A Wish to Grab Happiness

Smoke that rose and swayed majestically in Wang Du. Fundamentally, the Great Fire crawled itself and at the same time saw a white flash.

"I do terrible flashbacks. Thank you. He's not changing his place."

Richard-Permilis was convinced that it must be the work of his godson.

Both demons don't use fire like that. Besides, you're not supposed to want to hurt the King's Capital you got in the corner. At least they were perfectly rational on that point.

Then it was on the human side that made this happen. As such, the only people in the King's capital who can burn things without hesitation are godchildren, except themselves.

The sitting authority itself, which lasted hundreds of years. Archet, the capital of the King Garrist, the gathering place of culture.

It would be difficult, if any, to stick out indelible wounds where they are. Richard lets his cheeks loosen if his compatriot Valerie sees this, he'll only float through rage to kill.

I'm sure Rugis has no attachment to the king's capital.

It is not as if the idea that you should not be injured even if you are aware of the land in which you were born and raised.

I'm sure Rugis won't think of anything if he turns one side of this into a burning field. The refinement is just a little emotional. I can't even think about an authoritative king's capital or what culture is like. He's not as interested in those things as he is in shards.

Richard was different in that regard. Unexpectedly, at least there is something called patriotism towards the country. There was also the will to make the former glory adorn the bosom of the king's capital again, and not to let it be a great empire.

Richard, like Rugis, does not imitate the state authority itself without being aware of it and trampling it.

- He truly, honestly, consciously decided to kill the King's Capital.

Demons are such enemies. Richard knows that loose ends up strangling himself.

So long as you lose everything, you'd better slash some of it. If a human and his hands and feet decay into disease, he chops off the place in tears. Same as that. Wang Du is a quaint building. Richard thinks that's good as long as there's a crown at the end.

No, how much is that crown worth, too?

Where he thought so, Richard distorts his wrinkles as he mocks himself. To an extent unknown to his surroundings, it was really something he himself had unconsciously floated around.

The king took the soldiers and fled, and abandoned the capital. I don't mind that in itself. If there is a real crisis, there are things that the king has to do to chase down the capital. In the past, it was also a history of taking revenge while being deprived of the King's capital.

It is not their fault that this old man cannot be forgiven. It is the king's attachment to the other authority of the Catholic Church.

Religion and so on are just things that you should use to make fun of them.

At least since that day, when I had a disappointment for Richard, the Catholic Church has only been to that extent. I'm a bat colony that can only be sucked on by others. He said that the king would follow him, and so on.

An expression containing old age deepened his wrinkles and just stared at the fire. Richard had heard his back teeth snap.

"Battalion captain. Master Neymar sent me a message. I want you to know that the siege is ready."

Put your hands on your chest and leak your voice to your men. Richard shows his hands gently and tells this side to be ready as well.

Richard narrowed his eyes that Naymar had become an excellent deputy. I can command enough even if I don't have it anymore. The more you make a little girl of regional nobility, the more it will be.

Besides, I don't just take instructions vaguely, I can think with my own head. Richard knew that such humans were rare. That's why I let Valerie educate me, too.

I went on, waved my lips and said.

"Ultimately, let the army enter the king's capital. Tell the crest people to get ahead of themselves. Don't hand over the lead."

Moves eyes that seep through your age and makes your lips jump.

The aim of the crest men is clear. In the event of a state of emergency, we will effectively control the Wang capital and expand our forces.

I can't tolerate that with Richard. They must only be collaborators on the common front. For this reason, it was necessary to avoid letting the Wang Capital enter the castle in advance of the crest forces.

The creed religion in question is nothing more than a group of pagans. That was supposed to be a common perception, be Richard, be a soldier.

But only one. Richard has his doubts. That's how the crest religion got to King's Capital safely.

From the power range of the crest religion, there is a corresponding distance in the Wang capital, Arche. In the meantime, we have to go beyond some aristocratic territory.

Even so, they had little sign of battle. If such a crowd of soldiers entered, the nobles would always try to defend their territory, even if they bore the agitation caused by the fall of the capital.

No, the aristocrats should think that their territorial inhabitants must be protected because they do not know the future situation.

Why did they cross over into aristocratic territory? Not just one or two local nobles, but a large number of nobles are missing them.

