A Wish to Grab Happiness

Gaze into your eyes and peek inside through the gap you made in the barracks window frame. The spiritual thin cloth that covers us has changed shape and flutter.

It was to a hundred or so demons that made up the herd inside, a greater number of humans than that. The human figure is very unlike a soldier or mercenary. Probably just villagers. Something like that that I grabbed from the surrounding villages.

To the evidence, they have not yet extinguished their fright from their faces. If you were a human being in the capital, you wouldn't look like one. Deeper rooted than frightened, I have a view of giving up on my face.

For both demons, humans are food and slaves. I'm sure they only think of new humans as fresh tools. The expressions of both demonic sexes were hateful grins everywhere.

But that look is also hard now. Sludgy voices also dive. There is only one cause of this.

"There is no need to be. I wish you were on the street all the time. If you can't, you'll be tired."

Demon. Controller Drigman. There was a man there who should also be described as the embodiment of the warfare that bewitched the demons. Forced to eat his teeth off. If I didn't, the roots of my teeth would have stuck together and made a loud noise.

The mercenary city of Belfein. Puppet city of Philos. Wherever it was, the beast and the deceased combined the blade with the presence close to the devil. Even then, I had fear, but I don't think that was it.

What's in my chest right now is a clear fright.

There was unusual tension and excitement. Blinking throat swallows saliva with a busy eyelid. Nature and one hand hang on the sword at the same time that your forehead makes you sweat.

You're gonna kill me, you're gonna kill me. Can you kill me, are you?

The demon did his hand to his long ear and told him to whine gently like that.

"Is this the harvest? How was what I was saying? Did you find it?"

Says Drigman when he sees the human flock and the hardware gathered. He must have eaten it up in the Lords' Hall as well. Even candlesticks and silver plates are packed in several boxes.

That would certainly be expensive though. Doesn't look like the kind of thing the demon wants. No, rather, what they want. Is it human flesh or something?

Keep asking, narrow your gaze. My chest is hot. I felt like I blew my exhale straight into my airway. Such a fold, I ask how the other three are. I thought you might be frightened as well.

Thus, my eyes were greatly distorted.

Kalia, fialert, that's how Eldis is. All three eyes were pregnant with tension, and they didn't seem to feel anything close to fear.

But I'm never frightened. No one had done anything to pale his face. Bite your teeth harder.

Oh, I don't like it. What a tough thing.

No one or even he feels more powerful than that face he once saw. The heroes I scorched and envied that way. Isn't that where the brilliance lies?

When I was in the tower, such as Eldis, I would still have the spirituality to be seen as weak. Now I behave like this with the devil in front of me. I said that I would no longer be a queen, and that I no longer possessed anything like weakness.

Thoughts as complex as tangled threads were in my chest.

How can they put an array in front of each other and be so serious? You can look fine. How can you not be frightened when you see an indisputably vicious demon?

Is it also the qualities of heroic things? Do I have any of them or not?

Exhale three times to forgive your emotions. That's how I smoked hard. Stop breathing.

In the silence, where only the heart sounded, he just caught the demon ahead of his gaze. Care and pity swallowed everything.

What to do. In my thoughts, I used to remember when I visited this place.

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Demon Master. Drigman was also beginning to get used to being called that way. Even in ancient times, there were those who used those words. I never really cared, but was it still a time when the word demon was a honorable name?

Hands lightly what they have acquired from the surroundings, looking out for warcraft and demons who drip their heads at themselves.

Silver dishes, money made of gold and silver. Sculpture that would have dedicated itself to something. I held my eyes to the ring for a moment, but that wasn't what I wanted either. Tell Verg to keep an eye out and distribute whatever he wants.

The fine workmanship of gold and silver created by man also desires among warcraft and demonic tribes. You want to tell him that he is stronger by dressing himself.

Drigman didn't take it badly. Rather a good thing.

Living just to live is no different than just a beast. Whether it's hardware or personal desire, life shines because you live for something other than life. Yes, Drigman believes.

Despite what they call a controller, desire, emotion and even a strong ego are subjects of affirmation for Drigman.

I even believe that the existence of a demon who stands at the top of every species must be.

Very rarely does his forgiveness go beyond the devil.

"I'm sorry, n. I was wondering if what you wanted would take a little longer. Some Demons don't understand the value of hardware."

Verg rings his hooves small and says. A race like him seemed restless if he had to move his legs somewhat. Drigman laughs at the word. It was a way to laugh, including favors. His vicious face was also slightly shaken.

Sure, I want to collect what I want as soon as possible. The magic apparatus that gave way from the Lord Zebrelilith and presided over man. Once upon a time, the very stigma of oneself plundered from one's fingers by something that would or Altia.

If you think about past liquidation, it's enough that you want to look around day and night. But it would be a mistake to impose that on your men.

Besides, there is a curse on the magic appliance. Even through the ages, when places change, none of the curses degenerate. I will definitely be back at my disposal in the end.

"Don't take the hard work, Verg. Don't be so hard, but you should make it a little easier."

Verg looked at Drigman's loose grin and thought so too. Verg accordingly opens his mouth so that he can pull up the face of the outside world and make jokes.

"But Lord Controller. We are now taught that if we anger demons more than we did when we were children, our bodies will disappear. Keep your hooves down so you can walk."

That being said, Verg showed it with a light hoof. I guess it's a bad joke about him being stiff. Drigman laughs out loud with his teeth small. Laughter also leaked from the surrounding warcraft and demons.

They were beginning to understand what their superiors were like.

Drigman tells the soldiers there to include bites.

"You were undoubtedly born in an unfortunate time. The breath of human hero Altia is deep and the Spirit God Zebrellis remains asleep. Demonic prosperity is no longer a thing of the past, we are no longer a people of the diaspora."

Everyone was lifting their hot eyes and staring at their Lord. Put a look close to that Spirit in your sight.

"Then let's go get it back. Spoil it to the lowest status and get the best status. Tens of thousands of happiness continues behind us. We're at the cutting edge of history."

Quiet then strong voice. Neither the Warcraft nor the Demons were here now, and there were no hedges. There was just a burning exhalation. Verg's hoof, it rings.

Someone starts pouring alcohol and pouring meat. There was only a lot of excitement and a lot of energy. Among them, the only people who could not sweeten the momentum were the herds of humans who were taken captive.

Sometimes someone asks. I wonder what happened to the humans. I wondered if I could distribute it to my liking.

Is it good as a slave, as a livestock to manage, or as food? That's what I mean. Drigman says, not to mention the eyes of humans.

"Yeah. My eyes are still alive. You should turn it to food. Arrangements please, Verg."

That, in a pale way. I was very unconscious of taking my life, etc. That's what he says when he takes it for granted.

From the humans, whimpering screams leak. We no longer understood very well whether our lives were being held by demons and were about to be lost that way. As I passed through the city, I saw many times a human being dismantled screaming.

The hands of the demons approach the human skulls.

A feeling of death surfaced in the eyes of humans as that tragedy sprinkled upon us. That, moment.

A flash of light bounced off the hands of the demon clan. White hair was slightly jumping inside the barracks.