A Wish to Grab Happiness

Run a horse from the Volvato capital and raise your gaze as you pull the reins.

The influence of the Demon Army's march or the streets showed a rough appearance, but they were large enough to run a few horses. At the end of the street, a coalition of garrisons and crests should be seated. They've already finished marching near the capital for a long time.

And then, looking sideways at Karia's flowing silver hair, she made her lips jump.

"I thought you didn't have to say anything, oh and strongly. It would be good, about a messenger. This is how we're going to discuss it anyway."

Spill your words as you float a curtain with Mastigious in the council room on your lid. Speaking of other countries, Kalia was so pointy with words that it was not medium in ordinary times.

Kalia said as she gripped the reins and sighed aloud.

"That's why you can't. I'm unconscious. These things can take precedence over form."

Let's correct it. Again, this guy spitefully coated his words at any time, and even poisoned them. I want you to remember the word a little softer.

"That man named Mastigious is stronger than you think, Rugis. The position of general in every country is not just a position to take pride in martial arts."

I guess so, and Karia pinched me and spoke to Fialert holding the reins on the other side.

Fialert had an empty look on her face for a moment, but after a few seconds she slowly nodded her jaw.

"... right. He's not a bad person, but he's not just a good person. Maybe he wanted to show his relationship with Volvato by using you as a messenger. Although I didn't mind."

When Fialert said that with a shiatsu face, I also found that Kalia strengthened her gaze for a moment.

Show your relationship with Volvato. I'm not blunt enough to understand what that means now. I know exactly where I stand right now.

But wouldn't it be cruel to be told to pay attention to every single one of your actions? This is why I don't like the fact that it's politics or nobility.

They try to find meaning in the meagre work of others, as long as they keep flaunting each other for generations.

It's not like such a custom for a poor man like me. Everything I said and did.

At the same time as I sighed, my eyes wobbled unexpectedly. The very sight in front of me showed some signs of a blur.

Huh, I think. If what I said and what I did is everything, is there something I can do about Arueno?

Looking back, I haven't seen Arueno in a long time. It was the last time we caught a glimpse of her in the Great Temple of Frimslato through Altia, who borrowed Arueno's figure. If so, I may say that I actually met and talked to him since I met him in the orphanage that day.

It was a few years ago.

Strong grip on the reins. My eyes narrowed unexpectedly.

- Does Arueno remember me by doing it?

Though it was only a promise that he would pick him up sooner or later, Arueno even ascended to his status as the Virgin of the Catholic Church himself.

By then there would have been numerous encounters and various thoughts.

A bad feeling passes around the belly. If she'd forgotten about me a long time ago and sang about her life as a Virgin.

I don't know what to do. Really, let's try to live as heroes.

Now that my surroundings, myself and even this body have changed. Alueno is the only one who's connected me to the past.

Garrist and crest army tents are being seen at the end of their gaze. It was already less than a dozen minutes before we got there.

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Cathedral. A place where only the sacred, clean and truly faithful are allowed to enter even.

Even though it can be painted all year round on snow, only here will it never be demonic. That's what people called God's miracle.

deepest part of it. In the temple reserved for the Virgin, God smiled. A demonic grin that attracts, enchants, and corrupts people. She said it was just one person, but she said to speak up.

"- Vrilligant is dead. This is a problem you can't solve with your intervention alone, Ouffle."

The shadow I once answered is no longer here. For a while now, I have been embarrassing myself as if I was up to something. But it's the same whether you're here or not. If you ask him what he did, he hasn't done anything, you must say so.

'Naturally.' Cause it's Rugis. Yeah, I don't mind. '

In his chest, Arueno, the Lord with the Sacred Body, told him to laugh in his place. It's more like an act of telling me that I believe him than Altier.

She was definitely the Virgin because she could believe so much that she was the only one who would save him then, with such an awful laugh zero. He was so holy.

"Arueno. You have only seen one thing, now and ever. I suppose that way of believing would make you the Virgin."

'I wonder if I should call it an honor. But that's how you love someone, isn't it?

Altia rings her legs, behaving like she has no cage of emotions or anything else, while zeroing her delightful voice as she does.

Open the door leading from the temple to the outside world. Through a slightly longer hallway, there was another door there. I guess the idea is to keep the Virgin as far away from the downward bitch world as possible.

Altia gave a quiet look and opened the door again. There, he kneels as if the four figures even show loyalty.

All of us, heroic braves who even give their lives to the Virgin. Those whom the Virgin has recognized as her protectors. Altia speaks up like she sings.

"- Keep your head up. God has recognized you as his protectors. After the Holy Syriac ceremony, I formally entrust the four to the Guardians"

With that word, one person at a time slowly raises his head. Everyone was turning their gaze toward the Virgin with a glorious light in their eyes.

"... How are you feeling, Virgin? You don't look pale."

"Stop it, Gallus. I didn't leave it to the guardians to make you harder."

Led by the Cathedral Knight, Garras-Gargantia raised his head the most, and said so. Once again Gallus moves her lips when she gives a look close to mocking herself at the Virgin's words. I could see canine teeth from my mouth.

"I'm glad to hear that, Virgin. Correcting the collar is my pattern."

Gallus didn't call Arueno a singing princess anymore. The Virgin and I officially called it that.

Then it would no longer be in the realm of talent to remain without breaking the usual attitude.

"But Gallus. How is that wording toward the Virgin? You should have a natural respect. Though there was a saintly word for it."

Brilliant with thin pale hair and eyes beside the garrus, the use Jilluill-Hano said. The color of your eyes that makes you feel fanatical holds something that overwhelms your opponent with just a peek in.

Faith and further faith. That's exactly what's filling her up. So even a kind of divinity makes her feel.

"You are. Yeah, what do they think - Valerie-Brightness"

Silver-edged herd blue. Keeper Valerie was, at the end of the day, raising his head. A gaze so sharp that it's likely to pierce everything you see, sticks your fangs out at Jill Eyre. The eyes of Jill 'Il's fanaticism were also tangled in Valerie.

After a moment of staring at each other, Valerie opens her mouth to bounce.

"I don't care what the Virgin is told. Is it your faith to argue?"

In response to that word, Jill 'Il did not speak a word. Just a quiet look, staring at Valerie.

The Virgin came there and finally pinched her mouth.

"Stop. There is no need for discord. From now on, you will be guardians and heroes."

The Virgin's eyes looked at the knight with the curly blonde hair. He didn't say a word, but he looks at the Virgin. The Virgin called the name.

"Helt-Stanley, Garras-Gargantia, Valerie-Brightness, and Jilluille-Hano. The Virgin and Guardian are here. From this, we will become great."

After putting down a beat, the Virgin said. Everyone was waiting for that word.

"- Destroy the great demon Zebrellis and the demons, demons, and fake heroes that sprang up like that. Know that you are the true hope of this world."

Four pledge allegiance and absolute success by putting up their own weapons and costumes and dedicating them to the Virgin.

There was a line of talent, blood, and heroes chosen for their destiny.

"I swear I will make it happen. Virgin Arueno."

Helt-Stanley brilliantly shined his golden eyes and behaved in a manner that represented justice, he said so.