A Wish to Grab Happiness

Inside Wangdu Arche.

Due to the repeated control and oppression of demonization, once a thriving boulevard, so that no one can even be seen in a small alley. It is good to say that the vast majority of those named the human species are under the control of the demonic community.

Some are kept as livestock, while others are kept as food. Some were used for sorcery.

Therefore, the houses that connect the houses are no longer alive, and there is only the sound of those who have not yet fled pushing their breath to death.

Freedom was taken from man as it once was, and the pleasure of singing raw was lost.

In the capital of the king who has even forgotten that breath. There was one girl in the back alley.

White hair, thin, red eyes. He may be a child of the village surrounding Wangdu to see him dressed in crude clothes. The coarse shoes covering his legs were also stuck with wood cuts and dirt outside.

There is some rarity in its appearance, and the clothes, etc. are not so different from what ordinary children can wear.

It should therefore be noted that its appearance.

On the cheeks, on the shoulders, up to the clothes and the flatulence. There was blood on it. Dark enough blood to erase the color of the basement, not the thin one.

If that's all the bleeding that depends on her trauma, no doubt she's already desperate. Therefore, it is return blood.

Surrounded by multiple human carcasses and meat pieces of warcraft at the same time. There was a girl in that back alley where clear death lay with enormous blood. All that's left is a single cobolt with a girl.

Her little head is grabbed up by a cobolt flat in its hand. That's how I gripped it with momentum that could even put it in my skull.

Does the girl not even have the strength to resist, whimpering and draping limbs without force?

"Hey, human. Are you listening to me? Just one thing. Just tell me what happened."

That was a cobolt with a face like a dog and cat mixed together. When the fingertips of a musculoskeletal warcraft gently rock the girl's skull, a sound akin to a blur sounds.

It was not the way the arrogance characteristic of the Warcraft leaked. That would depend on the character of this cobolt in some places, but it would be a big deal because it exposes vigilance to the current situation.

When Kobolt came here, he was already in this situation. Unscratched girls, slaughtered compatriots. There are human corpses, but it is only inexplicable that they were mutually assaulted.

Something happened to the clog. Something abnormal. We have to report this to the controller, Drigman.

"... I don't know. I don't know anything about it. Sorry, sorry......"

The girl says as she leaks a whimper. More than frightened, a voice thrown out like an emotion thrown away.

I'm not going to talk about it. That's what Cobolt decided.

"It's a hassle. Only humans survived. I'm glad he's still alive."

There is no response from the girl. My hands and feet are thrown aside, just like I don't even have the energy to live.

I don't know why, but my unpleasant attitude and red eyes weirdly crippled Kobolt's mind.

Human beings don't want to live, but scratch their feet, and then they die. It should be. Cobolt can put his strength into squeezing hands. After a moment, the girl's skull would be crushed like a pomegranate.

It was during that time. The neck has heat to burn. Cobolt's eyes opened.

Cobolt could not understand that it was a cry of pain. Before that, the blade that pierced his neck was flying its thick neck.

As the purple electricity runs, the demonic bone marrow is exposed and the blood wets the girl's cheeks again. My voice licked the alley slightly.

"In the alley, then, it's common sense that chatter that makes you feel like a pepper dies prematurely. Didn't you know?"

Green military uniforms were reflected in the eyes of the angry, lacking girl. On top of that, I see multiple humans. There is no uniformity in the outfit, nor is it the wind of being a man of the king's capital. To see how it went. Many of them may have been fellow human beings who became carcasses.

A young man dressed in military uniform saw the girl uncommonly. It's the color of the eyes that a girl often looks at. Colour containing quirkiness and surprise. The girl's spine jumped.

"Alone. Do you have any relatives? Or are you from an orphanage?"

I think it was a kind voice. Binding, the attitude that fits this one's gaze wasn't at least malicious.

Still, the girl felt something approaching her throat and had a run of agitation on her spine. After a few moments, I finally twist my voice.

"... sorry. I'm not here. I'm sorry, Sai."

Will it piss you off, or will it frighten you? It was a voice that included such fright.

Girls know that this weak voice of hers is apparently something that people don't like. But it wasn't something I could fix now.

This is the only way I've ever been taught. I've never been allowed to do that.

There was no major response to the youth. When he nods slowly, he hands out his gaze to the brunette woman who was holding back beside him. Now the brunette woman tells the girl.

"It's okay, isn't it? It's okay, just breathe slowly."

