A Wish to Grab Happiness

Around the exterior wall of the King's Capital of Garrist. Garrist and crest armies, that's how the unmistakable battle of demonization roared.

Blood pollutes the white earth, and flesh bounces with heat. Daily tea meals on the battlefield.

In that battlefield, where men and demon armies meet their fangs, it was the demonic army that prevailed. Demonization is number and inferior. Every single one of them is a mass of threats. There is no such thing as a man who can triumph relative by himself. The power of Kobolt is much stronger than that of man. Logo's skin is stronger than rocks.

It can't be outnumbered, and humans can't easily prevail. It seemed like a nightmare of bad nature itself for both demons to march on eating humans and stepping on blood.

- Doo, Ng.

In the middle of a nightmare, the sound blew up. A roar that shakes your guts and punches your skin directly.

They are not magical sounds. rougher and more violent than that. At the same time as the roar, the Virgin Mattia saw blood explode at the end of her distant sight. A slight wave of agitation is spreading through the Demon Army.

Mattia then raises the spear heavenly high to indicate the signal. Put aside a few moments and a violent roar rang twice. Every time, blood seeps into the Demon Army. The momentum of the enemy, like the Fire, was weakened.

"... this is the one I hid in Garrist called a hand tag? It's a big revelation. It's not that noisy."

By the Virgin Matthia, Philose-Treit said, frowning and suppressing his ears. Though bravely wrapped with leather armor and sword, its expression is somewhat stiff.

After all, the guy who said it smelled like a battlefield seemed unwieldy to her skin. Your lips also look crooked.

Mattia puts her arms down and says as she sees the march of a crest instructor under her eyes.

"Yeah. I'm just ejecting big stones with the momentum that exploded things. It would be rare."

Stone cannon. Stuff a cannon made of iron with big stones and eject it with the explosive power of scratch-gathered gunpowder. To be honest, the outbursts of gunpowder and the smoke you spit out are not troublesome, nor are they cheaply made. Tilt your neck if you ask if it is useful.

But when you have something you don't know, it's not bad to hustle around. There are also collaborative local nobles on this battlefield. They should be very proud of their strength.

Seeing the Sanio match with both of its eyes, Mattia came to one understanding.

Several heroes existed in that meeting, but among them Mattia looked out for the violent battlefield magic of Fialert.

The battlefield that was in Matthia's chest up to where it came from was where man and man meshed spears and swords together to determine the female male.

It is never a place to be unilaterally dismissed. There was blood and flesh, and there was a tactic of intelligent meshing.

But how about a fialert array? An overwhelming outrage that no longer makes sense, such as tactics. So is Kalia's rigidity, and so is Eldis's spell. That fang doesn't allow it to mesh too sharply.

Mattia guessed that day. We may no longer stand together on the battlefield. A battlefield is a place where an overwhelming storm could be just a rush away.

Then whatever you sacrifice, you must have that storm in your hands. What you can do will hold the battlefield in your hands.

"That sounds painful to my ears. How long will this last?

"I'm done. Because it's not so user-friendly."

Nevertheless, it was finally this stone cannon that made us read through several literature and finally built it with the material cooperation of the Garrist nobility. I just picked up something that was thrown away as a magician and possible alternatives, even though it was proposed in the past.

And it sucks to be user-friendly. Fire big stones once in the stone cannons that can be built now. When you finish spitting out the stone, the heat builds up and you can't move much, and it's often damaged. If I say degraded magic, it will be until then.

Still, it makes sense. There must be. Shape the accumulated knowledge and form the path of the crest. That's what crest teachings are all about.

- Always show it beyond demons with wisdom. That's mild, too.

A man who says Mattia can say so as a fanatic of wisdom. That's what I believe deep down in my heart that I can dive through with wisdom, no matter all the difficulties.

That's the same thing as his administration. Mattia says as she lightly grips the golden crest embedded in her thin fingers. The violent noise is finally over.

"Now I'm done cutting the bills. After that, do as you're supposed to do."

The only thing after this is how to win the Demon Army and enter the King's Capital that way. I hit my hand. Then there is no longer any other way but to work hard.

Mattia tilts the spear gently, keeping it across the horse. A flag flying by the crest army was visible in the offensive. But that's also a momentum that will fly away if you blow it a little. Only then will I have to step in directly and inspire myself.

That's what a Virgin means to be a flag. Mattia turns her gaze to Philos by her side for a moment. The face was still frozen.

When Mattia called the name as she whispered, Philos replied by biting her lips.

"It's okay. I know you don't, but I've never won one of these battlefields. Even Sanio would have been that unusual. I wish I hadn't rolled over to the bad luck of me."

With indisputable self-derision, Philos said. Hearing her rare weakness, Mattia perceives it in her chest.

Behind Philos' lid, there is probably a defeat in Sanio, followed by the revolt of the Roseaux. It becomes an invisible hammer and is bracketed around her hands and feet.

Defeat beats men to the bottom of the earth with ease. So much so that I don't think I can stand up anymore. No, maybe humans who can stand up with it are more rare.

Mattia thinks it's not weak or strong anymore, it's something of a born nature. Let the crests also have those who can fight and those who cannot. There naturally exist those who can rise and those who cannot.

Mattia opened her mouth, closing for a moment and getting lost in words. Philos is the one who moves forward. But now she has something black in her belly. If she speaks poorly, she'll move on with swallowing something extra.

That's not good.

What would he say? After thinking of that, Mattia opened her mouth again.

"... any human has never won before. Philose-Trait"

Nature and that's how you leak the word. Mattia felt her strength fall out of her shoulders.

Yes. It was just a lifetime of running away and hiding until I grabbed a victory in the walled city of Gallu Amalia with myself. The days of enduring the stones of persecution, sneaking eyes and managing to eat raw. Still, I had to face it.

Because I am the Virgin. Even at the expense of this self, I had to keep running until I got the victory.

That's how I'm here now. Mattia breathes hard.

"If you continue to lose, it was for today. To decorate the day with a crown of victory and glory."

Matia continues, trying to superimpose Philos with her former self. I could see something hot passing my throat. Grasp the horse's reins.

"In the Wang capital, Rugis will be waving his sword for our victory. He's stepping through some kind of recklessness again. Without even listening to people. Then we have a duty to fight for his victory - or are you sure it's just a decoration, Philose-Trait?

Philos slightly distorted his eyes at the words, and so lit the heat and opened his mouth. It was as if something heavy tangled between his hands and feet had blown up somewhere.

"- A joke. I'm not that convenient of a person, am I? Be prepared."

Philos said with a grin that included a plot, like he showed Rugis.