A Wish to Grab Happiness

Red lotus flames burn the magic armor of the herd blue. Let the fangs rise to the armor as if the flames themselves will, and envelop the inner man without burning him to death.

If it were meant to be, such things wouldn't even be eye-catching to Valerie. The magical armor she wears is said to have been created by the magical ancestors who ruled the eastern border. A magic tool that bears numerous myths about itself. Valerie grabbed him with her own hand, and made him obey.

But the veracity of countless anecdotes wrapping magical armor is unimportant to Valerie.

The important thing is that this armor can't pass most blades or magical magic. Full of magic, it was created in the Divine Age, so I guess the extent is natural.

But how about now? What is this flame that scorches you? The armor, which is supposed to even block the heat, is now undisputed eroded.

There is one name that emerges.

- Battlefield magic. It was said to have been violent in the Sanio match. Great sorcery reminiscent of the Divine Age.

Valerie leaks exhalation from her lips only for a moment, and tightens her lips so hard. It was like one habit. Her angrily crazy chest freezes rapidly, causing her to regain her sanity.

It can't be that easy to have a human being who deals with great sorcery. Besides, we raid this side as if we were aiming at it. Impossible.

But it was also on the battlefield that the impossible could happen. Valerie knows that very well.

You got your hands wrong. Valerie leans her short hair in her magic armor, I think.

But yes, there is no color of regret floating in her core area even as she whines in her chest. Valerie believes that everything she has done is her decision and that it was the right thing to do.

I should have done this later, etc., is a theory of inexplicable consequences. Valerie has never floated something so regrettable about reflection. To that extent, she trusts herself.

It was therefore quick to move on to the next action. The flames that surround you are no longer merely sorcery. But it must only make a difference that it feeds on the magic of the surgeon. Then let's kill the surgeon first. You should.

The operator's place is in a nearby forest. In that bush covered in dead snow. The approximate hit is already on. That, moment, when the herd blue swayed the wrapped flames, trying to strip his fangs with the aim of preying.

- Blackscarlet rips white, and he shakes it off without chewing up his magic armor. As if accompanied by a giant's authority.

In a different direction from witchcraft. Novice, stupid.

Some questions or thoughts that came up in my head. Bouncing them all off, Valerie drives her hips and turns her legs. The kick I'm best at. That flash, which had crushed and killed the skulls of the warcraft, tore the universe like a black scarlet.

One, two, three blows. A dull sound sounds like heavy iron joining together. A series of sword triumphs as if they were a magnificent performance. If the Black Scarlet sword draws a line saying it won't slash its legs, the herd blue legs rip open and intercept.

Valerie sighs unexpectedly. Its sword flashes are everywhere beautiful and so delicate. Even so, the authority and viciousness that overwhelm the enemy live together. Unimaginable strength from a small body that makes silver hair swell.

Definitely. Strong guy. It is also such a male that it does not allow the presence of a shoulder.

Valerie inhales the cold air and causes her to strain her consciousness. I feel my vision is clearer.

That's how she was dismayingly accommodating and tolerated death in her chest.

Be the sorcerer ahead, be the swordsman here, the undisputed mighty one. Though I do not know how many of them follow the old people, or worse still, the great evil. There is no doubt that he is his enemy in this place now.

Distressed, but opportune. So many powerful enemies are lining their necks here and now. It's a coveted opportunity.

If you miss them here, they will undoubtedly be a barrier to your ideals. The covenant I made with Richard. The vow to reclaim the great fatherland. Valerie is convinced that they will come a long way.

That's why I was prepared to die. Those in front of them are naturally the ones who must do so. If you show fright even for a moment, they will always eat your throat out.

They overlaid each other with their swords and legs without breathing, and they took an intermission, not saying from either side, around which they exceeded ten. Both of them understand that there is no such thing.

Valerie gently bent her fingers and held her fist back. The flock of blue wraps around a thin light and eats Valerie's magic. The demon ran through the magic armor as blood circulated.

This is the realm of magic armor. If you can instill enough magic, there is nothing to pierce this, nothing to pierce this. Strongest contradictions and shields. The only unique armor excavated in the East.

Valerie moves her eyebrows, only slightly. He had torn his consciousness to a magician who would be in the back of the woods, but he has no way of casting the same surgical ceremony again. Can't you do it in a row? Or were you concerned about involving a silver-haired swordsman?

But I don't mind if it doesn't work. In the meantime, it all ends. The great sword of black scarlet held by the swordsman in front of him, he made a noise as if it had pulsed. Maybe she's going to set something up too. I mean, the next is the end for each other.

A few seconds went by, and that's how each other breathed together, moments.

- Several arrows tearing through the sky pierce between them. What you hear in your ears at the same time is the sound of a military horse howling.

Garrist kingdom, that's how the soldiers led by Valerie. I guess they could see that the likelihood turned into something disturbing, too, watching a single hit on the far-roll. They're trying so hard to keep their masters safe, everyone's trying so hard to get their horses running.

