A Wish to Grab Happiness

Thread a slight scent through your nostrils as you put the chewing tobacco on your teeth. The air was damp or even the smell was watertight.

The streets you can see at the end of your gaze have completely covered your skin with dead snow in the last few days, erasing the signs that Salenio has taken his soldiers.

The streets with little carriage access were quiet, as if the space itself had fallen asleep.

Far beyond that, long before the streets, it was as if he did not know that the Volvato army was ringing its boots.

Volvato morning western expedition. Its ambitions, which have been cultivated repeatedly in history, were waved down at the worst possible time: in the midst of a catastrophe.

The Great Demon and the Demon are threatened and put in a crisis of survival as human beings, but it is only then that they will pursue their land of peace. Even if the moment when you are decapitated is only slightly stretched ahead.

Excellent. Excellent and human. Once upon a time, maybe the Volvato morning had the same ambition.

It's just that there were some factors that didn't get transferred to execution.

Even so. I didn't last time. I was there this time. The factors that were not made last time are no longer known, but the factors that were made this time are no longer self-evident. I can't even look away.

I did something myself. Even if I think it's something I've done well myself, the thing of being a pride always gives me a voice later.

If that's how the rust came out of me, I guess it's naturally my job to remove it.

Pull the horse's reins in front of the castle gate of the puppet city of Philos. Paint it on the dead snow outside. The green uniform was strangely warm, even though it seemed like a silver monochrome.

Under his eyes, Largdo-Ann was busy raising his voice. From the horse's point of view, the little girlfriend looks as small as an extra turn.

"Hall of Heroes. Virgin Mattia is hoping for a triumph over the King's capital! The princess says you can only reign if you return."

He had a hard voice. I told him I knew what I was going to say and what words I was going to get back, even though I ran out of words.

Boulder, we've only known each other for a long time. I suppose it would be nice if I didn't say so, but I guess that's not the case with Ann's character either.

I let the chewing cigarette out of my mouth and moved my lips smoothly. I've already decided what to say.

"I'm going to King's Landing. But it would be nice to stop by. Humans, you can't just walk the straight path."

With that said, Ann lowers both eyebrow butts and stretches her expression. I'd like to say something, but I can't, I'm forcing myself to bite to death. Such a sad face.

I want you to stop. I feel like I'm doing something terrible. Slightly distorting his vision, his familiar voice slaps his ear. The voice is full of confidence everywhere.

In a way, it was a reassuring voice.

"Ann, don't waste it. There are those who can hear things, even if they have ears, and those who cannot. You must be aware of Rugis or something."

Karia said as she wrapped up the silver hair in the second room, she just said that she was looking through everything. You seem a little good at why. Silver eyes were shaking with frying.

It's so heartless that you can't put it all into words. Karia would be a character that no one would ever hear. How many times have you listened to me?

But for what? Ann, it seems that Kalia's words made more sense. I let my nose stand still and opened my eyes to contain my emotions.

"... the Volvato army is with more than 30,000 large armies. If there are some magic armored men, we can say that we are infusing them with as much force as we can wield at this time."

Magic armored soldiers. Volvato Morning's pride of demonic madness. Everyone and he are a soldier wearing a substitute even called a magic tool, a secret miracle.

The magician has spent a long time and living spells - the magic tricks, the secrets that are so refined and built that they are called curses. If it becomes something denser, that's all it takes to get out of the door. It seems to be the greatest family heirloom for a magician.

But it was a great thing because the state led the way in building it, giving it to soldiers and making it a tool of war. Is there such a place as Long Live the Magic Nation?

Because it's such a substitute, a magic armored soldier is more vicious than a cavalry in one of them. Maybe the tank that let him pull with a few horses was still better. According to what I hear, they let even Oki pull it off easily?

If that's going to count and be poured from next to next, it would be exactly the nightmare itself.

The outer walls don't make sense, they just smash like infantry or something funny. Though 30,000 in numbers alone, you should consider it worth more than that if you think about it in terms of strength.

"Probably not unbearable in a group of urban states. How many even the walled city of Gallu Amalia"

"I know, Ann. In the meantime, a few soldiers are reckless enough to make their way. You shouldn't go. I suppose this is what you want to say. You're right, you and Mattia."

When she moves her mouth, Ann looks at me in silence. I continued my words with a grudge on my shoulder as I flaunted her resentful gaze.

"... I already know too many people to abandon. Both Wood and Cereal. Some grandfathers had drinks with them, and some pretty town daughters who worked for their injured fathers."

No matter how I scratch this, I caused it. If, though, you don't give a damn, you abandon them, all of them, and you can't help it, it's a sacrifice without other love, and you break it off.

I'm sure I can't do anything anymore. Reason for convenience, look for a reason to give up, swallow irrationality and live. It will be the same as it was.

- That's how, in the end, you keep thinking until you die. I thought I abandoned them for my own humility.

I'm sorry about that way of life. Number one, how can you be so stupid that I used to be on the truncated side, truncating someone again if I turned to the opposite position?

Huh, I think. A hero is a distant thing. I'm sure the guy I know didn't have a problem with this. Whatever the difficulty, it would have been easy to save people.

I'm sure what I'm made of is something of a hero's imitation. Yeah, that's why I'm just gonna let you do your best at imitating things.

I say with my cheeks pulled up and my treasure sword and white sword tilted at my waist. Ann was still looking at me from the front.

"Hey, there's no exchanging blades from the front. Just do what you can. Believe me a little, Lord Hero, Ann."

Did Anne have anything to think about when she heard me? He opens his eyes for a moment, but keeps moving his expression with wrinkles between his eyebrows or, next, his cheeks crooked.

So I sighed and then I said.

"... Credit is what stacks up to make sense. I beg you to take this as your first one, my hero. Return safely after rescue."

The calf rises. I wonder if I don't have that much credit by now. At least I thought it was better than Kalia.

He shook his head as if he had told him to do it when he glanced at Kalia as he slammed his cheek.

"It seems that what we do in normal times is what sprouts up in times of crisis, Rugis. Well, what about you?

I don't know, around happily holding my cheeks up as I asked, the answer was no longer set in Kalia. Why do you regret being asexual? If this were Fialert or Eldis, I would have listened a little more honestly.

Ringing his throat, cutting words once and then telling Ann.

"So, how was the prison you were talking about? You think you can handle it?"

Asking that, Ann strangely changes her face as soon as possible. That's how I narrowed my eyes and said so that I could lurk my voice.

"I made arrangements. If you get ahead of me, I'll make sure you catch up. But..."

Before Anne, who interrupted her voice for a moment, she said, trying to carry on the words. There was something on Ann's face, like being alert or suspicious.

"- Because I need it. Humans, to cut meat, it's dangerous, but you use a blade, right? That's what it is."