A Wish to Grab Happiness

The crest taught Northward.

It is recorded that after the advent of the great demon Zebrellis, it was a massive military operation directed at the first other forces. Seven thousand crest instructors, six hundred elf soldiers in Gaza. A total of 8,000 soldiers, including other mercenaries, etc.

The two forces will become allies and cross the eastern border of the Kingdom of Garrist, the Great Augus River.

The time of year is death and snow. Mattia, Virgin of the Crest, Queen of the Aerial Garden Gaza, Fin-Erdis. It is imagined that the march of the Allied forces, headed by the two allies, was a terrible and evil one.

Dead snow melts down to the ground and mud makes shoes even heavier. Just the cold that pierces your skin is important to the soldiers. If you leave yourself to the chill, it's just that you can easily die.

In addition, Dead Snow transforms the earth into a demonic territory. Not so much a person can do before they are rougher than usual and stretch their hands and feet freely.

Run, or become a carcass?

As a result, many nations, and noble lords, often did not march to death or snow. Because the drain of soldiers is so intense that it is virtually impossible to strike down some stronghold. Whatever the form, there are too many minutes in the defense.

I guess that's why. The thoughts of Matia, the Virgin, who at this time supposedly decided to march north while being a small soldier, and Queen Finn-Eldis, thus evoke many imaginations.

If more than one theory rises, lose it. Disappear. Such things went on and on. As yet, no convoluted theory exists.

What was the hang-up and what pushed their backs. Everywhere remains unknown.

The crest taught Northward. Its destination is Archet, the capital of King Garrist.

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Look up at the large flag that spreads in the hollow. Three spears in a frame indicating that they are from the Garrist kingdom. I guess I've hardly ever been used to see the fabric wiggle a brand new smell.

Is it because of the shade that the appearance mixed with the crest teachings and the Gaza flag strangely fits?

Kalia says, shuddered, shaking his horse right beside him. The silver eyes were staring at me with surprise.

"You don't know for the rest of your life that you're going to fly the Bashar family flag. The crest teachings are well accepted."

Karia carries on the word, even though it would be an enemy flag, so to speak.

To see that indescribably sinister look, it would mean a great deal to the Garrist aristocrats to say that flying flag.

At least, waving a sword under the banner of another house seemed terribly uncomfortable.

To be honest, I don't really understand those emotions. I understand the flag is just a flag, and it makes sense where it is, but it doesn't really spring up as a feeling.

I guess this is the difference between those who were educated as nobles and those who were just born poor. It's a difference that I don't think I would be very jealous of.

Roll the words in your mouth and return the words as you loosen your cheeks.

"Paloma's grandfather handed it to me with pleasure. Let me use it because it's a corner."

It may be pleasant, but I don't mind if I say things like that. I asked and he said it was good. Then the contract is in place at that point. It could have been harsh.

But he did me a terrible disservice once. Then you should be allowed to stick the blade once.

Show your teeth and include water in your mouth. The water had cooled its body to the point that it no longer seemed to be liquid ice.

"And Karia, don't make a fuss about being an enemy. We're just gonna reach out to them, right?

Yes, nothing. We're going to trample the land of another country roughly.

Hearing the fall of King Garrist's capital, he just hurts his chest and goes to his rescue. As a shield behind it, there is a Bashar family presence.

At least as a superficial mask, such paintings are painted by Mattia and Eldis. It's often true that the truth is different.

Karia says, still grinning like she was stunned when she heard my words. A blackscarlet sword was shaking at his waist.

"Right. Then why should I even call you the Savior of the Mastermind?"

I let my cheeks pull up unexpectedly, and I tell him to give me a break with both hands up. Anyway, there are other people who deserve that name. I don't know if I win too much loads.

Besides, the purpose of the actual place is different. Saving people is outrageous.

- The aim is to set the Garrist kingdom on its feet and roll the crown into the hands of the crest. Just that.

The big story I threw up in the puppet city of Philos was that the majority of it was Mattia, Eldis. That's how he was squeezed around with Philose-Treit's hands. Apparently.

