A Wish to Grab Happiness

The military council was dissolved once and it was decided to rearrange the partition. I wish Grandpa Richard had a real plan.

When I entered my grandfather's private room, only my grandfather and his lieutenant, Namor, were there. As always, she has no remorse for her hostility towards me, and her eyes are stretched out.

I can't help it. I am aware that I will only be hated.

"So, Grandpa. Another hand..."

Turn a blink of an eye to Namor. I asked my grandfather with a gaze whether she could ask. Looking at the place where he nodded lightly, it seems that there is no problem.

"--Well, there's no such thing as"

"... I guess. I thought it would be like that."

I knew it.

The signal for gaze in the military chamber is the hand, which I used to use when I was under my grandfather.

When my hands are stuck. When it became clear that the work story was going in a strange direction.

Say you have other plans and stand up for once. Then he fled quickly. I didn't want to take the extra hand.

Only Neimar said with a gloomy face.

"Huh? Huh!? Nothing!? Nothing!? The marshal and the general have their heads together!?

"Idiot! Don't say that out loud. The upset spread."

While holding Naymar back, Grandpa leaned dextrously with one hand.

"Basically, it's so bad, Lugis. I'm not aware of being a leader in the military. From now on, pay attention to every word, every facial expression. If you wrinkle between your eyebrows, everyone will share your anxiety. Look, you're no longer an adventurer in the back streets."

"... there's no word to return. That was the worst."

It reminds me of the previous military council. I just sweated anxiously and felt the tension in the room increase. Are powerful people exposed to this every day? I want you to make it easier.

"... neither the marshal nor the general. Just the two of you seem to be talking to each other in a tavern. I'd like to show you something called dignity."

Neimar said in haste.

If I even have to pull one elbow in front of my grandfather, I think I'd better quit being a marshal.

"But, actually, the problem is, we're not going to take it. After we moved another 28,000 soldiers. Jesus Christ, you're making a decision, Luigis. It's fun. Hey. As long as I envy you."

"If it were easier. I'd be happy to take it. Grandpa knows what he can do."

Drink the alcohol handed over to your grandfather in one hand and take a breath. I didn't feel like going around at all.

No, it's not. In fact, the answer is given. I just don't want to choose.

--There is only a total retreat. That's the best choice.

Even if Fort Medraut falls into enemy hands, we can keep our soldiers warm. As long as the soldiers remain physically fit. We should still be able to fight.

If you keep fighting here for nothing and your soldiers and morale collapse, it will be irreversible.

Grandpa receives a new bottle of wine from Namor and opens his mouth.

"- No. I have another hand. Ruth, I'll hold it down for 3,000. Go to the plains of Orion. And kill Zebrelilith and come back here immediately. Until then, I will bring it to you."

Just the words of my grandfather transformed the air of the place into something heavy. This is not the momentum from the inclusion of alcohol. In the first place, grandfather doesn't get drunk with alcohol.

Namor was the first to react before I opened my mouth.

"Impossible, General. At least 3,000 troops to defend the fort. An army without replenishments or reserves is not a complete army. 60,000 enemies. Fall in a full day. As a lieutenant, I formally object."

"... I agree. That means abandon your grandfather and your soldiers and turn them into pieces."

Sixty thousand and three thousand. Literally, it's an unspeakable margin of strength. It's not a battle, it's a ravage. Naymar said it would be a full day, but given the fact that the opponent is Valerie, it would not be strange to fall in half a day.

But the grandfather said, turning his arm slightly and still muscular.

"... I told you. I know Valerie best. I can bring you three days. Listen, Rugis. It's two days from here to the plains of Aung. I'll kill the Zebrelilith bastard there. If you think Valerie's gonna be here in three days, that's enough time."

"Grandpa, I'm not a fool anymore. Zebrellis is leading a herd of beasts. Soldiers will not be intact. Considering that it has dropped to half, even if I finally joined my grandfather, it would be 13,000. How do you fight Valerie?

"It's okay, even if you can't fight it. If you can't confront him, you can rendezvous and leave to King's Landing. Think carefully, Lugis. It is more lethal for Zebrellis and Valerie to leave behind and retreat. After Zebrellis has ravaged the vicinity of King's Landing, you can't get back on your feet. You're going to intercept Valerie in a city that has lost its walls? If King's Landing stays, we can still fight it. But if you lose King's Landing, it's over for me and you. You'll see. Turn your mind to what's most important."

