A Wish to Grab Happiness

A detached house inhabited by a concubine princess.

Until the princess was officially crowned, this was her royal palace and office.

Inevitably, his subordinates and those involved in her will be exchanging words in this outhouse.

one of those rooms. Largdo-Ann sounded his voice with his chest stretched with a small limb.

"The status quo is simple, to put it well. To put it badly, it's critical. Let's sort things out."

Ann drew a white line on a black board and had him briefly draw a map of the continent.

Just mention the name of the big nation and continue with the words.

"In the Eastern Volvato morning we will crown the new Garrist kingdom with the Southern Elizaldo as our de facto ally. This is an alliance between nations with an unparalleled and extensive territory in history - but it is also not something that will be of immediate use. Volvato mornings are half-dead due to the emergence of the Great Demon. Elizaldo has also heard that the Demon Disaster has left tribes unconnected."

It was clogged and I couldn't count on either of them.

If you look at the situation alone, it is likely that you will not take a stand against it, even if you will be asked to cooperate.

Nevertheless, the alliance would be worthwhile, even in that decisive conflicts were avoided alone.

Had Xiaokang continued, there would have been no problem.

"In the midst of this catastrophe, there are two forces that express their hostility to us. This is the Cathedral Army that shelters the former Royal Army, led by Amerites-Garrist, who fled to the north."

That's what Ann said, looking indoors once. Only one person she noticed as each sat at the oval-shaped table.

Hero Rugis.

Somehow he was colluding with Sir Biomondor as he put Kalia and Fialert aside.

These are the people who made it through each other's time. Maybe the horse fits.

But that's not funny to Anne. Doesn't it seem as if what you say is worthless than Sir Biomondor?

It is his usual practice to ask for details in booze and dining areas after meetings like these at almost every hour. Then I'll ask you something in the conference room.

No, of course, it's not like you and I don't like drinking or eating.

"... you can say that the two forces are essentially one. They hate our crest-taught nation. I've never accepted a messenger, and I've heard that since she took Arueno as the Virgin, morale seems like a tsunami."

Virgin Arueno. As soon as I called the name, for a moment, I felt the hero's gaze turned to Ann.

End of story, why? Would there have been any such information?

Ann carries on the words as she handles the record in her head.

"There's another big problem. Another disaster that manifested itself in the northwest - the great demon Zebrellis continues southwards. Keep going and he will definitely eat up our territory. Then we won't be able to keep the kingdom in shape."

I mean, here's the thing, Lord Anne.

Soon after finishing his colloquial conversation with Rugis, Biomondor is turning his gaze to Ann.

Apparently, he wasn't listening to the content of the meeting while exchanging words with his surroundings.

He was a completely unskilled man.

"- We, the Cathedral Army and Zebrellis. We are still being targeted by two disasters. That this is not a situation to be relieved of at all."

You're right, Sir Biomondor.

If I were to add, I could not overlook the presence of the United Lore of the Hordes lying in the West either.

They are also victims whimpering about the Demon Disaster, but apparently are unwilling to form an alliance with the new kingdom.

There should not have been a thriving faith in that country, but at some point many of the gods had leaned toward Catholic support.

We will not be able to engage in active hostilities, but we cannot expect cooperation either. I get stabbed in the back if I have to.

The situation is simple in a way. It's much easier to understand than when I was about to raise a flag in Gallu Amalia.

That's why it was also critical.

"- Hall of Heroes. What do you think? I want you to say something. Whatever, Marshal."

Ann said so in a tone that she couldn't hide her frustration anymore.

At the end of his gaze is a hero who stays chewed on tobacco. He rounded his eyes like he had been poked in the void, and he was grinning bitterly. Why do you keep telling me that?

Contrary to that bitter laugh, however, the surrounding gaze gradually gathers in Rugis.

Naturally. A great hero who killed a demon in the Wang capital and zeroed the great demon in Eastern Volvato. He will be appointed Marshal at tomorrow's crowning ceremony.

There is no one who has any interest in the word of that man.

So there was something to ride Ann's words.

"Right. I'd like to hear it, too. Say it, Rugis."

Princess Philos tells me to stare with a pair of glasses. It seemed pleasant for some reason.

She is the only one in this position who can give orders to Rugis. That's how Rugis, too, has to snort at her words.

Ann exhales contentedly when she sees him clasp his cheeks.

This is what happens because you try to listen to yourself seriously.

"Well...... right. I generally understand the hand of the Virgin over there. They won't simply imitate us. It's hard to think that you're going to come knock on the weak spot because of Zebrelilith's damage or, well, you're going to hit me first. I wish I hadn't at least had Valerie over there."

Hey Grandpa, and Rugis casually waved the subject to Richard.

Ann felt like she was getting away well, but it's certainly not a mistake what Rugis said.

The great demon Zebrellis continues to erode the continent at this time, eating everything. Cathedral doctors are no exception.

But it wasn't as deadly as the Garrist kingdom.

If Zebrellis continues to erode straight in the future, it hits directly around the fertile king's capital in the Garrist kingdom.

Garrist is just like being deprived of his heart. By the way, it will be a famine, and we will not be able to fight.

It could have been enough for the cathedral to attack in anticipation of its compatibility.

"... well. I don't want to see Valerie in person. If you think with a pure punch, he's definitely the best in the world. If I command, I win."

"Valerie-Brightness is not the only one. Cathedral Army. No, the Virgin Arueno leaves a few, including Valerie, to the Guardian, who keeps the army"

Unexpectedly, Anne attached to Richard's remarks, which could be regarded as both weak and strong.

Thinking about it, Anne thought it would have been a mistake to add without thinking about it here.

Drop your gaze on the parchment on hand. There were several names there.

Read out one, one.

"Garras-Gargantia. He is the lead knight of the Cathedral Knights. Its martial name will not be inferior to Valerie's. The other is said to use more miracles than witchcraft, Jilluil-Eno. And..."

Anne thought this was the name she saw somewhere, too. But that discomfort quickly made me play it.

Slowly push your lips open.

"Helt-Stanley. This one, too, sounds like a cathedral knight. The details of the previous history are unknown."

- Ann.

Very, very quiet voice. Presumably, it even sounds like a chat.

But one word froze the floor.

Both Philos and Mattia. Even Kalia, Fialert and Eldis, who were around him, didn't pinch their mouths.

Everyone had noticed that the words were unusual.

The same goes for Ann.

"... what, it would be. Hall of Heroes"

"What does that Helt-Stanley look like?"

What looks. For a moment, I don't know what that word means. Ann realized she was extremely nervous.

Put it down for a few seconds and put the information in your head in your mouth.

"... with a young man with blonde hair and blonde eyes. What's up, Hero?"

That's what I finally asked.

If I followed you any further, I felt like Anne was going to be attacked.

"- No. Thank you, Ann. Very well."

That's all Rugis responded to. I didn't say anything more.

But everyone on the spot had realized that the Helt-Stanley would have an extraordinary connection to this hero.

Because Rugis never took his hand off the Devil's Sword at hand from the moment he heard the name.