A Wish to Grab Happiness

A few moments after the battle began, in front of the Gallu Amalia Gate, there was a distorted breeze.

When the arrow rewards were combined several times and the breath of the crests and Gallu Amalia, both soldiers, was mixed. Gradually, the momentum of the guards formed over the Great Wall is weakened. The number of arrows that were flying across the sky goes visibly lower.

One, Virgin Mattia, causes the frown to rise as the crest soldiers morale and strengthen their voices at that appearance. Oh, my God, it's too natural. Funny way to put it, by the time it was unnatural, the momentum had weakened.

For the soldiers of Galuamaria, this raid should have been unexpected. If so, Mattia's thought was that the resistance would be strong enough to rebel, or that the tide should collapse away to pull. Such a natural, step-by-step collapse was unexpected.

Of course, the battlefield is a changing thing. Neither does Mattia think that everything can be measured by a little girl like herself anymore. Something unexpected happens naturally. Plus, I'm just gonna hit it today. Just because it was unnatural, you don't have to force it.

The next sight, however, exceeded Mattia's imagination even more. In Mattia's ear, I hear the sorcerer grinning in the dark.

- Gooooooooo.

It's an old-fashioned sound. The sound of iron swinging and wooden parts hovering. Something big, rubbing, that noise.

Mattia isn't the only one. The eyes of the crest Christian soldiers, the accompanying Largud-Ann, and the fialert flashed open. That's out of amazement and confusion. In going out on the battlefield, we assumed many occasions, but neither could we assume such occasions.

That big mouth should open up after many processes. That strong guardian shouldn't be the one who breaks his knee with a spear stab. But, indeed, there was that sight in front of Mattia.

The Great Gate of Gallu Amalia opens its mouth and tries to bring the crests into the city.

A distorted wind is blowing around.

"Virgin Mattia, how, will you be. Possibilities include several muscles. Of course, you can think of a line between the city's people."

Words from Ann finally paid off the unpleasant air that drifted around me. Her words are somewhere too, and I'm skeptical of the current situation. Even she probably, such a move must have been outside of her assumptions.

Mattia gently narrows her eyes as she leaks a sigh of sigh so her surroundings don't know.

Choose the words, and Mattia carries on the words so that the soldiers do not fall into strange panic.

"Everybody breathe deeply three degrees. I'll take time for one wind to go off."

Even Anne, who originally holds calm at its core, has a slight upset in her eyes. If so, the agitation and perplexity of the soldiers, who had previously been caught up in the fanaticism of battle, would go on top of it.

Mattia stroked her mouth with her tongue and bit her teeth so that no one could hear her. An uncontrollable rage scatters through the air.

- It's set in a trap. I'm going to trap this one like a stupid bird.

Of course, the possibility of the work of the crests lurking in the city is not abandoned. No, but the movement is thin for that. If so, Mattia stares at her eyes when there should be some kind of signal or action on this side.

Only the black-covered sky and the daimon opened without making any noise can be seen in sight. Something like movement, I can't see.

If so, the enemy trap still. The line is too large. Rather, that's the main line.

The correct answer to the current situation is to choose to withdraw here. No fool steps himself into the beast's nest. From the beginning, the plan is just to hit it off today. There's nothing wrong with retreating.

But. Mattia snaps her chewed teeth and makes a noise.

What set this trap is too mean. I have a good understanding of this situation and the few options available.

of the crests, most important in the rebellion of the weak of the forces. What you need to climb the feet of the mighty man and choke his neck, it's more windy than behind him. Something that pushes up the weak and holds back their steps. What is commonly called momentum is essential.

Especially now I have myself here. I am honored by the Virgin and I am said to be. Mattia breathes and assembles words in her head within a few moments.

The wind rang loudly to tell us where it was going.

"All hands, set up a shield and prepare to enter. Our path has been set. We all scaffold the remains of our compatriots, and prepare to sip the blood of our wretched enemies and moisten their throats."