Did you put that in your sight, or did you decide to do so from the beginning? The silver-haired swordsman waved the great sword of the black scarlet, sticking it straight into the earth.

Originally, there's no way the earth could have said anything but to be swallowed up with a sword. Just the sword eats into the dirt. But only at this time, no.

The earth screams aloud, even hissing, crushing its body and bouncing around the pebble. Soil smoke rose between Valerie and the swordsman.

Valerie was already running. Seek what should be in the depths of that smoke and wield a kick to kill the enemy. That's no longer just a blow, it's to kick even the flesh of a warcraft to death. It's not very human against you.

But should it be taken for granted, or should it be said that there is no luck? No one's shadow existed any longer until Valerie ripped open the earthen smoke.

Soon around Valerie, deputy, my men will follow. Valerie muttered the words in her mouth alone so that they could not hear her.

- Did you miss your chance? I can't face Richard. I said I could only work in battle.

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"- So I wonder why you guys are here. And you need to hide in the woods?

Make me queen of elves, mistress of Gaza. Fin-Erdis told me to whisper in the back of the woods. The voice is slightly stiff and appears to be pushing and killing emotions whenever possible.

No one was turned to that voice. Gazarian generals kneeling and swearing allegiance to Eldis. They're supposed to be tough, but they must have been baffled by Eldis' words as if they were an inquiry. Stuck words in the back of your throat for a moment and let your gaze wander.

Is it because of this, Eldis' maiden, who was originally merely following the army - Valet opens her mouth faster than anyone else?

"Yes, Master Eldis. We consider it as ordered on parchment paper we received, and we have chosen Morinaka. If the elves move in secret, they will be the best hiding place in the woods."

Valet speaks for the general. And the general moaned at it again, and inherited the word.

"I apologize for the delay. Any reprimand. Never again did His Majesty the Queen himself think he was on the battlefield. No, this is just an excuse not to go down either."

That's how all of the generals bow their heads respectfully. But of course Eldis didn't have as many shards as he intended to reprimand them. Even though there were positive movements of Kalia and Fialert, it was thanks to them that they were able to recover Rugis easily buried in the snow. And if you want to move safely ahead, I've never done it with their help.

But. Apart from that, Eldis thinks in his chest.

Why is one of his men leading an army in an unknown place? Says Eldis, slightly holding Rugis' body, which he put to sleep under his knees.

"... Valet. You said on the parchment street. I wonder if I have that now."

Can I see it? That being said, Eldis opens her eyes wide. A little, I had a feeling. Very, very funny feeling. Valet gently tilts her neck, but pulls a rounded parchment out of her waist squire bag without much resistance.

Though it was meant to be held by the general, she must have also managed it because Eldis had entrusted Valet with the management of the letter.

It was a streamlined letter I had never seen more on parchment, as if it contained a request I didn't know.

Wanting to leave the prison Bella under the jurisdiction of the crest religion. reason for this and the necessary information as an addition. Thus, Mattia, the Seal Virgin, the hero Rugis, agrees on the matter, and it is to be found in Eldis' ear.

Eldis raises his fingertips as he battles them.

I see. Even though it is a request in this writing, the order is the same for the elves in Gaza. Eldis blinks her eyelids a few degrees as she stiffens her cheeks.

"When I went to Flimsrat again, I heard that it was seven days, and even if I had a deadline, I wouldn't return, so something happened."

Eldis blames herself for that. Too much time than I thought in one of Flimslat's cases.

Later, it was unconscious, so I have not been able to convey it in spiritual art or explain the circumstances. Such letters were sent to places where there was not supposed to be a national lord in Gaza. It is easy to imagine that considerable confusion has been created between the heavy ministers.

Therefore, we can still not blame the ministers. They did their duty.

Except for the letter.

Eldis doesn't know this letter. I didn't even know what it was about. Eldis already knows who created it that way.

It was a rough letter, Rugis, and so it was signed. Virgin Mattia is also a candidate, but no matter how many allies she has, there is no way to cross the dangerous bridge where she creates such letters. That's too much scratch as a crest religion.

Oh, that's the thing about clogging, Rugis. Erdis rocks his eyeballs as he feels something hovering on his chest.

Eldis slowly stroked Rugis's cheek, which leaked a rough breath under her knees. At the same time, the cheeks are slightly connected.

I don't mind, Rugis. I am more than happy that you relied on Gaza. If you were to instruct me to do so, I'm sure you did. So I don't mind anything else.

- So you owe me and Gaza a lot. I'll never forget today. [M]

Eldis narrows her eyeballs and squeaks in her chest. That's how I treat the parchment in my hand with care.

If it were meant to be, this is a huge loan to the crest religion. But Eldis didn't even think of the shards to wield him against the Virgin Mattia. I can't do that without you.

Because this is something he should use just to tie one person up.