A Wish to Grab Happiness

Sorcery is the manifestation of miracles, but also, on the other hand, a really rational means.

Everyone injects into the outside world using a firestone called surgery into the fuel called magic that they possess in their bodies. That's just it if I tell you. The structure itself is really simple.

Thus, even far from Tai Ancient humans had manipulators of primitive magic, and they were sometimes called witches or occupiers who used spiritual miracles.

But even though it was used more than in such ancient times, magic was a realm of mystery and a realm where humans could not step in until the actual modernity. Only a very small number of people have gone to the stage of research.

There is something that has unravelled and systematized its mystery and disparaged it to one discipline.

- Altia. Make it the first emperor of the united empire, the myth of humanity itself.

Within her magic, she cut only the easy-to-understand part to humans, creating a format. A weak human being with no fangs or claws gave him the tools to stand up against his own demonization.

After Altia, magic fell to one of the disciplines. Being able to use it no longer is a miracle or anything. As long as we fix the format, we can handle as many individual differences as possible.

The species of mankind has undoubtedly succeeded in possessing a weapon called sorcery. That's how it was ahead - not salvation, not hope, but the unseen madness at the bottom.

Humans made terrible strides because they didn't sharpen the weapons they got.

How do you attach functions to your body to perform witchcraft? How do you possess magic that just floods your body?

Is it an organ for it, a nerve for it, or blood for it? Is that the soul for that matter?

Sometimes it became all about magicians. He rebuilds his body and even his soul in order to spit out the demon more immensely. It is also known as a magical mechanism, a miracle that has fallen apart. Over his lifetime, the sorcerer transforms his own body into the demon itself.

Thus the arms of the Magic General Mastigious-la-Borgograd were undoubtedly the Magic Organization itself.

The divine sounds, which are supposed to belong to God, are replaced by thunder, and burned to pieces at the tip of their ears. Beyond the formal witchcraft that Altier had done, he no longer stepped into the lost witchcraft.

A testament to the mysterious evolution and transformation of La-Borgograd was there.

In front of that mystery, the walls of the entertaining city of Deanheim are too powerless. It is as if it is not enough to scatter the fangs of Mastigious and his elites.

I had no choice. This is not a city to wage battle more than the original, but a city for the entertainers to cross countries. Therefore, in the past, when we were invaded by the Volvato, we surrender early and ask for the safety of our citizens.

That should have been the same this time. Unless the Volvato army makes a barbarity that trumps all the messengers of surrender.

Rabul, the demon, says, letting the emotional unridden voice drift into the air.

"Do not allow surrender or anything else, General Magic Guide. Well, at least I'd like the extent to which the city stains off with their blood. After that, take it away from me in pieces. Immediately."

That will happen even if you don't tell me. Looking at the demon man pointing his inorganic eyes, Mastigious bit his teeth. Blood is going to seep out of your mouth.

This was the end of the story. No matter how you scratch it, Deanheim, an entertaining city, has no power against the Volvato Morning.

If surrender is thus also unacceptable, the inevitable death lies ahead.

Soldiers die, old men and children who cannot escape die, then women die. Only the smell of blood and iron becomes to cover Deanheim.

The only thing Mastigious could do was make a little escape for him.

If you do something to loosen the attacker, you will find it for the devil, and more importantly, risk your own soldiers.

Mastigious could not only betray the soldiers who admired themselves while being obeyed by demons.

Mastigious asked as he pushed his trembling voice to death.

"... demon palace. What happens if I do this? Whoever wants to surrender should be allowed to do so. The damage just spreads. I can't see the intention."

"General Magic."

Without getting her hair in between, the demon Rabul opened her lips. The exquisite behavior seemed as if it was separate from humans, even though they were in human form.

"Let's say it again now. Don't be arrogant about people exploring our intentions."

Voice color has no contempt or anything. It was just that Rabul said what he had to say.

"No matter how much doubt you have, no matter how much disgust you get - you'll have to obey. Until then, when he dies like an abalone. Understand immediately, inferior."

