A Wish to Grab Happiness

A squeaky voice echoes a room in the royal palace. That voice doesn't have colors like agitation or spare time, but rather a lean voice, like the emotions themselves have disappeared.

"Eldis, his life must be scattered on the battlefield. I repeat, definitely. No surrender, no petition."

A conductor salutes the sound of crawling through the bottom of the land of Largeas and immediately jumps out of the room. A finger like a wooden branch stroked a beard that grew on his chin.

Eldis, Princess of Elves, and beloved son of the Spirit.

It's troublesome, what a troublesome existence. Largear's eyes narrow as he overlaps his wrinkles.

Elf tradition, or should it no longer be called custom? It is not allowed, in principle, to execute their beloved children, who have greater protection than the Spirit. If you kill him, a wind of disaster blows, and when rainwater is poisoned and poured down, he is heard over and over again as a child.

What a silly legend. Of course, if you have the status of Finn, you can kill as many as you like.

But even so, Largeas could not have chosen the means.

His eyes look into his hands, engraved with multiple wrinkles. Much, there is a testament to the age. When it comes to elves called longevity, death is already visible today for Largeas. Precisely, the next few decades would be the limit.

So, only if it is. We cannot reverse the sentiments of the people in vain to transform Gaza, which has been purified and corrupted by this stagnation. Anyway, the task of repainting the guy called the custom from scratch awaits.

An old elf named Largeas understood very well that it was important to connect politics with emotions. On the one hand, they repaint customs, and on the other, they show respect for customs. By doing so, we should also embed the seeds of change in our people.

Oh, so. That niece needs to have her breath stopped on this battlefield today.

Death on the battlefield can be a tragedy. All you have to do is act like Finn, who can't protect his beloved niece and live in mourning. I didn't want to be hostile. But you had no choice but to create a place where your emotions would drop.

"Finn. The momentum of the attackers on the side roads is intense, and there is a danger that they will be broken through depending on time"

Without one knock in the office, the staff officer steps in. Largeas tolerated nothing wrong with that disrespectful act.

"It doesn't matter, just make him think about buying time. More importantly, don't slow down the assault in front of the main entrance. Step on the enemy's main unit without any loosening. So the battle is over."

At a time when the enemy was second-hand split, the policy was broken. Drop the defense team on the side of the side road to stone, advance the main unit and defeat the enemy army. That was the surest and least hassle, it seemed.

It will be a battle with time, but that's from the beginning. Yes, no respite of time has been made available to Largeas in this civil war from the outset. We need to strike down the enemy's neck quickly and decide whether to win or lose. The foolishness of a cage castle or something like that can never be taken.

"They decide the battle before the soldiers of the human kingdom arrive. Never let an interruption or other lengthy imitation take place along the way."

Now a country called Gaza has just undergone a change in its system. From now on, at last, we are on the way to formally connect the human country with national traffic. In the midst of all this, how can we let the country become extremely confused during the civil war and struggle with rebel opponents in addition? There is no way such a weak country can enter into reciprocal national traffic or anything like that. Instead, we must both break the rebels under one blow and show that they are a strong nation.

That was also the case in governing Gaza itself. What sits on Finn's throne hustles inside and out that he is a powerful ruler when he deserves to govern Gaza. This is a battle that will be a litmus test for Largeas. You can never make mistakes.

Therefore, there is no loosening in that hand. Without any hesitation, without a single respite, eagle the enemy's heart.

"What happened to the troops gathered in front of the castle gate? Have you issued a directive to assault more than behind your back?"

A small staff member nods and spouts his words out in the end.

"The decree has already been issued. But I don't see a response or how it works. There may be some kind of obstruction or enemy movement."

Hmm, and Largeas puts his hand around his neck.

Soldiers concentrated in front of the castle gate are supposed to operate as decision fights or auxiliary forces on the battlefield, so to speak. That they can't move, I can't reach them anywhere. It's hard to think of an accident or obstruction as a boulder.

Well, apparently, some of the enemies didn't just repeat the assault, either, did they?

