A Wish to Grab Happiness

A house away from the heart of the capital. Dim indoors.

There were so many empty houses in the capital in the confusion caused by demonization that there were so many places for such intimate meetings.

Volvato morning the sorcerer Oilrant withheld to this venue somewhat sooner after placing surveillance and scouts around the perimeter.

Because this intimate opponent is probably one to whom the demons also pay some attention. I have never been cautious. It could be felt at the time the messenger was sent.

The name of the opponent is Karia-Birdnick. Both war maidens and war princesses are known and honored beings in the crest teachings.

To be honest, with her appearance at present, Oilrant had hidden expectations in the back of his eyes. The expression was what I deserved as a soldier, but I still can't hide the emotions that come in.

Although the oil rant was a magician and a soldier, it had not yet served on the battlefield on the first line of its fruit. It depends on the format of his house, and it depends on his luck, but it cannot be said that he has a reputation as a soldier.

But the brave women you're about to see are different. A corner of a hero who has an unparalleled history of warfare and has led soldiers.

It is common on the battlefield for a general to fall in love with a hero. That doesn't change even if you're from another country. The oil rant also did not leak out of that exception, and even had some kind of respect in the presence of Karia-Birdnick.

We exchanged a few times through the messenger, but this was the first time we met face to face.

Its silver hair gleams in the dim Chamber of Secrets after a while. The woman sat down in her chair with several soldiers here as well.

"... it's Kalia. I didn't expect to use messengers to call. Time is always a waste. Let's get you down to business."

Neither the features of the figure nor its wording differ from those of Karia-Birdnick, whom he had preached and heard. But seeing how it was, the oil rant learned something a little nosy.

She appeared strangely pale and powerless in the eyes. I didn't see the hegemony or the hectic presence that I thought was about the concept of a hero.

If you pretend, the little girl even looks like she's just bringing in soldiers. The woman with the red bronze eyes forming beside her seemed more suited to the battlefield.

The oil rant tightened the edges of his lips once so as to hide the upset before giving out a hard word.

"I'm sorry to be rude. But given the information leaking, it would have been better for a place like this."

The way the oil rant was spoken was exactly like a military man. Speak quickly and reliably only what is necessary. One way or another, it's close to the way the Garrist Royal Army talks about humans. I guess that's because he imposes on himself more ways of being a soldier than as a magician.

"I'll be frank with you. We want you to work with us on our activities in the capital."

Karia lifts her eyelashes up while slightly narrowing her silver eyes. I seem to be listening, but I didn't seem to be on board. That gaze is pointing at another, not an oil rant.

"Specifically? What is your activity?"

Nodding, Oilrant said while crushing observation of Kalia's reaction.

"Two points. The first point is - the recapture of His Excellency General Mastigious, who became a prisoner on the battlefield ahead. This will have to happen."

It was only a few days after the poisonous demon Junelba returned from the battlefield that the newspaper became the capital. One step sooner than the return of the Devil's army, he transformed the capital into something dark.

That is, the rebels, led by the Magic General Mastigious-la-Borgograd, were destroyed, and the main magicians, including Mastigious, were taken prisoner.

That was the worst reward yet for a human being sitting in the capital without succumbing to demonization.

Even though he succumbed to the demon once, it is certain that he is one symbol in the Volvato morning. Because of his presence, there are many who have not yet given up hope. Barely under the control of the soldiers now is the hope that there will be a Mastigious. No matter how much misery there may be, many believe that if His Excellency the General is there, he can get it back.

Therefore, now that he has disobeyed and taken prisoner, the demonic side will undoubtedly move to execute Mastigious, Oilrant says.

"In this hellish situation now, the people who are still capable of shouting defiance of demonization are the ones whose majority were on His Excellency's lap. If we lose Your Excellency, there will no longer be anything to support them"

Lost support is more brittle than anything else. The soldiers gathered in the name of Mastigious will easily change from army to flock of men.

"... I understood the contents. So, the second point."

After all, Kalia's reaction was shallow. Not that I'm dissatisfied with the way it is, but I'm anxious not to feel as though I'm responding. If it's an oil rant, affirm it or deny it. I thought there was some reaction at this point.

