A Wish to Grab Happiness

Eastern part of the continent. It is good to say that the area where the Volvato morning affects is more magical than other nations.

It can be seen from the signs of river construction by lords, or from medical practices, warcraft payments, and the presence of magic fuel by magicians with villages.

Whatever it is, it is good to say that the villagers are consequently able to live better than in other countries.

Even if it does not extend to the kingdom of Garrist, which monopolizes fertile lands in the centre of the continent, the Volvato morning is rich as a nation if you look at every single village, richer than the kingdom of Garrist.

In one small village, toddlers can run around in the village square even though it is death and snow. Enjoy it, then, frankly.

Today the lord had told me that there was no problem walking outside. You can't go out on boulders outside the village, but it's been a long distraction since the Great Demon ruled you.

Adults and children are smiling slightly.

There are many challenges there, and even though they are still developing, the Volvato morning did show signs of a great magical civilization.

And the bud was now on its way to collapse.

"You humans know why we can't beat demonization?

Demon. Toxic Junelba asked as he captured the little village at the end of his gaze with the eyes of a raptor.

By the side, a magician and a man dressed in clothes bow his head and open his mouth with humility. There was a melancholy grin on his face.

"Yes... Is it because you are weaker than the devil, without magic or power?"

"You think so? Haaan, hahahahaha"

Junelba gave the answer a slightly higher laugh like a bird's chirp, and ate the man's skull.

The man died without screaming or stopping the demon. The chewing noise snaps and squeaks, and the zero blood pollutes Junelba's feathers.

The sorcerers who followed his surroundings as if they were escorts shook their shoulders with pitiful screams.

There is an unmistakable colour in those eyes that sees the carbide. But they will never turn against this demon. For they saw early that they could not beat the devil, and offered themselves unto his subordination to spare their own lives.

But there will be no one to blame for them. Whatever its history, the state itself, the Volvato Morning, is now only a prisoner of Vrilligant. So when it comes to later options, obedience or death.

In that regard, they may know where to put themselves in a way.

After Junelba devours the man's skull, one man advances out with his head dripping from behind it.

"Master Demon. May I?"

"Huh? What? You know what I mean? Human."

The man grinned and nodded. It was a soft grin, accustomed to uttering words.

"Yes, we are weak because we keep the weak alive. I didn't kill what was supposed to be eliminated. So it falls weak to the whole human race"

Junelba looked at the man's face next time and strengthened his eyes. I guess you're working out how you should receive that answer.

The man never distorted his soft face either, but he stiffened his eyes on the boulder. Sweat runs down my neck muscles.

Set aside for a moment, Junelba opened his mouth.

"Sort of?

In that short word, the man was convinced that his words touched the devil's harp line. Unable to contain the deviant mind, he rang his chest and gave instructions to his men, roughing up his words.

My men let their expressions stretch for a moment, but they quickly let their feet run away and disappear so as not to damage the mood of the demon and master.

Since I heard today that the demon Junelba was going to look around his territory, the man had prepared one for them to amuse.

Now the masters of this nation are the Great Demons, but it is essentially the Demons who give instructions and orders. Then they will if they like it.

The man waits a short time to say, turning back his glasses, which seemed to slip off in cold sweat.

"- Take a look, demon. Let us cut off our weaknesses so that we humans too may be closer to the devil! That's why we're here."

That's what the man said and put his arm up on the signal.

After a moment, the fire smoke rises from around the village. That green smoke is not just smoke. A testament to the fire burned by magic fuel. It will not disappear easily and illuminate the flame sooner.

Magic fuel provided for villages to survive the long dead snow. Its green smoke now covers the village. Quickly and more viciously, let them lose their escape.

- And there was a voice raised that was not a voice. The burning smell of meat also drifts away.

Crying, screaming and screaming. Smoke rises so that it pushes and wraps everything in your voice. Increasingly as it was blown by the wind, the fire strengthened its momentum and killed people in the village. Smoke, which was green, stains black.

Junelba opened his mouth with a small laugh this time, as he was satisfied with the way it was.

"Kuhaha! That's better for humans. What's your name?"

The man took a spit. The existence of witchcraft does not call the basic human thing by name. I guess I'm not even willing to remember.

But if a demon at the apex of his witchcraft remembers his name, he will see better. The man giggled damned all over his chest.