"That's not good. If we can't stab a stop, we can buy time. Not really good."

The number of soldiers is overwhelmingly dominant on this side. In narrow streets, however, some antagonism was considered due to the circumstances. This battle should not be won in the end.

Overwhelmingly, we must put an end to it quickly. The longer it takes to do that, the more likely it is to allow enemy incursions on the side roads. The sword of the blades is not something that you can shake forever.

Troops are needed. Troops with momentum to prune enemy surpluses and engage and swallow allies.

After Largeas' fingers stroked his chin beard several times, he let his mouth open.

"Um, get him --- call Valianne"

Purple flashes through the streets in front of the Royal Palace, turning into battlefields.

Push the sticking spear downward, stick your arm out and crawl the blade to your neck. A blood splash covered my vision for a moment and dyed the world with blood. Apparently, the elves are no different from humans in that the blood is red.

Breathing disturbed, shoulders shaking. Fine lacerations, abrasions, and bruises are created to sew between arms.

It's not tasty, it's not good, it's never good. I understood that very well in my own head. Beside separating the enemy's neck from his torso, there was a thought in the corner of his head to calmly determine the situation.

Thoughts that could be described as cold were telling. That defeat is coming to an end with my hands on my back. From the heel, freezing chills that come in. From limbs to the cerebral cord, paralyzed despair dominates.

A battlefield on the streets that currently seems antagonistic, albeit at first glance, while creating a tragic situation. But this will soon be broken. Ultimately, the soldiers are more overwhelming over there. If you keep getting drunk by enemy momentum, that's it.

This is not a soldier with enough energy to push the momentum back. If there's hope, it's enough to keep sticking around here and hang troops on the side roads.

As such, there is another ingredient that is not advisable. That's when you're starting to see the bottom of your strength.

I saw an elf with a round shield on the front right. Try to make an ambush and leap your own legs and advance. The shield will slide the sword, let it slip away, then this one will be better. He snapped the elf's skull with a sword pattern over the top as he grabbed the sky.

When I gave him my gaze, the threat he kept looming without ever resting was stopped.

Perhaps the turmoil is considered to be devastating, and once the troops have been regrouped they will strike back. For the first time in a long time, I put on normal breathing, I felt that.

As soon as possible, his knees tremble like cramps and his shoulders rise and fall wide. I'm so thirsty that I think it's unusual. Seeking air and moisture, a large mouth opened unexpectedly.

This is it. Is it because you stood around like an idiot, or am I not strong enough? I've used up a lot of my health already. I can't do it anymore, I won't. Whether or not you can strike a blow during the next Squad Assault. I can't keep up the momentum I had earlier.

Only the humiliation of defeat and the reception of the Reaper can be given to those who have thus lost momentum on the battlefield.

Momentum. Momentum, I want it. Fortunately, this one has not yet reached such a devastating state of affairs that it will be slammed behind its back. If so, the situation will change if there is momentum here to cut and develop enemy forces.

--How far will Valianne's troops go?

It's a pitiful story, but Valianne's presence, diving in as a soldier of the enemy Largeas, is huge.

As long as she betrays her enemies at the stronghold and breaks their momentum and power, there can be a lot of victory rolling into this hand. I don't think there is too much else to ask for. Thirsty lips distorted and her throat swayed to mock herself.

Unexpectedly, numerous shadows began to be seen again in the frontal direction. Even though he still can't breathe, he still has enough enemy soldiers. Instead of regrouping the soldiers, they put a new unit in the front.

Eyes gaze and gaze. My eyelids blinked unexpectedly and wobbled.

What you see here is a flock named Threat in Silver Armor. Clear hostility and the savage voice of a fierce soldier who walks with a willingness to kill is surely directed against this one.

The hostility, once bathed. The intent to kill has already been directed.

Yes, into this country, Gaza, at the beginning.

That leaves the commander of that unit unchanged. An elf that enhanced eyesight and raised something called confidence all over the body. Valianne was there.