A Wish to Grab Happiness

"- Sudden, no shooting!

Nothing more, it was the right time. Mattia's voice trembles around her as her amazement swims through everyone's eyes.

As soon as I got my will, the barbaric voice of my allies stuck to me, and I barked at the broken enemy avant-garde as a flake, not to mutilate the entire unit.

Supporting this front line are the Knights of the Crest and the few surviving elf soldiers. Together, it's about a hundred and fifty. Every man and every man strikes a spear, a sword in his hand, into a number of enemies that a thousand would exceed.

No longer does this have anything to do with elves or humans. Under the decree of Virgin Mattia, the Revolutionary Army, wearing Erdis at exactly the opportune opportunity it came down to, is harnessing the interests of the streets and subduing the enemy elite. Everyone, he understands. This is the last opportunity given. He said it was the last light to clear the way.

Unexpectedly, it leaks exhale. Excellent. What a wonderful thing.

I once knew that she, Fialert, had used rain as one of her tactics to bring in the storm. Its power on the battlefield, even if only locally, is immense. One weather can even be a major historical turnaround.

But I've never seen such a flood. My throat seemed to tingle. My arms are all hairy and my chest is full of excitement and agitation.

Here, Fialert La Borgograd, the excitement that found a definite scale as her genius. However, because of that, the enemy has not completely collapsed.

Now the battlefield is a branch of everything. The enemy has concentrated many troops in front of the main entrance. Then naturally, the battle power on the side roads will be thin. While this side has been scattered down the front line, it has not yet reached devastation. No enemy fangs have yet arrived in Eldis' lurking rear guard.

If we get past this place, we have a chance. Conversely, if we push our enemies sharply here and clear the way, that's it. The rear guard has no room for enemy assault. Under one blow, the allies follow a path of collapse. So here it is. This is it.

Right now, our allies are desperately eating up. While losing the momentum of an overwhelming majority, eating his teeth and letting his flesh bounce.

But the sad numbers are absolute. No matter how you use the narrowness of the streets, your enemies exceed a thousand. This one, by contrast, is one hundred and fifty, or the less it is.

It is understandable that it is pushed, albeit slightly. His eyes captured nature and the royal palace where Largeas would be at the end of the front line.

The right hand has no sense of fingertips. Fortunately, however, both legs and left hand still moved. Physical strength that would have escaped from the body would have also gained a lot of rest and had some recovery.

Take a deep breath, one. Breathe shallow, three. And finally, deeply.

Grasp the treasure sword that fell from your finger with your left hand again. Push harder than your pinkie finger so that you never get bounced off again.

"You're going to jump into it like that, you warrior face."

Tingling, shaking shoulders. Karia's voice. A quiet voice somewhere, not a voice that pierces you like you always do.

"Of course. Hey, if one hand stays, you can eat bread."

When the pain was accustomed, he showed off his right arm, which was no longer just hanging unnecessarily from his body.

I didn't think it would be very powerful, but still, I can't help but observe the battlefield.

Besides, Karia, I don't want you to be here. It doesn't make any sense to have them stay when it comes to escorts, etc.

If Fialert is the Lord of the canopy that also shapes the weather, Kalia must be indisputable and the Lord of the battlefield.

Its wielding long sword cuts down enemies and attracts everyone around the battlefield. The overwhelming martial arts inspire and inspire the entire army. Once called the goddess of war and the knight among the knights.

Even here, the goddess of war has to work a lot. Especially in this situation. I don't think all my guesses and readings of the war have hit me. Rather, it's creeper to be hitting it. But at least, I understand the least.

This is not the time to throw out a card named Karia on my escort or anything. Exactly. That's the act of throwing trump cards into a ditch.

Besides, I don't need a big guard. Escorts are meant to protect worthy beings.

I said yes to Kalia, shaking my right hand not to ask.

I'm sure it will return the curse of being an idiot, or a fool, or something. But still, at the end of the day, they'll be on the battlefield together. I know Karia is a smart person.

But what I actually returned was something very different from that. Once you realize it, your silver hair strokes your nose tip, and your whole body is drawn to it with a force that you can even think of as strong.

"- Don't push me. For God's sake, stop imitating yourself to hurt yourself."

To that voice whispered in my ear, I think I was about to tell you something at first. He was trying to behave like he wasn't saying that, or that it was a proper misleading word.

But I couldn't get a word out of my throat. The eyes suddenly do not move with their eyes open to the tone of the voice that can also be taken as the plea.

On his back, he has the feeling that Kalia's fingertips are buried. That's powerful, for sure, but don't worry about this one sometime, it was that strong.

Please, did you say that? This woman. Karia said, "If you're going to order people to do it, please, I don't think she's ever done it in her life."

From the toe to the hair was stripped by a wave of emotions, as if he had become my spokesperson for not even being able to utter words.

Don't. Don't, don't say that to me. Rather than being cursed, than being trampled upon, the words echo the breasts. Just one word of that.

"... you stay here. Relieved but good. I'll get anything from my enemies, anything named victory."

The tone was back to that of Karia at all times.

In the tone of command, there is still arrogance somewhere. You know, she's like every other time. I don't know why, but my mind is taking it oddly honestly.

I once said that this high-pressure language should have eaten up with disgust at all times.

"But instead, one, swear. Whatever happens, I will always return with victory dedicated to my sword. So don't jump into danger yourself. Just make sure you're okay. - Sometimes, just trust me."

Me and you are one of them. That said, Karia releases her body while distorting her expression somewhere. The words still whispered seemed to echo in his ear.

I don't know what to say, this woman. Believe me, is that it? That's the woman who once told me that she stomped on me, looked at me, and that my life had no meaning.

I understand, even if I do. Kalia here and Kalia Birdnick, whom I once traveled, are no longer separate. But that's what makes me think that the nature that rests at its core shouldn't change so easily.

Show respect for that temperament. Let's hope for one side of that extraordinary hard-working man and the strength of the will to penetrate the hold.

But still. Trusting its nature from the back of your mind, etc.

I felt an ugly sense of inferiority crawling around in me and a fright against her that was still deep in my heart, like mixed mud, precipitating in my gut.

From a whispered voice, for a moment. As my tongue kept getting lost in words, I broke my leg trying to sit on the street on the spot.

"... I'm sorry, I don't think I had legs anymore. This body, then, can't stand up so easily. So, what... oh, please."

Yes, slightly out of sight, I say. Why not? I'm supposed to be used to saying such silly things. It was weird, embarrassing today. Not something I could see, such as Kalia's face.

But in my ear, I heard a voice that killed Kalia's laughter.

"Oh, I've been entrusted. Watch, I'll bring you back the victory until you tell me enough."

Her back on the battlefield is oddly reliable. What a heart-trembling thing to see a hero move forward.

Kalia would accomplish all of that as it should. Whatever happens on the battlefield, there will be victory ahead of her slammed with a sword. Yes, let's believe it.

- So, it's not like I don't trust you. Then I don't. Bad. I'll make excuses later.

The moment its back was swallowed up by the battlefield, it did not speak out and squealed so in the back of its chest.