A Wish to Grab Happiness

Garrist new kingdom. It did not take that long for this nation, which had lost its body and the provisional first princess sat on the throne, to speak a new name, distinguished from the past.

The new kingdom, which swallows the south of the kingdom of Garrist and west of the Great River Augus, mainly the King's capital Arche, will continue to renew and rebuild its institutions on a daily basis. Soon it will be imminent, in its eyes the rivalry with the Cathedral, the northern garrison led by the Old King.

But it wasn't about the Far North Garrison that I saw in the heads of the new Garrison kingdom right now.

Philos, Princess of the Concubine, Mattia, the Crest Virgin, head of the nobility, Biomondor. All three are watching the reports that Largdo-Ann told them.

It is because we gather in a remote house far from the heart of the ruling that we exchange opinions without any abominations. It was originally for that purpose. The three of them were gathered in the outhouse, but all of today lost their words for a moment. I cannot accept the contents of the report.

Virgin Mattia gently rounded her elongated fingers and gripped them in before closing her eyelids to reclaim her lost words. And pompous, I say.

"... I understand the situation. You put in a hard time, Ann."

Ann reacts small while remaining dressed with her head and gaze lowered.

Mattia didn't ask about the accuracy of the information. It is information that Anne took herself to the King's Capital and brought to herself. The clogging means that it is indisputably close to the truth. Now once Mattia turns to the report.

- The Mastigious army, which joined with Rugis, was destroyed by the Demon Army. Survivors, and casualties are unknown. The same applies to the survival of Rugis.

As soon as she does, Mattia remembers the feeling that what should be at the root of her brain marrow has been distorted. It's as if the brain itself has melted out and even become a loose liquid. It's like I can't work my head off.

It's been a long time. Mattia remembers that in the past he felt the same way when he ran solo to the mercenary city of Belfein.

Breathing became painful as he sat down, complaining of sharp pain as if his heart had been beaten with a whip. Oh, my God, should we keep the word going?

During Mattia's tour, the nobleman's head, Biomondor, opened his thick lips. A thick fingertip holds the parchment tight.

"You should no longer see respite as blinking, Princess, Virgin Mattia"

While it is good, Biomondor gives his gaze to Princess Philos and Mattia.

He was somewhat emotional and facial in nature, but now at this time he is pushing his original, scheming look forward. I could also say I couldn't afford that much.

"No longer, heroes are laughed at as optimists if they don't see them dead. We need the crown of the princess and a formal declaration of war immediately."

Biomondor, like Mattia, is a realist. Do not waste optimism, always think of the worst occasions that even seem pessimistic.

As soon as I got the report, I had in mind the next structure to take. Stuck, dealing with the death of a hero.

It was a feat that he took in Mastigious and together attacked the Volvato Nation. But no longer until then if you have been swallowed up by the threat of the Demon Army. It's weirder to think you're alive.

If you lose your base as a hero, the still brittle garrison new kingdom could crumble away lightly. If it is, we need a new pillar.

Princess Philos is crowned as she consecrates Rugis as a dead English spirit. Citizens will get a moment of relief from the reign of the new king, while mourning the death of the hero.

If you show him the Volvato Morning as an enemy, the outrage of the citizens will turn to him. At the very least, the collapse of the system may be spared.

Mattia received Biomondor's words as she tightened her lips tightly, putting down a beat before saying.

"... you shouldn't be making public about him yet. Those who know should be limited."

"The more time passes, the greater the shock you will suffer later. I think it's time we made a decision."

To Mattia's words, Biomondor moves his lips through skepticism. Mattia still shook her head to the side.

Neither does Mattia think Biomondor's words are false. I guess it's rather close to the right answer, if this is a normal thing to do.

But there was one important element that Biomondor did not know.

- The crest teachings that support the new kingdom of Garrist, its soldiers and knights, are more dependent on the presence of Rugis than Biomondor thinks.

No longer do some of the crest soldiers even treat heroes like the Virgin Mattia. How difficult it was for Rugis to hold them back when he was doing his east expedition.

But I don't think Mattia can do that either. He kept winning.