The word implies a decisive assault. No one tries to rebel against that word. Everyone believed the Virgin's words to be absolute and grabbed their own spears and shields.

Virgin Mattia understands her situation very well. I do not have a strong ground like a nobleman, nor am I a blood muscle of a historic crest. Literally, there is no one back shield.

It depends on her own talent and charisma for that Mattia to be seated in the position of Virgin. In other words, Mattia had to make the Christians believe not only in the crest teachings themselves, but also in Mattia's power.

Mattia is therefore not allowed to withdraw in advance of the opportunity. You have to be a grand hero, even trapping and crushing. That was put on the shoulder of a girl named Mattia, a great expectation. I held that little shoulder under so much pressure as a grip.

Oh, I know it's a trap. That poor brain understands everything. But the soldiers are not. I have to see this as a clear opportunity and so. Then Mattia must live up to that expectation.

Expectations of a robust Gallu Amalia falling overnight. Keep delivering results that exceed even that. Mattia understood that was the mission carried by the Virgin.

If that is not possible, the status of the Virgin among the crests will be dissolved. Nothing. Not all of the crests are comfortable with the existence of the Virgin. If you can't get results, that's where it ends.

But once the symbolic Virgin is dead, the crest will no longer be able to retain its momentum. Everything is a blister of dreams. Everything disappears. That's all, that's all I can't accept.

Mattia grips the spear as strong and arouses herself. Thus, he ran a white flash again from the tip of his ear.

It's wolf smoke. Proof of readiness.

For Fialert, the march was something that I could not comprehend much.

For her to believe that everything can be plotted out in knowledge and intelligence, extra.

That great castle gate was opened, an indisputable trap. Something that must be plotting to attract the crests, surround them in their mouths, and bite them off.

Even so, they start to move on with their legs.

"... sane, you must know. That's a trap. I know someone who can do something grandiose, like that, to the Guards. Though I don't know how I can handle this so quickly."

Yes, I am. It is true that the opening of the castle gate itself is not a measure that can be taken quickly by ordinary people. Even if he knew its usefulness, he wanted to lurk deep in the gates of a safe castle for fear of failure.

But Fialert knows. There are people in the guard corps who can choose such measures as danger and neighborhood and who will be transferred to execution.

Of course, if this is a lot of people, that would be a failure. Lightly becomes a lower measure.

But as a matter of fact, this one is definitely a handful everywhere. The other person understands that much and makes this choice. Will there be others who can identify it during the Dark Night raids and judge that this is the right answer?

Fialert said so, plainly putting the upset to words and whispering.

No longer can a group of crests be stopped from speaking any language. That's a bunch of beasts I can only look forward to anymore. Keep moving forward, even if you know it's the progression of death.

Therefore, tell her to gently touch only the Virgin's ear. Mattia answered, as if she understood everything that was said.

"Yeah, everything. But you don't understand. Abominably, the world is not yet all divisible by intelligence. Sometimes you have to be ready for this chest, be brave in your arms, and raise your expectations on your back."

Black eyes flashed in the dark night. On the side of Mattia, I don't see any appearance of fear or impatience. Just even, the slit long eyes were shining.

I wonder what that means. Mattia's words were too puzzling for a fialert.

Of course, I once tried not to transform this world itself with myself. But that is only what was put on top of knowledge and wisdom.

I will never understand everything as a trap in this way and go into the depths of hell myself. That's an overly stupid choice.

But she said that Mattia would move on. He said there are some things in this world that are inseparable in intelligence about everything.

Then, behind the brain of the fialert, a figure of Rugis emerges.

Yeah, speaking of which, so did he. One act in that underground temple, very difficult to say how it behaves on top of intelligence. But he chose that option, too.

Fialert didn't tell Mattia anything anymore. There's only one thing I changed. I just followed that back. Hopefully, there may be something in it that will lead to his understanding.