A Wish to Grab Happiness

Sandstone country. Elizaldo, a Southern nation.

The situation with the Garrist kingdom adjacent to the border and Elizaldo still sucks, albeit with calm.

With one cut, it's not strange to peel your fangs out and engage whenever you want. Now I'm just saying that the situation in both countries won't allow it. For a long time, the two countries have continued such relations.

Even in the days of death and snow, that didn't make any difference.

Descriptions that the two countries cooperated on the grounds of the Warcraft disaster do not come out easily when they tie up history books.

Between them exists an indisputable build-up of hatred and outrage. There's just something that can be described as far away as snow melting. Inter-State sentiment is so powerful.

On the other hand, I also understood that even though both countries hated each other more or less, the other country would not be so easily lost.

National strength, force, wealth. Both nations are out of groups within the continent.

If the two countries were to engage, even the winners of the victory would undoubtedly suffer a great defect. Abominable, but there was just one thing we had to admit to each other as a threat.

Such a relationship has been going on for over a hundred years.

That's why the whole story went into my ear with less shock.

"- The capital of the king of the kingdom of Garrist has fallen? How believable is that information?"

Light black skin burned in the day. The woman, wearing a heavy black leg characteristic of Elizaldo, asked back tilting her short, wrapped hair.

Of the several fighters in Elizaldo, only high-ranking fighters can wear the outfits and distinctive colors she wears. The elegance of standing and behaving also testifies to its status.

The rapporteur returns his words to her, kneeling as he has shown respect.

"I put out a tripartite, but all three have the same information. At the very least, I wonder if there is any doubt that King Garrist Capital has been devastated by the Warcraft disaster. What can I do for you, Master Tersalat?"

Bite the words once, Elizardo's high-ranking fighter Tersarat-Rwana nods as he rests his hand on his chin.

Not yet, I swallowed all that information. However, he was forced to include it in his mouth and narrowed his eyes.

King Garrist's capital falls. It's hard to believe, but let's cut it off from the facts. Then what happened? What would happen would make that golden castle iron wall collapse away.

Who dropped the arrow that we couldn't drop all these years?

I had one thing in mind. Tersarat tilts his shoulder and turns his thoughts.

"- I don't want to think too much about it. Demon. Let's decide that an individual called that has also appeared in Garrist."

A different alien from both the Warcraft and the Demon Clan. Threats to do something unintelligible. I don't know if they named it, or if someone started calling it. But that's what the foreign body was told from the Divine Age.

Even in the Southern nation of Elizaldo, the foreign body leaves a footprint. Information is new to the ear that one of the seven major cities that make up Elizaldo has just been half-destructed by one individual's demonic form.

Anything, I heard that every beating of a fighter didn't make sense to that individual. What is a demon and how was he born? I don't know that. But it is clear that it is a threat to the human species.

Besides, if you have enough power to shatter the King's capital of Garrist. Tersarat rang his throat unknowingly. Wrinkles between eyebrows. And so I said unto him that was still Fu.

"Thank you. Immediately, let's give the city governor - Torah - a report. If necessary, I will go to Garrist myself as a messenger."

Tersarat felt behind his gut signs of heavy iron entering. It's like a mixture of crisis and agitation.

To be honest, if the King's Capital of Garrist has just fallen, it's not surprising to have the thought of a drinking-out as an Elizaldo human being. If an abominable opponent suffered a fatal wound, it would have been something to admire.

However, as far as Tersalat was concerned, I really didn't feel that way right now.

That's partly due to the fact that once a grateful person was a garrison person, or one thing. There's nothing I can do about it. The chills are crawling down my spine.

It's not that I have a basis. Just one thought.

- Maybe this is not a transitory disaster. Isn't it an invasion of human space by a warcraft?

There was, like, a chill that just passed for a moment.

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Gently stroke your cheeks. Until then, Mattia noticed that her fingertips were getting incredibly cold.

At first glance, the inscribed letters on the parchment at hand are distorted. The ink was gently retrieved from the top and the correction was made.

That's how I tried to keep writing, and my consciousness flew for another moment.

Leaks nature and sigh. There was cold air running down my throat.

No. I don't feel like I can do my affairs seriously. Mattia narrowed her eyes when she said she took the pen because she couldn't get her thoughts together, but this might not make sense.