Beginning in the walled city of Galuamaria, the mercenary city of Belfein. From the Sanio match to the fall of the King's capital. He was always in front of the soldiers, he led the soldiers, and that's how he won.

There is no choice but to begin to consecrate the heroes who lead us to victory on the battlefield, rather than the Virgin, who is far away. Mattia doesn't even want to force restraint.

That's why the soldiers won't be able to recover if they lose that hero. The one who is the pillar of the spirit and symbolizes victory and glory is absolute to the soldiers. At least we have to strike some sort of measure.

Mattia cursed her judgment as she stirred her back teeth hard. Why didn't I pull him off harder then? No, we should have used the soldiers to hold him down, though. We should have never given permission and put him behind us safely.

If I had, I would never have had such regrets or been driven into distress. What laziness while keeping his administrator at his disposal? Mattia feeds her nails flat on her hands many times.

Rugis can't stay. It's the nature of the mind that has to move. That is why I must be his fastener.

It was that that should have tailored both the physical and the spiritual aspects so that they could never be separated from themselves again. Because even if it was his unwanted form, it would ultimately be for him.

My teeth snap. A fierce anger and frustration over himself was in Mattia's brain.

Biomondor and Mattia exchanged words a few times, but the debate on the parallel lines never ends. We have things we think of each other, we have ideas. Neither was easy to bend.

Second, such a fold. Both eyes turned to the decision-maker princess. Which way does her thoughts lean?

But Philos didn't even shake his eyes with fine dust as he put his sleeves through his green dress. Neither gaze is right for either of them.

With her hips down on the throne, the princess said naturally.

"- Prepare soldiers and soldiers, and prepare for battle. Put my sword and horse here."

Everyone on the spot was taken aback by the princess's words. You can't chew that meaning, you lose your voice. I don't even know if I should promise or forgive you.

No, Mattia and Ann were beginning to figure out what it meant, to be precise. But that's why I have no words to give back.

"Princess, it is. What the hell?"

Biomondor returns his voice to the princess, looking like he could be flirted with. I could tell from the side that the expression was full of confusion.

Philos returns words to cut off such agitation.

"It's not settled, Sir Biomondor - we'll just attack in the Volvato morning. Because it's our hero's crisis."

Mattia and Ann couldn't hide the look on their faces like they bit something bitter, and Biomondor opened his mouth wide with no words.

This is not to say that Biomondor's thinking is lagging behind or in a strange direction. It's just that he captures things everywhere within common sense and reason.

That's how the princess was no longer eating up such things.

"Oh, princess! Now is not the time and the situation! We should make this land more of a cornerstone, and if we attack Volvato now, our chances of winning are too thin!

"Yes, I know what you're saying, Sir Biomondor. I'm sure that's right, and I understand it's not an error. You should be, princess."

In response to the cry of Biomondor, Philos sees the king's face only for a moment and receives. These are the expressions of the noble that she has created, masks to be worn.

Next, however, she abandoned them.

"- But I don't care about that. There's no point in the truth of openness, justice, or even how dirt-free correctness is"

Philos' tone was calm everywhere from the side. Pale, just say what you have to say. she says.

"He's the one who gave me the role of princess, and he's also the one who's trying to trick me into the mask of queen. If he's going to be gone, why should I be the princess?"

Philos said for the first time in a long time he showed his face as Philos-Trait, not a princess.

"Yeah, yeah. You can win, you can't win, you're right, you're wrong - not a princess, it doesn't matter to a little girl named Philos-Trait like that!

Get ready for battle, because neither you nor I can go back alone.

Philos said so in a tone that combines wit and spiciness.

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Volvato Morning Capital. At the Kingsguard Palace in front of the Royal Palace, Karia-Birdnick was irritated and pointed his lips at his temper as he took the soldiers. Slightly bite your fingertips.

The cause of frustration is clear.

The enemy demon of mankind - Rugis, who left for the royal palace while being taken by Rabul, and Shad and the others have yet to return. It will be about half an hour now. There wasn't even a tone out.

Every minute or second passes, Karia's chest is stirred and her breath becomes rough.

It's just that I can't see him, and the odd subtlety doesn't get out of my chest. First of all, it is outrage at the fact that it is not himself who goes back with him.

