A Wish to Grab Happiness

Demon to Demon. I am glad to say that the eating of the Supreme Demon is exactly like a myth. Threats that humans will not yet be able to survive through how much training and misery form a vortex to compete for power.

The likelihood is not comparable, such as theatre. Life is more shocking than theatre. I don't know, I bite my teeth and keep looking at the rest of the sky. A strange aftersound was poking me in the back of my ear. Everything is a non-standard struggle that still fills the sky.

The soldiers, after all, never moved a step. Sometimes we don't get orders from each other's commanders. Everyone is staring into the sky as they set up their weapons. It even seemed like the battlefield gained a temporary stagnation under a dazzling glow.

"What's the matter, let's go. That's how she attracts my ears and eyes."

Fialert speaks as he blinks his black eyes and hides most of his head and face in his robe. Anyway, she doesn't seem as conscious of the struggle in the sky as I am.

Whatever you do, call that unorthodox demon that girl. It was a fia alert that seemed to stand out on a more delicate side than Kalia's, but maybe I'm just out and bold because I don't know. No, I was once an unshakeable person in things I decided to do once.

He wears a robe deep and hides his expression as he learns from a fialert, aiming for a street a little further from the battlefield. But he sounded like a fialert with a zero sigh in between. My black hair swayed from between the robes as I turned my gaze toward this one I was looking for.

"Are you still uncomfortable, accomplice? Or can't you hear my point?

That sounded like a terribly polite voice. My emotions are calm, and I even seem to care kindly.

Never, never at peace.

The eyebrow root swayed unknowingly. Make it Karia. Make it Eldis. Yes, it is. Apparently it is proof left that they are oddly gentle and caring, or mostly unwelcome emotions sprouting behind them when they smile. Finally, a human being named me could learn that.

In particular, the cause is clear this time.

The tactics I told Kalia and Fialert in Gallu Amalia's office were simple. It's just that they want my enemies to target me.

In other words, with me and a handful of soldiers, he dives into the open, raids by surprise and punches the enemy in the rear. That's how we stormed the main unit in one breath. That seems grand and more conspicuous. That doesn't mean anything about suicide.

It would rather be close to the Yang Dynamics. From the Volvato army's perspective, it is an anomaly in which an enemy general leads a small number of soldiers into an ambush.

This is what the enemy commander would think, there must be something. Soldiers should think this is a good opportunity to win.

So if the commander and the soldiers don't engage and stop their legs, that's fine. If you want to intercept me successfully, I don't mind that. Because that means the enemy commander's spearhead will turn to me.

Clogged, that thunderous dragon no longer wears the Galuamaria, and that's how the giant sword called Kalia comes off the shackles and becomes free.

If the enemy strikes an ambush unit led by me, Garou Amalia's main unit will ram its back and Vestalinu's guerrilla unit will storm the flank. On the other hand, if they seem to be relative to the main unit, you can keep me biting off the main unit.

The ambush force is certainly in a critical position, but nothing is intended to be wiped out. I told Karia and Fialert that I would not die if I succeeded.

- Rugis. So, you thought I'd spread my hands and say it was a great idea?

- Right. You're not really thinking about it, are you?

I only remember that he had a wonderful smile. Both Kalia and Fialert. Oh, I see, smiling is still never meant to mean friendship. Sometimes it's vicious.

Besides, Karia went on to say:

- You can't do that to them. Each one is destroyed and ends. You're extraordinary, Fialert. Your father is.

Karia was clapping her shoulders, poking at the decisive fatality of the measures I spoke of.

That is, if the Commander-in-Chief is good and calm everywhere and can withstand my ambush and the attack of the main unit without disrupting the troops. That means it's all over.

Anyway, the local power is only up there. That's a strong enough disadvantage at the time of the ambush. If you were completely outnumbered by an ambush in that state, you'd just be crushed after that. Either way, it ends in an instant. I guess Kalia's eyes showed the obvious and the sight.

From there he exchanged several words and yet, Kalia did not give in hard work. I would have taken the liberty of leading the soldiers and jumping out if I had.

Karia had dangerous eyes at that time. It's like, if I move at all, I'm gonna eat your neck off just like that. Not a metaphor, not anything.

Such a fold, it was no one's fialert himself who mentioned this.

- All right. If you want so much ambush. I'll write to my father. Better than an ambush raid that won't save your life, will it?

For a moment, Fialert kept her mouth shut.

Mastigious-la-Borgograd says he is not as blasphemous as Fuku, joyfully demonic, although he is a mage and supremely rational person. That is why working with demons today should never be genuine either.

If so, it is possible that if you use your daughter's name to produce a document that you wish to meet, you will return a slight response. If we can exchange words, we may see another way. It won't be too late to wait for that, Fialert said.

I remember very well what the fialert looked like then. He was not confident, but rather seemed to have some certainty. But on the other hand, it's like you're killing something terribly cowardly, like that.

To be honest, I don't know what character a man named Mastigious does and what kind of criteria he has.

But if you look at the fialert, maybe you could never say that it was compatible with your father and daughter, like Karia-Birdnick and Barberidge-Birdnick.

I was born without a father or a mother, so I honestly don't know the emotional microscopy that would be there. But I knew it wouldn't be a good place to step into my voice.

Human beings don't want to be stepped into a realm that exists. To me, to them.

Thus there was a response to the sentence describing the name of the fialert offered by the military ambassador.

A man who has even cut off the surrender recommendations of each city said so, saying that it is okay to hold one meeting. Whether that's a tiger mouth trap, it's a coveted opportunity to exchange words with the opponent's commander.

That's why I'm wearing a robe and hiding my face until I get to the meeting place. Fialert apparently didn't care for my expression and sigh. I praise my shoulders and say, lurking my voice.

A black eye hiding from my robe was staring at me. I really think it's something to be praised for, Fialert says.

"There's no way I'm dissatisfied. If it belongs to an accomplice, it's more than that. I can't thank you enough for this plan."

But when I say I have no place to think about it, I lie.

The soldiers who followed me, believing in things like me, are still playing games with their enemies on the battlefield. In the meantime, I'm the only one in a place like the talks that doesn't fit the nature.

If there are people on my back who have given their lives, it would be my in-laws to die with them anyway. Otherwise, I can't get along.

Yes, speaking. Fialert said, letting him raise his robe only for a moment.

"It's not much of a mistake, is it? Though I can't dislike you. But the soldiers, Kalia. I'm not putting my life in your hands because I want you dead."

Black eyes are slowly looking at me.

I guessed at a glance. Contrary to the serene language, what was conceived there was indisputable anger. Not as much as a thin cloth is hidden, pure rage.

This may have been the first time I've been able to turn my outrage so far on Fialert, including back in the day.

"Because I don't want you to die, and I want to do it for you, I'll put my life in your hands. You are my gold, hero of all. We all wish you were alive."

Outside the battlefield, in the off-road, even off the streets. Fialert grabbed my hand and said with her own cheek on her back. My voice pokes at the core of my ear oddly.

"Good Rugis? If your accomplice tells me to die, I'll die laughing. That way you won't forget me. I'm sure you'll keep thinking about it forever."

Fialert said something extraordinarily surprising. But what surprised me was not the words.

That the face of the fialert that said it had a beautiful smile, almost to the point. That's even glittering enough.

I had no idea what this grin meant or how to take it.