A Wish to Grab Happiness

- So, let's go win. Listen carefully. It's a final order.

Without taking his eyes off the enemy soldiers, he says, holding the pattern of the Gyu and the treasure sword with both hands. Strangely, my open lips felt heavy enough. My throat, it rings.

"From this point on, only the avant-garde assault force will launch a sudden assault on the enemy formation. I can't stand up to this army."

When I gave the signal for the assault, I said so, but for a moment I looked around.

It was to see what faces, and eyes, the guys in the assault unit were looking at. I couldn't have foreseen everything, but even the soldiers present around me varied from the ones that made my eyes harder, the ones with my lips open through them. There seemed to be no one in the boulder who laughed cheerfully.

That, too, I guess. It's like a suicide declaration in here.

I don't align myself with this army. That is what he says when he goes to bite the belly of the Archdiocesan Army, which will still prevail in numbers, with only a few dozen assault soldiers in the periphery.

If you make enough protrusions to stay away from the main army, even though the enemy forces are rocking its front lines, you will not be spared any major damage. Ahead of that assault, the word "total annihilation" soars cold.

I'm sure there's anxiety about death and distrust for me in the soldiers' hearts right now. Whatever it is, it's exactly where they're hunting down the Archdiocese right now. No wonder you think so when you say so, why do you have to do such a stupid imitation?

Look ahead to the battlefield again. A collapsing enemy soldier was beginning to erect his iron spear with a cursor to lure him in. Strengthen your eyes.

"I'm not asking you to go out with me. But the enemy leaves plenty of room. If you don't crush it now, everyone dies. No one, no one, he dies."

I didn't go into details, and I didn't have time to explain. Besides, who could have said. There will be ambushes ahead of us, so I can't explain what I have to say about sacrificing instead of my army.

The whole crest army can no longer be stopped from moving forward, and the retreat is unlikely to even be able to barely stop the legs. And the enemy will be putting together a matrix to skewer the soldiers of an unusually advanced ally.

It's impossible to go beyond that without any more damage. The world is not so sweet.

So we need to contain it with minimal damage. To do this, we must uncover the enemy's plans first. You need to step forward and be the target of a skewer.

Then I'm no longer the target.

Ambush is also useful because its existence is not known. If my army is not harmed by the ambush, I will later try to believe that it will be forced to push me even into it. This is my limit. This is the only way I can take it. Though I thought a few times about what Karia would do and Mattia would do. All I can do is do what I can.

Then let's just say we do everything we can to that.

"We drag our enemies' margins. This army will kill the enemy army that did all it could. That's the best part. It's a lot better than dying."

Yes, as I said. I held the treasure sword with both hands in front of my right shoulder and took a step forward. At the same time, I found myself stepping out to allow some soldiers to follow me.

There was no such thing as no soldiers followed. Some of them were put on my word, apparently.

At the same time as the rest, the spread of self-loathing is about to strangle me. How many people do I have to kill, a human being named me? For a moment, only for a few moments, I lay my eyes down. Stick your dog's teeth hard against your lips.

The next time I looked up, I no longer saw anything but the enemy army ahead of me. Strange thing, I'm going to do something stupid now, but my head is strangely cut off.

It's easy to do. Just step forward, cut through the enemies, and at the end of the day, eat the iron with this body. That's just fine. Nothing regrettable was in my mind.

"I heard from the beginning that it was easy to die, but can I die to Master Rugis?"

Right next to me, a man with a spear said. I couldn't see my face, but I thought I'd smashed my throat somewhere. That's a ragged voice. I'm sure he drank down scattered liquor last night. That much money should have been given to soldiers going to the front line.

"I have no choice. That's much better. It's better than nothing."

With that said. I shook again and waved the blade. Purple lines and iron intertwine, and after a moment of bonding they end up with the result of iron being broken apart. As if the treasure sword were hissing in joy, it made its blade brilliant.

I saw massive amounts of blood bouncing off the crushed heads of enemy soldiers and applying makeup to the ground.

To tell the truth, the Virgin Matthia and Largud-Ann scattered that as heroes, that would be fine if they were on the battlefield.

- Your death is above all at stake. As heroes, be a symbol of everyone's morale.

I think Mattia did say something like that.

When it comes to honesty, it may be true. If the figurative hero on the battlefield dies, morale falls and the soldier's hips become weak. It would have the effect of raising morale, even if you are just raising your voice where you can see it.

But that's not the hero I know. I'm not the hero who scorched my chest and admired me.

Heroes are the ones who walk stronger than anyone else and are more enthusiastic than anyone else, and who can make decisions more easily than anyone else. Whether that's an analogy or a decision that puts your life on a scale.

Take another step forward. The speed was slightly faster.

"Master Rugis. Just one thing. I need a favor."

A ragged voice man, he said. The words he uttered seemed to worry about ease, but he still had a hard voice somewhere. No human being can speak up in a light tone when he wants to throw his life away from this. Even suicide applicants won't be that easy.

Nodding slightly and responding to the man, he listens. The man's ragged voice struck his ear through the darkness among the battlefields where the barbaric voice echoed.

"If Master Rugis and I are alive, let us be born. I was born a poor farmer. I'd like to try to be a little bit better."

Try to warp your cheeks, show your teeth, and laugh. To distract you in the battlefield, it's usually the soldiers who make the jokes. It is unusual for a person to speak when he says he has done so.

When I whispered to Mattia as much as I could, I speeded up my legs as I said so. It is no longer just a slow march, but a step toward forcing an assault on the enemy.

My heart jumps, my cheeks are crooked. What a fool, but it seems my breasts have gone crazy to get here. The circumstances around me don't tell me to die, and they even seem to be the best.

However, in it, the prayer of giving up does not sprout in the chest. Only one burning emotion was on my chest.

Oh, here's the coveted horizon. I haven't changed since I was a brave, adventurist and fool, as Kalia once told me.

- Come on, let's just say you're going to be a hero of the story. I admire it, and I'm in love with it. It's right there.

"From now on we will break through the center of the enemy and carry out an ambush from the front to the main enemy formation. When you die, after I die. I'll be the first to die. - Go, go, go!

Yes, I said, sounded barbaric instead of signals. Purple electricity strokes hollow, causing blood to drain. The Archdiocesan soldiers wandered slightly to the crest army, whose assault speed was clearly transformed.

Yeah, just a little. Just a little. If you think the enemy was unexpected, that's fine. If only we could break through the enemy formation as a result, devour it up to the main force, and then even summon the ambush.

Even if, at the end of the day, you become an unspeakable body.