A Wish to Grab Happiness

Over the Kingdom of Garrist.

Looking down on the other side of the crowd, the demon man, the gem Ba-Agatos, let his body follow him as well. stretch out so as to be forgiving while allowing his own flesh to be supported by jewels.

At the end of his gaze was the business of the humans. From far above it only looks to the extent that the bugs are moving, but I still know what they're doing. It would be the reconstruction work of Wang Du, day or night.

How boring it was, Agatos made me think so and pull my eyes out.

The King's capital, which was burned by confrontation with the former demon Drigman and no longer has the shadow to see, is now finally showing a moderate reconstruction by the hands of the humans.

Every day, every day, humans sprang up from somewhere to build a church full of houses. How can we just repeat the same thing? Agatos was really strange.

Neither man nor he has lost his temper when he says he has lost his former glory. Instead, I lost it, which is probably why I was squeezing my temper to get up again.

Initially such a temper would have been nowhere.

Probably their influence, Agatos thinks. Those women who always stand in front of the people and move around as if they forgot to even sleep.

Mattia, the Crest Virgin, that's how the Concubine Princess now behaves as Lord of the King's Capital. Those are the flags and this king's capital is about to regain its shine again.

Again, not sure what a human is, Agatos tilted his neck.

What's the point of such a thing? What is broken once is destined to be broken again. If the demon showed up, he would blow it up overnight in an effort to accomplish reconstruction with all his energy.

Agatos and one of his demons, no matter what. I even believe that as long as the lost magic returns, we can turn this city itself into a beautiful gem.

That way the host Reu would change his mind as well. Besides himself, Agatos knows that many demons are already starting to wake up.

And some of them were more cruel than themselves. It's a much cuter thing, like Drigman and myself.

Given their captivity, it is happier to be with humans as their jewels.

With that in mind, Agatos did his gaze directly below himself. There, as always, a woman with dark hair screaming something out.

Again, Agatos rocked his white hair.

Did she also learn a little trick to run the sky with magic, and gradually the voice was beginning to approach Agatos. In the chest, Reu calls the name of Agatos. He said he noticed without being told.

Agatos sighed loudly, taking himself down altitude to pick up his dark hair. When I hold him in my hollow body, Agatos looks at him and says, "My black eyes are blind." She seemed slightly out of breath.

"You, hey! How long are you gonna be up there? You promised to give her some rest."

Agatos had an imagination that this was the case. Points your lips and returns the words.

"Um, hey, I've told you many times. I'm a jewel. Is it easier to tell you guys that you're demons? I'm not tired or dying because of this. Dining is a hobby area, as long as you have magic. I can't do it with you weak people. Do you understand?"

Even if Reu's body is human, the interior is no longer replaced by something different. If the strong and the weak mix together, the weak are strong in nature.

Leu's skin no longer makes sense either if the sharpness of the sword does not prevail, nor does the half-breed sorcery. If Agatos is not conscious and leaves Leu's soul behind, it will also be possible to become a complete demon.

It was therefore the moment when Fialert tried to say something again to Agatos, who told him that there was no need to eat or rest.

Agatos opens his own eyes. That's how he held his hand strongly holding nature and fialert. There are signs of saliva crawling up my throat.

Nasty, very, very nasty wind sounded.

- Agatos' soul felt an abominable roar. Imagined on the lid are the dehumanization of ruin, the Great Devil Vrilligant.

The least awake being for Agatos sounded awake. Regardless, deep down in my heart, I understood that this time would come at some point.

Either way, even Zebrellis, the former spiritual god, is now descending again into this earth. Then it is not strange that Vriligant, who once named God in the sky, opened his eyes as well.

Probably serving him, poison and gear are back. I think Agatos, flushing something cold down his forehead.

Hold it more and more, no.

Vrilligant, that is how the demons under his command are clearly hostile to humans. That would eat and kill humans more aggressively and destroy them that way.

Vrilligant on Zebrellis. That's how the demons are. We will no longer have a human state for that long than they have manifested. As it once was, there comes a time when, as it should be, the champion of the continent becomes demonic.

