A Wish to Grab Happiness

Cover around the nostrils with a cloth as you follow the sewers that will be spit out from Wang Du Alche. But if I didn't, my nose was going to freak out over the stench of sewage.

But even from the top of the cloth, the smell of can poke my nose. The smell sucks, but what a nostalgic smell for me.

Once upon a time, trenches were stripped many times, and that's how they were driven out at the end of the sewer deficiency. Anyway, the only job that those people didn't want to do, it just came around to me. Oh, all the bad memories come to mind.

It's not exactly the journey I would like to use, but this is the only way to meet Wang Du's knees without being felt by both demons. It's the worst way, but I can't. I leaked my exhale deeply.

That's how he opens his mouth as he walks ahead in the dark sewer.

"... neither Garrist, nor Gaza. Is it really good? Now we can still turn back enough."

I don't know. Speak behind my back. Anyway, I thought I'd gotten a similar word from the Virgin soon, but I still have to say it.

Turning around behind me, I see a few humans in thin black. They were elected by all forces at the time of the invasion of Wang Du.

Fialert to Kalia had decided to accompany him with a natural face, and if the soldiers of the other forces were consolidating their determined hearts in their breasts, it would not be like me speaking out.

Though. Still, it would only be about them.

To Richard's grandfather, Eldis. At least as things stand, the two of them are at the top of the Garrist Corps and Gaza. It should never be incorporated into an itinerary that never knows when to lose such a life. Soldiers cementing their surroundings should also have some thoughts on their chests.

Unexpectedly, I follow you both with my gaze. Richard's grandfather replied, clapping his shoulders around the tail. The look of old age is rising in the dark.

"Oh, my God. You know that. I hate futility. Besides, if it's like watching people's feet, then I guess not."

Everyone else would be somewhat nervous, Grandpa says, as if at no time. I would definitely like to apprentice the way I think I am sticking iron in my stomach.

Says the Garrison soldier's forces still remain marginally in the Wang capital, trampled by demonization. You can't cut the wind with your shoulders like you once did, and you're hiding from the eyes of both warcraft and killing their breath.

If we're going to scratch the demon's sleeping neck, you better take their hand. Anyway, this is all inside information. I don't even know where the demons are.

If you are going to let those soldiers who stayed inside and the outside garrison soldiers respond that way. Naturally, we need a commander. I understand that very well. Does it need to be done immediately by Grandpa?

Does that mean things are so imminent? Or I don't know if it contains another intention, but maybe it was the latter because it was about Grandpa.

So another problem is Eldis, the queen of Gaza.

This one is accompanied by a handful of Gazarian soldiers, but still not sane. Anyway, Richard's grandfather is still the head of the regiment, so we can talk about it, but Eldis is the head of the state.

If she loses that life here forever, I don't even want to think about what's going to happen and what's going to start.

I tried to open my mouth like that, accumulating words for a moment. But slightly sooner than that, a voice echoes in the back of my ear.

You can't be wrong, Eldis voice. I should be just a little away, but I heard that voice whispering in my ear. Do you even use spiritual arts?

"What are you talking about? Aren't you right to be a fine queen? [M] I'm going to do what I need to do as queen. Besides, my company is necessary to you."

It's an ambiguous word as to whether it's an answer or not. It's not like I want to wind up in smoke, but I feel like I'm blurring the most important thing. And what does it mean for me to need it?

Eldis went on to say words, just saying that he would not allow one such question to be put to his mouth.

"Of course, if you want me to wait here like a dog, I will. I'll leave you alone."

What are we going to do, Eldis said? Makes eyelashes blink unexpectedly at the words.

When I crawled out of the fort, Eldis behaved as if I had to forgive him, but he came here with a slightly submissive word. The rarer it is for her.

I don't like it, I have a feeling. The chills themselves nodded.

I've been feeling it lately. Eldis begins to twist his words obediently, mostly with one or two other thoughts. The same goes for Kalia and Fialert.

