A Wish to Grab Happiness

The heart of the Garrist kingdom, the King's capital Archet, was supposed to be the castle and throne of the king's residence, if it were meant to be.

But now there is no shadow to see it. The place painted on coal and ash could not even feel the lingering fragrance of former glory and glory.

The king is no longer in the king's capital. Therefore, the people look up to Fu Qijing relatively safely in the outhouse. It's a temporary throne set up there.

The sedentary body threw itself through the green toned noble clothes and opened its lips with natural behavior.

"I don't like it. I'm not taking the reins right now. Well, that's something I could have said. It's like a different place."

Ball Phyllos-Treit. Concubine princess. That's what she was called, she kicked over the words of an aristocrat who bows herself before her eyes.

The man strokes his chin beard, saying that there is no island to attach it to. The man pulled the words in once and turned his tongue like that.

"But the princess. The people of the Wang capital are now finally getting their daily lives back, and that is how they are waiting for a new Lord. Like trees, branches won't grow without roots. Your inheritance of the Garrison, along with your original name, will lead to peace for the people."

In a low, calm voice, the man says most likely. A discouraged voice is what an educated man as a nobleman has.

The man's name is Biomondol-Gagari. He was one of the quickest highest-raising aristocrats to take on Philose-Trait, and that's how he was a man of great merit.

Even in the battle for the recapture of the King's capital, he is the only one who dares to advance the soldiers where the other nobles were.

This is why we are now able to exchange words with Philos while keeping our eyes close. He was precisely one of the meritorious men who led Philos to the throne.

Biomondor talks by cleverly moving the mustache that he had stored in his mouth and jaw.

"Princess, I want you to make a decision."

Philos takes the word and says it with his shoulders floating aloft.

"I wonder how many kings in the past have worn the crown without choosing time and place and were to be immediately brought down to the ground by their necks, Lord Biomondor? I guess that's just what I say when I choose the time and place."

Choose, when it comes to. Yes, when Biomondor returns it, Philos returns it when it is decided. One-eyed glasses floated to fry and its body, representing the emotions of her husband.

"I can't be crowned without being in front of a hero. You're not the only one who put me on the throne. Who saved the people by freeing the King's capital?

Who can sit on the throne without him? Philos wraps his green clothes around beautifully, smiling and saying. Biomondor accidentally glanced at his eyes and wrinkled between his brows. He clearly looked confused.

One of the reasons why Biomondor can't be born in the center is that he doesn't like to hide his expression despite being aristocratic.

Neither does Biomondor know what Philos is saying.

You already know that there are heroes who have murdered the people of the king's capital and the demons who have tormented them, and have thus driven away the demonic ones.

It is no longer a symbol of salvation and peace. Demon killer. In the vortex of catastrophe, the significance of these two names is too great.

If we were to do the reign anyway, one option was to use the hero as a sword that would greatly lift the throne.

Nevertheless, it is certain that this is the time to decide the eyes of a living horse. More than Philos officially does not wear the crown, now the crown is in that northern king.

If you say so, the Biomondors today were just the heads of the rebels. Nothing but spearing at the king, such as holding the princess without the king's word.

But now is the time. Only at this time when the king has abandoned the king's capital and the princess has recaptured the king's capital will a slight orthodoxy roll into Philos' hands.

Once the crowning ceremony had taken place, it was well thought that the opportunist regional nobles would also be on Philos' side. A crown is just something that has power.

That's why Biomondor can't hide his anxiety. I don't know when that fleeing king will come back this way. In that case, you will be sent to the execution bench for your own personal origin and other dreams.

Besides, there were other concerns. Yes, when Biomondor came to mind, his voice rang.

"- Apparently, that is no longer the case, Sir Biomondor"

Biomondor flicks his face and glances at his voice. The meritorious man who led him to the throne to Philos, one of whom was there.

Virgin Mattia of the Crest. She floats her long hair in the universe and says in a well-sounding voice. Every move at its fingertips looked sophisticated.

