A Wish to Grab Happiness

The crest instructors march on the streets where the dead snow dyed silver, with a puffiness and footprint. Dead snow was much better than it had been in the early days, but it still makes no difference to be depressing.

Step in and the feeling of snow spreads through your shoes to the soles of your feet. A crest boy soldier, Hayes distorted his expression in disgust, but didn't put it in his mouth.

If you speak up, it gets extra hard. Even if it gets hard, this march won't end. Then it would have been better to just look forward and move on.

The exhalation fades white and rises to the sky. At the end of your gaze, what time will you see the walled city of Gallu Amalia? It should be a little bit more.

So we'll be spearing with the Oriental male Volvato morning elites. Bite each other's teeth and make a life match.

Imagine, Hayes cramps his spine with pretenses. That was again different from the tremors coming from the cold.

"What's up, soldier boy? Are you scared?"

Apparently, Hayes's tremors had been found aiming at soldiers walking with him next door.

An old man with visible gray hair, he has not only spears, but also bows and swords on his hips. Just looking at it, I found out that he was as skilled as he could handle more than one weapon, so he stepped across only a few battlefields and accumulated as much wealth as he could hold them.

It's Jizz, one of the ancient soldiers Hayes is used to seeing.

"No, I'm not afraid. I'm a soldier too."

That was a strength, no matter how anyone saw it. Hayce herself is aware of that.

But a soldier is a pain in the ass, and he makes a fool of himself if he easily uses the word "scared," etc. That's what they say when you don't have bravery, soldier.

Not being brave like that was a terrible insult to the soldiers.

Seeing Hayes' chest, Jizz says with a soft grin. It was a rare grin on the race of ancient sentinels.

"Well, Noon's scared. They say 30,000 or more just in numbers. Two thousand of them will be fine."

Unexpectedly, Hayes rounded his big eyes. I knew that was a jizzy joke, but when I was scared of someone as skilled as him, I didn't think I would speak out like that.

But when I hear it, Hayes also has an extra sense of reality. The fear was born from his heel and was rising to his chin. The more I want to spit it out here, the better.

Whatever Jizz says, the Volvato army is mighty. The same goes for being in numbers, but everything is elite. On the other hand, this side is with a coalition of volunteers and mercenaries.

Besides, did some of the crest instructors follow Salenio and point spears at Rugis the other day?

Hayes wasn't sure how those people were marching together. If Ralgud-Ann, the ruler, says so, there's no way he can complain, but the thought of whether it's something he can fulfill and trust really springs up.

"I hope the city state guys tie hands well... you know what? They're not close. You suck."

"I know. I'm from a city state, too. Speaking of good places... it's like a place of entertainment and ironwork."

Group of urban countries. Its area, present in the narrow confines of the Garrist kingdom and the Volvato dynasty, has at times been the victim of invasions as a buffer zone between the two countries, while still creating its own culture in a long history.

The walled city of Galuamaria, where the crest teachings are held, and the mercenary city of Belfein. More than ten other major cities, including the entertaining city of Deanheim, the ironwork city of Portas and the temple city of Seton, have formed an urban state, bringing together other small cities and villages.

And while the major urban states formed coalitions, they were always competing in their influence and aware of each other. You may even say you have a sense of hostility.

But they can't wage war against each other because they've had a coalition against the great powers. On the surface, we try to get along.

Therefore, once born, the pan remained unsurfaced and just continued to smoke.

Over time, panning becomes dissatisfied, dissatisfaction becomes resentment, resentment becomes hostility.

The group of urban states is never a single rock. That, too, has now been cut off by the crest teachings of major urban states.

In this situation, how many city states will join hands in the Volvato invasion? Cities with a strong sense of independence may have only begun to encourage the defense of their own cities, saying that the Union no longer collapsed.

Even if that didn't make sense, there is no group of urban states that can push and tow.

Hayes, a native of the common people, seemed confused enough to understand, but it was the current state of the city state group. That's why, extra, fear and anxiety are rooted in the back of your chest.

I think about it. I was wondering if maybe we could do nothing and just end up swallowed up in the Volvato morning.

"Well, you can't go home alive like that. Boy soldier, why did you volunteer?"

