A Wish to Grab Happiness

Borvato Morning Capital Parna.

Equipped with a royal palace, the former capital to show off its ruggedness everywhere. There was no time in this city that could be called quiet.

In the day, the Warcraft gives a delightful voice, and in the night, the Demons cast a night of darkness for their own pleasure. It's always human to sacrifice.

its centre. Among the Kingsguard palaces prepared to guard the palace where the devil dwells, he was.

"Nutsama! I have a report. I have a report!

Dear Nut. In the capital city of Parna, one big bird was so called.

At first glance, he has a body like a monster, but if you look at his wings and mouth a few times longer than a man's, you can quickly see that he is like a demon bird. In his head, wearing blue feathers, he could see something like a golden crown.

It doesn't mean what that crown means in demonization, but when he hears it's what the king of man wears, Nut likes to wear it.

Just as ravens preferred light objects, Nut preferred power. Dominating someone only intoxicates the organism.

And the fact is, Nut is like a king in Parna, the capital.

Although it is not possible to defy the main demon, Junelba. Junelba was largely indifferent in terms of governance, and left it to Nut. The demon Rabul doesn't even show his face.

Perhaps the demons are not particularly interested in the demons and humans of the capital, even if they are interested in the great demon Vrilligant.

Consequently, the management of the human species in the surrounding area was left to the former human keel, and all the events thus descending on the capital Parna had been entrusted to Nuto.

It is good to say to Nut that all power in the capital is concentrated, and he is also the Spirit who has been given the soul of Junelba. Even in pure power, there is no warcraft against him.

Nut said with a big mouth to the little bird who brings repeated reports.

"Nutsama! Nutsama!

"Yeah, I haven't been told many times, but I know! I suppose both warcraft will break out again. Let it be, it's worse to die. Just come and report the number of dead!

A little bird caught me, and I thought I had winged him and flew away into the sky, and a few more came flying to keep standing.

Nut makes a cancer noise and slaps a hiccup on the chair he sits on. How frustrating it was, its hiccups smashed as-is.

In any case, there has been little time in the last few days for Nut's big mouth to open. There were countless demons gathered for the immense power of the demon, and if so, there would be a lot of confusion and confusion.

Even so, there is not a single institution here that seems to govern. Naturally, it was forcibly transformed from the capital of man into the capital of demons.

Nut told him to scatter the frustration he had cut on each piece of his wings.

"If he's unhappy with my differences, bring him in! I'll swallow everything, even if it's a weak little girl, but a powerful warcraft!

That's what Warcraft is all about, Nut says. Believe in power, use power to discriminate, and die by power. If the weak are guilty, weakness is the sin.

Demon Junelba and Spiritual Nut. Both ideas are close at all. The only part that would be far away would be the laziness or diligence. That's why it's good to say that Junelba spirited Nut.

"Nutsama, Nutsama! I have a report. The Warcraft of Subordinate Hope introduces a multitude of humans! Three thousand of them! Three thousand of them!

"Is the Warcraft taking man? So what does he want? You didn't just come here."

Nut narrowed his narrower eyes to the word 3,000. Shoot down the bird that brought the report, but stare at it as if it were.

It is not uncommon for demonic species to bring precious metals from humans as a tribute. But three thousand was not such a number. At least, Nut decides that it won't just be a hope of subordination.

Perhaps of a nature that asks for status and power, as it does itself, or of a nature that purely asks for struggle but therefore wants to have an army? Whatever it is, it must be trouble.

The little bird hastily punches both wings.

"- Demon Sama, hope to see Demon Sama! Hope!"

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"I've said many times that I don't like myself..."

"Don't say too many weird things. You'll hear something else."

He tells Shad to go down the street, twisting his voice as if he were going to cry.

Shad is now turning into such a serpent that he only looks like a demon, not a human figure, and entering the city of Parna. Me, Kalia, 3,000 soldiers followed it.

Distribute your gaze around you, whispering to the soldiers the instructions they had arranged. As we continue the march, some of the soldiers disappear into the city one by one. There was no being to glance at its existence, and all warcraft and demonization behaved at will.

That was cheerful to see. It's a wonderful city. It would be conditional if the human body hadn't piled up there.

Nevertheless, the state of the city was a street that had run scouts beforehand. There's nothing wrong with it, and there's nothing in my mind.

Shad's seeping presence and magic are completely demonic. There is nothing to doubt when it comes to that she has turned into a large warcraft and brought humans as a subordination.

Speaking of the only problem, it would be enough that Shad tried to escape about three times along the way. It was all suppressed by Karia. Trying to escape again and again while Kalia stares at you may be brave in a way.

There was another reason I was able to get into the city lightly. In that this city is too full of chaos. Even though the gates remain open in time of war, it is very difficult to say that the gatekeepers are able to control access.

They're letting people keep most of those parts under control, like being gatekeepers or watchdogs. It would be sensible to use something that could be used, but from their point of view, it would not have accumulated.

Anyway, if the demonic kind came, there's no way we can ever let it pass again. If you are close to a demon, your neck will fly physically immediately.

This was not the case with the Garrist King's capital Archet. It may be said that the eyes of surveillance had gone into detail, and that human hands were not used and everything was controlled by demonic hands.

If it was the controller Drigman, there are no more three thousand human beings who would let themselves in through the main entrance. Making, as an enemy, was too much trouble.

"- That's surprising. I was wondering if demons had a dominant habit like Drigman."

Kalia, who rarely wore a helmet and hid his skull, said he was pounding from behind. Hammer without moving your gaze.

"Out of the question, maybe this one is more positive as demonic. They're saying. Look at my power. If there's anything you can do, try."

A demon is a demonic. That's what it used to be. Exalt your strength and rule with your strength.

And as a matter of fact, about 3,000 human beings, from the devil's point of view, are not a great number. No. To what extent does it make sense, even if it is the number 40,000 led by Mastigious?

I look back at this one from time to time and still tell Shad to loosen up and go down the street.

"Don't worry. At the end of the day, I wouldn't mind if you ran away. But only at this time, I need your help."

"... that's true!? I heard you! I'm definitely getting away with this!?

He whispers a whispering voice in his ear, causing his cheeks to hiss accidentally. I don't know what kind of warcraft she was originally, but she was such a cowardly species. The amount of magic stored in that body would be enormous. What the hell kind of warcraft is that? Is it a little snake or something?

As the gatekeeper told me, moving forward, the tragic situation in the city was better in sight.

Where it was supposed to be the market, there were no items in the barn, and no one to set up the store. No, I didn't see much of the human figure itself. It's the magician-like outfits they see.

They behaved like demonic companions when they said they were human. Should I call it arrogance, or should I praise it for being highly adaptable? If we're going to let this city fall, we're going to have to deal with them too.

Feeling just a little simplistic, a little bird, who had been flying around from earlier, approaches one and tells Shad.

"Proceed! Proceed! Straight ahead, Nutsama! See you!

A tall bird's voice said that to invite us.