A Wish to Grab Happiness

When the sun opened its eyes and let the hollow glow.

The assembled elf soldiers stepped forward with fright and bravery. I try to lurk my breath through the city of Gaza, and I try to increase my willingness to kill somewhere on the other side of my mind.

Will the total number count hundreds? The elves are all armed and equipped with bows and spears in their hands.

From here on out, they go to battlefield. Tailor Gaza here to the stage of battlefield. They move on to create a tragedy called battlefield with their hands.

No longer can that be stopped by anyone. Some hold in their hearts a new fin, a rebellion against the rule of Largeas, and some place their allegiance to the princess Erdis, whom they said to the Lord, at the core of their bodies, and hold the spear firmly with the goo.

And each of the famous men of the elves shall bring forth his soldiers, and shall rendezvous, and shall be a great river unto the LORD. The flow, with intensity and definite direction, floods out.

There was a long, insanely long peace. Ideal home, unrelated to war. Nothing changed, but there was happiness that I could enjoy as I was. Its long-lasting happiness breaks apart today at this time.

Ahead of the collapse the aerial gardens of Gaza, with their own Lord, kept still creepy silence.

"Are you gathering soldiers around the royal palace and in front of the castle gate? Fine. The other side seems to be ready for the stage."

I put the report from Erdis in my ear and nodded aloud. The placement of enemy soldiers is not quite the same as the shape we had assumed. Bite the ends of your lips with your teeth.

When this happens, Largear, the enemy's aim will undoubtedly be to sandwich. Concentrating soldiers in front of the castle gate prevents them from leaving gently, while taking the step of letting soldiers in front of the castle gate poke behind them if this one advances directly to the royal palace.

The Royal Palace is at the northern end of Gaza and the castle gate is at the southern end. Like a plan to open your mouth just wide and chew us up with your upper and lower teeth?

Naturally, if we can keep that plan going, we don't have a chance.

It's just soldiers who think they're anxious about their level of practice. If you get pinched and float, you'll have a fight at that point.

So, only if it is. How this one harasses becomes more important. Do not kill this advantage and strangle the other advantage. Who taught you this?

The opponent's advantages are ground interest and troop numbers, and time. As long as they buy time, Garrist soldiers who will soon come will help. That is undoubtedly a factor that determines the trend of the battle. Therefore, the Garrison soldier must scratch Largeas' neck before he arrives.

A lot of good for the enemy at all.

How about this one? The enemy is very advantageous, so we can predict to some extent how to get it out. And later, as a soldier in the royal palace, he's entering Largeas' belly, about Valianne's presence? It gets very tough when this place is cut off. For God's sake, mess up that belly.

But why, when am I acting like a captain? The infantrymen who are expertly driven out by the avant-garde look good on him. Threads bend when your head twirls into unfamiliar roles, and your belly trembles. The fright that flooded around the pigeon tail seemed to lift his throat.

"Elf celebrities said they wouldn't lose if they collided from the front."

Eldis shrugged beside her as she blinked at me thinking about it. Shoulder to shoulder, responding.

"In front of my lord, no one and he try to stretch their shadows. Good and five minutes, otherwise don't push down."

Peace, for example, is the most poisonous thing that corrupts a soldier. If something like that had been entangled for hundreds of years, the degree of practice would undoubtedly drop. Even if they were continuing their indispensable training. That's the same thing, though, when you become a soldier of famous, so to speak, aristocratic children, you can't expect extra skill.

A battlefield is not a place of continuation in this world. It's no longer the devil's world, that is.

When you first stand on the spot, first everyone definitely loses sight of the role. I don't know what to do, why I'm here. What's going on? Many die without understanding it.

Where a child rat becomes a dragon and a dragon becomes a child rat. My arm stands up in the middle of nowhere, and everything like that works. That's the kind of place that's peculiar, that one.

When I say and make him listen, Erdis says, not staring at this face, peeking in from the bottom.

"You say it as if you've seen it well. You've been on the battlefield so many times."

It was more like a voice driven by curiosity than by skepticism. Unexpectedly, it raises an eyebrow. I rolled the words as I gently wet my lips.

"Oh, the battlefield comes from the other side, whether you want it or not."

Especially for ordinary people like me. Adding that, somewhere Eldis looked amused and held up his cheek.

"Whatever you don't want, I see. Well, congratulations this time, I guess I should say so."

What, and the blue eye I saw before I said that already caught my eye. Oddly enough, we got closer to each other. Though there has been no significant change in Eldis in the sense of expression, the brilliant light behind his eyes shows an indisputable joyful color.

- Congratulations. This time, you're the one who took the battlefield. The owner of the battlefield is not me or Largear. It's you, Rugis. "

What a delightful congratulation.

Oh, no, but right. I see, the words finally fell to my heart.

Why am I twisting my head around not about the battlefield, feeling like I'm ripping myself apart and imitating the captain?

That's because this is the battlefield I pulled and overflowed from this body. Because I rocked the battlefield for me by tearing up peace on this land called Gaza.

My spine feels cold. He exhaled a deep, very deep breath so as to remove it from the deepest part of his gut.

"Thank you, I wonder if I should return it that way, princess. I don't know where I can remember that irony."

"Come on, when it comes to teaching me weird things here, I think there's only one."

I'm going to admire the mouth that goes around so often. The habit of royalty, and is that what it is?

From the window of the tower you can see a different view of Gaza. At first glance, it's terribly quiet. But there was something unusually cold in the air, like a stranded spot.

The battlefield is coming here. To rescue the princess, the Lord, and to disturb peace in Gaza.

"Princess, first of all, is it okay that the matter I asked for, including the details, is fine?"

"Oh, I told you. But I doubt it. - What do you use that wine for?

That being said, he unwittingly loosened his cheek to Eldis, who leaned his neck strangely.

"What, I know someone who likes wine. I've known him a lot since I was traveling."