A Wish to Grab Happiness

Within the Gallu Amalia Wall. In an argument on the floor a few times I don't know, some never get tired of flying a corner bubble, others make a small difficult face and roar.

Everyone in attendance there seemed to be trying to take on some role on their own.

Volvato Army Heind-Büsse, for example, had worked hard to calmly sum up the whole opinion, and Eileen-Ray Lachiador, on the other hand, opens his mouth first to encourage his own.

I guess from the way it is, they are used to these places. It is only with their help that humans like a chunk of their personality, a mage, manage to have an argument.

But for the sword that followed the hero, neither of them was in his sight. Proudly, proudly, the treasure sword rings its beautiful blade. The main Rugis was just looking at the floor silently.

I think the treasure sword is quiet. Actors are different from the Lord and others. The participants in the meeting seem to be discussing and can never ignore Rugis. Without saying a word, one of the rulers of this place is undoubtedly the Lord. That's what I am, the Lord.

The treasure sword is lifted to Rugis' waist with satisfaction and shakes the universe. Well, if you're going to mainly shoulder to shoulder on this occasion, then there's only one person to be precise.

A giant body whispered, looking at the argument, just as Rugis did.

"Don't kill me, Lord Rugis. Hurry up and you won't get anything. Sometimes we have to sneak in."

"... how can you afford that, General? Don't you worry about your daughter?"

Rugis also told Mastigious-la-Borgograd, who spoke easily beside him, to speak lightly. I don't see the nervousness of talking to a general of a country in that bare gesture of speaking with shoulders flattered.

"Whatever, I'm worried. But not as anxious as you are. It's a quick thing to grow a kid. She was no longer a fia alert I knew. You deserve to see it without your parents."

"That would be right. I don't know any more magicians than Fialert. Even you."

"Ha ha! Excellent. The growth of the child and the companion that will stay with the child. If you look at the two, as a parent, as a magician, I really do."

Rugis leaves his spine and shoulders behind in the chair, his lips twitching with eyes like he sees something frigid.

"That's why you're telling me. I'm not a fialert companion. I don't know what to say."

At all, the treasure sword is at the Lord's waist and makes the blade hot.

Indeed, the Lord Rugis is a hero, and a hero is one who prefers color. Among the heroic braves who held the sword of the past, such beings existed in many ways.

I don't think that's evil or anything. Seeking a certain kind of mate can also be considered a natural desire as an organism.

But apart from the Lord, the treasure sword shines the blade beautifully. The body itself seemed to be a sharp will.

Already the self and the Lord are the same beings that have merged their souls, even if cut, they are inseparable. If one is lost, so is the other.

Aside from the purpose of leaving offspring, the act of seeking a partner has the nature of filling in one's shortcomings. Humans have continued to develop by gathering together to serve as a base for each other.

Therefore, I think the treasure sword. Since there is no longer any incomplete place in the Lord Rugis, why do you need a companion, etc.? If there is a predominantly imperfect spot, there is only one self to fill it.

Without a reason to know the vivid pulse of the treasure sword, Mastigious still said with a grin.

"Well, I hope you're not on your own. I don't say this to people my daughter doesn't want."

At the same time that Rugis stiffened his expression to the words, he really had a deliberate cough. Obviously, Rugis and Mastigious are blaming the debate for an irrelevant welcome.

There is only one person on this occasion who can imitate the two men who can be considered the chief commanders of each army.

"I'm sorry to be rude. But now I just got a lively opinion, and I was hoping you both could say something."

In a gesture that embodied disrespect, Eileen said, hardening her beautiful smile. I'm not even trying to hide the quiet anger seeping out behind that look.

Eileen never tries to admit it, but she has the ultimate resemblance to her colleague Heind. It is of a very serious nature for both, especially Eileen, whose character is unacceptable for others to even cross paths.

Even if the other person is a superior officer, I guess she can't forgive those who chat irrespective of the venue of the meeting.

Mastigious said with an unexpected bitterness to Eileen's skin piercing gaze.

"Mm-hmm. Let's continue this while we drink, Lord Rugis - again, I'm glad that you've all followed me like this. I've overheard dozens of opinions in the last few days, but I haven't generally changed my opinion either. Everyone is right, how our army, though the main force of the Volvato morning, can no longer rival the Great Demon and the Demon from the front"

The low voice of Mastigious makes people listen with wonder. Those who had been arguing until earlier also stopped saying the right thing and listened to his voice.

