A Wish to Grab Happiness

There was a feeling that the flesh of the whole body, the bone called bone, had become stiff and threaded.

Is it because of the cold of death and snow? My joints don't bend well and my body doesn't get up. She opened her eyelids with her breath only hot.

Now, what's going on?

I saw it with these eyes until the heat of the fialert burned Valerie. But the memories from it are harsh. What happened after that? Who died and who survived?

Blurred vision slowly regains focus, reflecting the sight in front of him. That was the first time I realized I was lying on my back in the woods.

Ahead of sight, where it is. I saw silver hair. Similarly, black and bismuth. Oh, well, do you have them?

- I closed my eyelids.

Wherever possible, disguise yourself as a wind sleeping in swallowing without absurd exhalation. I prayed that the whites wouldn't blow up.

I know. Not in that case. We should try to get an immediate picture of the situation.

But the human instinct is great. Now he's telling me that if I open my eyes here, something bad will always happen.

At least, wouldn't one or two of my necks be broken? I even had that thought.

On the other hand. If there are these three, though I don't know what the situation is. Sometimes it all rolls over to the worse. That's what they are. I have that much credit.

Keep your eyes meditating and ask what's going on around you. Something soft stroked my throat. I can hear you talking about something, Bozo Bozo.

What the hell is this? Fingers, something.

"- Shallow throat breathing. You're awake. Right, you got a good gut in front of me, huh?

It was a crisp Kalia voice, often heard. Right, right. She can imitate things like this.

My heart rings hard. I was feeling gaze all over my body. It's not just Kalia's either, it's multiple. A wave of hot gaze. Something cold crawls up my spine.

Ringing throat. I lifted my hands clean with my eyes closed. From the surroundings, a voice leaked like a grand sigh. My joints are stirring and making noises.

"What are you already doing? I don't blame you in a place like this. Do you have any idea what you're doing here?

When I nodded my eyes open, Fialert said so wrapping her glossy dark hair around her. Though the expression is tight, somewhere its lips are tender. Even the words spoken don't have the same color as you blame them for.

But when I look at those round, rolled eyes, my cheeks unwittingly stir.

Fialert's eyes are one thing against his expression, and he's not laughing. I could see him having an intolerable emotion in his chest. The same goes for Kalia.

"... right, right here. It's important because there's a place to be."

With his blue eyes narrowed, Eldis looks out of the woods and says:

Some distance apart, but I could see enemy cavalry deploying in the open area. He seems more alert to ambushes and crossfire from his enemies than to strike down somewhere at the moment.

I turn my gaze around while Eldis supports me in my body, and finally my understanding of the situation progresses.

The Gaza reinforcements, who had sent a request in a letter, were stuck in time. Therefore, both Garrist soldiers have retreated once to investigate whether there are any other ambushes, and the point is to consolidate the scaffolding.

Yes, scaffolding. To kill us. To bring down the prison Bella.

Reinforcements have improved the situation, but the scene has not changed. The Garrist soldier is still in control of this place, and that's how Valerie holds it. There was no change in this situation.

"Do you have any thoughts on my knight? You're not gonna tell me how to storm the enemy like that, are you?

Eldis strokes my cheek and says, holding my upper body back. It's something that allows people to do whatever they want because they can't move their bodies.

I opened my mouth and exposed my dry throat to the cold wind. Slightly wake up the body. That was the only odd fatigue that struck my whole body.

"- Yes, of course. I've already hit my hand. We'll just wait for the results later."

You have a lot of confidence, and Fialert takes the word for it. It wasn't anything suspicious about my words, but it sounded like some unexpected voice.

No way, Fialert. You, I really dared to storm the prison bella with just a thought, so I guess you didn't think.

No, there's something I can't deny when I think about what I've been doing. At least not this time.

By nature, there is no point in pushing Valerie alone here, not to mention how many heroes. Garrist is a great country, albeit decayed. It's not soft enough to wither off just because you rocked some branch leaves.

So we need a big fire to weaken it. There's a big fire that's going to make it go to the ground. As such, the only thing that could stop it was a storm called Valerie.

"They missed an opportunity. You could have dropped the prison bella or killed me, but you couldn't have done either."

