A Wish to Grab Happiness

Fort Sziff, the northernmost tip of the kingdom of Garrist.

I feel that this fortress, which has lost its original Lord, has increased its loneliness unusually. During the cold breeze, all the rough exhaling and spitting sounds of the soldiers were echoing.

upper part of the outer wall. Dore said as he slapped the rock slab behind his foot where the death snow falls. My voice is a little cramped because of the dryness and chills.

"... General. Reinforcements have arrived. About 60,000 combined with the National Army and noble private soldiers. There's also a mix of cavalry and infantry, some sorcerers."

Dole was originally a deputy to Valerie-Brightness, but now that she was absent, she was entrusted with the absence of this fort. Therefore now he supports the Temporary Lord and divides up almost all of this fort. Rather, if compared to a decorative general, it may not be an exaggeration to say that the substantive ruler is her.

The man, who is placed as a decorative general position, said nothing against it. Dore doesn't know if he thinks that's easier, or if he thinks the intrusion is a connecting mission. I know I'm just a little bit of an oligarchy person.

Such a man opened his mouth and said all this time today.

"I wonder if it would be a good idea for me to say that you were unhappy with the soldiers. Or should I encourage you to come often"

He had a weak voice. I don't think he's a general of the Garrist kingdom, though. A choice of words reminiscent of a civilian, if any.

That should be it, too, and according to what Dore looked up, he was a person who was originally looking for a political path.

The way you put your thoughts down doesn't belong to a martial artist, either. He has a good impression of appearance. Dore had no intention of finding out why he was doing it without a general position.

Anyway, it's due to the convenience of the house, and all that background would come up. That's what nobility is all about.

But Dore wasn't trying to stigmatize the weak man standing next to him at this time. No, rather, I'm even floating a mindfulness close to respect.

For one reason. Because in front of me, he hasn't escaped.

Dore glanced at Sole, who seemed to sew between the dead and snow.

- It seemed like a huge tree at first or an endless ruin.

I raise my gaze, I look up further, I look up at the sky enough to finally stare at the apex. So huge architecture.

It can be assumed how many years have elapsed since the mold became entangled and moss became swept away and decayed areas scattered. Is it closer to an elf's dwelling than to a human dwelling?

Whatever it is, it's huge. So much so that we still have to look up, at least from the outer walls of Fort Sziv. That's crawling this way now, little by little.

Yes, they're approaching. It's huge.

At first everyone said it was a mistake, and that's what they said it was like to dream. Next, rumor is that it is illusion or sorcery used by warcraft.

But how often? No one said that anymore. I have to tell you, I found out.

Because of the discomfort I remember on my skin. From a real image in the eye. That's how it comes from the crawling sound in your ear. That's an indisputable reality.

As a matter of fact, that mighty foreign body exists and is crawling this way.

- Fortress giant beast Zebrellis.

That's what was later told, and it once became a symbol of catastrophe. Forests, buildings, beasts, people. A scourge that advances while crushing everything.

The giant beast, which just eats and squanders, is still approaching Fort Sziv without a name. Bring a wide variety of Warcraft around. I'm coming.

Is that something that can be stitched up in a fragile organization where people like the military have just gathered together? Where the spear is pointed, does it end up blown like a dead leaf?

The immensity reminds everyone who sees of such thoughts. Demons, demons. Or something equivalent. That had come to a point where I could see clearly now.

The National Army marched here, plus the noble private soldiers, must be extremely unhappy. Dore is so sure. They no longer have an opponent to fight. There's just a disaster to be prevented with that.

How do people cope with disasters? I just can't stand it. Just wait for everything to pass.

If there were a presence that could counteract a disaster, it would be about the same as the disaster of its own Lord. No, would it piss you off if I told you that much? Dore smiled unknowingly.

Dead snow tangles in Dore's hair and slaps him on the cheek.

"... your body will be cold. Let's go inside, General. You must take command of the National Army."

The man, called General, says with his eyes wide open to Dore's words. This is the time. I even saw a blur somewhere.

"Me, Dore? I'm in command of all the soldiers?

Isn't that natural? There's only one general here. Until now, it was only a skirmish with a group of warcraft, so there was no problem even with captainship. But if he leads the great army, the commander should be a general.

Dore nods with a suppressed white sigh at the man who repeatedly asks. I almost want to mourn whether a man like this would be okay with a general.

If you put it in front of you, it will make you feel unusual to reopen it. Anyway, no one. Anyone but your Lord. Then just don't run away, this man will be better. Respect is good for that.

Maybe he's just a fool. That's just like me. Dore pointed his lips and opened his mouth.

"Shall I set up a surrogate? delegate military rights to those who were primarily, or -"

Yes, it was when Dore was about to say. Try to take the word, and the man returns it.

"-No, it's good. Let's do it. I was terribly bad at it, but I'm still a general. We have to take responsibility, and we need to do our duty as nobles."

Is that what you want to say, that it is the duty of the noble? Dore still couldn't dislike this man enough. I didn't like the good guy.

Respect as a general is dedicated to his Lord. If so, respect for him is respect for man.

Nobles exist everywhere who do not intend to fulfil their duties, although it is usually the right of the noble. No, I would rather say that such a man is noble. They are something that devours only rights and kicks in obligations.

But this man was really rare, trying to do his duty himself.

He deserves a lot of respect in that regard alone. Even if the result is zero loss of life.

"Right, I'd be four days. Even if I'm weak, I'll let you have it for four days. Even if the Warcraft come up the outer walls, I'll fight them with spears. So, Dore."

He - the general narrows his eyes and opens his mouth to Dore as he flips a coat hung on his shoulder. I'm still kind to that face everywhere.

Though Dore has seen various generals and soldiers. It was the first time I had met a general like him. No matter what you think, the battlefield doesn't look good. Such a face.

That's all he's got right now, he's got something in his eyes to hold as a general, he said.

"I'll give you a special mission, I want you to make it. It's for the state."

That's all we talk about, and we force the small, round parchment into Dore's arms. This came to an end when Dore heard his words in earnest.

He returns to the oligarchy of the streets at all times, and that is how he heads to the battlefield.

- Six days after this. Fort Sziv falls due to the presence of the fortress giant beast Zebrelilith.

No mercy whatsoever, no miracle, no one and he died, naturally. Leaving some reserves, the commanders and soldiers in the fort are wiped out. There is no record of them who fought resolutely to protect the people of the country.

Because there are no witnesses as one of them.

From this point on, the catastrophe opens its thick curtain.