A Wish to Grab Happiness

"No, no, no, no, no. If we get on the front line, we lose, this fight."

Kalia's long sword brilliantly draws a line and mutilates the belly of the elf in front of him. Blood splashes all around him, blood licks down the street.

While wiping the blood on his cheek, Kalia's gaze was no longer a collapsed enemy soldier, but turned to Mattia. Collected Knights of the Crest, to their commander, Mattia.

"... but we are only passenger generals. You can't go disrupting the law. Besides, can you tell the war from this rear guard?"

Matthias' troops were placed only by the rear guard, which was off the front line.

I can hardly say that I still have credibility from the side of the elf, even though I am a collaborator, a man of the crest that once took my hand. We can't even put such a human population on the important front lines or around Eldis. By way of conclusion, he had been ordered to be placed in a position that was difficult to say at least to promote: by the rear guard.

Not very much, but from this position, the front-line appearance is inhibited by the soldier and cannot be seen.

Yes, to Mattia's enquiry, Karia says with a shrugged shoulder.

"Even if I could tell. Look at the flag move, this one collapsed. The front line is no longer functioning. Rather, it would be a good proof that enemy soldiers have come here."

Sure, when they say that, Mattia has to snort, too.

An enemy soldier leaks into the line of Matthias, who can be called the rearmost guard. This is already unusual in itself. It seemed like only the prominent soldiers, some of them rampant, were small in number, but still it is not so easy to come out of the front line in this narrow street.

Unexpectedly, Mattia's expression is distorted. I wondered if it was a judgment.

The battle I've been through is one in which precision is close to small-scale riot warfare. Mattia has no experience in directing large-scale combat, only knowledge on the desk.

The offensive in Gallu Amalia is also very unlikely, to be honest, that my command was wielded. Rather, under his command, many knights fell. If we did it well, we might have been able to gain an advantage without causing more damage.

Hence, troubling. Shall I pierce the soldiers here without darkness? That's what makes me so confused.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going. Even if they stop you, shoot your allies in the back."

Fialert had already taken steps, as she passed next to the troubled Mattia and Kalia. Shake your feathered cape gently and let your black eyes shine.

From its back, the magic runs out. This war, as yet, Fialert has not demonstrated the power it possesses. Such an opportunity never came this rearward. As long as she has the will, she will be able to show that strength in this room.

However, it is strange to say that due to her character, she will go to the front line herself.

Yes, when I thought of it, I had a bad feeling about Mattia's brain marrow.

"Maybe, I mean, definitely. Because I'm on the front line, that guy. He's using the sword I implanted."

To the voice of that fialert, Karia added, in a grumpy manner, "Though it is my sword".

Again, is that right or not? Unexpectedly Mattia covers her own lips with her hands. Make it a fialert, make it a calia, and it's mostly when he gets involved that they show off their habitual detached behavior. I understand so much about that in the last few days.

I don't have to ask who Fialert is referring to.

It must be about our collaborators, crude braves, Rugis. I don't know how it works, but now Fialert seemed to be detecting his whereabouts in some way. If so, naturally, I guess I'm going.

"What are we gonna do, you?"

The voice of Karia asking briefly reaches Mattia's ear. I don't care what I do, I don't do this. The next word of Kalia could be perceived by Mattia as being in her hands. In other words, here's the thing.

"Whatever you guys want, we're going. If you're coming, follow me. I'll cut you some slack."

It seemed, very effortlessly, Karia told. Silver eyes, somewhere delightfully brilliant.

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To be honest, Mattia was still unable to successfully handle the presence of Rugis in her own emotions.

He is the benefactor of life who saved himself from the blade of murder, and the enemy who connected himself to this world. As such, it is an incredible thing that shakes and drives emotions.

When you take action, even though you all understand that you should move beneath reason and intention, when it comes to Rugis, you move yourself as if your emotions were willing.

Mattia was running to the front with the troops, even though she thought it was stupid to move the troops for him alone.

No, you're not. These are them. The intention is not to isolate Karia and Fialert, two precious forces of war for the crest religion. It's just that calculation. I wasn't moved by the presence of Rugis or anything.

Mattia narrows her gaze as she kicks the ground hard.

- The Virgin must never be an emotional me. The Virgin is a noble servant of God.

Yes, when was it that you were told? I know for sure what time it was, who told me, or at least it was so past that I don't even remember it.

Until now, Mattia has lived the word as her own shackles. As a result, she has gained trust as a Virgin and even close support for her faith.

Therefore, you must not be shaken by emotions. Moving with emotion means denying yourself until now. It means I'm letting go of what I'm holding. That's all I can do.

Besides, Mattia thinks. Rugis is just a collaborator and a guest. Nothing, I'm not a crest man. It's strange to have some kind of emotion for him.

So this deed is in no way a shaken emotion. I'll never be rocked like that again.

That's right. When I consolidated my mind and stepped the soldiers to the scratch front, there was certainly Rugis, as Fialert said.

- Exactly now, the enemy general won't take his life, in the meantime.

Mattia's eyes were opened and her body was moving unknowingly.

I'm sure a man named Mattia doesn't want to talk about this time forever.

As soon as I saw the sight, the determination that should have been consolidated was ice-cold, because the brain marrow had lightly let go of the chain of reason and the measurement of intention.

Even more disgracefully, the words were quicker than anyone else's. Faster than Kalia brightens the silver light and waves the sword, than Fialert emits the magic that covers his entire body.

Tell the archer, who was only slightly ready. A loud voice ripping through the sky echoed around.

"- Shoot him! Rescue our compatriot, Rugis!

Even in lieu of life, yes, the voice of the Virgin crosses the battlefield. I'm referring to Rugis, not as a collaborator, not as a guest, but as a compatriot.