A Wish to Grab Happiness

- On this occasion now, slash my neck.

It was never just my real father, Mastigious, who remembered the shock of being paralyzed by that word that Fialert spinned pale.

Hynd, the deputy general, has greatly distorted his grumpy face, and even Rugis, who should have been his companion above all in that way, has stiffened his fingertips and made his eyes rough. That's how the expression tells the story of what the hell happened.

Dear Trinity, Everyone couldn't get the word out of this obsidian girl once, and that's how she drank up with amazement and agitation.

Unexpectedly, the most sobering thing to see from the side was Mastigious, who received the word from the front. At least, it looked that way to Hynd.

Mastiguios lays his own hands up and down and opens his mouth in a relaxed tone. There were only a few sparks scattered in the shavings.

"- It would be too naive if that word were a threat. But I guess not."

That could have been the first fatherly word in a long time, among the words that Mastigious had unleashed on Fialert. Mastigious was aware of the wrinkles between his eyebrows and his thirsty lips.

Mastigious understands that fialert is never a foolish person. Seeing the behavior, the verses of words, from childhood onwards, there was no child of his own, such as a child wiser than this daughter. She must have been the one who understood most of the words Mastigious spoke. Undoubtedly the fialert was the best of his own children.

Except for defects in the ability to exercise deadly magic.

The magic in the body is present for more than twelve minutes, and there are no deficiencies in the technology to capture magic from the environment. But that final point. In terms of exercising magic and igniting, the fialert was not well endowed with talent.

It's like a water drain with too small a drinking mouth while keeping a large amount of water. If you can only exhale magic a little at a time, no matter how much magic you accumulate, that's pointless. For a magician, it can be called a defect that is more lethal than the nature of not accumulating magic.

Mastigious wonders how much that fact has tormented his daughter, I'm sure he won't understand.

I know that Fialert has tried to take in knowledge far more greedily than the others, that he has repeatedly trained in chanting to the point where his throat dries up, and that he is working on a new theory of magic.

How much can others say to my father that he did not sprout in all of it?

Thus, in the Volvato morning, landlord of sorcery, those who are sorcerers but cannot handle much sorcery are the object of persecution and ridicule. That was by no means as exceptional as the famous Borgograd family.

No, I'm sure it was a famous house, so the spine of that extra pressure would have wrapped around the shoulder of the fialert and devoured it into its skin.

How much was wounded in that soul, how much blood was shed. That is not understandable to others.

The only thing Mastigious could do was to let Fialert escape from a cage called Volvato. Never talented in academia. If you are a distant city state, you should also be able to hope to blossom that talent. That's what I thought, sent it out.

- That's how, in the middle of it, the evangelical war began.

Fall of the walled city of Galuamaria. I heard reports that Fialert had gone missing, but life and death were unknown, and there were even those in the house who rejoiced.

That's why the talented daughter doesn't deserve Borgograd. Maybe that's normal as a magician.

Unfortunately, however, a man named Mastigious was never magician in his nature, while in his witchcraft he was kept under the patronage of God. That's what he brought with him from birth and his grandfather's influence is great.

For Mastigios, the death of Fialert is close to the death of himself with his hands around his neck. No, that's the whole truth. My impudence drove my daughter to the abyss of death.

When I heard that the daughter was alive, that's how I actually saw her. The emotions that have come and gone into Mastigious's chest are too complicated. relief and joy that she was alive. Great anxiety and skepticism about the fact that we are now on the enemy.

Yes, I'm skeptical. That's what makes it the biggest emotion and living in the chest right now in Mastigious.

In response to Mastigious's inquiry, Fialert put aside a beat before answering.

"Yes, my lord. I think your Excellency has thought about it. Now here we are - the new kingdom of Garrist and the Volvato dynasty crossing spears and offering their lives, only to be glad."

Once so separated, the fialert breathes lightly. Black eyes chewed the colour of fright they had once shown, pointing straight at Mastigious.

