A Wish to Grab Happiness

The fine sunlight pierces the earth and illuminates the streets.

It was inherently only marginally warm, but Keel-Bazarov was experiencing a fever that seemed to burn off his skin just because of it. Nerves rush around to their fingertips, every minute and every second is insane.

Keel's appearance has changed badly. The appearance of a good man disappears and asks around with his eyes constantly moving. All he waits for is the execution of the Magic General Mastigious-la-Borgograd.

That mastigious, who only looked like a monster, dies here today. Really?

Keel asked himself that unexpectedly. That monster dies. Hard to believe in Russia. I moved it slightly with my eyes closed.

Though I am the one who mentioned this public execution, more and more suspicion grows over time. Mastigious was a man like a magician's symbol. Even though he was defeated by the demon, is it something that will die lightly from execution or something like that?

Keel repeated many unanswered questions.

- That's how the time came. The devil birds raise their voices one after the other and mark the beginning of it.

The spectators are Keel, the supreme human commander, and Nut, king of the capital. And a lot of folks. Everyone is anxiously staring at the execution site without ever being able to leave. Maybe the demons are watching this somewhere too.

Easily constructed execution benches and wooden shackles were created to kill lives. It is only addressed to sinners.

But not now. Destined to stand before it are the brave men who risked their lives for the Volvato morning.

A brave man is executed as a sinner. That was a distorted sight.

Everyone in the people doesn't know why they're here. I couldn't turn my back, even if what I saw now was half a manifestation of malice. I feel like leaving here is the only way to stop having worse nightmares.

Together, the demons pull the chains of iron with the larvae and connect the magicians and elites of Volvato to the execution bench. Some of them were violent, but none could manage in a situation surrounded by demonization.

About ten people are lined up side-by-side and secured to the execution bench. The people took their breath. The demons wave up their weapons at each of them.

- And a moment later, ten necks fell. A bloodbath erupts against the people.

Screaming and screaming rose from the surrounding area. The shock of seeing something you didn't want to believe greatly shakes a person's spirit. Some were no longer sure they were treading on the ground.

But if that goes on and on, we can no longer accept it. The people were blinded, just staring at their own soldiers dying.

"Ugh, but you're plain! This would have been a good time for us to fight each other with our weapons."

Taru Nut, king of the capital, says as he drinks to wear wine in a covered VIP table. Sometimes I'm busy enough to turn my eyes, but today I can afford to drink thanks to this afternoon. For that reason, I was in a great mood.

"No. This is good. Give them a little freedom and they breathe back. Besides, there's no good in giving people futile hope."

"Hmm, it's a coward's idea. I don't know! How can I be frightened of humans when they say they've raised me from human to demonic?"

Nut opens his mouth to blatantly scorn Keel. Blue feathers stroked the universe. Keel doesn't even skip a nut, but hands together and looks down at the execution bench.

Next, he was staring at the sight of his neck slipping off even more next. There may have once been someone who exchanged words, but I can no longer remember Keel. To Keel, they were just appetizers.

And about a hundred necks were dropped, and his turn came. A voice was raised unexpectedly by the people.

He came with both wrists tightened to iron restraints and brought in chains. Instead of being a sinner, he rather behaved with grandeur and drowned his black hair in the wind.

Mastigious took his bellyful deputy and stood before the people for the first time in months. General and how to call Mastigious stands out.

I don't know, Keel stood up from his seat. My heart roars.

"-Mastigios! Looks like you're finally dying too. Here and now, die like a skinny dog!

To Keel's voice, the people push silence. In the last few months, the people knew this city and who the ruler of man was that way.

Even if it was an abominable enemy, we'd have to keep our mouths shut. Only one person doesn't close it.

"- Everyone dies anyway. Me too, you too."

Keel's gaze intensifies and Mastigious takes a step forward. A wooden shackle was overlaid on its thick neck.

"My lord... my lord Mastigious"

Eileen accidentally leaked her voice among the deputies connected to both sides. My lips, which I was desperately biting off, are bleeding. The blood was imbued with dignity and humiliation.

On the other hand, Hynd was just looking ahead silently. I still didn't wait to embrace death, staring at my witchcraft with even intent to kill.

We met when the three were abusively put on the execution bench with demonic hands.

The little bird of the preaching rings out loud. The earlobes of the people trembled tremblingly.

"Come, come! - The devil, Master Rugis, is here!

The boulder mastigious also opens his eyes. I doubted my ears, and the next thing I knew, I doubted my eyes. At death, I thought you were even dreaming funny dreams.

From the appearance where the executioner is supposed to go, it came.

The atmosphere has a more violent shade than it used to be when we met, with a disastrous demon sword on our shoulders. Unlike before, red eyes, like blood splashes, looked down lightly at people and seemed to elaborate hatred. The outfit, the way it looks, everything is different.

For the first time since I came here, I could see the color of agitation in Mastigios. Doubt and emotion mingle together in the chest, becoming voiceless voices and spitting out of the mouth.

"... Rugis, huh"

"Ooh? What, too many guys know my name? I don't know."

But well, if it's good, yeah, put down a beat. Rugis dragged his sword out of his sheath. A demon sword that pulses and shines in purple electricity roars all the time as the blade of a truncated platform.

Both the people and the demonization around them. For a moment, I spit. I didn't know what that was, but everyone understood that it was no longer just a sword.

"Humans, you think dying is important? I'm alive and dirty, but how about you? If there's anything left to say, I'll listen to you."

People are going to die. Rugis the demon rang his neck so that he didn't feel any such weight or anything.

The distant noise was starting to get in my ears.

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Volvato Military Oil Rant opens his eyes to capture the sight. The vicious looking triple-white eyes unwittingly swayed.

Kingsguard Hall Front Square transformed into an execution site. It is good until it has been dispersed among the people with the soldiers for the purpose of recapturing Mastigious. As planned, the demons are very uncontrollable to the presence of too many gathered people.

The sight of my fellow soldiers being executed one after the other was just hell. The humiliation of having to abandon the beings who endured training together.

But if you step in poorly at this point, I'm sure demonization will isolate Mastigious or kill him on the spot. His protection was unusually strict because the enemy also recognizes its importance.

Then I had to wait. For a moment now, time for Mastigious to be exposed to the crowd. Moments when they are drawn out and executed in public. That is the opportunity for recapture.

That's when I came.

- Take disaster with you. The demon Rugis stood in front of Mastigious, even with a relaxed bare gesture.

Heroes and people who should have heard that. What's wrong with that? He treats Mastigious as an executioner, while looking overly demonic.

What do you mean? What's going on? The oil rant covered his mouth with confusion in his three white eyes. I even feel like the world has been overshadowed from my feet.

From afar, I heard iron striking iron. It would be evidence that a separate team of positive moves, led by Kalia, is moving. They were going to attract demons, so this one was going to be thin.

But if the demon came out, the story was completely different. Until now, the demon Rabul and the demon Junelba had made this plan because they rarely showed up in public.

A moment of agitation and a cruise. The moment the oil rant distorted his lips, Mastigious's voice was heard.

"- That's what you look like inside. You look great."