A Wish to Grab Happiness

The Queen's Capital Expedition of the Crest Virgin Mattia and Rugis could undoubtedly be described as one of the harsh battles in the Gospel War.

In the first place, it is difficult in itself to advance soldiers to remote areas. No matter how well you go, once you get defeated on an expedition, that's it. Further, if the march were to be in the snow of death, the spectacle would end the language.

Although it can be said to many battles, if there is a great strife ahead, it is happening in the rear as well.

Puppet city of Philos. Largdo-Ann, who was carried on his shoulders for the majority of his justice and rule, tied his lips together with a very harsh look. I glanced at the parchment several times, but the numbers engraved there couldn't have changed either.

Abominable, but somewhere calmly placing parchment, Ann deliberately leaks her exhale.

The factors that clouded her expression like the rainy season are lucid.

Food for sending to the front line is visibly lacking supplies. It's only been about two weeks since the Virgins left the city of Philos.

Regardless, it is very unlikely to be a fragrant situation.

It is as if it is unclear how long it will take to take the king's capital from the hands of the demon and fall.

If you hit it badly, it could mean a few months, no, more than six months. Make it Ann. That place has been well considered since before the departure. So it was decided that six months would be enough supplies for a few months.

Though he was greeted with more messengers and guest soldiers than the Southern nation of Elizaldo, this was nonetheless not the calculation.

How did that happen? The answer had already touched Ann's lips.

"… the head administrator. Gallu, what did Amalia's ruler say?

An old man, who was similarly eyeing the report, said, lifting up the gray hair mixed with his hair. The man had as much comprehension as he could possibly possibly perceive, not to mention what it was about.

"Dead snow makes it difficult to secure food. Also, the supply route was attacked by the Warcraft and lost, so we're in a hurry to repair it."

That's a particularly apparent reason. Ann flaunted her shoulders, imitating someone, and said as if she were joking. That's how I look up to heaven as I change my posture.

It was an excuse to skip the empty language if you try Anne. I know Gallu Amalia's holdings of supplies, and if there were enough raids to need replenishment roads and repairs, they should always need to be dispatched.

But such reports have not come up. The clogging is all bullshit.

"It would be the instructions of the seniors. It's blatant, but now there's no one to stop them."

To the words of the lead administrator, Ann responded by moving her eyelashes. He was an honest man, but he no longer expected words to come out that would keep an eye on the deeds of the elder.

Rugis to the Virgin Mattia. And now that the faces that were the Lord have gone to the front, there is no one who can stop the elders around Salainio, who has a great voice.

This harassment must also have been the seniors' thoughts. They want this expedition to end in failure.

If the supply from the freshly gathered Galuamaria is interrupted, there will naturally be no more objects that can be sent to the front line from Philos, which is just a relay site.

It may be said that the most important thing in the battle is the replenishment itself. The same goes for soldiers with uninterrupted supplies and so on. The soldiers on the front line will have to retreat.

Normally, we can also supply local procurement from surrounding villages.

Unfortunately, no crest instructor can do it. The creed religion is only allowing cooperative aristocrats to pass through its territory. In the unlikely event of pillage or other daring, it is well thought that they would oppose the crest religion.

Besides, it is the crown of Phyllos-Trait that must form the crest from this. Her position is extremely weak. Only a few documents and the back shields of the nobles prove their kingdom.

That's why the crest religion had to make a story. Everyone is going to admire the fact that the princess, who was dropped from the royal family, leads her own soldiers to save the King's capital, which the King abandoned. It's a wonderful story.

With that in mind, you can't possibly plunder or anything. Philose-Trait, that is how creed teaching must be the Messiah.

Perhaps the elders hate it when it happens. You can even say you're afraid.

Because what they want is not creed prosperity. It's a retention of authority at their disposal. I guess for them the crest religion is no longer a ripe enough fruit to make it bigger until they risk it.

No more bloodshed in vain. They are the very roots of their thinking.

Anne doesn't want to deny those thoughts.

Anne also likes to hold the reins of an organization called Crest Religion, but her ambition to expand it was weak. Her genius is only inward.

Rather, the difference between the elders and Anne may be only slight.

Just one thing: can you accept or not accept a clogged heterologous molecule? Anne accepted, they were not accepted.

That's why Ann knows exactly how the seniors feel. I even remembered empathy.

It's decided to be frustrating, naturally in the business belly. Someone elsewhere doesn't know what they've been piling up wisely.

That's what happened, or the person praised him, and he tried to get over himself.

That must be a lifetime of denial to date. It's like being denied that the path you've followed for years is wrong. It's easy to imagine how humiliating it is to be burned in the gut and skewered through the heart. That's how humiliation naturally turns into hatred.

The crest philosophy, its righteous Saleinio and the elders are never compatible with Rugis. This isn't about personality or compatibility anymore, it's about root causes.

Anne knew that the rebel forces against Rugis, mainly the elders, would open their eyes to this unique opportunity.

It is at this time when the Virgin Mattia is not well managed and Rugis' blade is invisible that they move. Maybe they even neglect the Virgin who affirms Rugis.

Ann drives the parchment round to the edge of the desk, says. Now there was one thing in her that flashed with certainty.

"- That's a shoulder watermark. If you'd been a little more outspoken, you could have branded the treacherous."

Hey, Chief Administrator. Ann looked at the man as he tangled his fingers together. The man raised his gaze from parchment for a moment, and then immediately returned to his original position. It was as if Ann's words were trying to figure out what they meant.

Anne and the man both know that they are taking part in a meeting between the elders against Rugis. But Anne's words today are like putting her shoulders in Rugis.

That's why the conversation stopped for a moment. That's how the man works out his words well before saying.

"... I'm not the right person to stir someone up. Not like Lord Rugis."

Hearing the words, Anne thought he was still smart. It is comprehensible enough to read the sincerity of this person, and can be used as an honest word in that way.

If he is an elderly man, you can return vague words to Anne's words and snitch Anne's departure to the elders later. Even if there was a stop at Rugis as a matter of fact, I could still only return Ann's words vaguely if I suspected them too much to lure the backcutter.

But he did not imitate it. Ann shakes her neck to the side and opens her mouth.

"Because Lord Rugis' array drives more than stirs people up. What I'd like you to do is make it easy, Chief Administrator."

The man frowned at the words, but did not do anything to open his mouth. He conceived only slightly as he listened to the words, and thus deepened the wrinkles that were on his face.

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In the course of a few days, the letter was delivered inconnectly to Saleinio and the others who had moved themselves to Galuamaria.

The contents were brief, not jewelry as in the report, but merely telling the facts that had happened.

Salenio was really calm, then the other senators were in a hurry to hear the report.

- The letter just said that Largdo-Ann betrayed him. The sender is the head administrator of the puppet city of Philos.

Salenio laughed, just one person reading it. The lines that have been engraved on the expression for years are greatly distorted. White teeth were looking good.

"I've been waiting for you, you wicked little girl."