A Wish to Grab Happiness

"- The crest teachings are showing the march movement? Aren't you ready to retreat, Lachiador?"

Mastigious-la-Borgograd, one of the Volvato morning's proud magical guides, opened his hard mouth as he showed the burning colors behind his black eyes. The eastern end of the group of urban states, the entertaining city of Deanheim, is already visible in the vision.

The city gates are closed without gaps in shards, and the atmosphere of cheerfulness at all times is barely visible.

Apparently, there were no reinforcements from other urban states either. Strangely quiet, from those who know Deanheim that always creates a noisy, funny and strange atmosphere.

But it would also be helpless if we were to be exposed to the Volvato Army's tips now. With their agile movements, the soldiers had begun to build battle lines.

One deputy general of Mastiguios, Eileen-Ray Lachiador, nodded as he looked at the superior officer's face.

"Yes, I'm sure, my lord. Nevertheless, it cannot be our threat. The number of soldiers is less than five thousand, and soldiers are not magical armored soldiers, they are miscellaneous soldiers. I thought you were a soldier to fight, not to let your compatriots escape."

Eileen smiles not even making the battlefield aware as she says in a feathery soft voice. The sliced eyes were glorious and evoked obsidian.

Everyone in the Volvato army is a demon - she is the only one who shows a certain kind of nature as she dwells in her chest her hatred of Labours.

Yes, as usual, in a natural way. It was like looking down on everything.

It draws the bloodline of a famous family called the Ray-Lachiador family, of which the witchcraft of rare generations will make it so.

It looks great looking down on people. Even more so for those who are not magicians.

But that doesn't mean it's unique to her. A mage was something that had more or less such aspects.

From the side, a dull voice sounds like Eileen's soft, then sharp contour. It was a man's voice.

"I don't go down. It's a sight that really lacks objectivity, Eileen. I can only look at it in a biased way. It suits you."

The man is carving a terrible grump between his eyebrows. Then it was odd because he was floating something that looked like a grin on his cheek.

Heind-Büsse. Like Eileen, he is the opposite of Eileen in nature, while in the position of deputy general following Mastigious.

This is also true in the tendency to deal with magic, and most importantly, he is not born as famous as Eileen, etc. It's not the magician's house, it's the undisputed blood of the common man.

That he exists as a deputy general of the Volvato army was also a testament to his wisdom.

"Let's hear it, Hynd. You say it, it makes sense."

"It is not just a miscellaneous soldier that the crest religion sent, my general. Rugis-Vrilligant. Retriever of the Great Evil, Hero, and Wang Du. Although I no longer know what to call it. He leads his own crest soldiers."

Without showing Eileen what it's like to be reluctant, Hynd said. Along the way, Eileen's sharp lips softly lowered her mouth angle.

That was not an affront, nor a shame. It's just that quiet emotions make you lose your grin from Eileen.

The sight would have been nothing but ordinary if it had been for Mastigious. I cannot say that I am pleased that the two deputy generals are in bad company, but it is not uncommon in the Volvato army.

Whatever the magician is, neither he nor anyone else is the only gathering of those who take the divine mind to the extreme. Self, not altruism, more exclusive than forgiveness.

While the Volvato morning has a plucked magic culture even as it looks over the entire continent, it is also due to the nature of such magicians that they are nothing but Oriental males.

"The recapture of the King's capital is suspicious. An undisclosed man who can't even use magic has sent out demons who have left the Garrist Army, etc. Aren't you just happy with the work of the common folk?

"I still don't go down. You better wash your eyeballs off once. Famous people are born with colored glasses."

Eileen and Heind. Whenever the water and oil so called rebound, the air increases the risk and increases the demon's concentration. If it's intolerable, it's so intoxicating.

chisels, the demon impulse begins to eat each other, and the two make noises to each other. Breaking that antagonism was always one voice.

"Why don't you stop? The importance of this, what good are we fighting for? It would be a city state - and a demon."

A voice that can also be considered the heavy and sinking pain of the mastigious. Eileen, that's how Hynd whispers with her to the superiors' language, which is rarely even felt oppressive.

It is true that they have both been fighting each other from day to day. But it's been a long time since I've swallowed a sword. The only thing that caused it was the frustration that was hidden in the chest.

The Great Demon Vrilligant tramples on his country and treats him as his fingertip. It's humiliating enough to be burned to the chest, as a magician, as a human being. The more calm you get, the more you can't hold that emotion back.

But enemies to such demonization. Anger and frustration. The one who feels them more than anyone else is Mastigious, who is not even outside.

Mastigious was tilting his large body and clutching without knowing his thick fingertips.

That's how I ask myself unexpectedly. I wonder what I am doing while I am at the mercy of General Magic, who should keep the guardianship of the state. What we're doing is just being used to be good for witchcraft. How impudent it is to say how many kingdoms have been made quality of the nation itself.

Rugis, the hero of the crest, and I are willing to risk my life to resist adversity, without omitting any danger of my own. Great evil, golden - demon killer. There is no way Mastigious would know how true that alias is.

But he shook up his sword without crushing the fangs of the Volvato army, now led by Mastigious. On your own will, for those to protect.

By contrast, what are you like? Without even a pattern, Mastigious mocked himself and distorted his cheeks. I had thoughts in my chest that I just couldn't do it without.

- Because this is how it is, I guess I couldn't save a single daughter instead of the state.

The boiling thing was in the chest of Mastigious. I already know who that emotion is. He exhaled hot breath as he inhaled his cold breath into his lungs.

At the next moment, Mastigious pushed and killed all of his emotions. Swallow the self-blame, the remorse, even the outrage. thunderstorm with both arms.

Outside the tent, the soldiers were completing the alignment.

Twenty-five thousand general soldiers, eight thousand magic armored soldiers, two thousand magic vets, and other armies, including small units, are razing their exhales if they don't eat up a group of urban states.

There is an obligation on the general to put a fastener around his neck once he is on the battlefield. At least a man named Mastigious-la-Borgograd has never forgotten his duty.

Troop leaders lining up, pointing to the waves of soldiers, Mastigious said to bark. My eyes open wide. Thunder wrapped around both arms increases its power.

"- There will be unspeakable words. There will be a voice that does not scream enough. But don't forget! Whatever time it takes, we don't fight for us. Our blood and flesh are for our parents on our backs, our loved ones, our children, and our children, whom we have yet to see!

The loud voice rushes through the battlefield. It hit the wind and moved beyond the gate to the entertaining city of Deanheim.

The soldier raised an unspoken voice, as he responded to the words of Mastigious. That is an inexhaustible word, a cry.

Mastiguios shakes his arms up loudly and thunderbolts.

"Soldier, turn around! For those yet to be born! All roads are trampled by this mastigious!

Moments, the ambition of soldiers reminiscent of praise. Its roar that makes even the immovable earth tremble.

At the same time, Mastigious's raised arm is swung down. A magic mechanism engraved directly on both arms of the mastigious sucked up vast amounts of magic to form a sorcery. That's exactly like the gods roar.

- As it marks the beginning of the battle, the thunder roared. Just because you can't destroy the city gate itself, thunder strips the fangs of tyranny.

Future generations, the battle, called the War of the Enchantress, undoubtedly opened with this thunderclap.