A Wish to Grab Happiness

Far above the walled city of Galuamaria. The devil bird leaks a non-bird-like chirp and rocks the universe as it opens its big mouth.

"Ooh. Laboooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. I can't believe people can scratch people. That's not how it used to be."

Words cleverly spinning with a bird's voice. It's a voice I could hear for Rabul.

Toxic Junelba, a demon who serves the great demon Vrilligant as well as Labur. I'm guessing he's making his voice heard through his own use of demons. To him, the wingspan is easy.

Rabul said as usual, holding a black-eyed mage at hand. It was as if he hadn't felt the pain in his neck or his flank.

"Junelba. In the battlefield, it is not important to be full or not. Immediately, correct. It's just that that person outdid me in that place."

Rabour says as he deposits his body in his big feathers.

That's a tough fact for her. It has nothing to do with the enemy, even if he is full. Rabul understands that excuses and such are the most meaningless acts in the world.

But Junelba seemed as if he wasn't convinced. It's his character, and it's his obsession. It is impossible for a demon to procrastinate against a human being.

A demon is a disaster, and it should be absolute if you take it apart from the Great Demon. The exception was only the human hero Altia.

Junelba thinks of an earlier sight in his sight. Dressed in green, that man. Certainly foreign in humans. There's no mistake you're starting to get out of your mind.

- But I don't think it's going to compare to Altier. So much Altia was the only one.

Junelba was, in a way, very pure magic. He's looking down terribly on humans, and he's even scorning them.

Humans are despicable and weak, and soon they make a mockery in their companions, but they make a betrayal. It deserves contempt.

However, Altia was the only one who was different. That's why Junelba shows respect for Altia so much as a human being.

She behaved in a hellish manner, showing neither fine dust nor inferiority, but controlling all the demons of the world. Junelba thinks it's worth mentioning her.

I guess what Junelba is conceiving also got into Labourg's sight. Tilt his little neck and Labur opens his mouth so that he can sigh.

"Your assessment is always one-sided. That's not right. I give him a certain credit. Immediately, correct me."

"Ho, I envy you. How dare you give me credit from my beloved Laboure. You make me jealous. Is that why you let him live?"

It was like an emotionless, joking voice. Rabul did not react much to that light mouth. I knew Junelba was pointing a close emotion towards me, but because I don't understand the essential part of it in Labourg.

So I just said one word.

"Yeah. Whatever it is, there will be no more problems. I have accomplished my goal. heart, massive blood tides, and so a new demonic"

Everything is complete, Rabul said. It's an unmistakable truth, a fact that never changes how humans scratched their feet from here on out.

There is little to be accomplished, even if it no longer reaches Rabour and then Junelba. Slowly, with sophisticated hands, Rabul glances over the human lid at hand.

This is how I got the cost of the heart I was most concerned about. Later the main great demon Vrilligant will only regain its full strength. That ends it all.

Because the Great Devil Vrilligant is the symbol of the end.

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Deputy General Hynd lowers his back to the chair and exhales loudly. The sight crossed between the white of death and snow and the black of the forest, and he was very restless.

The devil bird who took the general's son Tafia Alert is far away. I don't even see that. In the abandoned road lodging, the creed religion and the Volvato army humans remained silent without a word.

The crest instructor, the Volvato soldier, even the soldier who was hiding, showed his face and was dealing with the matter on the spot, but no one and he had a sinking face.

Of course Hynd bites his back teeth. The crest army and the Volvato army, their commanding men, gathered together, and ended up being flirted with by the demons. I don't know what their thoughts are, but still, this one just got turned around in my hand. I couldn't have told the soldiers not to sink.

There is thoughtlessness and humiliation in all of us, and that is how an irresistible sense of helplessness emerges. With Hynd, I wanted to be disturbed if I was allowed to.

But he is desperately disguised as calm by his Admiral, who would most certainly want to expose his passion. Zeroing words and emotions here could have been an insult to him. That's why Hynd bites his lips and desperately kills his voice.