Wrinkles appeared between the eyebrows. I accidentally chewed my lips.

That's right, Grandpa. The weak and emerging new kingdom is backed by power in that it retains the King's Capital.

If you lose the King's City, no matter how many new kingdoms you name it, the other factions won't accept it. It ends when it is crushed.

I searched for words for a few seconds.

"Hey, don't make another serious look. I told you I was uncomfortable. Thank you very much, my master said that he would move the situation with his feathers stuck. Take it with a bright face. You think I'm gonna die?

My heart burst into my grandfather's words. Blood comes out of my face.

- Do you think he'll die?

Death. No matter how much grandfather he is, he dies lightly when he dies. Like when the Beast killed me for cover. I'll never do that again.

But, as Grandpa said, I was sure I couldn't find any other hands. If you make a mistake here, everyone dies if you fail.

I chewed my lips hard.

"... then promise me, Grandpa. If you think it's impossible, I want you to retreat whatever happens. Grandpa and the soldiers can be rebuilt as long as they live."

"- That's very kind of you, Marshal. Yes, I see. We will definitely retreat. I'll do my job with one arm."

At the end, Grandpa said so after drinking the bottle.

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"--General! That man really doesn't understand the situation. After all, this case...!"

After Rugis left Richard's room, it was Lieutenant Naymar who revealed the fury. She is still unconvinced by what her superiors said about staying in the fort.

This is still a discard stone. Aren't you just letting your superiors sew Lugis's ass? You must not fall into a critical situation because of this.

Richard was calm against Neimar, whose face turned red and revealed his emotions.

Calmly, you leak your words indifferently.

"Naymar, I can't trust you enough to cheat on my plan."

Richard said while maintaining the black sword with one hand.

It was a quiet angry voice.

"No, that's not it. However..."

"Shut up. Stop talking."

Richard said as if he had eaten away Naymar's words.

It's the first time she hears a superior's angry voice. Neimar doesn't know where his superiors have shown emotion so far.

My words touched the anger of my superiors. On the spot, Neimar stuck his spine.

"- Very well. Damn, you're not my lieutenant. I don't have any military talent. I can't help it. It's a mistake for the daughter of a country nobleman to imitate the military."

I was distracted by Namor's expression. I don't even know what I'm talking about right now. No, I don't want to understand.

Even though she is a lieutenant, she hears the words of her superiors, even if they are shards.

"General... Chi, I..."

Naymar shouted out in pursuit. In your chest, your emotions become turbid and wave. I didn't expect to be able to use such a word.

I desperately withheld the feeling of overflowing from my eyes. I desperately suppressed my rough voice.

But Richard won't stop.

"--Return to King's Landing. Don't go into battle with someone who's going to get emotional like you. Stay in the realm like a noble daughter. If you want to play war, do it in territory."

"Ah, uhh... I'm sorry..."

Naymar said nothing more. I couldn't say anything. I can't even look at my superiors anymore. Only tears are spilling. Soon, Richard left his private room.

Emotions don't fit.

It is not sad that I was exposed to anger.

It is not sad that I was dismissed as a lieutenant.

I thought I did my best, but Richard didn't admit it. Above all, I wanted to put up with Namor.

Namor is nothing but a little girl of the country nobility. If you don't give your name, you're a weak nobleman who's about to dry out.

They don't look at me. There is nothing to be admitted. Neimar is always alone in King's Landing.

Her relentless efforts and enthusiasm to work on the battlefield. I was the only one who admitted it.

Only one of them has just been lost.

The pharynx is exhaled. I can no longer hold back my tears. Emotions are as messy as if they were scratched around.

Whose fault is this? How could this happen? Neimar thought of that alone in the fort and shed tears.

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Daemon Oufu opened his eyes.

In black where no shard light can be seen. Somehow, only the shadow of Oufu remains.

I've been lurking for a long time.

I stayed in the shadows for a long time.

That's for two reasons.

One is that if Oufu were to appear and lead his family, Rugis, the Great Devil Ultius would undoubtedly carry out an aggressive intervention.