What Mastigious says is true, and everyone in this room keeps it in their chest.

Whether it's the army or the individual, it's impossible for just people to resist the Great Devils. If the great demon Vrilligant swung his great wings and covered heaven, the army would no longer be forced to perish at that point. I wouldn't even talk about it personally or anything like that.

Whatever means are used, we must avoid such incompetence alone. Then you'd better still run around and pick up your life. Because as long as you live, you have rebel eyes.

With that said, Mastigious exchanges opinions with his men. To be honest, the treasure sword had something of a mild surprise in his appearance and that of his men.

They should know the existence of the Great Demon, and the Demon Man. Some of them will have recognized the threat up close.

If it's a normal sensibility, I don't want to fight it first once a human sees us. It is an instinct as an organism not to be pale cowardice and so on, but not to defy stronger species.

No rat confronts a lion if he wants to.

The Volvato humans, though, were still just people, but when they stripped their fangs of those demons, they decided so. Is it that they are brave beyond the crowd? Or is Mastigious, who leads them, excellent? The treasure sword doesn't know.

It's just that the sword doesn't even marvel, and there's nothing to be scorned or scorned by the people of Volvato. Whatever its origin, the treasure sword affirms their bravery.

The treasure sword is itself a symbol of courage and brokenness, a synonym for fear. It is those who twist their fears and renunciations who love them.

If so, let us bless those who know fear and choose yet courage. Even if the ending was never pleasant.

But still, the sword had one concern. That's one hell of a demon. Gear, mechanical devil Rabul.

I don't even think that the Lord Rugis would defeat that demon or anything, but I didn't want to be involved with each other if that were still possible.

The reason - it's like she doesn't know what to do. There are too many things that the devil cannot understand, neither the thought nor the scripture.

Tai Ancient, before the age of mythology. The first mechanical gods to descend into the earth. That race they created draws a line with other life forms wherever they go. You may call it a complete independent race.

Those who are neither men nor demons in their essence. They are the primitive life of this world, but they are the last of this world.

Because it must have been such a specialty race. I guess Altia once pushed them to extinction for mechanical scheming. Only Rabul, who became a demon, survived.

What concerns the treasure sword more than anything else is what that Labur did to the body of the Lord.

It's not magical interference, it's not physical destruction. I don't think it's anything like poison. Only discomfort remains, even though there are no major anomalies.

Because of this state of affairs, the treasure sword made the blade more carefully rubbed.

"- Again, we have to seek more collaborators than possible within Volvato. Get domestic information and create a situation where demons and great demons can be isolated from other demons accordingly and destroy each one. If that's not possible."

Mastiguios ran his fingers through the earth on the map, adding his gesture.

"Pull back once and reclaim the Volvato mainland in coordination with other countries. Or a forcible breakthrough. Forced to open the bloodpath to destroy the Great Devil and the Demon. Excellent. Whatever path you choose, righteousness will follow our back."

What do you think, Lord Rugis, and Mastigious say with a face that is riddled but includes a grin. Rugis responded, still clapping his shoulders at the look.

I think the treasure sword. For heaven's sake, is it not easy for the Lord to call this commanding general? Though the Lord is also the Lord who responds.

"You like to be aristocratic, General. Naturally, let's take early action. Time is our enemy."

"People fight because of their righteousness, Lord Rugis. There are not so many people who can fight without greatness. Whether its nature is good or evil"

Mastiguios listens to Rugis and takes the pawn put on the map. So he slowly proceeded to the East. The target point is the Volvato Morning. Mastiguios himself seemed to have decided to do so before he heard Rugis.

Hot emotions are swinging quietly in those eyes. It is a clear hostility, a testament to the will of war. Wounded and yet Mastigious's own will is not decaying. Rather, he is tougher than he was when he followed the demon.

It is also unclear to Mastigious why that is. Is it the presence of a daughter, or the presence of the heroic enough?

But whatever it is, there is no one left to stop.

A few days after this all armies are ready, the Crest and Volvato armies begin their first Allied Eastern expedition in history. Everyone told me that I could no longer live. That's what I was ready for.