A Wish to Grab Happiness

Numerous islands lying west of the Garrist kingdom.

In this area, each of the islands forms a nation, and the nations form an alliance to create a Western Union Lower.

All the men of the Western Union who gave birth to the first human king, Medic, are proud and do not do good to bend their faith. For this reason, it was also an area under the influence of the Catholic Church, while remaining rich in many folk beliefs.

In the past, both the Garrist kingdom of the east and Elizaldo of the southeast have competed for victory, but we have not yet been able to get that leg to the continent, and Lower has not been able to escape the status of Western ruler.

But in a way, fortunately, the impact should have been minimal in this catastrophe.

If the catastrophic existence of a demon is not even born and fallen within an island nation.

We met when half of the archipelagic states had already shed all their blood and meat on the invasion of the demon Borgon. Arueno, the Holy Virgin of the Catholic Church - Altia was speaking to the people in a loud voice at the Great Temple of Lore.

The golden hair and the way she shakes her eyes can only be described as trance itself, attracting everyone's gaze, she says.

"Let us rare the salvation. God will never abandon man. Lead the hero and save the earth with his protectors -"

That was a singing narrative. The pleasant melody melts into your chest like water and invades your heart.

What the people leaked in the wake of Altia's words was not like frenzy or praise. It's just that everyone quietly wishes for salvation in front of her and wants happiness. Hands together, doing nothing, just praying.

The demon invasion took the ancestral lands, killed their parents, devoured their children, and their lovers ravaged. I don't even know tomorrow's life now that I'm a refugee.

Everyone mourns, everyone goes mad. The spirit can no longer be normal. The Virgin said to save them like that.

"- Just a quiet blessing. If I may, I wish everyone the greatest happiness."

Everyone was immersed in that voice that made them even feel brilliant anymore. There is nothing to raise your voice to, just a prayer to the Virgin. Perhaps even consciousness is obscured already.

Altia lifts her lips slightly to her satisfaction and returns her heels. The necessary pilgrimage does not mean that we have extra time. There are as many things you have to do. I want to hit the stone floor of the Great Temple with my feet, following the two diocesan knights.

The next moment, Altia lifted her eyelashes tingly. My emotions disappear from my golden eyes to an unnoticed extent around me.

I pounded in my chest and my voice sounded.

Sometimes it's unusual. I can't believe you're surprised. Yeah, I don't mind. '

In his own dependence, he was the voice of his family, Arueno, the Lord with the sacramental body. Rather, to this time now, she is the only one who speaks so effortlessly knowing who Altia is.

Her soul is with herself and she still maintains that consciousness strong. I was going to have you sleep for a while now. Unlike what I once saw, my self seemed much darker.

Altia replied as she nodded with her eyes that made her emotions zero and corrupt, only to be passed on to Arueno.

"I'm surprised, too, Arueno. I didn't think the world was asleep to be surprised."

Altia gently tightens her lips as she walks forward.

Now I have a better message than a demon. Through that vision Altia sees the end of one old man.

A crest believer who refused to gain power and foolishly lost his chance to gain life. That in itself is not so much a surprise.

Human beings are things that always have stupidity and recklessness. It's common to lose sight of the truth and throw happiness into the ditch yourself. If he is a heathen, he will sometimes jump himself from the Book, which is salvation.

The reason why Altia was supposed to raise her eyebrows was not in that fact, but in the words unleashed by the old man.

- I'm not desperate for shards! I'm sorry to hear that. The gods the world created. Humans are not as ignorant as lambs at all times!

Altier's fingertips gently circle and shake the universe.

The words that came up by accident were a little too much. It's as if that old man had felt the first myth, the primary cause of the world.

Just an old man. Altia narrows her eyes as she asks herself.

In the world he once saw, he should have been nothing but a man of no descent. With the crushing of the crest, he disappeared, leaving his name in the history books, without affecting the world.

Souls are not far from heroic braves, such as exquisite braves. Is it true that such presence, albeit to a degree of fragmentation, has led to the world? Is such a thing possible?

The doubts are endless, but the truth no longer vanished with dust. There is no point in thinking about it. One thing is for sure, he was right to kill him.

If that old man had arrived at the first myth itself and tied it to Oufr's family, Rugis.

It was a little troublesome. Just that.

"It should still be done and we will return to the cathedral early. Good, both of you."

Whatever it is, I don't have time for all that language. Altia had a lot to do.

To evoke his soul still asleep at the bottom of this great temple of Lore, and thus to make this body a complete thing as a sacred body.

In that way, above all, it also had to consist of crushing the crest religion from its roots. With this case, Altia becomes convinced.

After all, crest doctrine is too dangerous.

Reveal good things even if you don't know them, and then push yourself to ruin. It's like a desire for self-destruction itself. Is Ouffle letting them go after finding out everything?

I don't care if you're ignorant and helpless with humans, you don't have to face misery. Despair is good. Altia tolerates that.

Anyway, there is a lot of despair in this world.

No justice or crazy effort makes any sense. No matter how noble the heroes are, the brave ones are like those who exist to be crushed and crushed.

No, with heroes and braves. How much can you do? They and the mediocre carry their expectations, they can only keep their whole lives dragging their unbearable burdens.

And so he made something out of terrible hardship and all sorts of hardship. Sooner or later it will always be lost. As my empire once vanished.

Then you'd better not stand up to anything. Let us give salvation, ignorant, without despair or knowing anything. That's happiness. Because if you get the knowledge, people are bound to be unhappy.

After speaking, Altia turns her heels back and stares at the two diocesan knights. Two pairs of eyes showed their consent slightly late.

"... I will fulfill any number of my duties as a diocesan knight, Princess Sing. That's why I'm here."

Garras-Gargantia speaks in a carefree tone as she shows her deep red spear. I guess he has a slightly flashy look on his face because of his considerable dissatisfaction with what he is doing now.

For him who wanted the Supreme Knight, the present situation, in which the pilgrimage of the Virgin must take precedence over saving a people afflicted by the demonic menace, is too complicated.

If there had been no direct request from the Virgin, he must have sat in the Cathedral, not here, facing the Warcraft disaster.

Garrus exhales small, shifting his gaze from the Virgin to stare at another diocesan knight. He with the same golden eyes and hair color as the Virgin.

The golden eyes open strong. The left eye, which was once supposed to have been lost, did exist now.

- Demon Man. Savior Hert-Stanley nodded as his eyes darkened.

"Yes, Arueno the Virgin. If what this world needs is only justice and good deeds. I'll make it."

Called the Virgin, she was just smiling lightly at the way it looked.