A Wish to Grab Happiness

Arche, the king's capital. A land that excelled in glory and was even called the heart of continental culture.

In local cities, there are unseen goods lined up all over the city, and merchants are busy visiting high-ranking noble mansions. In prepared playgrounds and arenas, ordinary people received one end of glory and enjoyed natural happiness.

It is good to say that although it is slightly different from the bustle of the trading city of Taruamaria, Arche nevertheless undoubtedly emitted an unlimited light of prosperity.

Tomorrow will be more prosperous than today, and then more prosperous. Noble commoners who are in a place of light do not doubt it. Humans don't think that what they have now may be gone at some point.

But however pebbly it may be. The time will surely come to be lost. Power, glory. Not even the country. The moment you're born, it's settled to collapse.

Arche, the king's capital. The heart of a continent stacked in gold was now no longer a human city.

This is the land where demonization reigns and dominates. Human beings have no right to live in dignity.

"Ng...... wow. Dead, dude. Hey."

I don't think he's too fluent, that's how he says in relaxed terms. The woman of the human species, who threw her hands and feet at her as she peeled her eyes in front of her, makes no reply or sound. He even looks dead at first sight.

But it's still warm. The demonization sensibly perceived it in close proximity.

Shake up your arms and punch the woman in the face. Red blood erupted in abundance. Once, twice. His nose, which was straight, collapses and his teeth bounce and fly away.

That's how for the third time, finally, the woman showed a reaction. Apparently, he was fainting.

"Help... oh dear. No more... What!?

I guess it hurts terribly. The verses of words were becoming heavily distorted. It has clearly conveyed the limits of consciousness.

But Satanicity still holds her with both arms, and her body temperature is mine. If we don't, it's really cold.

He didn't listen to the human voice or anything. That's just a squeal, like a spice that gives color to things if you dare.

It doesn't make any sense. But the woman rings over and over again. Ask for help, ask for forgiveness, ask for salvation. Sometimes I even played a scream.

I didn't care, but it got a little depressing. Demonization has stuck with both arms.

Soon, a painful noise sounded. The sound temporarily warmed the demonic mind, but soon it will also be lost. At the same time the demonization sighed.

The woman doesn't ring anymore. On its demonic back, a voice was called. A voice that doesn't even try to hide its flaws.

"They do the same thing all the time. You're so cold, you rock bastard. No, you don't."

Rogom. That's what they called it. The witchcraft dumped the woman's body on the spot, and said, Its entire body resides in a mineral glow, and its expression and mood are unquestionable. Is the only thing that can read that emotion as much as a voice?

"... samuy. Very, very. I don't know who the Warcraft is."

They were born more demonic than rocks. They don't have skin or meat. They don't seem to feel the heat or the cold.

However, for some reason, the rubber is constantly caught in the scorching cold. Frozen as if it wasn't sunny in the sunlight.

Do you feel a soul or something completely different? They don't know that either. But they still say it's too cold for them.

Therefore they hold people and kill them. That lamp of life gives them heat. The fever of a living blood tide heals them, albeit as much as blinks.

The Warcraft, with its human limbs while holding the cat's head, said with a sigh again.

"Hey, Kobolt. I don't know, but that's what the devil said."

That is how Kobolt tells the Lord. Cobolt it. Rogom it. They did not know, for example, that the demonic kind had a name.

But Drigman says. You have a race, a name and intelligence. [M] He said he was just losing it. Until the profound meaning of the word, Kobolt and the others didn't understand, but I guess so if the demons were to say it.

Besides, I knew that wasn't a bad thing. It is good for them to be influenced by greater demons. Intelligence to crawl through the brain plasma, as well as the power to move the body. I feel that the influence of the demon will strengthen the sun.

"... Lord Drigman also told me to like it. Na et al., do as you please."

Rogom says so lightly, and he goes on to say, Arms and thoughtful organs pointed to the corner of the room. There's a woman who's a little bit smaller than the other woman.

Probably a woman's daughter. The face is blue, what neither tears nor waterfalls sweat can cover the face, and there is no shadow to see the righteous face of the mother conceded.

She was exhaling violently as she sat back up and down her shoulders. Get Rogom's attention, hiss, and leak his voice.

"I have it left. Oh, let's do it again. Uncle Da"

That would be enough if you wanted to add up the numbers, says Rogom. Now once frightened, Cobolt shook his shoulder and tilted its cat surface. I still said that the Demons and the Warcraft have different sensibilities.

Preceding that that is not what it means not to be without body, he shows his fangs and approaches his daughter. Cobolt opened his mouth as he tried to show mercy for his daughter's frightening appearance.

"Humans are better served by solving it more carefully. It would taste like meat if you killed it clutteringly."

That being said, Cobolt stepped on his daughter's stiff, gripping finger and crushed it. It sounds comfortable a few times and I can tell that that hand is no longer in use.

My daughter's, screaming. A plea, as if to behold the deeds of my mother, is spouted with a cry. Cobolt did the same to the other hand and then crushed his leg. Every time, my daughter's screams echo, and tears and sweats flow down.

In this way, how you can kill and hurt well is a popular play among Kobolts these days. He says that the good ones will skin the whole body to survive the sang man. The human flesh, which was so painful, is truly delicious.

I don't know, Kobolt had a tongue nod. The intrinsic abomination in him and a slight hunger clap abusively.

Now it was Rogom's turn to sigh at the deed. The act of eating or hurting for it is hard to understand by Rogom.

