A Wish to Grab Happiness

Mount Befims overlooking the Volvato Morning Capital. Its mountain skin is tinted with silver pearls, making it feel as dignified as the king of the mountains as it is to stare at everything around it. The altitude had cut through the twists of the clouds and up to the heavenly heights. It was as if it had been threaded from the sky itself.

In the past, this mountain range, which produced many gold and silver, demonic ore, and fattened a section of Volvato, is still worshipped as a spiritual mountain around it by its beauty, having lost its bounty.

What the Dragons once did as their root castle may also have many tails on the mythology of this mountain.

The Volvato capital was set at the foot of this mountain because its ancestors, who had no legitimate blood muscles, were to replace the majesty of Spiritual Mountain with a crown.

In the heart of the great Spiritual Mountain, he was there.

A shimmering scale that shines on the obsidian. Big enough wings to cover up the sky. They wind in slight movements while emitting authority.

In such a way that existence was no longer part of the mountain range, the great demon Vrilligant had unloaded his body on Mount Befims. Its eyelids are tightly closed and the sky bounces every time the body goes up and down.

Many creatures left the place at first glance, even though his man was in a deep sleep. Neither birds nor beasts try to lean on even demonization.

Only one of them had a shadow to stare at. The exhalation is pushed to death small and the eyes are constantly shaking. My lips swept and moved, the shadow said. It's not human, it's an ancient language.

"Really...... the really Vrilligant guy is back. You're back."

Shadows make shivers by trying to hide from rocky skin while desperately suppressing tendencies and fangs are likely to overlap.

It's a dragon with a red copper scale. A certain corner of the Devil's Vertex, not as gigantic as Vrilligant, but not a flying dragon, etc. that has no wisdom and is occasionally used by man.

Dominating the sky with mighty wings and wading through the earth with braces, many of them had no longer left the earth, contrary to the toughness of the species.

Some lost their lives in the former war against man, while others were unable to live and declined in the land after Vrilligant's death.

But the red copper dragon shadow Raptor was different. Shadrapt did not die, neither did he decline. The only survival from the age of mythology. It retains its former beauty intact. That's why I understood the facts with ease.

- Vrilligant will kill me.

but the scales tremble and the guts cramp. Shadrapt knew that that great, and possibly ruthless king could not forgive himself. And that you will never be enemies with your power.

Vriligant was the only great dragon king who, when Zebreliris was once the only god, with Flimsrat, king of giants, zeroed his throne out of God. It never reaches by force.

Shadrapt was afraid. To Vrilligant, to the tone of death, no, to everything. Yes, she's been afraid of everything since she was once. That's why she's still alive.

A war against Altia, the King of Humanity, once raised its roar by Vrilligant and almost every dragon clan. But Shadrapt was scared, afraid, and overwhelmed.

That's why I ran away. He turned himself into a little bug that no one could find and ran away.

While I was relieved to hear that Vrilligant was taken up, now comes the time to be afraid of humans. They began to extend their legs to the details of the earth and spread their dominant areas.

Many warcraft were killed and demons were driven away, and demonization was no longer the champion of the continent. I have been forced to live outside the human sphere.

Even then, Shadrapt escaped. I never imitated anything like fighting.

Run, run, run. Scared, scared, scared. Sometimes he even changed his appearance and Shadrapt kept running away.

Even now, we have survived this Bephims Mountain so that no one can understand that there are dragons.

"It kills me... it kills me... I don't like it, I don't like it!? I don't want to die!?

Because he was often alone, or Shadrapt, his soliloquy had become a habit. Killed, when killed, he turns into a bird and flies through the hollow as he speaks. That's how I was desperate to think of a place to escape.

Once Vrilligant was killed by a human. Then should we survive by simulating ourselves to humans? But now humans are trampled by Vrilligant. It is clear that Vrilligant's deep resentment towards humans. If you just simulate it to a human, the day will come when he will be killed.

Then we must turn to the mightier and better for help.

