A Wish to Grab Happiness

Puppet city of Philos. That whole thing makes more noise to Russia. Every time time time time passed and the conductors and people went to each other, the degree became greater.

There is only one thing at the root of all that they speak out loud.

- Western invasion of the group of autonomous urban states of the Oriental male Volvato.

The reason and background are unknown. But that was a harsh fact. The Volvato morning is headed by a brave General of Magic, whose sharpened fangs are to be worn into a group of urban states.

Many people talk about why their country is suffering from demonic disasters.

However, the thought is easy if you just look at the situation in other countries. Anyway, this has never happened before.

The Volvato Morning has invaded a group of urban states several times in history in an attempt to expand its dominant area. Sometimes surprise attacks, sometimes with a large number of soldiers.

However, at the expense of the blood of many generals, we have never succeeded in long-term effective control.

One of the factors is that the group of urban states itself is no longer a nation with soldiers, but one that cannot fall cheaply. The other is that the group of urban states was under the influence of the Garrist kingdom.

When the Volvato morning had ambitions for the West, its crushing was crushed by the Garrist kingdom.

Thus now, the threat of the Bolvato clasp garrison kingdom does not exist. Wang Du was devoured by demons and the National Army was forced to retreat far north.

Then there is nothing strange about the Bolvato morning once again raising its ambition. I can even say it's more natural. Because a nation is something that can never stop the ambition of self-enlargement.

Whatever it is, the noise of the city Philos does not show how to stop, and for a while there will be no morning or night. Always the soldiers and the civilians go fast.

In any case, the walled city of Galuamaria and the mercenary city of Belfein, in the group of urban states, are indisputable major strongholds for the crest religion. If you might lose it, you have a sense of crisis, even if it's a commander at the end.

But at least a mercenary named Bruder didn't feel any shards of it. Drop brown hair, pull the hat around and narrow your eyes.

Smooth lips moved beside her and her sister Vestalinu was releasing her words.

"Sounds like another battle. Even in the Volvato morning, I heard that he was under threat from the devil."

Bruder responded to Vestalinu's words as if they were nothing.

"Vess. Once upon a time, there was a country where death row inmates were killed by each other and turned into spectacles. If we lose, we naturally die, if we survive, we kill each other the next day with another death row inmate. And so it went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on,

Bruder's mouth was something he could only show in front of his sister. Once upon a time, when I wasn't named Bruder. Kindness, but a tone with thorns somewhere.

Vesterine pressed her lips open, as she creased out her sister's words.

"Stuck, he said, is what kills others before the raw of a day, even if people know they're going to die sooner or later. Is that what this is about, sister?

Bruder nods affirmatively and cleverly turns the needle at his fingertips. That's what I said again in the Volvato morning.

There is no doubt that they suffered enormous damage before the demon threat. How can you be a magician, from a demon's point of view, you're no different than a normal soldier.

That's how wise they learned. He said it would be wiser to secure a survival zone than to attack another country and be crushed by fighting demons from the front.

I can't read the background to that, but the thoughts would be like that, Bruder said.

But that's not what matters to Blooder. To be honest, the Volvato mornings are coming at us, but no matter how many city states are destroyed, the Blooders are not interested.

No. Rather, there are only two things of interest to her. That is, his sister Vestalinu, and his employer Rugis. Anything else, I don't care. That is why its eyes are slightly shaded.

Bruder understands. In this Volvato morning ambush, he will be driven out again. Because he is heroic. Because he is a strong man. Volvato, that's what they want me to do.

Bruder strengthened his eyelids and grabbed the needle in his hand.

Doesn't this make him look like a crest dog? From right to left, every time there is strife, he adds to my wounds. People talk about it as if it were an honor. For righteousness, for the world, for men. He said it was great.

Bruder did not know and noticed that the area around his chest had heat. The cheeks were distorted as the sword rose.

Everyone says he's a strong man. He said he was a hero with a strong body and spirit.

- Is it true? Isn't it true that nobody is just trying not to look at his weak parts?

My employer pushes forward no matter how much he stops. Like pursuing the ideal figure you should want. Sure, that figure will look strong.

But every time he wounds and bleeds, both flesh and spirit. Pregnant a new wound before the previous wound heals. Still, Jean-Louis can't stop.

Oh, Bruder wonders what's at stake. It's no longer a world of madness. Rugis is stepping into his place. The knight, the sorcerer, the elf and the Virgin just look at the figure in love.

Not with them. They essentially never stop Rugis. Because they are alike again, and their muddy emotions are swirling in their blood.

Then Bruder narrowed his eyes, saying that only he could stop. There was no strength, no wisdom, no blood muscles, nothing. You're nothing but mediocre, and you should be in charge of holding him back.

Because he seems strong and very brittle. You must not run away or drive yourself away, and you just never try to stop walking.

But it's decided to destroy it. If you pass the imposition, the reason doesn't pull in. Sooner or later, the price of that impossibility will be paid.

What will those who called Rugis a hero do then? I'm sure you won't do anything for me. That's what heroes are all about.

The hustle and noise of the surrounding area can be seen in the eyes of Bruder. Among them were those who spoke the name of Rugis. If he were his hero, some would even bounce the Volvato morning, etc.

Bruder felt like pounding his tongue. Indeed, both myself and Vestalinu were saved by him. If it weren't for him, I might not have been in this world anymore.

But that's why I don't want him to get hurt any more. Will this be done, will I be impatient? Bruder didn't get it. But even he has a right to stop walking.

As a result, Bruder didn't know what the world was going to be like.

- You just have to die, such as a world that squanders and continues him.

From the bottom of his mind, Bruder thinks so. Any incontrovertible.

In that way also, my sister Vestalinu, however different in thought, was exactly the same in that regard. Contrary to the abominable blueder, Vesterine opens her lips to pleasure.

But, sister, I think the brittle one is very good, too.

The brittle, the more you want peace. That's how eventually I don't want to let go of it again, and at the end of the day, it's something else I won't see, Vestalinu says.

Bruder nodded as he saw a bunch of Rugis chewing cigarettes. Bruder's bite cigarette, Rugis now had it.

"Right. And if he's fragile, he's broken and broken."

The sound of thirst rang. I don't know if I can. As long as those people are around, I know it's not that cheap. But whatever else you want to do.

"- What will you do then, Vez?

I knew the answer. What the sisters put out in their mouths was the same thing, and that's how the same kind of grin was on both cheeks.