A Wish to Grab Happiness

Varianne's eyes blink and her legs step out like crazy looking for the front line of the battlefield. A barbaric voice with the enemy was intertwined, drawing a line reminiscent of silver light and purple electricity. The joining of mutually murderous weapons that make a roar. Besides thoughts, the pressure on one's own arm is strong.

This was not the first time I had ever faced a green hero named Rugis, the one in front of me. but this is the first time I've exchanged swords. For Valianne, he was so hard to represent his emotions.

Soon I got into the princess's heart and figured it out, hatred. I opened up the princess's will and gave her courage, thanks. Whatever, it's hard to say. I may not have even officially exchanged words, if I think about it.

A silver sword wielded with both hands to rebuild the intermission and take the flank of Rugis is inhibited by purple light. Return your wrists as quickly as you can and wave your sword if you don't slash your knees, shoulder muscles, wrists and each. None of that was inhibited by the purple sword and did not seriously decide his body, but it is also a matter of time.

You can tell by the tremor on that shoulder. You can tell by the swing of that knee. He doesn't have enough strength left to cut this one off anymore. Exquisite, slight movement would be the limit to forming a sword trident.

After the number fits. In a few matches, this temporary battle ends. Varianne's intuition as a warrior felt it.

Every time I cross my sword, I can see his, Rugis' eyes piercing me. It's people's gaze. of a person who let his emotions roll, gaze.

I rarely understand my changes from myself. Understand the change through the gaze of others. Sometimes it can be love, contempt, and hatred. And the human gaze in front of you, that's it. That is, the color of the eyes that see the traitor.

Even so, they call me a traitor, naturally. Skip the corner bubble and curse. If anyone takes a pen for future generations, write as many as you like. So I don't mind at all, if you like, Valianne pointed her lips.

Furthermore, it is integrated. Even though Rugis' shoulder was slightly ironed, he was forced to flank and jump the murder weapon. I can see his knees shaking and his eyes opened.

Varianne's troops were initially ordered to stand by in case of an emergency. But in the meantime, I understand the battlefield, even though it is far away, just the information on the battlefield that I gather using my men, the propaganda that I can give from all around me, even if I don't like it.

That is, the princess's flag has lost its color and is no longer even about to fall. The stigma of defeat is not the only thing given as a result. Even that life is about to be taken.

Valianne can't say she's sensitive to the battlefield. I understand that only a small part of my knowledge is available on the battlefield. That's why I was beginning to wonder what I could do in this situation.

How effective would it be if you and your troops had betrayed them and stuck their fangs in their guts? I don't know. If we end up in such a disadvantageous situation, does that no longer mean anything? That, above all, sucks. This is the worst we can imagine.

So, if there is. If so. We have to take a better option. I don't care about this. Everything is to save the princess. You must take away any action you can as a loyalist, even by wearing your hands and feet.

Yes, there was a voice in Valianne's ear that was beginning to lose the equilibrium of her heart that could also be described as more help than heaven.

Nobody, squatting, of the culprit hunting down the princess, voice.

"Valianne... I know that deep down in your chest, you weigh your loyalty to once upon a time"

The words were, naturally, piled up before Varianne.

I see. I understand everything. So this body was being danced over Largeas' hand. Varianne felt the bitter slip over her tongue. How refreshing it would be to jump his, Finn's neck here.

But no. The sword of the guard, who refrained before and after, caught the slightly ringing sound of his ears. If you move now, as soon as you do, your neck will sever your torso and cheek on the floor.

"Faithfully honorable, that's quite a thing. But the path to honor is really narrow."

Initially, Valianne couldn't grasp the meaning of the old elf's zero words from his mouth. I wonder what you want to tell them. If you're going to dispose of it as a traitor, you should be early.

His cheeks, wrinkled as if they were in them, sway.

"I often buy your abilities, Valianne. Well, here's one thing. Why don't you sell me that soul?"

Words suggesting betrayal. To put it badly, a word that belittles Valianne's loyalty.

But even before the words, Valianne's comfort was mild. There is no time to get lost, and the lips utter words.

"Finn Largeas. What a waste of words for a non-talented person. But that my loyalty to the princess remains the same even before the Spirit. If you want this life, I'll give it to you. But I can't give you my soul."

I didn't kneel, I stared into those eyes, I said. Just like it doesn't matter if this is the last word of my life. Loyalty, loyalty.

Varianne is unthinkable, such as losing them. I've lived with that only in my chest since I was a child. That's all I have. Other than that, I don't know how to use my life.

Largeath's reaction to hearing the words was quite different from what Varianne thought. I say, not exasperated or discouraged, but quietly accepting, as if to forgive this one.

"I don't mind if it's good. I think that's it. But I wonder if loyalty means saving the life of your lord in front of you."

I thought Valianne heard her heart bounce. Because I thought I understood what the old elf in front of me was trying to impose on me.

"As I said, the path to honor is narrow and steep. Sometimes you wear mud and you have a way to protect your master. Come on, go on, Valianne. If you're on the front line, Princess, I'll save your life."

The word binds his soul to Valianne's ear. Sticking out thorns like a tsu, hurting herself as well.

Furthermore, it is integrated. I wonder where he is and where he still has the strength. While Rugis' body flutters like he lost a hoop, the gripped purple light is shaking to try to protect his flesh.

But that's it, too.

It is not a blow to disrupt the enemy. Undisputed, I will not let my body break and despair, but I will wave my sword from the upper level for it. Silver glow lined up, breaking the space.

Betrayer and curse. Call me a treacherous man. But this is the only way I could show loyalty. Varianne's eyes swayed for a moment, instantly.

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The shield and the purple that had been holding back the sword so far could not withstand the impending shock many times, and it was bounced. There's nothing left to protect him from now on.

If your own troops carry out assaults all over you, there is no force in this country to resist. If he, Rugis, were to die and tear the troops on the front line like silk, the battlefield would be over.

What will the princess say to my deeds? That was the only thing Valianne held in her chest. Therefore, for a moment, the reaction to the words that resonated in its ears is delayed.

"Shoot him!

That, I heard a voice from the back of the battlefield that sounded like it would tear the sky apart, just when the sword was brilliant in the sky.