But Agatos couldn't figure out why that woman - the human hero Altia - would forgive it. It should be that woman who is now controlling her witchcraft and gripping its roots. Both Zebrellis and Vrilligant were supposed to have their souls gripped by Altia.

That's it. How could I be allowed to manifest myself?

To the best of Agatos' knowledge, Altia once crushed the godlined and demonic nature with her own companions. He fought for the dignity and freedom of mankind, spitting out blood and whimpering many times, undoubtedly to save mankind. That's why I became a human myth.

How can the woman now unleash the formerly hostile great demons, the demons? I can't imagine Agatos there.

In a way, a demon named Agatos is helplessly pure. Cuddle up what is dear, and chew up what is hateful.

Just as a drop of dirt is not allowed on a beautiful gem, she has no cloudiness. Therefore, she could never understand the two-sided nature that others possess, now or ever.

Agatos says as he leans his face down. Second, I had something in mind.

"... fialert. If that's the case, where have you been? Your connection. He's the human hero now, isn't he? I'd like to know what a human hero thinks."

Connect. For a moment when they said that, Fialert looked like she didn't know what she was talking about.

After a moment like that, he opens his eyes and makes another loud noise as he dyes his cheeks just a little. I wonder what upsets me. Are you going to be less connected now?

After all, Agatos pointed his lips just because he didn't know the microscopic nature of the human mood.

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South from the Garrist King's capital Archet, the puppet city of Philos.

The rebellion by the veteran Salenio, and his proximity, was experiencing complete silence. Salainio, which should be the flag, is doomed, and Rugis and Kalia return to the city of Philos. The ambush by the rebels lost its advantage by Largud-Ann's plot.

No longer have the power or will to fight the rebels alone, and in history the impending rebellion to the throat of the city Philos is treated as suppressed at this point.

But for those of us who live now, it can't all be solved. Disposal of the main rebel forces, handling of soldiers and the future restructuring of the organisational structure. There are numerous challenges left in crest teaching. Some say that ex-post processing is the real war.

That's how this was also, perhaps, one end of post-processing. Largd-Ann quietly turns her eyes next to her, feeling something stuck on her cheek.

Rugis, with his cheeks flanked, turned away from his gaze.

"The Hero Hall...? I'm glad you picked me up, but this is... what...?

I couldn't help but notice that the hunting colors were stuck in the words. No, it's more like having feelings for not using direct language. Ann looked directly at the situation again as she suppressed her trembling lips.

In front of the castle gate of Philos, the city, they were there, stiffening those who stood there.

He wields a great sword of black scarlet as he seeps through enough killing intentions to distort one or the space, and shines a magnificent black foot without swaying yet under one or the other.

Heroic shielded Kalia and Elizardo are the fighters Tersarat-Rwana. They confront each other with an unparalleled amount of martial arts, somehow wielding the will to kill.

No, actually, Ann knew why.

Rugis greeted Ann when Ann persuaded the enemy camp to go to Philos, the city.

I also thought that rushing as soon as possible was not trustworthy. Still, Ann doesn't feel bad either. Doesn't it mean that you are at least conscious to the extent that you can be guided to life by the Lord Hero? He also said that he would welcome me from time to time.

Oh, I suppose so. Rarely did the Lord Hero show such a bare gesture of care, which must have been the first omen.

Seeing what Rugis looked like, Ann also exhaled with relief for a moment. I was feeling the spirit that was tightening, loosening up lightly.

As if he had poked between them, Tersalat beside him called Rugis's name. Mouth it as if it were a sign of respect. As it was, he embraced his whole body.

Naturally, there was a Kalia beside Rugis who could be described as a shield or a pocket blade.

I didn't want Anne to remember anything after that either.

Ann keeps staring at Rugis as she asks. Rugis said as he perceived he would do so.

"... ok. It's my fault. Okay, I get it."

Ann nodded contentedly to Rugis, who said so and exhaled loudly. This is the first thing I was shown when I was reunited, even though it was a life-saving one.

Just a little, you can make it mean. Ann held her lips up as she loosened her cheeks.