A Wish to Grab Happiness

Back length as much as a child. Thin hands and legs. But they called it Gileno, which had an ugly appearance far from man, and the hand and leg of the beast. Meaning, crude beast.

They always move in the flock. It's the business to attack the Fae and eat it. Only condensed violent appetite and appetite were their existential significance.

Whatever, they are the end of the animals whose souls have turned into demons?

Some scholars said that the remains of young, dead children had moved again, but it was not widely accepted.

Those are enough threats for pedestrians, and if you encounter them alone with an adventurer, you get a glimpse of death on your eyelids. Once the numbers were in place, they even attacked villages and cities.

But from a group of heavily equipped soldiers, it's not a big threat. It was close to small animals jumping into the river themselves to repeat their rampage in disorder, which could be termed a death assault.

Now again, the skull, no longer known as a man or a beast, splashes in front of the spear, crushing it with strange screams. That made the soldiers equally uncomfortable. From then on, as if the progression is repeated, it will taste pioneering even while on the battlefield. It even seemed that Gileno himself no longer wanted death.

While Bernard was next to his horse as Salenio's squire, he no longer had an eye for the death of the Warcraft. I was thinking of something else.

That is the main question of what Salenio is thinking.

The crest Virgin Largud-Ann, that is how Tersarat-Rwana, the messenger of Elizardo. I know exactly what they think and talk about. I'd say the logic goes through. That's why, unnecessarily, my husband Salenio's thoughts could not be read.

It would be nice if you took the suggestion. Sure, it's possible that the story itself is a trap, but at that time, we'll just have a thorough fight from the front as originally planned.

But if this is the true proposition, Salenio can be intact and have direct jurisdiction east of the Great Augus River.

If we were to occupy the city of Philos without harming any of our troops, Virgin Mattia and hero Rugis wouldn't be able to stop listening to us. Rather, negotiations should proceed more smoothly.

Then the crest teachings will be safely divided into two parts, a bi-headed system of Virgin and Presbyterian.

Bernard thought that was the best. I know that Salenio has the idea that the two opposing forces should not be within the same organisation. Then we should split up the organization.

If we can cooperate at times, hand in hand and do it if we have to confront each other. Isn't that a good thing?

Bernard saw the side of Saleinio on the horse. The wrinkled face looks slightly ahead of the warped battlefield.

Bernard followed his gaze. The Herd of Warcraft is gradually in collapse, and victory will soon roll into hand.

But it wasn't exactly that that was ahead of Salenio's gaze. Ahead, in a slightly moving forest.

Bernard looked out for his eyes. The agitation runs through the blood. A soldier-like presence was crawling through the woods. For a moment I thought it was a reinforcement of the Warcraft, but it's not. Warcraft doesn't show any more neat movement than that.

- Therefore, it was precisely the flock of human beings who fled and moved through the forest.

Horizontal belly of the crest army, whose formations were supposed to collapse at the forefront as a result of chasing the warcraft around. Clearly hit the weak end, and it came. Soldier-specific barbarism overshadows the battlefield.

Probably a bandit. No horses. But the neat march is oddly fast. By the time this formation runs out, you'll be eating up on the flank.

Salenio had already moved before Bernard could reach Salenio. Shake the commander's wand and stand tall around him.

I trembled as the wind responded to my voice.

"Don't go after the Warcraft!... All soldiers, hold your spears!

A commanding soldier goes to the word, and the whole thing shakes.

I suppose we should, in fact, rebuild the formation with retrogression. But Salenio stopped the idea early.

Several soldiers who have already floated have been smashed into enemy battle axes. If we order them to retreat now, their feet will no longer stop.

Once he turned his back and fled, it was human beings who would be stuck in vivid fear and unable to even look forward.

Then it would be much better to prepare for the damage but let them keep their legs. I was instructed to make that decision. Immediately, Salenio struck his tongue. Bernard also looks out for his eyes.

"Dear Saleinio... this is"

Nature and Bernard said so. Until now, on the battlefield, there has never been an imitation like Bernard's suggestion to Salenio.

But I can't say the same with the sight poked in front of me.

That bandit who came running out of the woods with a loud voice - no, Bernard thinks the decision was a mistake.

They are skillfully eating up on the flank, poking and crumbling this line of soldiers. Obviously they could have fought for it.

That can't be a bandit or something.

Number one, how many bandits are attacking a fully equipped soldier, even though they were in battle with the Warcraft? Whether you're looking for supplies or a night raid, it's better.

But if you are not a bandit, what is that?

To be honest, Bernard couldn't afford to just think about it. Cold sweat covers his spine and his throat swallows many times.

The solidified brain only exalted that this is a crisis. Troops are definitely up here. If we can wrap it up, we can win. That might also be possible if the soldiers regained calm and hit it from the front against an ambush.

But there was an equal chance that all soldiers would collapse as they did. I can't possibly take such a risk. In case you lose, this one loses Salenio, the spindle, and it's all over.

A soldier from the preaching comes running over. That's how I said it out loud.

"Enemy soldiers, you're hiding reinforcements! I have an early horse for you, leave immediately!

Following the words of Bernard and his commanding officer, Saleinio said after a brief tour. The tooth, which had been used up for a long time, had raised a blur.

"- Retreat! The soldiers on the front line put up their spears and maintain the line, start retreating from the rear row!

Cut off some soldiers and miss the majority in the meantime. It was one of the decisions made by the defeated side on the battlefield. What happened. The soldiers still did not understand, so they had to think and obey the orders given to them by their superiors.