One Altier is imagined. The King of Humanity who once fueled spirits, giants, and dragons. Shadrapt flew through the sky, sounding his nose.

Nearby, there is a leftover incense of Altia. Somehow, the smell approached this way in a slow fashion. Maybe he came here to kill Vrilligant once and for all now.

While flying at an unlikely speed for the bird, Shadrapt turned to him. Just to live, to run away.

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The Volvato army moved from the Seoul West and began an Eastern expedition in alliance with the Crest Church. Its marching purpose is the destruction of the great demon Vrilligant and the following demons, the demons.

Regardless, that is not so easy to accomplish because you have joined hands with the creed religion. If there is a way, it is key to how much we can work with a country threatened by demonization. It is the recognition of the Magic General Mastigious and many in the army.

That is why the shock of Mastigious when he receives that decree is hard to exhaust to the brush tongue. I couldn't help but notice.

The gaze glides after the inscribed letters on the parchment.

"Is this... is this sincere? How can this happen?

Everyone around them could not react to the agitation of Mastigious, who had fallen zero within the Volvato formation. Because I was hesitant to contest the word or affirm it.

After a beat, Hynd, the deputy general, entered and opened his mouth.

"I can't say for sure everything. But the truth is, the scouts are discovering burnt villages."

Heind said to every rugged face, including the shade that chewed up the bitter bug. Quiet reports contain emotions that are difficult to contain.

The parchment sender remained in the Volvato capital and was entrusted with the care of one round table magician. He was a magician whom Mastigious deeply trusted.

The content engraved there is something that is too difficult to understand. The spectacular status quo of the Volvato morning.

After the Volvato morning was ruled by demonization, a faction of magicians swore allegiance to demonization. They move other magicians and rapidly expand their power by being instructed by demons. If there was a disobedient sorcerer, he would have been sent to the execution site in the name of the demon.

The method of execution is beheading after the disenchantment of the magic mechanism.

The sorcery mechanism by which the sorcerer alters and manufactures his own body is no longer blended with the soul. If it were to be stripped of it, it was easy to imagine flavoring the surgeon with unimaginable whimpering and pain. That must be all that makes some people unconscious and insane.

Originally, there was only one crime department in the Volvato morning where such executions would be permitted, only treason against the state. It is not exercised once every hundred years.

That has now been countless, the decree documents say.

Furthermore, the village was burned and innocent people killed in order to inquire about the demon's mood. Twenty percent of the villages in the Volvato area are no longer scorched earth.

The monarch, who was supposed to be protected, was executed after being deprived of his status. Even though the young prince still inherits his position, he is treated like he has no existence.

It was difficult for Mastigious to read through everything and still understand it.

Only a few months have passed since I left the country. Even so, how can we predict that things are changing rapidly?

Mastigious said as he gripped his fist to the point where blood seeped.

"... who is this magician named Keel who stabbed our, no, Volvato morning back"

What the hell were we fighting for? Mastigious raises his gaze as he is forced to suppress the emotions he wants to spit out.

Mastigios doesn't sound familiar in the name of Keil-Bazarov, which is written as the mastermind of the faction. If he had appeared as a magician, he would have gone into his ears, but no matter how many memories he traced, he could not have traced them.

Deputy General Eileen said absurdly to Swordswallowing.

"The Medium Army roster does not have a name. Maybe a civilian, a researcher."

The more a brilliant magician must say, it is customary in Volvato to belong to the army by name alone. When those who have no names there become masterminds, it is assumed that the faction and the identity of the doers will be roughly as well.

Mastigious says breathlessly.

"Okay."

Swallow in that word was an overly heavy fact. But I have to swallow it. On top of that, it's the role of the Demon General to show the way. Looking across the line, Mastigious opens his mouth.

"In order to work with the country, we must first exclude this treacherous person - hurry to the rendezvous place with her. We can't kill innocent people anymore."

A message document from a round table magician. With one village written there as its primary destination, the Volvato army began marching.