A Wish to Grab Happiness

After my spirit swung to the bite of a fierce cat and dog, I finally had a situation where I could talk militarily.

Neither Kalia nor Fialert have yet tried to hide a sharp glow from their eyes.

"... What happens if you, stupid honestly, storm straight out of the front. With all your strength, throw away all your protection."

Elbow to the desk and move your dry lips to say. In the wake of the words, Kalia points her expression. The silver eye leaned in disgust.

"You don't even have a moment. It'll all be over by the time the sun comes up, the soldiers are all dead."

It was a natural mouthpiece. My heart gets a lot heavier.

I didn't know it would actually be like that, but it's a different way of taking my mind than having someone tell me what I think. I would have liked it to be a little softer anyway. I don't know, my eyes are hurting.

I've always been a hero. They said what, but I was only standing like a guest. My husband for the crest marshal is the Virgin Mattia, not me.

But not now. Less than 4,000, including crest instructors and mercenaries. Hundreds of thousands of human lives, including Gallu Amalia citizens and surrounding villages, will live and die at my discretion.

It's too heavy for me. It's humiliating to call yourself a general or something. But that's not why I'm throwing it away.

"The assault would be like an instant death, or a cage castle could also be strangled with cotton. Then try to storm just me and some soldiers, as in Sanio's time?

Unlike Kalia, Fialert slips his voice slightly and opens his mouth. Looking back at those black eyes unexpectedly, Fialert moved her cheeks in such a way as to make her feel in a hurry.

It makes me feel strong, but I look weak all day.

"... what. You think I'm out of my hands because they're Volvato's soldiers? Impossible. Sooner or later, the sorcerers will be enemies of the males. Because it's my hometown, it's not a reason to lose your hand."

That's the analogy, even with my father, Fialert said at the end to add.

There will be some strength in that voice, but I don't originally think the fialert is out of hand, etc.

Fialerts are honest in nature, too, Kalia. Others can't even lie to themselves foolishly.

That way, she's not even a weak woman. A man who understands exactly what he should do when he should fight. At least that's the kind of fialert-la-borgograd I knew I was in a hurry.

So my concern was somewhere else more.

"I'm not worried. You're the best sorcerer ever, I bet you are. That's why it's troublesome - it's called the Demon Labours. What do you think, Agatos? If you know, I'd like to ask you one thing."

Gemstone Agatos is almost asleep in the fialert as usual. I really wanted to ask you again if this was the demon who had stunned all the soldiers on the battlefield.

Do you even remember drowsiness, stretching and Agatos turning his shoulder?

"I told you earlier. I know, but I'm not supposed to answer. I'm not your parent. If you want wisdom, pay the price. That must have been ancient. Right, why don't you give me one of your hearts? If you do, I'll tell you as much about the devil as I can."

"If I give you one heart, it'll be over, but how many hearts do humans have in you?"

Agatos looked like this from earlier. It's like we're not dealing with each other.

Although it is true that she gave me information during the Demon Drigman because it was in a bent and collaborative relationship. I didn't know you wouldn't be dealt with like this either.

Yeah, it's a really demonic way to be. It's easy to understand and I don't like it. Then I'd like to get Fialert to pay for taking care of me.

Agatos glances up at the fialert for a moment. It echoed a voice that contained arrogance and self-esteem that had been unmatched since then.

"Well. You don't have to worry about it. All this time, he'll let me finish him off. Do what humans can. Such an ugly, unusual and barren battle, I'll flush you right into the water."

"Let's hope. I feel like praying to God."

I mean, I can't expect anything at all.

First, I don't know what kind of demon the other demon exists, and I don't know how long it will take for the demons to fight each other.

If the Volvato army is being driven to its back by demons, waiting for Agatos to triumph is only optimistic.

Then again, humans must be human and do what they can. Crawl your fingers on your lips and tear your nerves into your thoughts.

A frontal breakthrough is impossible. The opponent's army is too thick to make a point breakthrough by an elite like Fialert says. With the guerrilla Vestallinu, we can't even pinch him without the front remaining unstable.

Then the means that can be taken are precision, such as masculinity and harassment. How far can it go?

I don't know, hold my head. The more I thought about it, the more I felt driven to the corner of the board.

- Speaking of which, this has happened before.

This happened a few times on a trip once. I don't care what you think about my head or anything. There's no such thing as hope.

Behind the lid, that gold was floating. I looked up at the ceiling, and if he was a hero to my knowledge, that's what I thought.

It is decided. Or is that what that hero lord will give up? It's a total pain in the ass. My cheeks loosen unexpectedly.

"I made up my mind. This is war. Let's just say I can't do it for a little while. To be a hero, you need to fulfill your duty as a hero."

Moments, silver and black eyes, distorted tremendously. I felt that the one of all trust was disappearing from the color of his eyes.

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At the Volvato army headquarters, Eileen-Ray Lachiador spreads a voice that does not hide contempt. I was used to looking down on people.

"- Isn't it a famous breakdown of the Volvato army, such as discussing it while looking at an enemy general? Hynd. As a magician, it's impossible."

With enemy general Rugis in sight, after the fighting, the demon intervenes and retreats. Listening to the report, Eileen pointed her lips with her long eyelashes raised.

On the other hand, I'm just saying that Heind-Büsse is a thing of all time. Don't even try to hide your grumpy eyes, but keep reporting to your general.

"That's it for the report. Deputy General Lachiador is right, I will not give you an explanation."

Without showing any inclusions, Hynd lowered his head and released words to Mastigious-la-Borgograd. The cleanliness was his virtue, but also his faults.

Shall I call it the cleanliness of the common people? He had no devilish obsession with power or his own success, which nobility possessed. More than that, he had a personality that weighed on his perseverance as an individual.

Eileen still seems dissatisfied, and Mastigious hears the words with a soft look.

"Good. It's not about you lowering your head. Speaking of the former, it's my fault they beat the magic out of me and upset the soldiers. Inside, how can the enemy not be a glimmer?"

Though it was stiff language, Mastigious's voice was never harsh.

Either way, Mastigios himself, this is not the battle you wanted. A pile of sin is struck in my chest, and I am continually frustrated by the question of whether it is always good with this.

Still, you can't go against what the demon Rabul says. That is how we have continued to march so far today, as we thought. Excess, good luck. Extra, lightly.

At last, however, the march stopped in Gallu Amalia. And it came to pass, that the black scarlet's aurora came to pass, that the Rugis stopped it with a new demon.

That seems to have finally come off that Laboured thought, with a little bit of pain.

It is also good that a new demon is taking a hostile stance against Rabul. All this time, I might be able to get a gap in this one. Mastigious squeezed his lips tight as he vomited the word only in his chest.

To Mastigious, who remained slightly silent, Eileen draws her jaw to sparkle her pitiful eyes.

"... there will be no recourse from me any more than your Excellency has said. Whatever uncertainty there is in it, our victory is not a shake. Today, I came to convince you."

Eileen says, filling her confidence with words. No, she could have been like this all the time.

"My lord, please also give me the honor of siege tomorrow. My magic is the Golden Castle Iron Wall. Be sure to watch Gallu Amalia fall."

Swearing by the name of Ray-Lachiador, Eileen made her sing the words with a grand demeanor.