A Wish to Grab Happiness

Crest religion is the eastern end of the sphere of power, the walled city of Galuamaria. This city, which dropped off the Volvato morning and the joint army of Rugis, is now welcoming another new army.

Seal Teachings - Garrist New Kingdom Lord Army. The beauty of that army, which holds the princess of the concubine in command, was a sweeping word.

Even the crest marshals, temporarily unable to withstand poverty and the harshness of the battle, now have nowhere to fill and lack equipment. The old Garrison army, led by old general Richard, was also swallowed up, and its quality has reached its level as an army of a country.

With the number of their soldiers trying to exceed 20,000, they continue to march. Their purpose was obvious.

The fall of the Volvato morning that unleashed hero Rugis as an advance, that's all there is.

"Like a hungry hound... right. It's not like rumors. Well controlled."

The man wrote down the look on parchment as he watched the march of Princess Philos, dressed in a black military costume, from the second floor of the inn. He has been in the heart of the deal for a long time now, Garou Amalia, much more sensitive to information than anyone else in the city.

If only to hear the rumors that flow there, Princess Philos had a previous reputation for showing Volvato the will to march, but would lack command.

But if you look at the real thing, it doesn't happen. It was like a fierce general wanting to fight and wanting to fight and nagging, and only before she hit her nose she was pointing.

The beautiful woman lining up the lines is probably the Virgin Mattia, and it is in places such as Old General Richard who commands the avant-garde army.

The march was harsh, yet gorgeous. It even seems to be packed with pieces as military personnel.

Man, Bernaglad ran the ink on parchment to make sure the shards didn't miss that brave look.

I'm always in trouble for money anyway. Such information and articles are commonly sold to citizens. There are many crests, especially in Galuamaria. The state of their Virgin will sell for a good price.

Bernaglad looks down at the army continuing down the street as he writes the article. Twenty thousand is an army. It should be quite impossible in the new kingdom of Garrist right now.

I don't know if it makes sense to launch a forcible army that far in the snow of death. But what fell into Bernaglad's chest was not a question, but a thought.

"... envy"

Unexpectedly, a voice that no one picks up drops zero.

How delightful it would be to fight as a brave soldier and die in glory. They can do it. And Bernaglad knew very well that he could not.

What happens if you go back there, once you've been expelled from the Garrist army? It doesn't make sense to start all over again as a recruit.

I wonder how it feels to be a hero, who would be ahead of the gaze of these brave soldiers. Bernaglad sighed and ran a brush pen, accompanied by an article.

This is how Garrist's new kingdom, Princess Philos' first parental enlistment, will be recorded. That clearly described how she looked, but only its inferred purpose was as if it were different.

There's only one thing she wants.

Not Volvato Morning Failure or anything else - only the recapture of the hero Rugis. Only that will was moving 20,000 troops.

But there is no book that describes it. This was not an expedition due to personal ambition or anything else, but was believed to be a great parental sign based on righteousness.

Other than Virgin Mattia, I never even noticed that Philos was smiling.

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The sun shakes and whimpers as it grieves. The distortion and madness of the horizon was one sign that the sun would crash.

Looking down at the state of it from the capital suburb of Mount Befims, Gearlabour sparkles his eyes. That, to be honest, was a way of showing the upset of being a rabble.

Perhaps I could call it a surprise. So much so that this sight is shocking to her.

Rabul also thought that Junelba might suffer defeat as a demon. The demon Rugis turned to his enemies in exasperation, and most importantly, he has a demon sword.

Will you just be cornered, or will you be slaughtered to death? Do you on the other hand eat up everything?

But no matter how I rolled, nothing more was supposed to happen.

"- Something unexpected seems to happen to us between this heaven and the earth."

Under my eyes, the sun disappears.

It is the remnants of the very small world that Junelba created and created using the original. He should have undoubtedly regained his power as God in that world.

He reigned as the Sun God again, even if only for a few moments.

- But he's dead. Evidence that this sunset is above all else. Who, how.

Rabul's doll-like eyes were blindfolded for a moment by a stiff eyelid and opened. In the meantime, the upset disappears from her.

It was certainly an unexpected situation. But the results are the same. A large number of humans are crushed, and a disastrous demon is crushed to the heart.

Either way, the magic concentration in the air is full enough. No, rather, the very small world of Junelba had announced its collapse, and the flavour was so intense that it was no longer intoxicating that it was brewing out of the air.

This will suffice. It seemed to Laboure that the human soldiers were beginning to march towards the royal palace. It's too late.

It all ends.

I found myself trying to open my eyes, even as the body of the sorcerer I held in my hands relaxed. There are slight signs that the fingertips are starting to pulse. Rabul stared at his expression as he gently restrained his head.

Fialert-la-Borgograd. Dark-haired magicians could not already be called humans. Its body is no longer the power of a pure demon itself.

It may be said that the blood vessels, organs, nerves, human elements were scraped off until they were in the details. Rabul understood that this was all because of his transformation into a demon.

Turn her into the magic she needed in making her heart. Whatever it was, only against what was poured out of him, she didn't make any rejections. Rather, it was even as if waiting for everything.

I guess she didn't mind if her body deviated from humans as a result.

At all, if it was meant to be, it should rub off its spirit, soul, etc., and collapse away. It could be said that it was the boulders that rejected everything but him.

Rabul stood in front of the giant one, holding the fialert.

If you try to see the whole thing, it's so giant that you have to fly even in the sky.

This is the undisputed corner of the king who once lined his shoulders with the Giant King, the Spirit King, and bewitched his people as a great demon.

Great Demon Vrilligant.

The glory was alive and well enough to say that he was defeated by the human hero Altia and had his heart smashed. All he has to do is open his eyes and easily change his appearance, such as the history of the world.

And I'm ready to just wake up. Junelba is said to have decayed, and his ambition is fulfilled. No, with his own death, he made himself manifest the king.

"Come on, here's the beating heart. Great magic is in the universe. The chains that bind them are scattered."

It was like a chant that rared something.

Moments, several gears appear around Laboure. They meshed and began to move with a proper and lofty noise.

All I'm saying is that moving that body is your duty. Let's be tough, it even looked like a noble ritual.

Rabul opens his arms wide. I no longer had to support the fialert. The sound of the gear rings.

"The world is a myth. Numerous myths disappeared, spiritual myths that bound them became the myths of dragons and giants, and now human mythology is here -"

As in responding to the chant, a great demonic body that had gained a heart had begun its first pulse in a long time. Every beat frightens the sky, and every time the scales swing, the earth screams.

Ha, ha, ha.

The gear makes noises without even taking a break. No, it's been ringing ever since the day the world started.

"- But those are all imitations. Here's the original myth. Follow the myth and lay down your destiny here. Only if I am the one who carries fate with the ark."

Long hair like silk thread shakes the universe, signs of a strong demon that even makes you nauseous. Rabul whispers as if at some point as he opens his hands.

- Original unlock.

The bearer of human mythology still gets no body body, giant mythology is entrusted to a small giant, and spiritual mythology wields outrage at not eating up the earth.

And today, another myth opened its eyes.