A Wish to Grab Happiness

Three thousand soldiers who have deposited their lives with Rugis, led them, and aligned them according to their will.

One of them questioned his colleagues in a crushing inn that had become a lodging. The sunlight slipping through an empty hole in the ceiling plunders his nose tip.

"Hey. What do you think about that one? Is that an act? Or have you fallen for the enemy?"

He was a slightly elegant man with short cut hair. I guess he's a person who inherits the blood muscles of a celebrity. But it doesn't look like it was conceited, and I can see you're trying to be one of the soldiers.

On the other hand, it was a crude man who responded accordingly. I act as a soldier's summariser, but it doesn't look very good. He slaps the wooden table vigorously and strikes back at the other person's words.

"You idiot. I have such a bad mouth because I am a new student from Sanio. Look, I can't believe it's on the more demonic side."

What they say to him is nothing more than the following hero, Rugis. There is a wider way of calling it by its name than by calling it directly among the soldiers. Because I feel more intimate and respectful.

The crude man was a man who had seen Rugis since the time of Galuamaria's fall. It is common for the soldiers to use foiling as a guide as to what time they served. From a man's point of view, it equals not knowing anything about a man who served more than a Sanio match or a Wang Du offensive strategy.

"The city states that line up, the Garrist kingdom, and the Demon Drigman, too. Everyone was afraid of that one. And that one must have won. How can you bend your knees together now?"

No matter how much of a downside struggle you have, laugh and take the sword and swallow up your enemies before anyone else. That is what the soldier talks about, Rugis, and the hero statue that the soldier professes itself.

If it was all that person, there would have been a cadet's mouth, even if it was not crest teachings. But he took the hand of the crest.

How could such a hero commit betrayal at the cost of his life? There's no reason.

"It's just that he's got a bad habit... I bet he came up with something this time too"

A heroic vice that even soldiers know. The clogging is too much of a temper to do things on your own. Berfein, burial prison.

Never leak anything else in that chest, and only one person in the dangerous eye is thorough.

Some of that burns my heart if I hear it as the hero Tan, but when I think of it as the behavior of the commander, I get cold sweats as soon as possible. As a soldier to follow, I wanted at least one of my orders to be given.

Perhaps this time as well, the crude man said. Otherwise, we can't be talking here.

- That spot, aligned in the front of the Kingsguard Hall, is the demon Rabul with the demon Junelba and the large number of demons who follow it.

There were the creatures that easily ravaged one human nation.

On the other hand, only three thousand soldiers surrounded by all sides. If we had collided like that, we would have had some resistance, but total annihilation would have been imperative.

while such a place, Rugis said.

- I don't suppose you're willing to fight. Then why don't you go home? I just found a place to stay.

His only words allowed 3,000 soldiers to withdraw intact. The two demons also looked more interested in Rugis than in the soldiers.

That's why the only thing that died on that spot was the demonization that Rugis killed, not the humans.

"If you wanted to kill us, you could have. He said he had a plan for not doing it. I guess our job is to prepare for that."

The famous man also nodded at the words. The coarse man's words were rough, but the thought itself seemed utter.

But here's the real deal. The famous man cut out the words as he quietly placed a container with liquor on the table.

"Neither do I. Neither do I. But then why is Master Kalia like that?

The crude man distorted his expression like he was frightened for a moment, but stroked lightly around his chin before saying. I guess he doesn't have that answer either to see his gaze wandering around.

"... there. Well, those two would be lovers to each other. Don't you have something to think about?"

The famous man didn't even seem convinced, but he didn't say any more about whether he thought there was no choice in pursuing it. Keep the liquor in your mouth and go inside the circle of soldiers.

The crude man slapped the table hard again, staring at its back. At that moment of breath, the gaze of the soldier who was gathering in the quarters gathers in the man.

They were all temporarily deprived of their liberty to drink or sleep slightly, but were aroused by the sound.

A man speaks up.

"-Sa, soldiers. Once again, our hero, His Excellency, preferred arbitrariness. But you know what we have to do! That one said, just deserve to win!

There would have been some booze momentum. But every soldier responded to the man with a greedy will in his eyes. The voice is so overflowing with heat that it resonates throughout the dormitory.

The frantic will that Rugis had given them still seemed to dwell in their eyes.

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- Respond.

Catching the roar of her voice in her ear, Karia shakes her lid. I let my body back a few times and finally understood that I was asleep when I learned how the sheets felt.

The sleeping head slowly awakens the thought, making the vision clear. And around his head finally feeling awake, Karia closed her lid hard again.

Let's go to sleep. Let's go to sleep.

I think so, and Karia dives from her head into her bedding and throws herself in the dark. I didn't mean to wake up. If I wake up at any rate, I'll remember whether or not I responded.

To the thinker, an abominable memory whose existence was even denied.

Moment after moment, the shock occurs like a pile has been punched into the heart, and the breathlessness slowly comes up into my throat. Karia felt her entire chest turned to stone.

I want to fall asleep fast. If you fall asleep, you will escape this nasty reality for a moment. The brutal blade of reality is waiting now or now to pierce itself.

Spiritual equilibrium was like boring clothes. Think of it, obsession with thinkers was probably the one hoop that pushed and supported Kalia's spirituality.

In an attempt to get chopped up and pushed, to give you a blood splash, Kalia was stuck until now because of the hoop.

But if even its existence is denied to be known. What should I do?

Should I be angry or sad? Even Kalia didn't know that. Again, grab the sheet with both hands.

"... Has Master Karia woken up?

"No, you can't. Don't you just wander off earlier?"

Reu and perhaps Shad's voice struck Karia in the ear. The voice has a colour of anxiety and impatience. Sadly, Karia was unnecessarily unwilling to wake herself up when she heard the voice.

How can I say this kind of indifference in one of his words, even though he usually behaves with dignity?

- Give me something I wish you'd just stopped your breath on that spot.

I even started to think about that, and now I heard Karia banging on the door so hard. That didn't come indoors, but I say it out loud.

I could even tell it was through the door that I was letting him out of breath. It's the voice of a woman soldier who's being greeted.

"- Dear Kalia. There are messengers coming from a group of magicians who name the Mastigious. how do you do it"

Karia swayed her long lashes slowly.