Throw the water you left on the desk through your throat. Still, the emotions float as if they were feathers.

It is the fall of Archet, the capital of King Garrist, that swirls in waves through his skull.

The impact is too great.

The threat of the demon and warcraft disaster that made it happen is enough to allow passivity theory to be brought up within the crest. Especially since there has not yet been a great deal of damage in crest teaching, I guess there is a great deal of feeling that we should not be forced to get involved.

I even have the opinion that we should abandon the city of Philos, which once is at the forefront. No one and he let the words move, as if they were even playing.

Virgin Matthia has the right and duty to govern those words and to make judgments. It would be possible, so to speak, to crush all passivity.

But that is a decisive separation from the elders within the crest. Even if not represented in the future, there will be two forces within the crest.

The sober part of Mattia's skull denies that it should not form. While we are still unstable, it is only a foolishness that forces should be cut off.

But the other part - something that I can't even say is rational with my intentions, I'm saying. This is a good opportunity.

Now the interior of the Garrist kingdom is synonymous with collapsed away. The blooming flowers of glory are finally dying and the fruits are about to rot.

Now, even if everything doesn't go as well as Rugis tells it. You can cut off the solid ground of crest teaching. That is the greatest sorrow of the crest teachings. We who have no fatherland can have a land of peace.

I'm sure this opportunity will never come around again. At least in my lifetime.

But I also understand. That is an overly dangerous journey. Equals crossing over thin thin ice. But still.

For a moment Mattia closes her eyelids so that she can rest her tired eyes. One figure was rising up in the dark.

Heroes of my own. My own sword. That's what Mattia said and he didn't. How did this happen when he said he hated it at first? With her eyes closed, Mattia smiles.

I wanted to hear his words. What will he think and judge? Unfortunately, I wanted to hear that voice now.

I make my final decision. But for one thing, I wanted you to give me a push.

Kon, and the reluctant sound knocks on the office door. I knew right away that Anne was back. I guess you brought Rugis.

Go ahead, before you call me that. Look into the mirror and look at yourself. I also feel a little sore in my hair because of repeated sleep deprivation. I made a facial expression while gently finishing through it.

Good. First, I got a face where I could see people. Mattia encouraged her to enter the room as she leaked her exhale and strengthened her voice.

"... Um, excuse me"

Ann reluctantly opens the door and enters the room. Contrary to expectations, she was the only one there. Open your eyes gently, Mattia says.

"What's up, Ann? He didn't wake up?

It's not even dawn out yet. Yesterday it seemed like I was leaning on alcohol, so I thought that might happen. Yes, it was time.

Says Ann, slightly out of sight.

"No, you're right... you've already spoken to Queen Erdis. Get ready to go north, then. Tell me so... my lord hero."

It was a rare, uninterrupted word for her. Should I say so at first? Are you saying you have a bad tooth cut?

Just looking at that attitude, the brilliant Matia's brain marrow gained one understanding. I'm talking about a serious Ann. I'm sure just because he was having a conversation with Eldis doesn't mean he'll be back.

Naturally, I should have hung up on him after that. I guess Rugis just didn't ask. I don't need to see myself.

I can predict. Once he decides to do this, he won't give up. As if you morbidly hate giving up.

So I guess that's what I told Ann, that's why I don't bend anymore. They are good. You're right when it comes to being like him.

Yeah, but. Although.

- What do you mean you don't need to see me? You're apparently taking me lightly for something I haven't seen in a long time, Rugis?

Right, I see. No, you can't.

In the case of the expedition to Flimsrat, I thought he understood the need to manage himself.

After all, I guess you can't be far away from home until hours. A child who makes up a prank is what makes it up whenever there is no parent's eye.

If we're going to correct all of that, we still have to be by our side. Plus, it's a funny story that the crown and sword are apart.

Mattia grins on her cheeks as she quietly takes a hot exhale out of her lips.

- It'll be good, Rugis. So what do I need for you once? Whose management is appropriate? Let's engrave that in. If they are also for the teachings of the crest, they will be cut off.

Virgin Mattia made one decision this day. One opportunity for crest teaching. Also called a watershed, that decision.

This is a good opportunity for Mattia's skull, who saw it that way. I picked it up after a push.

- The invasion of the kingdom of Garrist by crest was decided on this day.