A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Rabul...... Demon Rabul Hey. No, I don't think so."

I shrugged all over my chest and tried to put it into words with my lips, Sang, I couldn't even think of that demon figure on my head.

Demon Labours. There have been several stories from other cities and scouts about the Volvato army being with them. Speaking of its frequency, it was even as if the Volvato army were hustling about its name.

I don't know if the Volvato Morning is joining forces with that demon, or if he's wearing a collar, but there's no doubt that he's our enemy.

Even though it is, I can't even grasp the shards of its origins and ways of being.

Unexpectedly punch his tongue and hold his head. Even though the only thing in my memory of a time that still makes me lurk in my skull that seems useful is the knowledge of the Great Devil, the Devil. I have trouble getting people on vacation on their own.

Rebite the chewing cigarette and let your gaze shift in the office inside the Galuamaria Wall - the room Mattia once used. On the desk in front of me, a round parchment was piled up.

It all marked an even more ancient era than in the past, the era of the Unified Empire. It also mixes things that seem to have been transcribed from some literature, and things that I don't know what time the letters are.

Mattia said that the Great Devil, the Demon, some beings so called, have engraved their names in the myths and heritage of the past?

They are great demons and their servants. Even the human body, no matter how demonic, has more power than the shoulder. That is how powerful in the Divine Age is to distort the physics of things and even the flow of time.

Therefore by the times they were honored with God, and at one time they were disparaged with evil. Perhaps in the more ancient times, even Vrilligant, known as Evil Dragon, was worshipped as God.

- Nevertheless, many of those ancient myths and records have been destroyed in the days of the Unified Empire.

Therefore, if we were to rely on records, we would have had to rely on the meagre literature that the crest religion has kept.

But he didn't have a word for Labours in the parchment pile. Apparently, it's because I can't possibly read such an ancient letter thing, and it's the result of reading it out while the crest clerk teaches me one at a time.

In the end, when it came to the findings obtained, it was only against the Great Devil, the Imperial Dragon Vrilligant. As for this guy, the myth remains that the divine spirit Altius decided his own heart, so the record is brand new.

Great Demon Vrilligant. It is the root of evil in this world, the evil that brings in pain and death. The poison that spits dissolved ten thousand earth, and its fluctuations distorted even the fate of man.

I don't know if I can guess or not. If everything in the literature was true, how much of an artifact was this guy's heart shattered?

Looking up at the ceiling, in the end the harvest was all equal to nothing. That's right. If you can fish the sea of literature and save a city that's stepping one foot into the graveyard, all the heroes of ancient times and now will wave their swords toward literature, not the battlefield.

I used my time for no reason. For your convenience, Rabul the Demon - that's how the Demon Guiding General Mastigious says he's letting his feet run this way.

As he leaks his sigh, a sharp voice hits him in the ear.

"We're going in, don't you want to say no anymore?

At the same time as that one word, the doors of the office inexorably open. It won't be long before this person snorts in, so I feel the same without saying no. Perhaps that's the line to draw once and for all for her.

There is no reason to refuse, but there is something that cannot be interpreted.

I saw silver eyes frontally in the sun and shining brighter than usual.

"Go ahead. Would you be satisfied if I said lady? I'm glad to hear it."

Karia looked at me with her shoulder hair raised and her mouth angle raised. With a look that included itself, I suspected it contained at least bad news.

I tended to think he had all the rugged looks on his face, but looking at it this way, Karia may be out-of-the-box expressive.

Put down a beat, there is good news and bad news, Karia said.

"The good news is one. Garou Amalia's guards are quite proficient. The handling of weapons and materials is also polite. Even in terms of food, there are only trading cities that store well. Perfect for caging."

Hearing that, I distorted my eyebrows thoughtfully. While Karia's flowing words go through her ears, it's like she's not coming into her brain.

The reward itself is great. No food, no soldiers, no use for the walls, then I'll have to return my heels and escape at last.

But with all this good material, what is the bad news? It shivers as if the ear itself rejects the function of listening.

"Including our reinforcements, the mercenaries we called in from Belfein, the reserves... right. About three or four thousand can be estimated as a force of war. It would be an undesirable result."

That said Karia weighed her voice down. You're trying to tell me it's bad news from here. I don't know what's wrong with that, but Karia deepens that grin.

"So, what's the bad news? I don't think Wood caught a cold or anything."

I just couldn't stand listening and opened my mouth. Karia tells me to sigh.

"Fool - Volvato's marching speed is abnormal. I guess I'm intoxicated by my first act of conquest in a long time. They'll be on this wall in two days at the latest."