"In the past, demons have repeatedly attacked us individually. This is less of a threat to humanity than a threat to the state. Now they're definitely tearing their fangs off at us with their hands together. The Great Demon obeys the Demon, and the Demon obeys the Demon Warcraft - this is no longer a war of hegemony for the continent, my lord, by humanity and demonization. Now if we do not join hands, mankind will return to the past. Instead of witchcraft living in the gaps of human life, humankind will hide in the gaps where witchcraft live and become a world that kills and lives its breath."

Sooner or later, humanity will become a demonic livestock. Then Fialert said smoothly that it would be no different if he died here.

At least those eyes don't have false colors, and I don't feel upset by the verses of words. Whatever the history, there was no mistake that the man named Fialert spoke the word as true.

Mastigious leaked a small exhalation to an unnoticed extent by others. The wrinkles in the eye area deepen, tightening around the body, and the flames of thunder can be bounced. By his side, Hynd was peeling his eyes off.

I don't think everything Fialert says is false. Some thoughts are on both sides, and I'm sure they still put together something with a demonic nature close to the Union. No, I suppose I should say I found out about the lead.

The demons, who until now had only a chain of command on a tribal basis, have the will as a group as if they had obtained one absolute. That alone is a threat, but the Great Devil, the Demon's assault. This is undoubtedly a danger to humanity itself.

Yes, the patron officer of the Garrist kingdom of the past, the messenger offered by Jace-Brackenberry, also spoke of his proximity to it.

- The time has passed when we should no longer be choosing means and claims, Lord Mastigious.

Mastigious remembers that such words were inscribed in the message from Blackenberry.

Therefore, Mastigious also had problems scratching his spine. What is to be done, by fulfilling only the duties of a magical general? What should I do now?

But I'm a big skeptic that there's more to it than that. That was crawling around in his chest, seeping into his eyes now.

Mastiguios' gaze turns from Fialert to Rugis beside him.

"Lord Rugis. Don't get me wrong, I want to hear it."

Indeed, what Fialert is saying is not a mistake. Mastigious understands that he wanted to snap his own neck once and for all.

But Fialert's eyes were not too starchy, they were just one color. It's not about being smart or that you've set your mind to it, but something else.

I'm sure she doesn't care if she's really strangled right now. I could intuit Mastigious to accept death and take it for granted.

That's never normal or anything like that. It is still unusual to say no.

I don't understand what happened to my own daughter, Mastigious. Should we fulfill this and call it growth? Or should I say distorted?

If you let it distort you, then who is it?

It is no longer obvious. A thunderstorm struck as it wrapped around the whole body of the mastigious. He realized that the expression of emotions was very unlikely to stop him.

It is a great pleasure for my daughter, who should have died once, to have shown herself like this. If it were, it would be impossible to imitate it once and for all, let alone distort it. Deep in the chest of Mastigious, the emotions that had been indulged for many years were thunderous and ringing.

"- Is it you who gave the fia alert?

The only tone Mastigios kept calm was in that tone. My lips are tightened up hard and my emotions are moving in the open. From a fully raised body, a naturally occurring thunderstorm vibrated the universe and strained the air everywhere.

Earlier my father revealed his upset at my daughter's words, but now it seems my daughter was on the side of being shaken by my father's words. Black eyes opened wide with shame, white cheeks stained like the sun had fallen. That's what the facial details told me about what you were talking about.

With it comes Mastiguios to certainty. After all, it was the hero, Rugis, who gave his daughter away.

At the end of that gaze, Rugis said with her lips open looking really uncomfortable.

"- You want me to undo what I'm saying now, General. Fialert's not as dumb or cheap as I am."

With a voice like a twist out of the depths of his chest, Rugis said, and stood up to respond to Mastigious. Strange warfare covers the place for talks, and the gaze of a demon general and a hero even accompanies the mass. Only the deputy general present was turning that face blue.

That, in the middle.

- The sound of something bursting far above. So the devil's loud noise covered the sky.