A Wish to Grab Happiness

On that day, Fiale-La Borgograd was troubled not by unusual thoughts, but by abnormal heat in his heart.

Sole pulses so strongly that she has never felt it in her life, and her heart beats so fast.

Normally, this organ exists, but it does not insist on its existence. If you listen, you can feel the sound of your heart quietly.

However, since the day the firing alert became the heart of the dragon, I have continued to feel a dark discordance in my chest.

Only the heart insisted strongly on its existence, but it was embossed from the body.

Of me, Sole is not the only one.

The firing alarm is even feeling empty in her body.

"Ah, come on."

Without knowing, my neck is sweating. Dead snow is still pouring down, and it is the cold wind that hits the cheeks. Only the firing alert felt the fever coming from the body.

This calorie, which is increasing day by day, has not lost momentum when it returns to King Garrison's capital. Perhaps my heart would still burn out by spraying fire.

Nevertheless, that's why I can't keep sleeping.

It's a shame that a magician can't control a single abnormality in his body. Only such shyness and affection arouses firing alerts.

--In fact, the true identity of the heat was known.

Though temporarily, the firing alert was transformed into a circulator that carried magic into a shell called the Great Demon Vrigant.

Dragon magic. It is a genuine demon that is incomparable to humans and the demons of the Beast tribe. The firing alert exposed the whole body to immiscible magic.

My body still remembers the feeling. The heart was covered in dragon magic. At least it's not human anymore. I had a solid instinct.

The body exhales unusual heat because it must adapt to its heart.

It fits the heart of the dragon's magic, and the body emits as much magic as possible as a suitable shell. The dissipation of magic independent of the surgical technique made the firing brain melt the body.

But it's not just firing alerts that are undergoing amazing transformations. Lugis is one of them that she is searching for at her usual pace now.

From the day I carried the role of Marshal on my shoulder. No, from the time I heard the name Hert-Stanley, only gold appeared in his eyes.

I spent the whole day preparing for the battle to get under him. I couldn't stand the firing alert.

She also knows the existence of gold named Hert-Stanley. It is a lie to say that I had no place to think of his name.

However, Lugis was unusual. It's as if you're raising love and hatred from your whole body.

The firing alert even remembered jealousy. The emotions were hotter than the heart.

I wish you could point all your thoughts at yourself. No matter what it is, whether it is love or hatred, I accept it. We found that the higher the fever, the faster the thinking accelerates.

Accelerated thoughts take Lugis away to a level beyond his control. The current firing alert might have delighted him, even if he had his neck tightened with his hands.

"... you're in such a good mood, you. It would be reckless if it was too rude."

At the entrance of the spacious conversation room, Carlia opened her eyes and received a firing alert.

"Better than alone. All the time."

The firing alert stroked his chest down and thought it was still here.

Caria means there's Lugis. No, the order is the opposite. If Lugis were here, Carlia would be there.

Nevertheless, firing alerts were treated similarly from the surrounding area.

"--I wonder how far the cathedral will go. I think it would be a better idea to have a high-end view."

Rugis was there.

He is wearing civilian clothes that are not uncommon military uniforms while rolling his chewing cigarettes in the center of the conversation room.

The chat room in the Mansion where Rugis was given by the Queen is now a kind of salon.

There was plenty of room for even a dozen people to enter the room, and the sofa and table were full because they were designed to be relaxed.

It's a good place to gather and talk, even if we can't talk.

Recently, this salon has become a meeting place for Lugis - and his faction of humans - to interact.

Needless to say, Carlia and Eldis stood by Lugis as mercenary captain Vestaline-Guerra claimed to be a sidekick, and now he doesn't show his face, but Bruder and Ann often do.

But it was Richard, who was his mentor, who was now looking at Rugis from the front.

There is still a vivid light peeking out of his eyes, as if he had lost one arm and lost the power of previous years.

"Coming. - If you want to lead the army against Zebrelilis, head north. They're definitely heading south. Neither the ancestor nor the pope is a war-tolerant man. Protector Brackenberry cannot move with their amulets. But there's Valerie."

Richard looked somewhere far away, not in front of him.

It's not an old man's nostalgic eyes, it's an old man's mind running around.

"He's not good at war. I can't afford to lose if I'm just in command. But he will win even if he loses in command. It's like an army alone. If you put your hands and feet on the concept of the army, you become a Valerie. I bet you saw it in the burial cell."

"Oh, that was terrible. I thought you weren't human. I have no hesitation in coming in."

"Besides, the cathedrals aren't swallowing either. That's why I kept killing you for being a Magus. The cathedral tells us that we are the saviors of mankind. I'm looking for a chance to get it back."

This is why Lugis grabs the teacher's words.

"If we remain seated in King's Landing, the Great Devil Zebrellis will keep moving forward without stopping. Even if we win, we will be devoured and half dead. I said," If you go out front, the cathedral will catch you on the flank. "

"- That's right, Marshal. We look forward to a brilliant harvest."

It was Richard's lieutenant, Namar, who told Rugis to guess. Looking at Richard's relationship alone, Rugis and I are brothers and sisters. She seems to think that she is completely uncomfortable.

"... I don't know what to do with Zebrellis in the first place."

A hot firing call to Lugis was just the end of the conversation.

Don't hesitate to sit next to Lugis.

"Fialert. You have a fever. You're in a boulder."

"--You and I, you left the bedroom on your own when we woke up. Which is worse?

For a moment, his expression was greatly distorted, but after a moment of silence, Rugis accepted the firing alert. Her black eyes didn't say much.

In the first place, let the firing alert say a sympathy for the heat while pushing it to the bedroom. Instead of doing anything, he leaves the room the moment he let go of his consciousness with a moment of alarm. He is too harsh.

Aren't you a fool to worry about the smell of sweat?

"... well, firing alerts are right. I think it's Zebrellis first. I'll hit you. If we don't do something about it, we'll just die."

"What do you mean, hit me? I'd like to hear more about it."

Namar told Lugis to threaten him with chewing tobacco on his lips. After all, all my brothers and disciples worried about my mentor, but I didn't seem to like it.

"Zebrellis is a moving fortress. It's huge enough to wear heaven. Human beings aren't the kind of people an army can deal with. Natural disasters themselves. I'd appreciate it if you told me it was a real disaster."

But that's not going to happen. That fortress giant beast is still marching toward the Garrison Kingdom at this time. While devouring the earth, people, and demons.

"--Use a dragon. Disasters can be made into disasters. I already have the transcript. Grandpa, you're still on the front lines. Or are you already retiring?

Rugis stood up slowly, supporting the fluttering firing alert.

His eyes are shining light, just as everything is fixed, staring at the old general.

"Don't worry. Pulling backwards is a luxury after death."

Richard said to laugh spirally. More than the teacher's, his eyes have dazzling colors.

Neither ambition nor will have faded. It is always this time for him to thrive.