"There was a preaching earlier, the west march of the Volvato morning. I got confirmation with the indisputable fact. In a few days, you'll be breathing in the areas controlled by the city state."

Biomondor, that's how everyone, including Philos, felt the air getting tighter. Everyone remembers the sweaty feeling. For a moment, words were lost from the spot.

Mattia continues her words and opens her mouth so that she can force herself to take the air.

Every city state sends a messenger to the Volvato army, and no one returns. They just advance the soldiers. Dialogue was also a situation in which nothing had happened.

The city state side is also working together to consolidate its defenses, but it is unclear how long it will hold up against its Volvato morning elite opponents. I hope that both the Warcraft will attack them in the snow of death.

"The number is eight thousand magic armored soldiers - the leader of the general is with Mastigious. It must be a heavy load for a city state."

"Eight thousand! Plus, Mastigious! Then we have more than twice as many regular soldiers! You abandoned the protection of the state while they were attacking you!

Open your mouth as if Biomondol represents your chest intact. His expression rushed to amazement and agitation, and he seemed unable to figure out how to move.

Mattia, on the other hand, leaked her exhale, and that's how she calmed her voice down as much as she could.

"Fortunately, we hear that the Garrist National Army of the North is sewn into the presence of the Great Demon Zebrellis, that's how the Demon Man is. Then we should fight the Volvato, Princess."

That's what they call a princess, and Philos tilts his eyes uncomfortably. The same goes for being unfamiliar with being called, but what a strange feeling it felt to be called that way by Mattia, who had always been next door and treated equally.

But that's what it meant to be taken. Philos swallows everything and raises his chin.

"You must have an idea, Virgin Mattia. Anyway, I'd love to hear that God is watching."

Philos says naturally. Philos had never seen this Virgin mourn so much that she did not know what to do.

Perhaps in her head, it's not even temporary to stop thinking. Next, again, and again, do not stop the vortex of thought. Perhaps that's what the Seal Virgin had to be.

Mattia nods and says pale.

"One is to concentrate our forces in the crest-based walled city of Galuamaria and intercept enemy soldiers from the front."

The walled city of Gallu Amalia boasts extra robustness within the group of urban states.

As long as we concentrate our supplies and forces here, even if the Volvato elites strike like locusts, the formula is unbearable.

The more you endure, the more time you will be on your side to push your back, and the falling death and snow will withdraw your enemy soldiers.

A seemingly useful strategy, but there were plenty of problems.

First and foremost, the majority of Garouamaria's crest instructors were deserted by the earlier crest civil unrest. The current troop holdings are minimal.

Whether you are forced to pour in the number of soldiers and supplies from now on, the crest principals are in this king's capital. This way, there are soldiers to defend the vicinity of Wangdu.

In short, there are not enough soldiers or supplies. It will only be possible when soldiers and supplies are collected so successfully from the surrounding city states.

Mattia adds that, while putting another measure on her lips.

That's how, for a moment, I closed those lips. Mattia's eyes open unexpectedly. Words that should have come out of my mouth smoothly until earlier on were now felt strangely stiff.

Mattia knew what was causing it. One person comes to mind behind the lid.

- What the hell does he say?

I'm sure I'm afraid. Mattia's fingertips fluttered unknowingly.

If this measure has materialized and become a reality. Perhaps he will hate me?

Mattia heard her heart beat painfully. That's definitely my ringing. Something is about to seep into my eyes.

Mattia thought it was impossible to be the Virgin of the Crest. To intelligence, reason and intention, that's what you should believe. Even so, I don't want to say it because someone might hate me.

It's unusual, it's humiliating, what a pity.

Mattia said, squeezing out her voice as she put her fingertips on her forehead.

"... the other is that we will be based here in Wang Du and ready for battle while the Volvato dynasty is stripping fangs to the group of city states. This is where the enemy's front has expanded, and for the first time, we're sending soldiers out of here."

Realistic would be this way. Mattia says with trembling comfort.

I'm not here, the figure of my hero, who would now be in the city of Philos, was past my brain. Gyu and Mattia grabbed the gold ring at hand.