Mastiguios had been treated for that one arm as he roared from time to time. I can feel my own thunderstorm refluxing or the slight smell of blood and meat burning over the table.

Rugis, the commander of the crest army, was also addicted to chewing tobacco while undergoing mild treatment.

What a strange space. Two commander-in-chief who should have been hostile are now making the house the same without even showing hostility here.

"... Commander Rugis"

Hynd didn't think of it, and he spoke to the man. Those sharp eyes twitch towards me.

Because Hynd wasn't going to be able to get away with it if he had to speak up somehow. I knew for myself that my vision was shaking and my head was going to do something about it.

But no one in my army can spill stupidity. It may have been Rugis of the enemy army in a way that made him feel comfortable speaking up.

"We retreat temporarily. We can no longer carry on the battle more than the general was wounded. What will you do?"

That was what Hynd's straying was all about. It is impossible to continue the siege battle as it is now than Mastigious was wounded. But what do you do because you retreated once?

Though the demon Rabul has disappeared, the situation has not changed much. From now on, the Volvato army must continue to seek the West without fail.

In a voice as if to say, Heind said. On the other hand, Rugis opened his lips with much ease.

"I don't know what to do. I told you."

His chewing cigarette off his lips and his face, which did not hide his wounds, looked at the hind. Hynd felt his heart remember a strange high beep.

"Nothing will change - we will sweep the demons and demons hostile to humans from this earth."

Hynd found nature and himself badly distorting his expression. My eyes are so cramped. My fingers rang lightly and my mouth was inadvertently open.

"Why... why. You can say that. Didn't you see that?

Yes. How can you say that now? While watching the Demon Man so close.

A demon doesn't just mean he's mighty. They're just there, eagling people's hearts with ease, picking out their spirits. Humans have no choice but to be swallowed by their overwhelming presence as frogs stared at by snakes.

With Hynd, it would be a lie if I said I didn't remember trembling in front of Rabul. How bold, how brave, it will crumble in front of them. Why?

Rugis opened his eyes to surprise for a moment, but still spoke for granted.

"That's the only way. You'll see. They're human lives. I don't even think about dust. If everyone kneels down here now, humans will be their livestock until their descendants. The time comes to be killed whenever you want and trampled whenever you want. There comes a time when you can't even protect one woman you loved."

Hynd found out how this man was a hero to this time.

That word has a strange charm. Words that force you to stir up your heart that has fallen to the bottom. He never stops where people would otherwise stop. I've only seen it before by madness.

It's like you don't know you're giving up.

That's why people can't take their eyes off him. That's why people go after his back.

Hynd understood in an instant that it was dangerous. This is a man who makes people change. He's a man who moves people in unison. Very, very unlikely.

By the time Hynd felt it, he had already heard his voice. A voice that is low and then echoes from the bottom of the earth.

"... Lord Rugis. I heard you killed a demon. Are you serious?"

"What happens when you lie? I'm not alone, though. But you see, if they scratch, they run. Then you have a strong winning eye."

Soon, Mastigious had his eyes open. The expression is no longer separated from warmth, etc., and full of passion.

The original stern face of Mastigious had begun to show its colour, no longer more than its majesty as a magical guide general.

"Then can we kill Laboure and Vrilligant? What do you say?"

There was an unusual atmosphere. Sometimes the air is so hot that the dead snow is about to evaporate, and two men are at its center.

Rugis said as he slapped a light mouth in it.

"If only you'd cooperate. What do we do, General? Kicked out, run for use and die? Or die looking forwards."

"- You're both sorry. All of them will die anyway. Isn't that right, Lord Rugis?

There was a thunderstorm. A roar sounds and the magical mystery covers the surrounding area. A demon roar was raised, as if he no longer lost any fasteners.

The street talks, which have only a few witnesses, are later conveyed in a great deal of footprint. They had tens of thousands of troops with each other, or that the general's son exchanged marriages with the heroes of the crest army on the spot?

But what is certain is the new kingdom of Garrist and the Volvato army. These two have undoubtedly joined hands for the first time on this occasion.