A Wish to Grab Happiness

Apart from the center of the Volvato army headquarters, a command post that generals like Mastigios refrain from, there is one tent that can be described as harsh.

That's for the demon Rabul to use as his place. Originally, cloths and sleepers used only when the royal queens came out were kept in the shogun. None of this is what Rabul wanted. It was prepared by Toxic Junelba and Volvato Morning nobles who gave in to their demonization early.

A brilliant set of dishes is arranged without glow.

Nevertheless, Labours has no taste in fancy things or precious metals. Should I say that I was not interested, such as valuables made on top of cultures cultivated by humans?

Ironically, however, the almost untouched condiments and Labours are in terrible harmony. She herself seemed like an elaborate doll created.

Rabour had left his beautiful amber eyes almost motionless, remembering the words he had heard earlier.

Says - Gem Ba-Agatos comes to kill this self.

I don't know what the Volvato army was trying to tell me. Doesn't that make a lot of sense, or do you even think that demons will eat each other? Or maybe it's something else altogether.

But that doesn't matter to Labourg. I wasn't interested in human thoughts, there's only one thing behind them.

Rabul rang his throat as he lay on a good quality bedding. Spread your hands loosely.

- It's sunny to zero, that's how to ring a cheering bell, but laugh like that.

Rabul did not know how to spit out the great emotions that were born in him. So it all becomes a laugh and is emitted to the outside world as a voice. Seems to mock you, and then your expression is very pleasant without shaking it.

"Gem Ba-Agatos...... was it the survival of the Divine Decree War? He said he was still exposed to shame."

The grin she has on her cheeks is cold laughing, but somewhere nostalgic. Even hateful enemies felt close to home in an age when those who knew were almost dead.

Besides, Rabul survives by leaving behind everything in his time. Think of the years you lived, Agatos and things like babies. Nostalgia wins ahead of hostility.

Rabour said, as he told Agatos, who would still be somewhere, to crush his monologue.

"Did you call me born without loss, that death without loss? It'll be good, Agatos. Your destiny is no longer in my hands. Immediately, give them obsolescence."

It is also suitable for the will of the godly Vrilligant.

A confrontation between demons in the Wars of the Enchant was decided here.

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Demon Wars Gallu Amalia Attack Battle, Day Two.

As on the first day, the Volvato army offensive began as the sunrise drove out the night. What was different from the first day was the main offensive army.

In front of the Daimon, the frontal army led by Mastigious weakened its momentum compared to the first day, but rather attacked the castle from behind - that is, the second army led by Deputy General Eileen-Ray Lachiador cut off the edge of the battle with all the harsh momentum ahead of us.

Eileen is dominated by magic beasts, not armored soldiers. There are also many of them for whom Eileen breathed life herself.

If the mystery of the La-Borgograd family is a transformation, the mystery of the Lai-Lachiador family is an infection.

It shall penetrate the minds of the beasts and lay down a multitude of sorcery beasts, able to withstand the battle. The art of intoxicating the soldiers and giving them oblivion on the battlefield.

Unlike the La-Borgograd family, which binds itself to the transformation of witchcraft, it is a sensation for others by witchcraft. That was what Ray-Lachiador specializes in.

In fact, the use of infectious magic so widespread as to make a battlefield area an area would be to the extent of a house. This is the spirit of the devil. Eileen believes it's the way to the divine domain.

As such, it is a battlefield where infectious magic will be most active.

"In the name of Ray-Lachiador, let us make this our realm. Fight fully, warriors! It is you who are here now who show true bravery!

The infected magic beasts arrive at the walls of Gallu Amalia to accompany their intentions. There is no longer sanity in that eye, only the given will to attack down this wall.

Even if the soldiers are not as pure as the beasts, they become aggressive at all times. It's one of the so-called Mad Warriors. Do not skip your own sacrifice and continue your combat action.

It was more than ideal for a siege that would be an exacting and fierce offensive. They keep moving forward, trying to be able to spray hot oil, shooting big stones and bows.

Eileen stares at it satisfactorily, yet continues to bewitch. My lips spewed out the spirits smoothly, and that's how my magic covered the area around me.

"- I command thee. Sanity goes to madness, madness goes to sanity. Die, be born, be a monster with a hundred arms and fifty heads."

The pain runs slightly between the brows. Speaking of Eileen, covering up a battlefield area as a magical realm does not last long.

Still can't retreat. Eileen and I have a reason why we just can't leave. Bite your lips and continue to play the words again while forcing you to stay sane.

To be honest, Eileen regarded this battle caused by the Demon as a strange coin of sorts.

It is certain that it is a national crisis, and it is also certain that it is neck-rooted by demonization. But it is in this predicament that it makes sense to give credit.

A poisonous thing is swirling in Eileen's chest right now. There's nothing I can do about it, it's hot.

In the Bolvato morning, the Bolgograd and Lachiador families are counted among the five most famous houses. There is no doubt that they are shoulder-to-shoulder celebrities who are allowed to name each other titles.

Among them, however, there was an insurmountable isolation between Borgograd, who was called the leader and given the title of the one who made the sorcery, and Lachiador, who was only second and later.

Neither Eileen's father nor his grandfather, no, until his predecessors, once Lachiador's man was no more than Borgograd. From the opening of the Bolvato morning, Bolgograd was always at the apex of witchcraft.

- You are an expected work of art. That's good, Eileen. You're the one who's going to get rid of Borgograd.

Eileen can still remember the curse her parents gave her. She was raised with that spell in her mouth, not a babysitting song, not a gaga.

To meet that expectation (Noroy), Eileen continued to elevate her magic. To not let anyone follow you as one, lest you lose. Swear that it is you who will lead Lachiador in the Volvato morning. Sometimes reason and even spit out common sense.

But that is never an easy path. No, take it now. Eileen wasn't the best in the Volvato morning.

Mastiguios-la-Borgograd. Yingjie pulls out a group among the demon guides generals of history. That wall too high. Eileen thinks that the only way to get her fingers to that wall, which is still unreachable, is on the battlefield where she stands out most.

In this battlefield, be sure to show mastigious merit. That is how we know who is really in charge of Volvato. It has to be.

In that respect, Eileen was indisputably desperate.

Maybe not in a time of death and snow where demonization swarms, if you ask me if that's right. Maybe there has always been another way.

But Eileen could no longer change her ways. Now I can no longer imitate myself in denial of the past. With a hot exhale, Eileen looks at the Great Wall.

Enemy soldiers are trying to prevent this one by using spears and bows, but by no means is that sufficient. Amateur art is a good place too, I can see it coming apart everywhere.

I can kill him. I can drop him. We don't have to know if it's adequate, and if it's on a current scale, we can fall enough. Eileen is convinced.

- Miscellaneous soldiers are not enemies. For me, for Ray-Lachiador, die.

Volvato protruded his fangs as a corner of magic devoured Gallu Amalia.