A Wish to Grab Happiness

Demon. Enemies of the human species. Embodiment of catastrophe. A man with a demonic name.

They were once told that, they trampled on humans and crushed numerous cultural civilizations. The very threat that snapped the spears of numerous heroic heroes and decimated their hearts.

That walking disaster has once again begun a wide walk into this earth, Anne says. That is the beginning of some sort of end.

Nature and a scene in the city of Philos clearly emerge behind the lid. It's not like magic or spells. It's that look that wraps the heat around your hands and feet and eats away your body easily.

There are a few of them. And to each country. I can imagine just thinking lightly about it on my head and how much of a suck it causes.

It's just stirring people's hearts, making people comforters, making people tools. The devil is the devil.

Even before, they often took the position of leading the Warcraft. There must have been some who acted alone, but there is no doubt that they are the superior species of the Warcraft. Then it is not strange that both warcraft have begun to move to be willing.

"A demon - I don't know how much of a threat that is. What we need will be one point of what we do. Do you just sit still? Or tie hands with the Garrist kingdom."

Or step into the territory as a good opportunity, adds Kalia. Silver eyes were seen wide open.

Usually she doesn't try to pinch her mouth so much about the situation where the crest religion is involved, but she may have heard the name of the Patron Officer and had something on her mind. A little bit, the words uttered contained solidity.

Virgin Mattia responded by choosing words while doing her gaze at the face of the crest.

"- There can be no static observation. If you hit anything, the crest will only die slowly."

I could see Mattia's sliced eyes tightening slightly at the same time as the words.

It is unusual for her to utter words so carefully. Perhaps he was conscious of his ears inside the crest.

The word spoken by the Virgin becomes the will of the crest religion as it is. If something rebels against its will, the organization naturally cracks. The tissue immediately starts to spit out dysfunction.

It is no longer difficult to maintain the forces at that point if the current crest religion is largely internal in conflict and so on.

It might be better to say that creed itself, in fact, exists in what is a dangerous equilibrium.

The organization of creed relies undoubtedly first and foremost on the charisma of the Virgin Mattia. The organizational structure is still far from perfect, and the corps chain of command placed in each city would not have been maintained.

Originally, an organization has the structure of a lower authority under the highest authority, and a lower authority under the lower authority. The crest religion is different.

There is still a lot of power, instructional lineage dotted in or around the Virgin Mattia. Organizations are not following the rapid expansion of forces.

Mattia should have put that maintenance first at Galuamaria, but still, it wouldn't be complete.

That's why once you crack it, that's it. A force called Seal Teaching, which has only a fragile chain of command, does not have the strength to counteract the state of partition of will. In case that happens, the forces return to just a crowd of people.

That's what Mattia cares about when she chooses words more than ever.

"With regard to the negotiations, we have sent several envoys to the secular nobility of the Kingdom of Garrist - just"

Make sure you get the word from Mattia, and Anne goes on. The expression stained my emotions, something bitter was clearly emerging.

At least, everyone on the spot, including me, would have guessed that unsolicited information would be spit out now.

Give me a break. This guy already feels like he's been on the table with all his moldy bread.

"It also contains stories that the Kingdom of Garrist has entrusted the Catholic Church with dealing with the Fortress Giant Beast Zebrellis and the Warcraft Disaster. Credibility is being confirmed, but if it's true, it's difficult to negotiate with the Kingdom of Garrist."

I can't help it more and more. Several of the faces were seen breathing quietly out of the bottom of their lungs to exhale something heavy.

Zebreliris. It was once named the Great Demon by the Archdeacon. The giant beast that governs the Demon Man and just randomly devours everything was once an indisputable symbol of catastrophe.

Just asking for that name makes me feel like I've been swallowed of iron directly. It taught me how powerless a human being is on such a scale that it would be ridiculous.

Speaking of which, even before, the Great Demon, that's how the Catholic Church became a rival organization against the Demons. Did Arueno previously tell you that he acts as a flag bearer for mankind, as an institution that brings together nations that have collapsed?

Perhaps the journey of salvation - a pilgrimage to produce the Virgin - was one of the means to do so.

It reminded me of it and bit my back teeth, unknowingly. The distorted sound of rubbing your teeth together echoes the back of your ears.

No, the more I know about the situation, the better it all is. It's not easy to understand. That's what God always decides when he moves on his own.

He actually writes a script that scratches people's nerves into pranks.

Open your lips as you pulse your heart. My fingertips were grabbing the cigarette.

"I can't stand still. It makes no sense to send a messenger to Garrist. Then we've got a plan."

For the first time in a long time, I felt I had uttered words on these occasions. Honestly, opening my mouth from myself may be enough to count.

Anyway, I don't have the wisdom to be like Mattia or Anne, nor do I have the knowledge to be like Karia or Fialert or Eldis. Besides, I didn't care what I said, because I didn't think anything would change.

But if you say that too, give up itself. The inferior thoughts of denying oneself are just entangling the cerebral cord.

Bullshit. How stupid of me to do it myself. It was connected with fever.

You must hold the will and refine it with your own hands. People don't call what's just beside them will.

In that way the will only makes sense if it comes up in words and deeds.

"But pointing a spear at the person who sent the messenger is. Nothing more than giving up negotiations after that. Is that good, Rugis?"

Tilting his eyeballs, Erdis told him to smile somewhere. I don't know why, but the deafening voices are one thing higher than usual.

What Eldis said is clear. If the Garrist kingdom has set up a messenger, but this one answered with a soldier. They no longer stop talking with words. With sheer force, he begins to recreate the times when man was the most savage.

That is not the end until it is time for one of us to kneel before the enemy and take a vow of surrender.

The crest teachings have no power but to continue to play the battle from the front with no Garrist kingdom. If you waved your spear and bow with all your strength, it's definitely on this side of the defeat.

Therefore, I should have been exploring how Mattia and Anne and I could say it in our mouths, but none of them could create room for negotiation somewhere. To this end, he also had connections with the vulgarist nobility, a garrison non-warrior.

Now attacking the Garrist kingdom means breaking and discarding that option with your own hands. In future, it equals a declaration that words will not be exchanged until the very last moments of each other.

Eldis says where he is. I wonder if you have an idea. For some reason, there is even an atmosphere that is aimed at clearing the gap in this direction. I guess she has an idea, being her.

Shoulder over shoulder, says.

"- I didn't say anything about attacking the Garrist kingdom. The point is, I guess it would be nice to have a cause that also recognizes God. Good, then. Let's call it justice once in a while."