A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Shake your feet and drag out the ugly bugs that entered the king's capital. That's the muscle path."

Richard's grandfather's fingers glimpse a simple map of the King's City. It's just a big building and a street. It was better than it still wasn't.

Backtown in Wangdu, its lodging. In a covered room, keep your voice as low as possible, Grandpa says. It would also be the fault of only marginally letting the fire in, the murderous minister seemed to rise in the dark. The darkness of the night is stroking Grandpa's wrinkles.

The surrounding General Garrist was listening to it with a look like the urgency was tenacious. He seemed to understand that this would be his first opportunity to live and meet face to face if he did poorly.

The musical books my grandfather put up are clear. Simultaneously with the sunrise, the Garrist Army, the Crest Church Army, surrounding the Wang Capital, begins its manoeuvre. At the same time, fire is set to start spinning all over the Wang capital.

"Running soldiers, I could see their reality. Then it's not the army, it's the herd. And the flock shall collapse if he that leadeth him dies. Once they've collapsed, they can't fight anymore."

So while both demonic soldiers are being addressed to deal with the disturbance. In the middle of it, we kill demons where their long-lasting demons are stuck. That way, both demons will be able to crush enough in the army.

That was largely the kind of muscle writing.

There are two attackers. Garrison soldiers and crest and Gazarian soldiers. One or both of them step into the royal palace where he sits and snap his neck.

I accidentally threw my voice on Grandpa's cheek, which spoke the way. The teeth rub gently.

"... I hope it's easy to understand. I guess all I can do is load it up. I guess you're free to do the details, Grandpa."

At the same time as the words, I could see that the sights of the other generals were right for me. Every time I utter a word from earlier, it's this thing, so I'm strangely uncomfortable.

Karia had to rest, and there was something else she needed to do with Fialert and Eldis, so I couldn't help it. I don't feel comfortable sitting in the Garrison Army alone.

No matter how temporarily you tie your hands together, there is naturally an insurmountable hostility.

And maybe some of these guys were killed by me at the Sanio match. The army at that time, when it came to trooping from the cathedral, probably included garrison soldiers.

I guess that's why Grandpa split his attacker in two.

They and we are different people now. Different ideas, different births, different ideals.

You can wear the same thing. You can do Fu under the crown.

But I can never go along with it. Such differences sprout easily in the worst of situations: battlefields. That's how you ruin everything.

There's no way we can hold hands together because we have the same purpose.

Grandpa opens his mouth with his eyes raised in thin darkness. White teeth were well visible.

"That's right. This guy is already in battle. No matter how dangerous he crushes or crushes, he's bound to come out. Then we'll have to actually look at them and crush them with our own feet."

Shoulder over shoulder, nodding and responding. I didn't know, I rolled the bite cigarette over my teeth.

This is what grandpa does. Then I guess there really wasn't any other hand to hit, any more to hit. If there were, there wouldn't be enough time. All that could be piled up was piled up. This is the limit.

Later, only pray that your ankles are not entangled in the irrational mud.

One of the Garrist generals raised his voice with acknowledgement to Richard as he gazed at the map. He seemed like a troop-length man.

"Battalion captain. As far as you can ask, the range to spread the fire... includes the royal palace"

I could see that a man was trying to keep his mouth shut. Looking at all the Garrist generals collecting their gaze at Grandpa, it seemed that everyone cared but couldn't get it out of their mouth.

Grandpa answered as a matter of course. The mustache at the jaw shakes.

"Never mind. Some of the demons spray fire. They accidentally lit a fire in a conflict, that's what's happening."

Perhaps none of that is the answer a man asked for. That's what Grandpa answered knowingly.

- Is it okay to burn down the royal palace or something? This is probably what the man wanted to ask.

Architecture carefully braided and built with extra years, gold coins, and thus a technological culture. The Royal Palace is now called a masterpiece with the Architectural King ahead.

Do you really burn them? The cause of the man's doubt and hesitation was lucid. Seeing how the non-convinced general was, Grandpa said in a slow tone after blinking his eyes at me for a moment.

"Hey, trooper. Were you at Sanio's?"

Reflectively, my cheeks snap.

How could you choose such a topic, this grandfather? It is well understood that the gaze of the surrounding generals began to turn this way. Because even in the dark, it looks so bad to me.

Yes, and the man responded. Stop it, won't it make you feel extra uncomfortable?

To leave my chest like that, Grandpa puts his hand on the desk and strengthens his gaze. It's like staring at something ahead and trying to kill it. It was close to the appearance of the demon.