Certainly, the military is perhaps the furthest thing from the doctrine of the crest. You are not allowed to think for yourself, and act as if everything above is. It is not very compatible with the crest teachings that make it one of the doctrines to gain knowledge and to think and understand for oneself.

But it's true that the military doesn't function if it does. The crest soldiers obeyed that order because they knew it.

"Master Saleinio, please take your escort with you as soon as possible. No one can replace Master Salenio."

Bernard also pulls out his hip-long sword and speaks out as he moves forward. The sword is designed to make it easier for the blade itself to wave and leave scratches on enemies. It was more of a sword to kill people.

How did this happen? The cause can still be investigated later. Now we have to do what we have to do.

Silver brilliance falls inside the battlefield. When he saw how Bernard was doing, Salenio sighed. It was then that Saleinio finally realized from the bottom of his heart that he was old.

"... don't die, Bernard. Nothing has yet begun. Even when the curtain opens."

"Yes, never. Be sure to see Master Salenio alive again."

Bernard sets his foot on the front line trying to make him jump long. The brown skin appeared well in the dead snow.

At first they bought that long physique, and then they bought sword arms. Only at times was he bought his character and obedience to doctrine, and given his present status.

Bernard thinks he was lucky. In the village where he was born, he was smothered with exotic blood and was not treated like a human being. No matter how hard you work, it's just a close treatment to livestock and foreign objects.

Only a man named Salenio showed me the way to a man who had no choice but to be a mercenary to live as a human being.

Without the crest doctrine, Bernard would never have known the letters. He must have died without even knowing the word knowledge and without knowing what it meant to live on some battlefield.

If so, I wouldn't mind dying here. Death here is a meaningful death. Death in the protection of the Lord you serve.

Much better than being persecuted, stone-throwed and dying without meaning. What luck.

Bernard runs forward. That's how I saw the battle axe and the spear-wielding enemy and finally understood who they were.

The way you wave your sword, that's how you look. After all, they are not bandits or anything, they are mercenaries. That too, to see the quality of the equipment, perhaps a Berfein mercenary.

Bernard narrows his gaze. The thought that was solidifying in his skull was finally beginning to ice melt and mix with blood.

Mercenaries are hired for some purpose. It also means that Berfein mercenaries attack crest soldiers, which makes sense.

Thus the Berfein mercenaries are the unmistakable affirmers of the hero Rugis.

Before Bernard's eyes, a familiar armor was visible. Who leads the mercenaries. Its ambition to gently wield a long battle axe and smash the heads of the soldiers.

You can't even look at it wrong. Princess Iron and Steel of Belfein. Even before becoming a crest conferred presence, Bernard knew of her presence in negotiations with the mercenaries.

A steel helmet shifts his gaze towards Bernard, who often stands out. For a moment I said it like a pattern of old knowledge.

"Oh, were you there, too? Goodbye, then. You know how to learn battlefield."

An axe of war is waved with the spectacular sound of slashing the sky. Without any hesitation, the cutting edge blade itself swung down to become a mass of intent to kill and jump Bernard's neck.

Moments, the sound of iron chewing iron rings.

"A coward who knows better shame than battlefield. Forget the pride of queuing from the front."

Battle axe and wavy blade. The two irons eat each other and make a roar. Such is no longer a beautiful act.

If there was a warrior on this battlefield, it was definitely referring to these two.

One in, two in, three in. In that way the reward of a vivid intent to kill is repeated countless times no longer. If one blade draws a beautiful line, the side of the encounter deflects and suppresses the orbit.

At this time, the mercenaries' march was stopping the steps. The bite between the long steel princess and Bernard was now everything on this battlefield.

Bernard did his part at all. Prevent enemies from escaping their masters with their own hands. That was certainly accomplished.

On the other hand, the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu-Guerla had also faithfully executed the lives she had received and fulfilled her role.

Unexpectedly, the sound of iron and iron meshing. Vestalinu's battle axe pulled Bernard's blade apart.

"I don't mean it with me. but I don't want you to tell me you targeted the Commander's absence."

I was looking forward to the appearance of a crest instructor whose eyes were for a moment far from the battlefield and were beginning to retreat.

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Salenio was running his own horse and running towards the main unit with a slight escort. The pull of the reins hardens, and wrinkles run between the eyebrows.

Thoughts like that are still stronger in the chest than upsets. That is how I was angry at my impudence.

Largd-Ann. That heretic child. The fanatics of the Virgin could not have abandoned their faith so easily. Then naturally he comes crawling over to kill this one.

That's also with a smile on his face. Oh, people get murderers with a smile.

Even though he had come to that point, Salenio was outraged at himself for not being sure and retaining his judgment.

Isn't this my well-to-do hand? They stare at their thoughts and then push them into irrevocable places within them.

But I survived this time.

Saleinio decides his mind as he hears the sound of the horse honking his hooves. There was no stray at all. It is no longer a poisonous thing to deal with. No one who uses poison loves the poison itself. Then we'll have to dispose of it.

We are a long way from the front line and soon we will see the main formation. Using the soldiers who were waiting there, some of the soldiers on the front line would be able to save them.

Yes, it was when Salenio let his mind pass. One of the soldiers who was with the escort stops the horse screaming something. He was a commanding soldier who brought an early horse to Salenio.

Then the soldiers of the other guards pulled the reins and stopped the horse. Salenio also turns his face to the soldier a moment late.

Now, do you think the other soldiers were on the ground? The moment I thought so.

- Thin silver was piercing the cheeks and skulls of Salenio and the escorts.

A brown hair came out of the conductor's helmet.

"It's an unpleasant role, really. Well, give it up that you were unlucky. That's what life is like."