The name Bashar family. The acquiescence of using the aristocratic territory, which is cooperative with Philos, as a marching route. Securing the supply route. Working to surrounding countries. That's how the soldiers prepare.

They ran around for them so much that they wondered if they'd even forgotten the boundaries between morning and night.

Naturally, I've been attached to them a few times, but in terms of upbringing and enlightenment, there's no way I can beat them. I almost left it to myself, and it was as if I had no face. What a sad difference in education.

"... but true. Mattia, and Eldis. You agreed well. Though I think it's a march that could lose everything once it's done."

Fialert rocks his dark hair and says it in a hard, pointy voice somewhere. Words that include nervousness and just a hint of darkness as such.

The word is not pessimistic, there is no mistake whatsoever. Rather, it would be much more sensible to say so.

Even though they are cooperative with Philos, some aristocrats in the Garrist kingdom are not yet fully allied. If this situation breaks down, we'll easily pull a bow and arrow on our backs.

Plus the march in Dead Snow sucks and sucks. What an example of how many times in the past an army of one country was attacked and halved by a massive herd of warcraft.

The demon man who caused Wang Du to fall and his clear identity is still unknown. I have information that it's a small herd, but other than that, I don't know what I'm good at.

Even though the concern element grows like weed just by counting it lightly, if you screw this one up, that's it. Everything around you becomes enemies. It is not called thin ice.

If humans survived in future generations and there were any scholars of history, they would say this.

It's insane.

But insane is the same thing since the first time we let Gallu Amalia fall. Besides, there are things in the world that must be accomplished to distract from the plan.

If you need it, throw away as much sanity as you can.

Whatever the crest teachings are, they're foam forces. It doesn't make sense to just plunder a city or two by multiplying the confusion. Soon they will be devoured by the catastrophe itself.

For taking a step back and extending his life now, the days just go on like being strangled with twitching and cotton. I'm sorry to hear that.

Then we can either lose everything now or let everything roll into our hands.

Good, then. Let's start with the crown. Look at the black eye of the fialert, say.

"Even on a rough stormy day, there's a way to be good. Let's do it right."

With me, I'd be happy if future generations of bards could even make poetry. With that added, I clasped my shoulders.

Besides, if he's in the same position as me. I'm sure you can do this.

Silver hair shakes beside her. There was a deep grin on its cheek.

"The fear of imagination is far more terrifying than the fear in front of us. Don't worry about it. If I have to, I'll take all the glory you want."

Black eyes bounced hard beside her as she reacted to Karia's words. As the horse responds, hiss. Fialert said as he intensified his discourse.

"Right. I don't care if I throw everything out now. Rugis will be Rugis no matter where he goes. It's not like glory again, is it, Karia?

Slight, while. I can't breathe, or I feel the thorn of words strangely because I'm between us. I don't think it's because of the boulders. It was also unusual for words fangs to be exchanged blatantly.

Was there something between you two? Something that exposes your emotions. Whatever it was, there was something behind the cerebral cord. Until now, I didn't know what it was.

The silence lasts for a while, and that's how I raise my gaze. A slightly higher hill was visible ahead. Naturally, loosen cheeks. That's how I leaked my breath from around the bottom of my lungs.

I miss it. It's a hill I've been through many times before. It's not like I've changed.

He was finally starting to feel something sad coming to him, around the back of his chest. A feeling that warms the core of your body, and then your emotions creep up.

To be honest, it was surprising that I had something like this. It's not a bad idea.

- It was a terrible long way around. I'm finally home. to the kingdom of Garrist.

I was supposed to drop Kalia off at Galuamaria and come straight back. What twisted and bent?

Yeah, but. It wasn't a bad trip. Some have been gained and some have been lost. Still, it's not bad.

Leaks hot exhales and narrows eyes at the same time. Then I strengthened my gaze.

On the hill of nostalgia, I see things like multiple soldiers. Tilt the treasure sword unknowingly.