A Wish to Grab Happiness

Archet, a demonic reigning city. Palace of kings.

At the throne of the royal palace, where his rightful master had lost it, the controller Drigman stared at a piece of the ring. My body is letting me sit on the chair and my fingertips feel the heat of treasure.

A magic apparatus once given to me by the Spirit God Zebrellis. The embodiment of a myth that can be called divinity itself.

Containing a miracle that only dominates mankind and its subspecies, its ring continues to glow unchanged from the past. Except for the loss of that half.

Drigman opens his eyes with anger that burns his chest and conceived pure amazement. In front of me, it didn't seem to be realistic that this ring was divided.

When the impossible is happening in front of you. Everyone wonders what kind of reaction they should have. Should I be surprised or confused? What a strange thing Drigman's mood was.

But, well good. All of this will eventually go back to one.

Drigman felt that the body of the ring was approaching him without resting now.

There is a curse on the ring. A spell once entangled with the death of the flesh while it was taken away by Altia.

This ring is destined to come back to you. Whatever happens, you can't change your destiny once it's fixed.

When Drigman finally slipped the ring in with a stiff face, Verg, the warcraft with the lower body of the horse, struck his hoof and opened his mouth. Apparently he kept waiting until his Lord restored his peace.

"At the same time as the sunrise, humans outside the city are both small but have launched an offensive. The soldiers are already on their way and ready to respond. Is the response possible enough t"

Answer Verg's hissing voice, yeah, that's it, bite it off, and then Drigman goes on to say it. At least to Verg, that didn't sound like remembering the crisis, it sounded like he was speaking emotionally.

"Humanity has grown stronger. You deserve some amazement."

To be honest with that word, Verg was stuck with the answer to return. Should I say yes, or should I kick my armor sleeve and say yes?

Seeing Verg the unusual look on the face of the beast, Drigman seeped bitter laughter and said he was sorry to bother him before continuing his words.

"It's something that's really toughened up, its soul, not its body. Once upon a time, I never imagined the creation of a man who would lead the army and stand up to its demonization."

A time when demonization was once free-standing the earth. By then, of course, no one could even think of things on their own to lead the army.

They were livestock for demonization, toys and sometimes food. Everyone had accepted that. Most humans would never have thought about rebelling against witchcraft.

Naturally, it is taken away and abused, and the demonic side understands that doing so is a natural behavior.

In such a time of peace and happiness for everyone, there was only one human being who took weapons and cast witchcraft and showed his fangs to witchcraft. Only that woman, as if she had been guided by the divine will, had knelt down all her demonization and built and displayed the myth of humanity.

- Humanity hero Altia.

Drigman distorts his eyebrows as he groans the name of an abominable woman in his chest. That's how I sighed trying to spit out every emotion that came out of it.

There are so many things I don't want to leave behind. To reach Altier's neck, he had to overcome all difficulties and defeat the human species. This is only a prelude to a long journey.

"Their bellies are readable. Daimyo, the people who are making a scene outside would be Yang Mo. Always have a separate team to put out their legs. I think I told you to raze the city and shake it up."

Verg nodded slightly in response to Drigman's words. He couldn't even tell if it was right, but he trusted Drigman to an honest and acceptable extent.

"Shredding one by one. You lead the troops, Verg. To do so is like harassment. Keep it down to a point where there's no confusion for everyone."

He answers his husband's words as he rattles his horse's hoof, and that is how Verg also opens his mouth accordingly.

"Yes, I did. Then, Lord Controller, I will prepare a soldier. You're the only one they're after."

Yang Moving and Separate Moving Squad. If they are available, the extent to which humans think and think could also be inferred from Verg. Instead, though wisdom may just be strangely turning around while I'm under this master.

The clogged humans are trying to kill this long-lasting demon somehow.

I understand that is not possible. But it is not necessarily in the unlikely event that both human beings abhor the plot and do not wound their masters. Plus, there's the other demon who spit out blood and forced him to run away.

Then at least this royal palace, which is too conspicuous, should leave.

It has a structure that is easier to protect than other buildings, but it makes less sense to keep sitting here than many soldiers pay.

That's what Drigman said in a hard voice against Verg, who moves his hooves.

"- I won't do that. I intercept part of a separate team here. Verg, I won't allow you to go to the royal palace with anyone. Only suppress what you try to raze the city into a prank."

That being said, Verg could not honestly nod to Drigman's words for the first time. Because I didn't understand what that meant.

But Drigman's words only had the force of not letting him say yes or no. A crisp look looks at Verg with a strong expression. There were naturally no colors there that I joked about.

Why? The enemy is clearly targeting the core demon on this side.

Then all you have to do is use the soldiers to break the path to where it is, or mess it up so you can't snipe it. If time passes, it will be in his favor.

It doesn't make sense to get into the other party's palm and intercept yourself. Then just put the opponent on the diagram. Desperately holding on to a word that seemed to zero out of his tongue, Verg asked only why in a small voice.

Drigman slightly distorted his lips and said that's the first time you've asked me why.

"... the throne here is for Zebrellis, the Spirit God. You can't take this away from her to regain her sanity."

That being said, Drigman's voice color did not contain much heat. Verg sounded like the reason I had created it for this time now.

Anyway, I'm sure Drigman had a kind of magic mechanism in place here, but none of it is as easy for both humans to cut off. Even if it was temporarily stepped in, what would be the glitch? There will be some concern that the humans will not vandalize the royal palace.

So Verg thought that perhaps the next thing was fate.

"Besides, there are gems. She curses herself for once deciding not to bend. That's how it happened once, and she can't change it with every event in the world. Because jewellery is everything. Therefore, more than once hostile, it will only end when I or she dies."

- That's how the gem Ba-Agatos is famous against the majority, against the army. Excellent at killing more. If there were soldiers, they would only die for that amount.

That's what Drigman said, lifting the glass he had on hand and putting it on his lips. Finally, Verg sees what the Lord is about to say.

Moment after moment, Verg was reflexively opening his mouth. The roar of the Warcraft strokes the royal palace.

"Lord Controller. It's... no, I'm not afraid of losing my life. If that's a meaningful death, it's even worse! Face pale cowardice and other things who would hold it together ca!

Verg says to emphasize that that's what warcraft is, and that's what denialism is all about. I could see my eyes pulling out more than I could possibly have in my previous lifetime. I couldn't go against my husband's words directly, but I could only do that.

Drigman says without changing his expression, but with a slight transformation of his voice color.

"Thank you. Your words are an unparalleled honour to me. But Verg. Your orders will remain unchanged."

The voice had the momentum to shatter their words. There was even an unacceptable authority that floated from its wax.

"I can only be a controller wherever I go. So, more than that, I have a duty to control you correctly. If the jewels come here, I will not die. But you die. [M] Even if you forgive it, I will never forgive you."

I won't tell you twice. You do your duty, Drigman said. Verg hit his hoof on the floor three times though. I didn't say anything anymore. I drooled my head and followed the word of the controller.

Only the edge of the subordinate was there, which was exchanged in silence. Drigman put his lips on the glass again and was narrowing his eyes.

That's how I felt a crack in the ring closer to the royal palace.