Moving his beard wide, Grandpa threw up words.

"Oh, my God, you don't know why we lost."

It was a voice that froze the spine itself in an instant. Grandpa says in a strong tone, not even trying to hide the compression that runs out of his whole body. No, I dare you to do that.

Grandpa said, trying to bite each word off.

For example, what if Garrist and the Cathedral had turned all possible troops to the Sanio match at that time? How would it have been if we had chosen a way to crush the crest religion from its roots while the soldiers were gone?

I don't even have to think about it. No doubt the crest religion would have been a crushing death. Ten thousand at that time was undoubtedly the full force of the crest religion at the time, a situation in which no more blood would even be shed.

So, if we had lost that meeting, the crest would have ended at that point. The army breaks down and the crest teachings lose heart and control. We will never be able to rebuild as an organization again. You must have rolled down to such a point.

Grandpa talks about it, then carries on the words.

"In the end, I was watching sweetly. No garrison, no cathedral. And so am I. That's why I lost. That's why I let him die. I will never forget that mistake under my responsibility. Don't forget you guys."

Grandpa said so in a heavy tone, pointing again to the map on the desk. A finger, which would have been used for a long time, makes a noise and points to the position of the royal palace.

"- Fire upon entering the royal palace. That would suffice if my hands were broken at all. Look, if you guys hesitate for a second, your neighbor will die for it."

They must know that, too. But I guess the situation and the place are the problem.

This place is the capital of kings, even the home of so many human beings. If we were to trample and burn it down, would there ever be any confusion?

At least, it's definitely much more dangerous than me being born and raised in the backstreet. Until the other day, they were the ones to protect us.

The man who asked his grandfather a question nodded with his eyes wide and his teeth bitten for a moment. Until what emotions are there, I can't read them.

I didn't pinch a word while Grandpa was talking. Because there seemed to be no obligation or right to do so.

Later, the details were lightly packed. Even so, we talked about who would use which directions and so on.

As the conversation drew to a close, Grandpa turned his gaze to the other side.

"So, how's it going with the controller Drigman? Did you see the winning eye, Rugis? No, how much was it?"

Remove the damp bite cigarette from your mouth and let it ripple through your lips.

There was a little confusion about how to talk. I was thinking about what words would be best to describe that and then tell the people here.

At least, there's always one thing to tell.

"It remains a legacy of mythology, Grandpa. I won't die if I die. Slash it or burn it, but you can't kill it, and you come back to life. I don't know if I can call myself a demon."

What I have to tell you. That is not accurate information, nor is it an act of force. That overwhelming threat.

authority until the madness I felt then. The way you're going to kill people just because of the pressure of your gaze. If you don't tell him that, when the Drigman guy approaches you, the soldier's legs are bound to snap.

Like a snake kills a frog's movements with its gaze, it is killed motionlessly.

"Besides, as the lieutenant said, he freely distorts the earth even close by. It's like a blessing for spirits and fairies."

Perhaps Drigman and I were originally fairies or elf-like.

I don't know if he became a demon by pouring blood on the Great Demon, or if his qualities fit. But that blessing he used is the same as the one Eldis uses. There is no mistake that the original flow is where it is.

"Hidayama. You can do whatever you want. This is their playground - the winning eye."

Grandpa's eyes look at me. I inherited the words as I stiffened my lips.

"- It's not a monster you can't get close to. That one's bound to die, too. There's no such thing as a guy who doesn't die."

There's nothing to say about it. If we do it well, we can make it in time. Besides, he died once. Then I can kill you.

If I could just do it, I honestly wanted a little more information. Whatever it is, even his original remains unknown.

First that immortality. There is no mistake first of all that you will not die as long as you put your feet on the earth. But not only that, but the first time he broke down the wall, and when he blessed the earth, he grabbed them while they were in a remote land.

What is that? Quite a cheat. In that case, there is little point in making a mistake. If I can imitate that, I'd like to ask you a lesson.

Grandpa nodded lightly, and the words broke off for a moment like that. Everyone uttered no words, it was just between them. One, much younger word rolled in.

"It's not a very nice discussion. A study of how to kill that licking rotten military fairy? Savage, but good. I've thought about it for hundreds of years, too. You don't feel comfortable with him from the beginning, do you? I wonder if the sexual roots are different. I wonder if it's the ideal difference. Well, it's got different roots, so maybe I can't help it."

On the edge of his eyes, he had lightly colored eyes and white hair.