A Wish to Grab Happiness

Both Volvato soldiers and crest instructors look out for the sight without knowing it. They were experiencing strange fire lighting rather than death snow chills on their cheeks.

What was in sight was a big sandstorm like trying to devour the earth itself. The wind is disturbed, and when fine sand rises, it beats the sky. Within a moment, sand was engulfing the soldiers of both forces.

Everyone couldn't get the sight. Is this magic by someone, or is it a naturally occurring anomaly? If it's magic, it's involving both armies, and I've never heard of sandstorms around Gallu Amalia.

Then what. Why is this happening?

Heavy rain in the sand that does not open the lid satisfactorily either. Everyone held their feet for a moment and was struck in the cheek by confusion. Every time sand is tangled in my hands and feet, I lose my strength. The harder it was to have a weapon. Sorceress veterans and others lay their bodies on the earth lightly.

Sandstorm fully strengthened the momentum so as to take away even the confusion, engulfing the soldiers and disappearing lightly as such. Leaving only sand, the sky returns to cloudy skies at all times.

The moment everyone loses their word about the rest and even the enthusiasm on the battlefield. The voice sounded.

- Both sides, lower your spears. There's no longer any reason to scatter your life!

A voice containing a hectic confidence and accompanied by a heavy pressure atmosphere. That voice amplified by magic told me to envelop the entire battlefield.

Sounds more familiar to Volvato soldiers than anything else. The voice of those who lead themselves and guide themselves. With a slightly sad voice, he continued his words.

"Orders in the name of the Demonic Guiding General Mastigious-la-Borgograd. Soldier Volvato, stop fighting. No longer has that meaning been lost '

For a moment. Every Volvato soldier can't accept words for abrupt orders to end the war. But that is also why it is difficult for the soldiers to defy the words of General Magic.

What should I believe? No. What's happening now in the first place?

Everyone sees bewilderment in the battlefield, yet slowly loses its will.

But only Deputy General Eileen-Ray Lachiador was different. Pure animosity and ambition are still swirling in its eyes. Eileen opens her lips as if screaming in heaven.

"- Is that stupid! In front of us now, there is our victory. There is our glory! My lord, we can be the champions of the continent!

It was a squeezed voice from the bottom of my heart. The Lachiador family's, Volvato morning grief is there now. Why do I need to lower my spear when I say so?

Eileen even thinks that the Commander of Demons is imitating this in order not to allow himself to give credit. But the next thing I knew, I could hear it ringing directly in my ear.

"The fatherland is doomed, Lachiador. I was a fool, but you wouldn't be."

A horse's hoof made a slight kick in the sand. Eileen, who stood in the main battalion, turned unknowingly towards the sound.

The Magic Guide General Mastigious was there, rocked by horses. I guess it was also after I got close to this one.

It was magnificent to follow the wound into his body, but to take the escort with him. When Eileen asks the meaning of the word with her gaze, Mastigious slowly lowers herself off the horse and says:

"Rabul the devil broke that covenant while he promised not to hurt my people. They no longer have the will to keep our promises."

Hearing Mastigious's words, Eileen accidentally bit her teeth. I'm not even supposed to be shocked by that word.

Anyway, that's what everybody knew.

Demons who see humans only as their own toys or livestock. The demon is Fuku's unknown demon. The kingdom gave in with its aliens, and the kingdom lay down on the earth.

To that situation, why do demons need to keep their promises to humans? Where it was torn, there was nothing this one could do. The fatherland is not strange no matter when it ends in despair with them sticking their blades up.

Eileen opened her mouth as she sparkled those sharp eyes. The emotions scratched around by infectious magic were going to come out of its mouth.

"... didn't you know that too? My lord, I know, and my country has chosen to extend my life for the time being."

It was a rare, not overlooked voice for Eileen. He was a voice with emotions in his chest that included dark things and were difficult to devote to his brush tongue.

Eileen's words may be said to be the truth itself. The Volvato morning was demonized and its authority was painted with humiliation. The army, which should have been great, is only used at the fingertips of demons.

There was no longer kingship there, and dignity and other shattered and fell. So if you choose to extend your life instead of die.

The only way to do this is to get drunk on blood and greed. The only way to keep yourself sane is to get booze to distract you from that worst reality.

The general, the troop leader, I'm sure even the soldiers knew. What kind of thing is this Seiji like?

To Eileen's words, Mastigious kept a moment of silence. There might have been some kind of empathy floating around there.

There was nothing I could do about it, even if I knew everything. So I just have to get enthusiastic about what's in front of me. I just have to assume that's the truth.

Eileen immersed herself in battlefield enthusiasm and continued to maintain that sanity.

"Lachiador"

A word, Mastigios tells. Eileen raised her face, which she lay low at some point, and looked at her superior officer's face.

"- Face up, look forward. You no longer have to look away. Our enemies are in the East. That's the only truth."

Mastigios was looking up lightly. Its black eyes reflect the leaning sunlight.

"Does Your Excellency say he will discuss it? You think the state will stand up to a succumbing monster?

The demons who devour all sorcery and twist the magician like a baby. Eileen could tell that just by showing that figure on her eyelid, something dark crept into her heart.

If we were to go against that one, it would be better if we still had our eyes on the other battlefields. It is much cheaper and more secure to be in falsehood.

"That's right. You'd understand, Lachiador. I finally understood. There is no longer time for human beings to quarrel with each other. We stand in the depths of the cliffs."

Eileen hated the words of this hand of Mastigious. I'm not talking about it, but I believe he's really smart about Eileen.

Even if all that wisdom, talent and witchcraft is a curse worn to drive down the Borgograds.

I just hate Eileen for those black eyes staring straight at me. I didn't like the confident look.

"You have no blame. It's all my fault. After it's all over, I'm the only one who takes the sin. Lachiador, will you help me once and for all now"

But Eileen knew full well that he was the only one who recognized her power from the front.

That's why Eileen is still in his vice general's seat. Even if it goes against that order, I really can't hate it in essence.

Speaking of not getting lost in words, lie. Speaking of which I didn't have anything to think about in my chest, lying. But Eileen said on her knees on the spot.

"- If that's your word, my lord"

Here, the War of the Apocalypse came to an end first. The scars are not shallow, and mankind is still antithetical.

However, it was certain that we had one opportunity. Garrist kingdom, the southern nation of Elizardo, and so the male Volvato morning of the East.

There is no record of his three countries tying together a system of cooperation, even if they tie together a history book. If we are to look only at the fact that a nation of the same size has been united, we must go back to the days of Altia.

So this is an opportunity for one history. for the disputed nations to become a united force.

Only one man was tying it together.