and make them run their horses to breathe. Not to wage war to earn money, but both professional soldiers who wage war because there is a battlefield.

Are they really the same people? Can this bow and arrow really shoot them? That even comes to mind in the hearts of the mercenaries.

From that horde of monsters, one horse pulled out. A relaxed foothold makes you feel even elegant in what you do. He didn't look familiar on the battlefield.

A man crossing a horse, perhaps a commander. She had a breathtaking, sharp face and an eye for a woman.

She utters words with trembling air. Shaking off the dead snow, it was a strong voice.

"Open the gate immediately. Or we will humiliate you now. You will die alone. If you surrender, only life will be saved. Choose now..."

It was the sound of beating from the top. Word choices that are cold and eagle people's throats. Behind those words, she affirms that neither palatability nor any defense is tolerated.

Someone swallowed a spit. So the mercenaries were convinced.

That's Valerie. Must be a woman called Storm's spokesperson. She has what she deserves.

It's impossible for a commander to do something like that, but she would do it. Whatever it is, it doesn't make sense to her.

He was the only one who got the word out while no one even tried to open his mouth.

"- You've got to be kidding me, Keeper. Where's the guy who shows his back on the battlefield where he's decided to win?"

A hero's cheek was connected as he showed his canine teeth.