Mastigious thunderstorms scattered in the hollow. Shall I call it total indiscriminate intent to kill? The mad blood of those born in the family of magicians boils down from birth. But his mouth shut him up.

Mastigious gains one certainty, even though only decency shows an obedient bare gesture.

The words of blatant rejection that Rabul has just shown us. It was something I didn't normally see. Stuck, there's still some intent in this. Nothing is just letting humans kill humans for their pleasure.

Then there must have been a gap between the demons. If I could just grab that, I might be able to cover the plate.

I don't know how much you're going to sacrifice by then.

Mastiguios keeps his expression stiff and once again gives his gaze to the entertaining city of Deanheim.

Cities will no longer be spared from falling. The castle gate is burning down to thunder and thin black smoke is starting to rise from inside the city. I hear multiple units have successfully entered.

Death. The scream of death pierces the ear of Mastigious. Mastigious tightened both fists so that he could grip them.

- Curse me. No excuse makes sense. I kill other people for my own people. Come if you want, but you're a good hero. I know exactly what I am.

Mastigious watched as part of the sadness of the falling city. It was finally over at dawn when the sun opened its eyelids.

The Wars of the Apocalypse took its edge in the fall of the entertaining city of Deanheim. After that, the Volvato army continued to eat small groups of cities, including major cities, without stopping any momentum.

Unmatched groups of urban states sometimes show willingness to surrender, but the Volvato army refuses to surrender. While making their way with blood and whimpers, the Volvato army repeats its never-ending western expedition.

The fierce fangs could not be directed to the next target, the walled city of Galuamaria.

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Nose at the nostalgic smell. I don't know what it smells like, but it smells like spices or food. The smell of Galuamaria, a walled city but also the centre of the transaction. In front of the castle gate, it had already been felt.

When I came here before, I wondered how I would have sprinkled Kalia rather than miss it, so it would have changed if I had changed people.

I thought humans were easy to change.

"Don't you miss it, Karia? I would have worn it and headed for the guild. We've changed a lot."

When the horse shouted, Kalia's silver hair swayed with frying. Kalia says as she holds up her lips.

"Right. Back then, you were like a dancing gunpowder bank. It just doesn't seem the same without me, does it?

Shoulders flatter and smile at Karia, who brings her eyes wide enough. Karia doesn't seem to change just these parts either.

But at the same time as he softened his expression, he felt that the area of his gut was getting cold enough to be paralyzed. The reason is simple. My whole body is sensitive, and I know this place better than I do myself.

An enemy of too many armies arrives in pursuit of this Galuamaria. Can I just push it away? Just one castle wall, and you think you can bounce back multiple enemies.

An unpleasant idea extends around the inside of the skull. I accidentally leaked my sigh. I even had a feeling that if I dived this castle gate, I wouldn't be able to live as it is.

The castle gate opens slowly. Moment after moment, I heard a loud noise blowing my rounds. I get deaf as soon as I can.

What I heard was a voice close to people screaming. Whether it was an old man or a man or a woman to a young man, a man was greeting us as a herd.

I no longer know if the voice to be poured in is cheering or even sad. But I was certain that it was directed at me and the soldiers behind me.

If you look at them, you'll soon see what they look like. Perhaps those who could not escape while death and snow were pouring down. Some people have the disease, others just say they are poor.

Except those who did not climb the walls of Galuamaria while the death of the Volvato army was imminent.

They were looking at me with their throats pounding. There is a glimpse of joy in its face, but still a fear of death.

They don't like it, either. The enemy is a great army, but this one is a small army. This doesn't help.

But still, I had to speak up. I had to wait. My gaze pierces me like I want something.

I glance at Kalia for a moment, but Kalia moves her jaw and urges me to speak. Though I thought so. They won't even let me out one of the help ships. They won't.

Breathe in. I told him to head to the crowd.

"- Come on, put your face up. Nothing. I'm not here to die. I'm here to win."

I don't think he wants to die, so I asked. My voice twirls and pours into my ear again.