Fialert. The brunette, so called, lightly grips her hand as she gazes at the girl. It was the warmth of someone the girl had felt for a long time.

But even that is an object of fright for a girl today. His spine trembles and his eyes open. The brunette leaked words to the girl, slowly chewing her out. Soft everywhere, wordy to go with this one.

"I'm sorry, though. I don't have time to put you back where you used to live....... sorry. It may be confusing to say this all of a sudden. Now, why don't you just trust us and follow me?"

Because that's all I can do to protect you. That's how a brunette grips one hand of the girl with both hands. Kindness, a gesture as if touching a broken object.

Still, the girl was afraid of the words. I'm afraid to keep the conversation going and get someone's attention, and the rush builds up in sweat.

So the girl nodded in order to get through this place as quickly as she wanted. I hardly heard anything about women.

"Thank you. What's your name?

".................. Reu. It's just Reu."

Reu said that only in the hope that the conversation would end soon.

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Entering the sewer was at the same time as the sun set, but it was already time for the sun to dawn when he was able to rendezvous with the remnants of the Garrison in the Kingsville.

There is no doubt that the Wang capital is wide first, but the vigilance of both demons is strangely strict. Are you looking for the remnants? Wherever you go in the city, the demonic shadows are hidden.

No matter how long you've been back, you don't have to give me a grand welcome. It was totally excessive.

"The Devil - Drigman and I are sitting in the Royal Palace"

Dim indoors, Richard's grandfather said, illuminated only by candle lights. The remnants of the soldiers were sitting on the corner of the backstreet, very unlikely to plug in sunlight or anything.

The soldier nodded with slight fright at his father's hard words.

Says the demons form a formation around the royal palace and form the appearance of the army. That's how the subdivisions patrol the Kings and surrounding villages. I know what it means to patrol the surrounding villages, well, without asking.

Nothing but grabbing people and things.

Grandpa deepened the frown wrinkles and said as if he was frightened.

"The market is set with the noblemen to let you into the royal palace. Both warcraft have become great."

Taunting and at the same time scratching and shattering the pain. That's the kind of voice Grandpa doesn't make.

Before the tragedy of the Wang capital, it seemed that the boulder grandfather was not always on the street either. Whatever it is, I guess there are places to think about it. Well, that's the same for me.

The very authority of the Royal Palace, once glorified and not even allowed to look me in the eye, is now tainted at the feet of demoralism. I was in such a complicated mood, being boiled down with my stomach intact.

I couldn't walk without pushing people. The boulevard is demonic now, and people can't walk outside freely, so it sucks. In fact, I haven't even seen a person in the alley except I picked up one child earlier.

"You need to use the army outside to separate both the demon and the warcraft. To the extent that it does not move the Demon's hips and attracts both Warcraft."

Kalia says with her silver eyes shining. A return to the familiar King's capital, but there was nothing like loosening or thorns in his voice. Because it's about Kalia, I thought I'd show you one or two of the big ones.

Whatever she is, I took her out, but she's a Garrist chivalry. There's no difference between loyalty and respect that I've never had. Now I was just, maybe I was scuffling my emotions.

Grandpa responds to Karia with his throat ringing for a moment.

"Don't hurry, lady, that's not enough. The opponent is a demon who doesn't know what to do… I want to sharpen my power wherever possible"

Richard's grandfather narrows his eyes, deepens the shadow of his wrinkles, and moves his mouth.

This grandfather seems to have a lot of fun when he's masterful.

But well, facts. That much prudence will be necessary to relate to the devil.

Controller Drigman. Commander of the Demonic Legion that unites the Warcraft Demons. I don't know everything, but I only know his threat and how he was killed.

Once upon a time, nothing else - a demon killed by hero Hert-Stanley.

Since the age of mythology about anything, he grabbed and controlled everything with two arms, and that's how he didn't defeat as long as he had two legs on the ground? Terrible story. How dare you pass such bullshit. I can't be jealous.

That's why it's a myth, not once. He was killed the same way.

I speak somewhat of such things as mythology. I couldn't have done everything to a boulder, but it would be better than none.

After putting down a beat, Grandpa said.

"Okay, okay. As for both warcraft, do you want to use fire? It's my specialty. Rugis -"

If you stared me straight in the eye, Grandpa vomited the words. Warp your lips and lay down your gaze.

Make it, it's insane. I shrugged my shoulder, I said.

"- Good. Let's explore the demon separately. Do it instead, Grandpa."