King's Capital battle with Magus Drigman. A defense against the Great Demon Vrigant. It was all about paper. If Oufu intervened, there was no doubt that there were more ways to live.

But if we do, Artius will focus on the battle with Oufu.

On the contrary - Artius wouldn't have done it without Oufu. Because I refuse to be meaningless.

She did not expect that just humans would destroy the Magus and destroy the Great Demon Vrigant.

The second reason is that if Uhuru continues to intervene, it will no longer be their battle, but Uhuru and Ultia's battle.

Don't be like that.

Humans must decide by their own will. There may be mistakes or steps off the road.

The world in which the existence of God and others governs even the will and faith is no longer the world. God's boxyard.

Humanity must overcome the difficulties that it can overcome by its own hand. There's no such thing as impossibility.

There's only one thing Oufu can do to help.

A duel against Ultia. Someone who will exchange blades with her and kill her again. When I arrived at her. That's why I put all my strength into it.

But one thing. Towards the darkness, Oufu said.

"Family member Lugis. Am I wrong? Should I have led you?"

"-That's right. It was a mistake, Oufu."

Someday there was white in front of the shadow. The glowing light that converges is white in black, where everything is about to melt.

The Great Devil, Artius, was there.

"Look at the board. I won't hesitate any more. I'll do whatever it takes. You may move any way you like. [M] Everything is your freedom - it's too late anyway."

"I know best how scary you are, Artius."

She is willing to make sacrifices.

She doesn't miss the pain.

She knows that people suffer the most.

"I've never been disadvantaged on the board. Until now and tomorrow. How many times have I competed with you on the board?"

Ultius and Oufl. Between the two there was a board. A mechanical playboard that moves while making a loud noise.

Both of them time and time again. Assuming the board surface, we launched a simulated offensive defense. Points at each other, moves them, and moves them.

How can we kill Artius? Who should I help? Oufu tried again and again.

--But no matter who Oufu helped, he was no match for Artius.

We continued to assume a large number of people as the head of the board.

I used the Virgin Matthia as my flag. However, even if we destroy the walled city of Galuamaria, it is impossible to expand any further. She has no talent for the reign, and she has no talent for spreading war.

Brave Richard Palmyris. He was a hero, but he was too old. Earlier in the next few decades, the story might have been different. Even with the fall of King's City, there was no longer enough power to resist the many magicians and heroes.

Queen Phyllos. She always had only the foundation of the Catholic Church. Against the Catholic Church, she was bound to be assassinated.

The knight Carrie Birdnick, the magician Fialé-La-Borgograd, and the elf fin Eldis.

Whoever becomes the flag, defies Artius. She was bound to dominate the board at the end.

The great hero Hert-Stanley hunted down Artius one step further, but he still couldn't. His essence is justice and goodness. I have too much affinity for Ultius.

--A man named Lugis. I never went to the front stage on any of the boards.

Sometimes I was famous as a villain. He never walks in peace without the grace of Artius.

On all sides, he was robbed of everything.

He has no lineage, no environment, no talent for martial arts. A clumsy person who can only live.

The only thing that gives him his singularity is that he is not loved by Artius. Always what Arieno, the family of Artius, wanted.

- I should be the only one who can save him.

Until madness, Arieno was devoted to him. No matter how good he was, I politely and wholeheartedly took everything from him. I try to own it after that.

"It's off track. But, Artius, that's why I became your family. Are you crazy or Arieno? Or is there something that drives people crazy to become Lugis?"

Rugis has only that specificity.

But because of the uniqueness of Artius's loss of affection, Oufl was able to intervene most forcefully with him.

Because Artius didn't give it, Oufu could give it. That's why Oufu chose him.

"He was wonderful. With Sigilism as its flag, he attacked the Magus, destroyed the Great Demon, and raised mankind up. I don't call this a feat, I call it."

"But it doesn't reach me. It's over, Oufu. It's over now. If he wanted to fight me, he had to be on his side, not just east and south, but west. I had to make sure they were perfect. Even the soul of the human king Medic is mine now. Oufu, I'll give you a break. I'll tell you again."

--The curtain of the story is already falling. It's over. Whatever he does to Zebrellis, I'm not at all interested.

Altius said that with a spiral of laughter.