What's the matter? Look for words while distorting the ends of your lips. I turned my thoughts and slightly swayed my brain marrow. Aside from Eldis' thoughts, I now come up with a first thought on whether I should let him go home or not.

The enemy is a demon. Those who kill every hero and brave man. Anxiety is inexhaustible, even if there were 10,000 armies.

To be honest, I'd like to use Eldis's help if I can. That may divide the border between life and death, so that we can worship the sun tomorrow morning.

Things are so pressing. I do, though. Again, no.

She is no longer just an individual, as she once was. I'm not in a position to move freely. On her back is the life of all the elves in Gaza.

You can't put her in danger in a place like this. Even if Eldis himself is positive.

- Oh, I'm sorry, but go home. Souvenirs prepare the best wine.

That's what I said in my mouth and tried to make it leak out of my lips, moments. Open your eyes.

Suddenly my lungs got heavy and something cold crawled through my body's core. My throat cramps and it is in the dark that sweat flows through my neck as if it were not noticeable but even a fever.

Ouch, not like that. Should I call it fatigue to an unusual degree? Such a feeling that the depths of your soul tangle your fingertips and tie your brain up. Breathing is heavy, I can't help it.

"... you've done something wrong, Eldis."

A whisper to an unnoticed extent by the surrounding humans. Say it with a slightly raised tooth behavior.

Probably not even a voice anymore. It would have only been an exhalation to vibrate the air. There was a strange sense of fatigue in doing all that.

Eldis takes my words and puts a grin on them. He knew what I was going to say.

"That's a terrible thing to say, Rugis, you don't like it at all. I just weakened the protections I was wearing in my spiritual costume. I've been paying you all the magic I can, but I just lost it."

Well, I see what Eldis is trying to say.

Certainly big and small, demonic signs, the temper they emit erodes a person's body. Adventurer's disease would be a good example if magic entered the body.

Especially if the Demon Man comes close, his health will be lost as soon as possible, and his soul will lift up its temper. It was something I had experienced before, and I was naturally prepared to accept it.

- Would it have produced so much, unusual fatigue, etc., in the past? Would I have tasted it once, as if my soul were bound up?

Or is it that Eldis was paying for his witchcraft while I couldn't even understand it on a previous journey? Slightly distort the eye. It was no longer difficult for my legs to get up moving forward. I don't seem to have time to think about anything extra.

Nodding, like making your neck jump.

"Okay. I get it. Follow me, Your Majesty. If you don't, it doesn't seem easy to move. I can't even breathe."

As soon as I told him so, dullness and fatigue fell out of the body's verses. Rather, he was doing better than before. Eldis' satisfied voice was echoing in his ear.

Are you going to do this from the start? If this happens, there's nothing more we can do. If you need spiritual protection to wave a sword on the Devil's knee, it's like you haven't had a choice from the beginning.

I think it got there.

Then why did Eldis imitate me so that I could choose? Then you should tell him so from the beginning. If there is a relative need with the devil, Eldis' companion must have swallowed it, even as a measure of bitterness for many.

Something like a slightly unpleasant hunch earlier was sticking around the back of my thoughts. But he is speechless.

Through the bend a few degrees, when the feeling of time was no longer about to fade, I finally saw the exit of the sewer line at the end of my gaze. Among the multiple entrances and exits, it is the least noticeable part of the back street.

Carefully shift the stone lid on which it is seated. I gave my head out checking to see if there was anyone ahead. The imagination of a cranium cracking at that moment crossed my mind, but fortunately nothing.

I crawled out of my body and looked around, paying attention to the noise. The streets haven't changed that much. What a nostalgia, my home town of Wangdu Backstreet. Both the collapsing stone walls and the dirty streets remain intact.

Oh, but. There was only one clear difference. It smells.

The smell of intense blood, which is likely to even swallow the stench of sewers. That was not one reluctance, it was going to the whole city.

I remember. Once upon a time it was not the king's capital, but the only demon who liked this kind of blood smell was the devil as far as I know.

- Controller Drigman.

The name was floating behind his lid.