A Wish to Grab Happiness

The death of the great hero Altia. The bad guy is the only one she ever loved, Ouffle.

Doha Sura still doesn't understand why Oufr killed Altia.

He was one of those who traveled with him for many years and had won Altia's trust. Never Ouffle, and I don't have a bareback for hating Altier. I should have trusted you more than anyone else. We should have shared our ideals and sworn so whether we were together or not.

Doha Sura was with us as an ally because they were like that too. Warcraft, but with respect for their temperament. I thought it was worth it.

Why did the man become a traitor and bear the stigma of a traitor? I can't even imagine a shard. I remember at the time, I even felt it was the most unlikely thing.

That wasn't just about Doha Sura. The allies of Altia who survived at the time, none of whom understood the intent of Ouhul's murder.

But no one could ask Ouffle. Because he himself had lost his life after he killed Altia. What happened and what happened. Where did the buttons hang wrong and everything get ruined? No one can tell.

Maybe Altia just told Ouffle something. Maybe that was something enough for Ouffle to kill Altia.

Or - was Ouffle, from start to finish, intended to kill Altia?

Whatever it was, the cause of Altia's death was covered up to the end.

It was natural. You can't even talk about it. The great hero of the founding kingdom was murdered by his beloved. I couldn't possibly have told you that in grandeur.

Therefore, her death was a natural death after a long and arduous battle. I decided that it was a happy end.

It must have been all the prayers and wishes of those who knew the truth. Her end, when she carried more pain than anyone else and pushed forward more scratched than anyone else, wanted her to be happy. Even if it was on the record.

In that way, the times when mankind was the greatest mark the end. With Altia's death, the rock foundations of the Unity Empire began to creep, creating cracks.

Absence of a great hero who was an absolute pillar. That is an intolerable temptation for a king with unsatisfactory ambitions. It was also painful in a time when we still relied on Altia's glory for everything.

Several of the kings that were bound put up their independence, and people turn their backs on unity themselves. In the Altian era, humans who held hands and praised each other for their laughter began to speak with their swords.

- An emperor other than Altia, is not an emperor.

That's what anyone said from his mouth at the time. Doha Sura understood again at that time a man called the human heart.

They are bound only by the overwhelming strong. And if the mighty be absent, they shall say that they are the mighty.

The empire built by Altia was lost within more than a decade of her death. But it doesn't mean there was nothing left.

Humans became the champions of the continent and gained the freedom to walk the earth on their own feet. I enjoyed a happy time when I could build civilization and culture.

Although it was not a time when all human beings were under a unified banner, according to Altia, and everyone was saved and everyone was happy. Still, Doha Sura came to think that it was better than a time when spirits ruled, dragons gazed, and giants ruled.

Although Doha Sura did not like anyone other than Altia and his companions. Still, I don't want to hate it as much as I once did.

Then, after Altia was lost, he had nothing to do. Days without hateful enemies or believing lords. A terribly vain raw ensued.

So I was going to finish it all in the South, which was my home town, back then.

Doha Sura will never forget the voice she heard at that time.

- Doo. Sounds like I was wrong. Shall we try again? Let's fill everything up and redraw a painting called The World.

Doo. AKA referring to Doha Sura. The only people who call it that at the time are the ones who talk about it so intimately that only one person.

But that voice is not what it once was. Doha Sura still remembers the feeling of being eagled through the heart.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

"- Altia was not doomed. Her soul, which killed all sorts of demons, is no longer demons themselves. He became the Lord of the Great Devil, and he continued to survive."

Doha Sura says, reflecting the distant other side in the demonic eye. The tone was peculiar to him, but was it his fault that the voice color sounded somewhere lonely?

whilst nodding and responding to those words. So. Encouraged to continue. The curly corner tilts gently and his eyes narrow.

"It's no big deal from here on out. Altia's demon soul continued to influence the world."

He converted the primitive religious organization into a Catholic Church and cultivated the unity of men with faith. Perhaps in the stream, in passing through a man's mouth as God, her name has transformed from the great hero Altia to the savior god Altius, the male name.

Altia figured it out, says Doha Sura.

People are not unified by the state. None of them do anything for their barbaric desires and desires, and they don't think about everything. Even if it is suppressed with glory and power, eventually there will always be doom.

Then there can be no more rule. I have no choice but to rule.

I don't make anything happen, I don't make anything think, I just have the ideas I want. Drop your wisdom flat, and you can't do anything like a baby. Learning is dying, books are burned down.

Wherever it is, at last, men know dominion. Unity becomes. There comes a time when everyone is saved and everyone is happy. That's what they wish for.

- Happiness in this hand, if you will.

Yes, Doha Sura talks. delightfully opened my lips.

"That's just it. In it, I was ordered to protect this place. Not until a hero arrives later."

Bite down his words, while sticking a cheek wand. My eyelids were strangely hot.

As he worked out the words, he said that if he opened his mouth to see if it was to protect the ring, he would not be able to answer it with his eyes gently open. Fold your fingers gently.

No, I don't understand.

Several pieces of information are packed into the skull, causing a disturbing reflex. I can't handle what's right and what's not.

Altius - Altius' past. Its purpose is so spectacular that it cannot be broken in a word. Though it is not easy for a person to speak up in a single word in the first place.

But there are too many thorns to swallow. Regardless, not all of Doha Sura is telling the truth, and there is a possibility that there are footprints and missing information. Still.

"- I don't care what you say about unity in faith. It's a terrible distraction. And some of the great saints will hate the exclusion of wisdom."

Fialert managed to find the words. That must be a true argument, a word that should allow Altia's ideas to be slashed and abandoned.

But there was one bad feeling in my skull. Ask yourself how much it is and how bad your imagination is.

But at the same time, it's intuitive. Crawl like you can paralyze your spine, that. That imagination that is too ugly and smelly. Doha Sura says, responding to the question of fialert and my hunch.

"It would be a simple story. You humans will be united if you are in distress at any time. It used to be. Then you just have to do it again."

That is the only thing that can be done before even a calamity that all mankind cannot resist. Everything fits round. When the time comes for everyone to be saved and everyone to be happy, Doha Sura said.

I knew it, but I went up like a trembler.

A dead snow butterfly was visible out the window.