Squeeze death like nothing. Hayes knew there was such a place as the ancient Sentinel. It's not unusual for them to live and die, having come to see so many deaths.

"It's not a boy soldier, it's Hayes... why, I wanted some money, and"

Besides, I wonder what. Hayes was stuck with words for a moment. And look forward. In my vision, I saw a green uniform. You don't have to ask who it is in this army.

Yeah, and. Because I wanted to be beside that hero. If he was going to die anyway, Hayes wanted to die in the story.

It's juvenile, a vision of strength and heroic tales. That's not how I looked like a boy, my disconnect with something called my life was a living emotion.

Hayes' parents died of illness early. He died waiting for a hero. Friends also died of starvation or in battle. Was my favorite daughter an epidemic disease?

Hayce thinks somewhere in her mind that she will be, too. It was an emotion close to giving up.

Then I want to die beside a hero anyway.

That's what I thought, and all of a sudden Hayes' back was slapped hard. To the momentum, Hayes unexpectedly lets his feet fall and takes a few steps to the ground. Jizz said with a lavish laugh unsuitable for his age.

"Damn it. A man would be a soldier. I'm here to take over the enemy general! Tell me about it. And don't tell me you know when you're going to die. If he dies, he'll be able to eat and drink. Even if you live by surprise. Because of that, Noon lived with soldiers all these years."

Indeed, it is often the captainship of small units, even if they are somewhat ill-armed when they are about the age of jizz. If you think so, maybe this man really didn't care what he had to do to survive.

Hayes said, rubbing his painful back.

"Then why did Mr. Jizz volunteer? If you don't want to die, you shouldn't volunteer."

When it was decided, Jizz returned it.

"It's more important than life."

Jizz laughed again as Hayes tilted his neck. Ahead of sight, the walled city of Gallu Amalia was finally beginning to look like it.

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Volvato Morning, West Conscription Army.

Its beauty makes it different from the armies of other countries. There is no such thing as a unified army to equipment like the Garrist Kingdom.

The presence and amount of magic, which can also be described as unusual magic armored soldiers, seemed to degenerate the air, and the appearance of magic veterans who were able to communicate with their will by magic appeared to deviate from the army.

It was this great diversity that was the fangs of the Volvato army, and that was how brittle it was.

But today, the Volvato army itself is different.

Tension and disgust, hatred. Such repressed sentiments are shared to the end of generals, force commanders and soldiers. The excess emotion seemed to shake even the earth.

Only one woman has a monopoly on all those emotions. The woman was beside General Mastigious, the Supreme Commander who led this army.

"General Magic Guide. Not fast enough. Let the soldiers run faster. Immediately, promptly."

Mastigious says with disgust in his black eyes. He didn't even seem to try to hide the emotion. From the large body body, the magic flashes slightly.

"... you can't. There are already deserters of soldiers out there. If we do this any more, we will have to reduce our power more."

"General Magic."

The woman had inorganic eyes. It was as beautiful amber as a crystal, but it didn't look very much like that of an organism. Apparently that's better when they say it's a doll.

said the woman, making her head jump like silk.

"What time did I ask you for your opinion? Respond immediately."

and the sound of teeth biting off. A thunderstorm of sorcery erupts and Mastigious makes his eyes run bloody. A surrounding deputy looked out for the Lord.

But Mastigious was just enough of a man for a general no matter how he scratched his feet. I know how foolish the consequences of just being swayed by emotions by one person right now can be.

Only if the opponent is under the command of the great demon Vrilligant, who is now feeding his fangs into the neck of the Volvato morning.

"... increase your march speed"

Woman - Vrilligant the devil. Rabul nodded satisfied with the voice. I say to Mastigious, without any great emotions.

"Good. May I, General Magic Guide? We've never been told anything about humans. Understand immediately."

Again, a thunderstorm can bounce around. It is a testament to a man's extra witchcraft, and to the burning emotions he has in his chest.

Magic General. Mastigious-la-Borgograd said as he opened his black eyes.

"Yeah, let's remember that word."

The words were like the roar of a beast. The demon Rabul just looked forward in a way that he couldn't care less about one thing.