At that time, Rogom remembered. Speaking of which, didn't the mother throw herself to protect her daughter? For God's sake, only my daughter had a slight memory of uttering such words.

The daughter is now leaping blood from her limbs and becoming Cobolt's. At the end of the day, he will kill me. Then I thought Rogom would be good.

I didn't kill him, so I kept my promise. He remembers the promises he made with humans, so at all, he would be nothing short of good. There is no such thing as witchcraft that I would try to defend it according to more.

Wang Du, that's how in the surrounding villages there was a routine act here.

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Arche, the king's capital. Throne.

When you look at this place, which remains luxurious without desolation, you are struck by the illusion that order is still maintained on a land called Arche.

But it is not the crown that sits on the throne, but the Demon Drigman. That is how Fuku was not an aristocrat or a soldier, but a half-man half-beast warcraft Verg. You don't look human here.

"People are gathering well from the surrounding villages. Some soldiers seem to do evil, Ga..."

Verg asks for Drigman's expression while slightly clouding his words. He was in no doubt as to how tolerant the Lord, called the Controller, was. I even wondered if it would reveal outrage at the actions of both soldiers, albeit at the end.

But contrary to Verg's imagination, there was nothing sword-soaked in Drigman's face. I'd rather say calm.

"That's good. Forgive him some things. Play is play. I'm not saying it's desirable, but let's accept it to some extent. And for humans, it's happier to understand where we stand right now."

Verg stroked his chest down relieved by the words. He was also beginning to understand little by little what the main Drigman character was.

From time immemorial, Drigman is very tolerant of demonic instincts. Even compared to the demonic chief there. I hardly blame you. For that matter, there were great things to look for.

"Humans are sturdy as a species. It springs up dead or dead. I trust you everywhere."

With a bitter smile at the Lord exchanging such word play with credit and so on against humans. Verg said with his horse legs gently bent.

"It's about that person, Ga. Looks like they're still trying to defy us, Na. The number of soldiers is higher than ours."

It would be 10,000, or 20,000. Drigman clutches his hand and distorts his lips to Verg's report of speaking. That's, like I said, a little bit of a grin.

Drigman showed a tendency to think lightly, but the report was not so disturbing. Because I already understood that humans like to rebel.

Besides, there are a few other things that concern me.

The first is Zebrellis, the Spirit God, whom he calls the Great Devil by his Lord. The only one of them is certainly perceived. He still hasn't got his will back. No matter how many calls I make, I can't answer them. I guess I haven't been able to take it off Altier's control yet.

Now I am close to the Lord. A being once so called the Great Demon is beginning to wake up to other things. It is only then that we must ask the Lord to regain his will early.

So, one more thing. Drigman had something to worry about.

My own countrymen. The jewel Ba-Agatos is still out there. Because she woke up, she naturally woke up and said it wasn't weird.

To that thought, for the first time, Drigman realized he was in a hurry. Doesn't seem like it either. He said that he was supposed to just create order, he was in a hurry, etc.

He seemed to have been sick of the wrong thing for a long time. I guess he felt like this was the time to do it well.

Drigman mocks himself, makes a laugh and tells Verg.

"Okay, good luck reporting. Then don't just fail to prepare the operation. Human beings do not need bravery or wisdom. Collect and dispose of it."

Verg fumbled again to his chief demon, and nodded obediently. That must be indisputable, a sign of respect.

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Near the Wang du Arche. She was there, leaving a footprint on the earth where death and snow poured. At first glance, she looks like just a girl, and there's nothing strange about her appearance.

But if there's anything suspicious, it means you're walking around alone in the dead snow.

Even though everyone hates the demonic spread outside, and even if they walk, they extend their fearful legs. The look of a girl walking around without a dead snow CPC and without a merchant squad is too unusual.

It would be normal to behave frighteningly, even if there were circumstances beyond our control. But she wasn't. He walks in the snowfield with a grand behavior and even plays a nose song.

Thus, when he confirms the king's capital Archet in a distance, he opens his hands and says aloud that he will be joyful in his expression. My toes were even jumping lightly.

"- Oh! My dear King's Capital! I'm home! Hundreds of years, no. Maybe a little more. I can't believe you can come back!

There is an extra sense of fullness in the words and joy. Back to back with the girl's appearance, she expressed her joy many times, using a few grown-up words.

"I'm sure my usual behavior was good! Awesome me! Boulder me! The most beautiful in the world!"

Dead snow. It is also a warcraft. In the hissing earth, she is still suspicious, representing her emotions to the point of excess. But that's not all she's suspicious about.

She said there was only one person, but it was like talking to someone, she said.

"... shut up hey. I don't like dark daughters with nagging roots like you. I wonder if I can think so gloomy."

There's still no one around her. The appearance of man, the appearance of witchcraft. Still, she keeps talking alone.

"I guess you'd be dead if I wasn't here. You're responsible for this, so bear with me for a moment. I don't even want to use your body."

That was like a theatrical monologue. You can call it a solo play. It's like he's trying to play two roles on his own.

The girl still let go of her words with a bare gesture to tell someone.

"Good? I'm a gem. Shine brighter than anyone, and no one can get dirty. Be nice to me."

That's all I'm saying, again she leaves a footprint on the snowfield. There's only one way to get there. Archet, a city no longer under demonic control.

The actors coloring the stage were just trying to align themselves in one place.