A Wish to Grab Happiness

In the Volvato army tent. In a grumpy mood at what time, Eileen-Ray Lachiador wrinkles at the nasal muscle that passes softly. The commanding officer stretched his spine frighteningly over the condition of his deputy general. Lie your eyes down so you don't accidentally gaze at each other.

As a matter of fact, the conductor also knew Eileen would react like this. But it can't be that it doesn't play a role. Communicate the order through its mouth.

Heard everything, put down a beat, then Eileen said.

"... show your back and retreat? I wonder who gave such a funny order."

Eileen's sharp fingertips dance through the universe without her location. The tone was still calm, but the expression and restlessness still describe her chest as plausible.

Stuck, I don't like this order.

Ancient ginseng soldiers who have long followed Eileen thought so. She is brilliant and calm, but there was a bad habit that made her uncontrollable when it came here.

That's when it was decided that she would say the same words. It's not funny, he said.

The conductor looked frightened as if he had been shot dead by Eileen's eyes, and said:

"Yes. By direct order of His Excellency the Commander of Magic..."

"- It's a lie. Yeah, your orders must be wrong."

Eileen utters the word coldly, sparkling both eyes brilliantly. Her one voice made her quiet as the inside of a simple tent frozen. The soldiers outside the tent must have felt the atmosphere. Nature and voice dived, and at times the surroundings became silent.

For a moment, the conductor didn't know what Eileen was trying to say.

Lies and nothing, it was from the Magic General Mastigious himself that the Herald received the word. I can recall everything from my habit as a conductor, every word of it, to how my words are.

That's what the general said when he retreated. He also gave his life to Deputy General Eileen to prepare him for it. It's all the truth without error itself.

But I guess it's sad. The role of the conductor is to tell Eileen things, not to persuade her. Thus, if Deputy General Eileen decides that the contents of the decree are incorrect. The only thing that can make it right is a master mastigious.

Even if he is a lieutenant general, a king with an army and on the battlefield. True or false reporting is determined by one of its minds.

It is common for the military to lose so much sin against the lives of its superiors as long as it achieves merit in that way.

Eileen's mind had already been set long before. She said as she made a grip, trembling at the soldiers.

"We will continue the siege. I will join the battlefield again, too. After a small pause, re-assault. Now let it fall."

I just don't say that's the only thing that shows up in my sight anymore.

Eileen's infectious magic that infects her surroundings with heat and makes her walk to death without hesitation. But now, as if Eileen herself had even been hit by that fever, we are moving on to the battlefield.

All because of the ambitions of the Lachiador family. That's how for the Volvato morning grief.

If you now have Galuamaria in the heart of the group of urban nations, the Bolvato morning, which was nothing more than an Oriental male, leaps heavenly toward the champion of the continent.

The opportunity to oust the Garrist kingdom, which has established immovable status, is just around the corner. And if it be so, the name of Lachiador shall be immortal.

Eileen laughs lightly as she lights her cheeks to her expectations. The fever that infected magic exhaled also devoured her thoughts and body.

"- Come on, let's form the Seoul. The glory is already on its face."

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of the defensive captain, a yell close to screaming. Wounded soldier whimpers. Smell of blood and iron. Signs of the letter looming defeat.

That was everything in the back gate of Gallu Amalia here. Those unnecessarily come into my ears and my sight because the enemy's attacks are in a small pause.

It was strange to Hayes that it would not, though it would be a sight he wanted to cry out just at first sight.

Hayes and I are naturally not intact. A flank wound sustained by enemy soldiers climbing the castle gate several times is giving birth to twitching pain.

I didn't have time for a doctor to see it. There are literally countless more seriously wounded soldiers than Hayes, and the fact that they are being treated means they are dying.

Hayes exhales deeply. You were cutting your mouth. It tasted like blood. My tongue is paralyzed and doesn't move well.

"Are you scared, soldier boy?"

Jizz, an ancient soldier, said a few unknown inquiries. I thought he was dead because he wasn't visible, but he was just a little out of his possession.

Hair with gray hair is in strange shades with blood on it. Hayes didn't know who it was for a moment because of it.

"I'm scared. It's amazing. I want to run away."

Hayes was surprised that those words popped out of his mouth lightly. Human beings may be a habit that can be honest if things are extreme. Or is it heartbreaking that the enemy forces have temporarily stopped attacking?

Whatever it was, the intense tension I was feeling during the march could not disappear, and only an incredible calm lay in Hayes.

Jizz lay his eyes down for a moment, but put his hand on Hayes' shoulder and said.

"... Hayes. I knew Noon would too. I'm so scared that I want to run away now. But, okay. Human value is determined when faced with fear. Don't turn your eyes away, if you're not scared, you'll be strong. But hey. It's just fatalistic."

Hayes was going to laugh naturally at Jizz for making a serious face at no time. I never knew jizz could throw up such a serious word until now.

I don't know why I've never seen such a side of this dying battlefield before, but I've had a weird laugh.

Look at Hayce's face like that. Jean, Jizz looks straight in the eye and says: The expression and the language were still sincere. Jizz didn't call Hayes a boy soldier anymore.

"It's worth it because you know fear and still keep your eyes open. That's what people call courage. Remember, Hayes."

Up to this point, Hayes found out that Jizz was trying to tell him something out of the blue. It's not like we've known each other for a long time, but apparently Jizz is a race that doesn't like delusions.

The look and atmosphere were clearly different from everything else. Lightness falls out, and only dexterity remains.

If that changes the atmosphere of the soldier, that is, at the time of death.

"I'm coming, too, Mr. Jizz. You're going, somewhere."

Hayes', that was abrupt. It's like we're not in a conversation, and it's not connected to anything. Probably could have guessed what it was about.

Jizz, however, distorted his expression in the way that it had become overt. He's doing his hand on his mouth and letting his gaze wander around wondering if he'd let anything slip in his mouth. Again, he seems to be poorly deluded.

Saying two or three words, Jizz tried to fix the spot, but Hayes didn't feel like leaving for some reason. It doesn't mean I'm out of blood. However, I naturally thought that if Jizz was going to do it, it would be necessary.

Jizz sighed heavily, saying:

"... I've been talking to the defensive captain. Walk out of the castle gate with the reserve and strike back at the enemy army. Look at them. I don't know if he's on short pause, but he's barely in line. I don't think they're even supposed to come out."

In fact, the enemy is sitting back so that both soldiers and magic vets can rest on themselves. Now, if you dare assault, you might be able to do some damage, albeit some.

But it's never unharmed. Besides, it can be assumed that the enemy soldier's blatant exposure is an invitation.

Whatever it is, death is definitely next door. No, you can say you'll jump into death yourself. A backlash assault.

Scary. Hayes trembles and leaks his breath. I felt like my heart had fallen to the belly position. Very, very scared.

Hayes said after taking a few deep breaths.

"Well, let's go, Mr. Jizz. I'm scared, but I'm a soldier."

With a distorted grin on his cheek, Hayes stood up. My legs were trembling, but I didn't want to sit there again wondering.