A Wish to Grab Happiness

He said to the flutter as he protruded the twisting winding angle. Big eyes look interesting on this side.

"I've often said I prefer heroic colors. Ouffle didn't make it that far."

While his hands and body are restrained and contained in a magic costume, Doha Sura gives a thin grin. The appearance of a child was distorted.

Doha Sura. He was a warcraft attached to the burial prison Bella and one of the things Paloma-Bashar offered for his life. No, it's a warcraft, so maybe that's what we should call it.

I unwittingly lowered my tongue to his light mouth and then opened my mouth.

"I'm not so sure I like it. Let's just say I'm different from Ouffle. I don't know what it looks like."

I could see Karia raising and lowering her silver hair as she tilted her expression beside her. The fact that a foreign object called the Warcraft is entering the room will distract your chest.

Its straight lips open small.

"Rugis, I think it's only futile to negotiate with a warcraft opponent."

Wave gently at Kalia to respond. The tone was strong, but you must be worried about me. Some warcraft fall on their opponents simply by exchanging words.

Of course, talking to me and the Warcraft face to face is not true. I felt like my finger skin was sticking up because of the tension.

Still, if there's anything I have to ask, here's what I'm going to do. Six eyes, mouth open with that gaze behind your back.

"- You must be Altius, and Ouffle and Old Known. I'd like to hear it. What are they trying to do and what are they trying to do in God's name?"

For a moment, I felt the indoor air straining a little. My spit slowly strokes down my throat. The demonic eye of Doha Sura narrowed, and it was found that the breathing of Fialert and Eldis and others was disturbed for a moment.

Slap lightly on the wooden desk with your fingers and look at the demonic eye of Doha Sura from the front. In my eyes, which seemed to have a long way to go, I swayed.

"... I don't know why. It doesn't make any difference where you find out."

Like eating the word, say.

"Even if it makes sense. He told me to pray. Unfortunately, I don't feel that way anymore. Stuck - hostile again somewhere, I'm sure."

Only then does it make sense to know its sincerity. Understanding the character always makes sense. Enemy is something you should know more about than your allies.

And by the way, the Artius guy has Arueno's body in his hand. I don't know what means to use or for what purpose.

Whatever it was, it's already a clear enemy. Always, hold your breath.

If I could, I wouldn't want to use hard means just to listen, but I'll tell Doha that. I don't know how far it will go to interrogate a Warcraft opponent as a hostage.

Still, it's quite a hassle to pull words out of someone with their lips tightly closed. It hurts my conscience. If possible, I want you to speak voluntarily. Yes, I told him to tell the story.

He seemed a little ridiculous, waving his lips gently. That's how I close my lips once. He seemed to be touring how and how far he should talk.

"... it would be good if not to a degree of betrayal. I can't betray Altius. Because it is."

I can't betray it. I don't know if it depends on the spellbinding action or on his beliefs. Nod small, open your hands and encourage them to continue.

Either way, Artius is a god. You should think that even shards would be enough if you could get information.

"The Divine Spirit Altius - No, was his name Altia when he was human? You seem to be mistaken, but she's never been evil."

Although he behaved badly in the Great Temple of Flimsrat, Fialert groaned abominably. Doha Sura smiles easily against words that have even been stripped of its hostility.

Anyway, he's terribly nostalgic for a warcraft, or he shows a bare gesture that suits his appearance.

"It's been a long time since I've had mercy on the hostile. But once upon a time, she, Altia, was just a hero to humans. The great human species who stood up for the dignity of the people who starved, deprived them of everything, and fought for their salvation and happiness."

With those words, her story began, told by Doha Sura.

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An era once called the Divine Age. It was a time when the Spirit was in heaven, a dragon ruled the hollow, and a giant ruled the earth.

The race of man was not yet the champion of the continent, but the slave race for the great, and only the ruler. It is only a dream story, such as running around the earth as freely as it is now.

Therefore there was no dignity in man, no will was allowed, and he died as easily as dust. The words freedom, happiness, etc. were fantasies, and there was not even a word to point to them.

Yes, livestock, so to speak. It was the slightest civilization that existed, but the only human beings in question were those who were liked, sometimes killed and sometimes devoured by the ruling races.

In such a cruel and extreme time, she was born.

His name is Altia. I don't even know Doha Sura for that detailed visit. I only heard that he was originally an abandoner.

There's only one thing she asked for like that. I remembered saying it like a cliché.

- Dignity to the weak. Bless the hungry people. If you wish, the word "etc." is not acceptable. For there is no God in this world, and all that is there is is is only to rule and govern us.

She behaved exactly like a hero herself when she said that. I might have called it a myth in a way.

He succumbed to the great giant Flimslat and abolished the species itself, the giant.

He took the wings of the evil dragon Vrilligant and forcibly took its heart away.

Zebrellis, the Spirit God, was zeroed from heaven to earth, and he also assembled the foundations of witchcraft, which was nothing more than a natural concept. Being nothing more than a human being, he bled at times, crushed his bones, and wounded many times, but still Altia did not stop.

The glorious trajectory she gave birth to is undoubtedly that of mythology. Altia waves her sword for the sake of mankind and clears the way with sorcery.

If that's what you call a hero when you come forward and make something greater than anyone else, she was a hero.

How did she come to acquire so much power as just a human being? I don't know where it is.

There are stories that she was in fact a mixed race with some kind of race, and that a race called man was the result of a mutation.

yet another nagging bullshit, but some bards said that her activity was an amalgamation of multiple human bravery into one human being.

But as far as Doha Sura knew, she did have several companions in Altia, but she was still the only one who was great.

Her greatest purpose is to save and make all the people happy. That man is united and that it will last forever. She believed from the depths of her heart that such a dream story would tell.

I don't know if it's for that purpose, but Altia created one empire after smashing and crushing all the myths.

It bound every kingdom and presided over a species called mankind. A united empire bearing her name.

Doha Sura is convinced. That's definitely the time when man was the greatest. times when everyone owned so much honor and prosperity that they couldn't hold it in both hands. times when everyone was happy.

But the glory will all disappear. The empire of unity ended with the death of those who struck it.

The death of the great hero Altia. It wasn't natural death, it was murder by others.

- The name of the bad guy is Ouffle. The only one Altia trusted and loved the most.