If there was also overlapping apprehension about the fialert, it would have been more impossible not to be irritated. Karia is not so clever a person as to be able to distract herself from the worries in her chest and look fine.

No, such aristocratic behavior was lost while I was with him.

"- Dear Kalia. Master Rugis will surely return. He's very kind and trustworthy."

As always, Reu, who remained wrapped around the blanket, told him to lean against Kalia. Karia narrowed her eyes for a moment, but said after loosening her grey hair.

"Reu. I don't hate you. So let me give you one piece of advice."

Reu receives a voice with a decent face while responding. She showed herself tilted her little neck and waited for Karia's words.

"I trust him with me. More than anyone. Except when a woman is involved."

"Except when a woman is involved."

Reu asked unexpectedly so. At least in Reu's common sense, he didn't really understand what Kalia was talking about. Apparently, Doha Sura, who had been listening, was about to break the attitude of falling asleep on the horse.

"Besides, he's like a kid running around on a gunpowder bank. It's not something I know what will happen if I take my eyes off it. I need a presence next door."

I don't need to tell you who it should be. Kalia again shifted her gaze from Leu to the direction of the royal palace, and then opened her silver eyes.

My throat rings. The blood flow running all over his body pulsed and told him what was going on. Kalia's hands were reflexively attached to the black scarlet. Pull Lew back.

I don't know what it is. But blood as a giant says. The threat opened its eyes. Get ready.

It's by the royal palace. Karia distorted her eyebrows and bit her teeth at the unpleasant hunch that rose in her eyes.

Instruct the three thousand soldiers to prepare their posture. If you look at it, neither Leu, nor Doha Sura. I looked down on the royal palace. I can see the upset on my cheeks.

There's a buckwheat and a bird running through the hollow. That in itself was not uncommon in this city, but it came from behind the royal palace.

Nor is it blind to the Secretary Nut or the Warcraft, so that he may jump into Kalia's chest.

"- Karia! Rugis, Rugis!?

Someone can tell by the tone and eyes. Shad who should have accompanied Rugis. That's why I came under Kalia looking like a bird.

Karia intuited.

It's about him, if anything happens to him, it's easy to imagine trying to get Shad away. It's jammed. Something happened.

Kalia's silver eyes pierce the royal palace. That's how I took a step forward as I deposited Shad with Reu. There, the Chief Nut stares at Kalia as he exposes his vigilance.

"We can't get any closer. This is the dwelling place of the devil. I told you many times to wait there! Even if you're demonic, it doesn't change!

"There is only one person who can stop me. Not you."

Karia did not even hesitate to set up a black scarlet. I just need to be no longer even allowed a temporary respite.

And Nut spread his wings, as he perceived them. He will never tolerate anyone entering the royal palace where the Lord cages.

That it has nothing to do with anything, even if the presence of Kalia is a tough demon.

In an instant, the field boils. The demon soldiers of the Kingsguard and those led by Kalia began to show each other their fangs. The soldiers also perceived that something had happened to their master because of Karia's condition.

Then there is only one option. At the time I came here, my life was in his hands.

No longer a moment later, the moment Karia tried to wield that black scarlet.

They're here.

"- Immediately and retreat from each other. What are you doing in a place like this?"

A characteristic voice, then lacking in humanity, like rolling a bell.

Demon Labours. From behind the royal palace, she appeared just like earlier. Gracefully everywhere, like a doll.

Karia bounces her silver eyes up aggressively. That's how I looked for him who would be around.

But Karia's throat rang again. As soon as his brain started to sound alarmed, he shouted so that he shouldn't see it. The lid tries to close reflexively.

But I saw it. I had to see it.

He was there, naturally. But it wasn't him.

- The demons themselves. He opens his fierce eyes as if to look around him, placing a badly shaped treasure sword on his shoulder.

The appearance was as if it had shredded the humanity that was in him and swallowed the demon as it was.

It's not him. But it's him. A turbulence of thought flows into Kalia's brain, creating a vortex of confusion. So at its end, there was something flashing like intuition.

- Demon Man.

Karia had pulled through the black scarlet at times, letting her run through her legs.