Until now, I have been suppressed and treated with unhappiness by a bunch of demon guides, famous magicians. But not from now on. There are no troublesome demonic guidance generals, and this country is no longer under demonic heaven. Then he was most well looked upon, and now he sees the eyes of the day.

The man still said with a soft grin.

"Yes - my name is Keel-Bazarov. Please leave a message, demon."

As Keel's bent cheeks lit up, the flames that dazzled the village illuminated its surroundings brilliantly.

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Within the walls of Galuamaria, Kalia-Birdnick opened his mouth as he gently narrowed his silver eyes.

"The result of joining hands with General Magic's guide is the loss of the fialert… that's a painful price to pay"

Karia lurked her voice wherever possible, and then told her not to get emotional. Because if I got poorly emotional, I knew very well that would inspire Rugis.

In the clerk's office, Rugis had not said a word from earlier with a polished cloth on his treasure sword. His silence so far is unusual from the long-time Kalia of his relationship.

Of course, there must be tiredness going around the soldiers, consoling them with words, and continuing to hold meetings with the Magic Guide generals for a long time. Still, he used to make jokes lightly if he was alone with Karia.

Because that's what's now sharpening the sword even deeper. From the side, it's not vicious.

Karia didn't even hate staring at me like that. I'm worried about the boulder if it lasts.

Kalia and I do not take it cheaply that the figure of Fialert was taken away by the demon. There is a sense of impatience in your chest, and you bite your teeth. I can also guess the emotion that Rugis has.

But if you put that kind of rush on the table, you can't be the one to bind people. In that regard Karia knew the art of separating emotion from reason in her education as a cavalier class.

However, when a foreign molecule named Rugis is dispersed, its rationality dissolves in an instant. Karia believes herself to be calm, to say the least.

Rugis said to sigh as Kalia strengthened her silver eyes and let her gaze.

"Don't worry, Karia. You'd rather compliment me on my growth. Once upon a time, I was riding into Volvato on a horse."

To Rugis, who said so while distorting the end of his mouth, Karia accidentally clapped her shoulders and smiled bitterly.

Indeed, as I said, he did not know for a moment that he would suppress himself. In that sense, maybe it can be called growth.

"Right. For you, I can say I'm patient. I'll admit it."

If you can afford to tap lightly, you won't crumble. When Karia breathes relief in her chest, the office door is knocked. The serious beating must have belonged to the mercenary's long-lasting Vestalinu.

"Excuse me, Commander - and Lord Kalia. I have one report for you."

Vestalinu first reflected Rugis' appearance in his sight above all, and then after a while he saw Karia at the edge of his eyes. You knew Kalia existed before you entered the room.

Its neat face seemed serious and obedient at first sight, but close to a stiff blade from Kalia. These kinds of people, once seen as enemies, will not break that perception for the rest of their lives. The opposite is true because the muscles are passing through.

It was as if they were showing their old self a little while back, and Karia let her cheeks snap. I'm sure Vestalinu doesn't even care that he was slashed on the shoulder once, and will show himself his fangs if necessary. I had eyes like that.

Hit and change, Vestalinu says against Rugis looking in a good mood.

"We have envoys coming from a group of major urban states. There are many things to do… Volvato morning and our cease-fire, so I guess I decided on my attitude from opportunism."

Kalia sighed unexpectedly at Vestalinu's report.

Those of you who didn't even try to meet this messenger during the battle are doing well. Kalia had predictions of the great thoughts of the group of urban states.

Daimyo, you just want to ride on this one who stood on the arrow and negotiate with the Volvato Morning as the Union of Urban States. Ultimately, you must be thinking of it as a price for aggression or as good as an inviolability treaty.

In fat soil, weed spreads. Karia had a bitter look on her face, but Rugis still thought it would be good to treat them like they were bad. For better or worse, it is a man named Him who is only tolerant.

Rugis leaves a cloth on his treasure sword and raises his gaze to Vestalinu. The shade of violet electricity was reflected in my eyes.

Open your mouth slowly.

"Drive me back. Don't ever show me your face again."

First Vestalinu, then Kalia opened her eyes wide. We both doubted our ears for a moment for words that were not too much like his. Rugis says politely polishing the treasure sword.

"Fialert wasn't caught for their safety. The soldiers who followed me didn't die to replace them. Wouldn't you? Okay, Vestalinu, tell him this."

Karia finally understood then. That's how I fell strangely.

"- You insult my people, soldier. I'll make sure you don't even get an opportunism."

Rugis was not always the same, if not calm at all.