A Wish to Grab Happiness

Near the Volvato Morning Capital. Its location overlooking the capital, surrounded by forests but a sleek hill, was the initial rendezvous point between the crest army and the Mastigious army.

It was originally assumed that we would meet here and tear down the Demon Army in collaboration with the city's interior.

But the idea is empty, and all we have here are three thousand crest instructors and the colors of death and snow. Other than that, nobody hates it.

That was natural, too. Mastigious should no longer be in such a state that we can rendezvous. I guess that's why you gave me a preaching order.

Looking down at the Volvato capital as he suppresses biting tobacco with his teeth.

Hall of Magic with a radiant glow. There was a royal path where those who aspired to the devil's way would pass once.

I've heard rumors myself, but I've never seen them before. As for the size of the city, it goes below King Garrist Capital, but the quality of its walls and the city's ravenousness may be better up here. Magic and technology can be seen throughout the city.

Exactly. There was momentum in the city to swallow the Garrist kingdom, which began to see its decline.

But now the capital is also under the control of a sad demon. Mages and citizens are all held to their roots by witchcraft.

It was ironic, because the Garrist kingdom and the Volvato dynasty, which had historically turned against each other, became peers in that they had been demonized to fall the capital. What will future generations of historians write about this event?

In the first place, I don't know if something superior is available to humans, such as future generations.

"Is it unusual to be delayed in your thoughts? It seems unfortunate that you don't have time to be in your head."

That's what Karia said with a mouthful I can only describe as good at, and she lined up with me. Silver is staring at me with a radiant gesture.

I spit out the smell of chewing tobacco from my mouth and put it away for a while before answering.

"Is that what I think it is? You can leave that to the bard. There's only one thing I can think of."

Clogging is evil. He's called Kumi. Take the chewing cigarette out of your mouth and show your teeth.

The message from Mastigious told me it was important.

Says Mastigios took on enemies with the Demon Army led by the Volvato Mage during the march. Although he was forced to retreat after several clashes, he rebuilt his army and continued the fight.

I haven't settled yet. Some generals have no problems with the damage, Mastigious says.

Perhaps the enemy is so afraid of Mastigious. From the message, reinforcements were poured from the next to the next, and the Demon Army was gaining strength day by day.

It's a big deal because you said there was no problem in it. I'm sure that's pride backed by strength, not aerobics, etc.

Again, as much as one would expect, many Volvato morning magicians fell from their hearts to the demonic side. I can't help it all.

It's not how magicians are, it's what humans are. From day to day, he creates a nation under a powerful man of immense power who is king and lord, and lives every day. If an absolute man with more power than a king appears, even the one who drips his head there is set to appear.

It would be a shame for Mastigious, but all I could say was that I was doing as much as possible. I don't like burning down villages just for Kyoshun's sake.

But even so, the situation is ideal. At least for me.

At any rate, much of the demonization that cows the Volvato morning is attracted to us by Mastigious, and the capital is showing the confusion characteristic of the battle.

If you also believe in the words of Shad, the traitor, the enemy chief Vriligant cannot move to sleep. Stuck in that city right now, no, Volvato. It's the devils who have everything in their hands in the morning.

Wouldn't it be really easy to talk about it? I don't know what the poison is, but Gearlabour is definitely in the capital. I don't know why, but whenever my heart pulsed and whimpered, I knew exactly where he was. Fialert must have been captured beside it.

The trouble is that many magicians are still in that city?

Karia opens her sharp, pointed lips.

"What do you say? Evil. Are you done?

Instead I said with my lips held up and my cheeks pulled up.

"Oh. Karia, do you like chivalry stories?

Karia opened her big silver eyes, just as she said she was surprised by my words. She looked at her face as though she was frightened for a while, but thought about it for a moment and then replied that it was not for the crowd.

What an unexpected reaction. I was wondering if people like Kalia, who became knights as much as possible, would have one or two knight stories to admire. I don't think I have any hobbies like that.

Wet your lower lip gently and continue with the words.

"It will be in there. There's a dream story of a great knight unleashing a city on his own."

As soon as I said that, I could see that Kalia's gaze had gotten nasty. Her unique signs of ferocity begin to leak out of her whole body, and her silver eyes increase swordswallowing like a raptor.

I've been finding out lately, too, that it's her spot. Probably didn't care about the area of single-riding. No, I don't care. I think I'm about to eat it up on my neck.

A hungry lion or something. This guy.

She stares at the beautiful silver hair as she gently controls the calia with her hands.

"I can't say it's that beautiful. Hey, Kalia - that city, shall we take it? You can't keep me waiting for a fia alert."

Return your gaze to the Volvato capital. A city with a radiant atmosphere but painted with clutter and chaos and commotion.

I can't imitate doing something about that city on my own on a boulder. Hundreds of thousands of people live there, including nearby villages.

But 3,000 soldiers are here now. And there's Karia, and ironically, there's all sorts of demons. With all this, you can do as much evil as you want.

The cheeks connect. Oddly enough, there's more and more heat coming out of the depths of my chest, and at the same time, there's muddy stuff all over my chest. I don't know what that is, but I didn't feel bad.

I just had a demon figure on my eyelid. Karia opens her mouth beside her.

"- What, can you say it right, Rugis? I don't even have to answer. If you make an order, I'll take it for granted."

Kalia says with a sharp grin, undamaged by the pristine atmosphere. He seemed to be waiting for something, and then he looked satisfied.

Looking back, 3,000 soldiers were already there. I guess Kalia was making it ready. I'm finishing up a beautiful alignment.

If you look at how it went, no one or he had suffered some scratches from the offensive at Galuamaria, and there were scars on his protective gear. I'm just letting the wars roll in my eyes.

They are many of them crest instructors. Those who were originally martyred in the teachings of the crest religion and took spears for it. It's never my soldier.

But now, at this time, they are not following the Virgin Mattia, nor are they following me to protect the Seal Holy Land of Gallu Amalia.

Far from home, until the Eastern Volvato morning, just to fight demonization.

If you look over your face, many of them were familiar to you. Some of them have been seen since the first fall of Galuamaria, others dived through the dead together in the Sanio match, and some mercenaries fought shoulder-to-shoulder.

Everyone had the same tenacity, and then, like Karia, had the look of something to wait for.

If I were to put their deeds in a nutshell, it was madness shabby. There should be no good reason to die for me, not for the Virgin, not for the cause of righteousness.

Still, they followed me.

Then I'm obliged to live up to their expectations. It has to be the person they deserve to expect. It has to be someone they deserve to die for.

One arm up, I said.

"What, don't be nervous. Same as always."

See the soldiers face by face. I could see that all my sights and consciousness were just focused on me.

"- Just like at any hour. Just go, win, and come home."

Moments, 3,000 barbaric voices and 6,000 eyes responded to me. There was no longer anyone left on the road to go back.