Is it possible to do that to a pagan opponent? They brought the nobles on their side, that's all I can think of.

If so, how?

Unsolved questions creep through my thoughts. Richard deepens his wrinkles as he gently strokes his beard at his chin, says.

"... one more thing, a decree. Tell him once again not to hesitate with the soldiers who have made him dive all over the King's capital."

When he heard the words, the decree shook his shoulders frighteningly. That's how Richard didn't miss his gaze wandering around for a moment.

So creep that mood out and add another word.

"I'm the one with all the responsibility. There can't be anything like you guys getting disposed of. Look, when something goes wrong with the general's behavior, it's not the party who acted that's responsible. The one who ordered it. Go if you know what I mean."

I did not imitate anything that would cause my men to utter questionable words.

It's still good to have doubts and be lost in your heart, but once you put it into the word, it won't go away easily. Soldiers who can no longer dispel their doubts in that way can no longer be used on the battlefield.

Having doubts means getting lost. An instant judgment is an important battlefield, and soldiers who get lost are of no use.

So Richard pressed just in case to tell him.

- Don't get lost. Do not hesitate to burn the king's capital as ordered.

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Fort in the south of Arche, the king's capital. Its interior has probably been extremely busy since this fort was made.

Whether it be the Garrison Army, or the Seal Army. Both must be in constant contact with their insiders and act accordingly. If you don't hear from me, keep choosing what you think is best for you.

Clogging is tantamount to the fact that the situation and the actions to be taken continue to change dramatically over time. In these occasions, it is not as if those who stand on the top, equal to those below, are also on vacation. Because it demands constant thought and judgment and the handling of things.

The same was true of Mattia, the Virgin of the Crest. All judgments, including trivial ones, follow Mattia's shoulders. I think my throat is about to dry out.

Mattia says as she listens to the report of the decree, keeping her gaze through the parchment.

"- The Garrison army is ready to attack the King's capital. You'll never leave again."

Words I don't know for whom. Picking that up as a matter of course, Philos-Treit says as he runs his pen on parchment. Like Mattia, that figure did not try to move while facing the concierge.

"I guess. Rather than that, you're right that no one else can leave. If you leave, that's where they all end up."

Gently trim the monocular glasses and sigh, Phyllos says. Obviously fatigue was floating on that forehead, but still I couldn't stop my hand.

At least now a human being named Philos has given it to the crest side. If so, there is no error in thinking that all the movement, the success or failure of the action, will come down to you. I didn't feel like stopping my hand when I thought so.

The humiliation of falling your city and giving it all up is enough for once.

But the hassle this time is that it is not only the demonic opponent, but also the Garrist army opponent who has to win.

It makes no sense if you take the lead, if you say so, in taking back the king's capital from both demons. Especially the Expeditionary Seal religion, which would be synonymous with the collapse of everything if you had it.

Even if the Garrist army were to be speared together, only the seizure of power must be accomplished. If we don't, we're all dead. Both Rugis and myself.

Philos asked Mattia if she had any thoughts there.

To be honest, Mattia is so much more proficient than Philos when it comes to military action. Philos understood that very well. The only way I can cooperate is if I interact with the nobility and clean up my affairs like I do now.

Mattia nods and says.

"Nearby aristocrats - I am also in touch with the aristocrats who have promised to cooperate to this end. Plus, there are hidden bills over there."

Hidden hand tags over there. I didn't get to Philos until about something, but I ended the nodding conversation. Mattia won't be the only one who can talk about it.

"You haven't heard from the inside, have you? No one's gonna make it any easier on us than he is."

"It's impossible for a cat who escaped to hear from him to come back. I'm in charge of that."

Philos figured out that Mattia's words contained some sort of trust and affection for Rugis. In this Virgin, it is unusual for such emotional colors to be included in words.

Whatever time she understood she was a person who would never forget her intentions and profit account, but would the part about him be different?

Leaking exhale, Philos looked at Mattia at all costs. My hand keeps moving busily and my gaze is on parchment. Fingertips don't even try to hold the motion for a moment.

I even remembered the impression. I was watching that fold. Phyllos' monocular glasses tilted and his eyes narrowed.

- I was unfamiliar with the fingertips of the Virgin who kept moving, and then I saw a ring fitted in another finger.

Philos' characteristic white eyes were heavily distorted.