A Wish to Grab Happiness

Volvato Morning Capital Attack. Two weeks have passed since the battle between mankind and the Demon Army.

The capital, once lost due to the awakening of the great demon Vrilligant, the trek of poison Junelba and gear Labourg, has now returned to the hands of mankind once again.

Nevertheless, that doesn't mean everything's back to normal.

The majority of the capital is damaged by the battle and is in need of reconstruction, and the fact that many noble magicians and officials have been executed no longer deprives the capital of its function as an administrative office.

The restoration of the villages burned down by the hands of Junelba and Keel is foolish, and even a precise grasp of the scale of the damage is elusive.

Besides, the monarch remains executed by demonization. I have not even completed the ritual of inheritance of my status to the young prince.

The Volvato morning was no longer full of itself by keeping itself in shape as a nation. There is much to be done.

Lord Rugis is still awake.

Even in such circumstances, Magic General Mastigious asked so as a cliche, several times a day. Under his eyes, a large neighborhood was built, and he could see that he had not been able to get much sleep.

Eileen Ray-Lachiador said as she floated the neighborhood under her eyes as well as her superior officer.

"... Yes. Yeah, I'm still asleep, and I'm hearing it from a sidekick knight."

Eileen, who was questioned, was also in a flash of consciousness. She gently strokes her eyelids with one hand to prepare her breath.

"Right. If you need anything, get in touch immediately."

Please meant that this was not an order but a personal request by Mastigious.

Eileen glances at parchment as she nods at words she doesn't know how many times. Moments, ink falls pompous, vision blurs. That was the limit. I haven't slept in days.

There aren't enough administrators. Maybe the demons even repeatedly executed them for this.

Because of that situation, even Mastigious and Eileen, who are inherently military personnel, are entangled in political affairs.

All this time, Eileen envied Hynd for not having any knowledge of politics.

"My lord, the date scheduled for the Inheritance Ceremony will continue as it stands, may I?"

"... I don't mind. I would like Lord Rugis to show his face, but I can't help it. Let's hope we wake up."

Inheritance Ceremony. It proclaims and celebrates the exorcism and the inheritance of the principality.

The hero who slashed and killed the evil dragon Vrilligant should have shown his face on the spot again, but if he stayed asleep, he had no choice.

Citizens crave separation.

On that day when the capital was laid down by demonization, now that power has become a blank zone, we want a tomorrow that welcomes one separation. Delay that date and the confusion will accelerate.

I must tell you that it is all over and that there will be another new and glorious day.

Nevertheless, it was also certain that the citizens wanted the hero who killed the dragon. Without a hero on the spot, it's a little bit of a hassle.

This is not about body structure, it's about politics.

- To which nation does the Rugis hero belong?

It is a crest hero, but there is still no record of serving the nation. Then, by involving him in the ritual of succession to public office, he may become one of those bordering on Volvato. I also wanted to attach a marital relationship if possible.

Nothing. This doesn't mean that people from the Mastigious faction, like Eileen, think on their own. That is what many of those who belong to the Volvato morning think.

He destroyed the Great Demon in Volvato. Then it should be possible to consecrate as the savior of Volvato.

Eileen calls her men with one hand as she rubs her sleepy eyes. And now for once, I told him to check on Rugis and include him.

"If there has been a change, Your Excellency and I… so that we will only contact Hynd later. That would be nice."

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Lonely distort your lips in bed, wrapped in a warm feel. I looked for pillows and chest with my fingers, but I didn't see any chewing tobacco.

Give me a break. You threw it away somewhere. I guess not. A few hours after I woke up, I finally realized it, so I was out of time.

But well, from what I hear, I've been acting as a demon for a while, so no wonder the clouds of memory happen. I remember little by little, but I still have incomplete memories.

One thing comes to mind in that.

"... Hey, Kalia. I just remembered."

"What is it, you? Anything to remind you of?

I raised my weirdly light body and said to Karia, who looked at me as I sat down.

"I'm sorry if I'm misremembering - you, aren't you setting me up again?

"Hmm... right. Your memory is wrong. Remember back."

They say, put your finger between your eyebrows once and make you walk around thinking.

That brings back memories of when the chronology was occasionally back and forth or flying, but that Laboured made me a demon.

All of the behavior seems terrible. Though, I guess this is also true if they say it's my own side. I don't want to think so too much.

One of my memories, I still had something to catch on to.

"No, Kalia, what time have you been telling my woman..."

"- You think not? What do you think, Fialert?"

Karia held up that sharp eye and said so to silence me. I'm pretty sure Kalia is the one who behaves in a noble manner in an effort to overflow his undisguised confidence.

At least I don't remember handcaging her. I didn't say no.

With Kalia, he shifts his gaze to a fialert sitting on his bed. The beautiful brunette was shaking as she spread into the bed.

She looked asleep, but opens her mouth to a stretch mix.

"- Oh, Rugis. You don't even remember me?

Really wait.

Cover your mouth with your hands and close your eyelids hard. My thirst complained of intense thirst and I felt pain squeezing around my lungs.

- What the hell did I do? Has it really done something? Stupid.

But to be honest, I don't have a complete memory of when I was turning into a demon. Rather, it would be more accurate to say that there is only a portion left.

And then I wasn't me.

I would have forgotten my respect and aspirations for Kalia, Fialert and Eldis, and I should have let go of my memories of the past.

If so, is there anything strange even if I did something that wasn't me?

A large amount of cold sweat follows my spine. I noticed my breath was getting hot. Isn't this very unsavory? What do you say to Arueno?

'- What are you both talking about? What did my Rugis say?

It was Eldis's voice that held me back from my chest. Precisely a zero voice from a chest bag, though.

Even the illusion appeared beside me, though it was thin. Binoculars are staring at Kalia and Fialert as he brings up his eyes.

Regardless, it doesn't mean Eldis has flown the phantom from Garrist to Volvato Morning in the East on his own.

Whatever, this bag I'm lowering from my neck contains shards that Eldis built himself to show a species called Elves?

Honestly, I don't know what that means. The specialized part was left to the fialert.

It just seems like the only reason I can talk from afar is because I have this bag.

Well, whatever the magic or mystery, it's easy and good to stay in touch with Eldis, who should be in the Garrist King's Capital, in a remote area.

"Erdis, since when did Rugis become yours, yeah?

'I wonder if you mean no, Kalia. I don't like it at all. Human beings immediately try to steal someone's eyes and work evil. Oh, don't worry, Rugis. I keep my eye on your place. [M] You can come back at any time, right now'

Erdis says so with a riddled grin, as usual, but only his eyes are dangerous to the point of being odd.

I wonder what. Were they ever so vicious friends? I wonder what I was really doing.

It suited me when I gently included water in my tongue, worried about my own memory when I was a demon.

The voice came with the rush.

"- Dear Kalia, Dear Fialert. Are you there!

It was probably the voice of a samurai serving a room. When Karia returned that as if something were going on with her expression distorted, she immediately made the words, albeit with a frightened voice for a moment.

"Garrist, the Coalition of the Crest is marching towards the capital here! Come immediately!

Behind the lid, the figure of Mattia the Virgin and Philos the Princess floats aggressively. I accidentally distorted my cheek.

What are you doing, they are. What the hell for? I shrugged so unexpectedly in my chest.