But now she even looks more like a wind of not really interested than pretending to be unresponsive as a negotiating rush.

"The second point is the withdrawal from the capital… that is, we would like your help to evacuate citizens from the capital and nearby villages"

That's where the oil rant said it, and it finally reacted to Kalia.

The oil rant did not miss the tingling and fingertips jumped and the eyelids showed movement several degrees. Keep observing, says Oilrant.

"Unless you're sorry to be here for backup. We have no more power than to resist demons and demon armies, let alone the great demon Vrilligant, than the destruction of the Lord's army and the reign is in the hands of demons."

Pale, the oil rant only said the facts. Oil rants don't think that's a cowardly decision. Instead, how cowardly you would be not to choose to retreat here.

I have not made the choice to withdraw until now because there was a situation in which Mastigious would be outside leading the main army.

Build up your forces in the capital while attracting the demon's gaze to you, and turn to disobedience when the time comes. Because of its hopes and conceptions, it also withstood subjugation.

But now that its main army has been crushed, what should be done is to leave as soon as possible than in the capital. Whether evacuating the surrounding villagers together will leave and cause more damage, but there is no choice. It's the military's job.

Rather than that, as a magician it is only inferior, and as a soldier it is already an anomaly at a time when oil rants, whose precision is only captainship, have to be allowed to judge this, telling the story of the Volvato morning tragedy.

Some of the rebel forces that remained in the capital were initially known as round-table magicians, as well as many superiors in the military.

- It's just that everyone, they'll be executed, they'll be turned into demonic toys, they've bent their knees.

Well, the oil rant bit his lip small, wondering if it meant much the same as being executed and made into a demonic toy.

At first there were collaborators not only in magicians but also in citizens, and in the capital alone there were tens of thousands of rebels. Some, though not able to fight, resisted demonization in the form of supporters.

Until Keel-Bazarov is assigned as the supreme commander of man.

I knew humans very well. What humans think, how they move, how they fear. Within a few months, many took their lives, and many became snitches from their supporters.

Every day after that, the superior was killed, and at last some captains became commanders of the rebel forces. When information came in that way that the main army led by Mastigious had been smashed, Oilrant decided.

There is no longer any point in disobedience by staying in the capital. What the hell can we do to a force that has been cut from tens of thousands to hundreds of people? I can't answer anything, can I?

If you just build a pile of dead people and see where the villagers die, you'd better choose to withdraw. Afterwards, in coordination with other nations, we have no choice but to reclaim our motherland over demonization again.

And I don't know how many, how many decades it will take.

I'm sure this isn't just an oil rant perception. The perception is the same for the soldiers and magicians who follow him, and for those who have become obedient to their witchcraft.

The Volvato dynasty is no longer a nation.

"Please, I would also like to tell Lord Rugis. It means they're doing something else now."

Karia was listening to the words as she stared directly into the eye of the oil rant. Oilrant felt that something slightly like a roll was returning to his silver eyes.

I don't know what emotion that is due to. However, it was certain that it was not favourable.

After taking a few seconds carefully, Karia finally opened her lips.

"- Stuck, something for you. You want him to finish your defeat?

Kalia's silver eyes trembling with clear frustration seemed like an oil rant. I even feel hostile to my skin.

The oil rant breathes small. Really, I thought they pulled the poverty lottery. If this is the case, you should have been executed first or run away sooner.

However, the obligation must be fulfilled beyond what is left of it. An oil rant was that kind of man.

"If there's nothing else I can do. It is my opinion that it is the military that takes it, whether it sucks or not. If this is the case, I don't care how you work out your hands."

Kalia said to bite off the words. With a natural temper and some kind of hegemony.

"- Don't understand everything about this one, oil rants and stuff. He came here to win. Not to defeat."

Yes, I suppose so. As I remembered something, Karia shrugged, I said.

"Besides, even if it's hard for him alone. Let me give him the glory. That's why I'm here."

Karia rocked her cheek with a fierce grin as she stared at the oil rant from the front.