Reflectively, the cheeks harden. No, it might have been more accurate to say that I was convulsed. Bite the chewing tobacco hard. The smell through the nostrils was unrealistic.

According to information gathered from the people, the Volvato army should have needed at least seven days to see the Great Wall of Galuamaria, and at least ten days' itinerary if it went well. It's not as if it's optimistic, either, but a very natural estimate.

An invasion by the army is not just an end if the city is beaten with overwhelming force.

Mastering the hearts and minds, curbing the insurgency, securing food in anticipation of subsequent rule - to give an example, there is no point, but what needs to be done is pile. To put much of that behind us, we must allocate enough troops to secure the cities that have fallen, and it should take time to restructure the army to do so.

It has to be. That's normal. Because battle is not a game on the board.

No, you don't.

Around the time my thoughts started to get cold, I grabbed my fist and forced my consciousness back. My nails are forgetting the pain and eating into the meat. My spine was unknowingly tense.

A chilled head burns hot this time in humiliation and anger. No one, it was an intolerable outrage at myself.

Impudent. I wanted to strangle myself for the excess stupidity. At the end of the day, in front of the mighty army of enemies, I was thinking of things for my own convenience.

This is how it must be done. It has to be this way. It should be.

How can such a common sense idea apply when they say they have demons on them?

Believe me for a second, it's no longer funny to say something great to Ann. Biting his self, he urged Karia to say the following:

"One more thing. The reaction of other urban states remains poor. Is this the only place you're right?"

"Don't tell me. This is still hurting. My heart is as brittle as vitreous."

Before I arrived in Gallu Amalia, I had sent several envoys to Portas, an ironwork city that was still safe. I should say again, it didn't work.

No matter how much you think of the Volvato army as a threat, no matter how much this one demonstrates the will to coordinate, their will will will not bend.

Wonderful, once upon a time, we human beings didn't want to combine a finger until a nation called the State was about to lose its contour.

It was no longer comfortable to reopen. Whether you cry or call, the enemy comes. Bring the Sorcerer's Armor and bring the Sorcerer's Beast as if it were a disaster.

If you want to survive, all you have to do is offer blood for the price but strip your fangs off. Stand up and stroke the treasure sword. That's how I gripped the pattern.

"Kalia. I'd like a defense in front of the main entrance. Make it as heavy as you can in two days."

That's when I say it, I realize it. Karia was staring at my face from the front. From the moment I thought about it I came into this room, I felt it had continued.

Kalia says with a small grin and a raptor glance.

"Admittedly, if you say so - then you're with me in defense in front of the main entrance, right?

My fingers snapped. Tingle like your throat burned. There was a slight, but significant discomfort. I didn't understand why Kalia suddenly said something like this.

Kalia and you understand that we lack a serious commander. Karia, who grew up educated as a knight, has a very rare presence like Vestalinu, who is good at leading mercenaries.

How helpful are they in the battlefield? Apart from being only capable enough to storm you with soldiers like me, it is better decided that you wield command in key locations.

Regardless, I understand what Karia and I are trying to say. But I can't drag the greatest force like Kalia around in this predicament. Yes, I told Karia.

Rotting silver hair, Karia responds naturally. No, I'm sure Kalia knew this would happen before she came into this room.

So the words were uttered immediately, and that's how they grabbed my heart.

"Well - then I say no. Rugis, aren't you making some mistake?

My spine is covered in cold. Mistake. The word sounded familiar. It's also in this land called Galuamaria, which is nothing else. Karia smiled with great pleasure.

"I miss you, yeah? You have changed a lot, but some parts are still the same. Me, too."

Stick around, make a footnote of you daring to do that, and Kalia approaches me. It looked like a lion, if I may say so, had stripped his fangs furiously and was barking.

Karia's long fingers stroke my neck slowly. My nails were slightly raised.

"Answer me, Rugis. What am I, your what? Convenient actor, or small-time use, wouldn't it?

My throat, it rings. To escape my word, what did I do at a time like this, and words like that crawled through my brain marrow?

But instinct tells me I shouldn't just say that.

Silver eyes are looking at me from the front. There is little disputed and no precipitation. It has nothing to do with what time it is, but Kalia is purely asking.

It's like saying it doesn't matter what else.

Tightening his lips, he spoke out.

"... I know, I know, Karia. You're my only shield. I don't think so. But..."

- No, you don't know one thing.

Karia had a glossy grin, with dignity and format that was no longer just good to say original demonization.