Then it's a mistake. Opportunities and predicaments are all on the back. If you miss one side, the other shows its face. Once upon a time, I was looked at painfully many times in my time as an adventurer. Anyway, I didn't have enough luck or strength to hold the opportunity in my hand.

But not this time. Even if you get muddy, or drown in humiliation, I'll snag your fingertips.

In his lungs, he was unusually lively. He was narrowing his silver eyes as Karia looked at my side. What, is there something you want to say as well?

"- What, I just thought it seemed like the most fun when you were being naughty. If you're okay with me, that's fine."

Whatever it is, it says something that makes sense to me. They say things are worse than anyone else's. Well, I'm sorry they said that, but I don't.

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While creating a simple position on the plain, Valerie turns her magic to magic armor. Slightly repaired its outer surface as the herd blue showed pale luminescence.

It must be the result of leaving the realm of the surgeon. The flame itself, which depended on battlefield magic, quenched the fire. But not everything was prevented until internal erosion. I had to build up a little bit of magic and restore it to self-repair.

But that's not why I'm taking the time to create the positions. Valerie can repair herself even in the middle of battle if necessary. Now I'm just waiting for information. The restoration of magic armor is only at last.

That's what I'm waiting for.

Neymar, his deputy, approaches Valerie with some papyrus in his hand. He raised his face and glanced at him, nodding to encourage the words.

"It will be your report. An elf and a group of soldiers were identified in the back of the forest. Many on a thousand or so scales. No elf settlements have existed in the past around this area. Perhaps a march from the aerial garden Gaza. You don't see aggressive engagement."

It was a serious and then basically faithful report. Valerie nods satisfactorily and opens her eyes. I had no intention of pursuing anything more from Naimar.

Valerie was in a short relationship, but understood Neimar's honest character. Valerie likes those parts.

Perhaps she has only extracted some of the information that she has just conveyed that has been cut off as accurate from the scratch collected. Naymar has the talent to do it quickly.

Therefore the information is cut off as true, says Valerie.

"Conduct a siege on prison Bella. You know what that means, Deputy Neymar."

For a moment Neymar made his eyelashes jump like he was taken aback, but then he solidified his expression and nodded loudly.

"You're dragging a legion of elves out of the woods."

Valerie nods and puts the magic armor on her shoulder that is finished restoring. The armor was as willful, but teased her body.

A group of elves is only one threat if they lurk in the woods. Shadows become traps, bows and arrows eat horseback riding.

But when it comes to meeting on the horizon, you can't even stand alongside the general you lead. That's why it's still prison bella you should get your hands on. If so, I can handle it any way I want.

It would be nice if the elves came out of the woods during the siege of prison Bella. Then I will turn my heels back and fight them. If you don't come out, it's good too, and prison Bella falls by her hand. Easier than twisting a baby's hand, such as a siege on an opponent who has lost a commander.

"The sorcerer and the silver-haired swordsman I deal with. The others made a declaration not to lay a hand on it. The Great Evil - I can't move anymore"

What now floats in Valerie's skull are the mighty men present. The General is loaded with boulders when they come out. I needed to snap his neck. As for the big bad Rugis, he probably won't be on the battlefield, that big injury.

Two, Valerie saw Neymar react to the word at the edge of her sight. He made his spine stand and even seemed slightly nervous.

"What, you know me?"

To Valerie's inquiry, Neymar rounds her eyes as if surprised. That's how I said it tilting three knits.

"... perhaps. At the Sanio match, I'm telling him about the resemblance. Besides, the Great Evil has given me a bitter taste of defeat."

The look that Neymar brought to mind while saying so was more of a face with some sentiment than bitter. Can I say enthusiasm, or willingness?

After all, she prefers these honest and honest aspects. Valerie even smiled, trying to say the words.

Moments, there's a rushing sound. Footsteps. That's a strange thing to worry about, too.

Commander. He jumped to Valerie's side with his breath out. It is well understood that the voice would have collapsed and caused the horse to run for a few days from its exhausted appearance.

The figure of the conductor is not that of a silver fringe flock blue general led by Valerie.

- He was the commander of Wang Du.