A Wish to Grab Happiness

Valerie-Brightness. Keeper. Storm spokesperson. Something wrong with the time of birth.

Such a reclining alias given to her has also disappeared somewhere now. Her chest was stitched into just one piece of paper.

Valerie exhales in a report delivered by the King's Capital, shaking her hair lightly together. So after a while, I rounded it up with my fingertips.

It was the look that didn't make a big move, but it showed something rare and thoughtful, Valerie says.

"Dore. How credible is this report? Where did you come from?"

That voice was more like a prayer than a suspicion, and I wanted you to tell me it was a lie anyway.

But the intelligence officer with the report directly, Dore, responds with his shoulders wide floating against the Lord.

"Joke. It's all like a lie until you see the information for yourself, Master. If it's true and suspicious, it's all true and suspicious."

Dore's behavior and tone were not considered very much to be against the Lord, but Valerie did not blame her. Perhaps that's how they relate from time to time.

Dore opens his lips as he continues to say, though.

"But I'm not even clumsy enough to put something like a rumor in my master's ear. The only information on the net of the fomor valve is in the report."

Naturally, Dore stretches his chest all the time. Back to back with the girly appearance, they're filled with confidence and self-esteem that's just ripe in their chest. Nor is it like being held back by vanity, something certain.

Valerie knew all about it and trusted Dore. So I didn't ask you anything more.

Yes, Valerie solidifies her expression thinly with a small nod. Once again, the information contained in the report was visible to the eyes. Some information is scattered, but it is one fact that caught Valerie's heart among them.

—— The defeat of Old General Richard-Permilis in the Sanio match. That is the undisputed truth. As a result, Richard was seriously injured and retreated. The old man also put the autonomous city of Philos in its belly.

The report distorts in Valerie's hands and changes its shape even further. Its sharp, shapely face appeared to add more sharpness.

Naturally, the retreat of the Archdiocesan army in the Sanio Plains is also in Valerie's ear. But that stuff, that nasty prick would have just taken the enemy in his hand and rolled it again, yes Valerie was judging.

Richard-Permilis. He is one of the few people who, like Valerie, serves the high nobility of the Kingdom of Garrist, Roimets-Fomor, and that is how Valerie forgives his heart.

Old but still unbreakable will, I even remember the thunder light and the venerated way in which it is. Even though it's faded, it can't be as late as the old folks.

That's Valerie's untrue authenticity. I thought it should be.

The report, which somehow was delivered, said that Richard's retreat was not a falsehood or anything that confused his enemies, but a result of being rightly pushed into retreat.

Valerie breathed cold air all over her chest. The northwestern winds of Garrist are much colder than the king's capital. As the white exhale formed its steps like a cloud, it ascended to the universe.

"... Master of what to do. What do you want me to do, run my horse to King's Landing? Let's gather indisputable information with these eyes and ears."

I guess I perceived it in the Lord's chest. Dore says in a voice that includes even a little care.

Dore knows that his own Lord is a clear strong man, but therefore there are parts of him that are too strong. She thought it would also be in the squire's role to keep up with that convincing.

But even as he drew behind Dore's words, Valerie shook her neck to the side. That's what I say.

"I don't mind, Dore. I'm in trouble too when you're gone. I'm a woman who can only work in battle."

Dore understood that it was a choice of words as if he were joking, but that there was so much urgency mixed up in those words that there was nothing lined up.

Even though I feel an atmosphere that can be described as noble in the verses of words, the meaning that can be included is too strong.

After all, it seems quite depressing. Dore stiffened her chest, slightly distracted from her husband.

A man named Valerie-Brightness is not one who is inherently forced to make his turn in the northernmost fortifications, etc. A human being who is awarded status and medals and who is in charge of a larger army is no stranger. More importantly, he is the most glamorous salon in the King's capital, a person who has an identity that is just not strange to live a life that only deepens upbringing.

The fact that the human being is pushed into a place like this, even though he has his own will, would still be a source of frustration.

Besides, Valerie's chest is not weighed down because in a far away battlefield, the old man is waving a murder blade. Dore thought as he glanced at Valerie, who was staring at the sight of death and snow transferring through the window.

Wang capital, so here, even within Fort Sziv, the northernmost part of the kingdom of Garrist, Valerie's hatred of the Old Church was famous.

She will never try to admit about the Old Church, and she must have never thought about reconciliation or anything else. That is why there is no exaggeration when it comes to choosing a way of life like the one we have now.

She doesn't have the stupidity to include such personal feelings in her daily work, but Dore has seen the occasional discourse of the old man spoil the swordswallowing atmosphere several times.

In the past, several times Dore has thought about taking the back of that old hater. If you take Dore, who is above all good at manipulating and collecting information, that will surely be easy.

Could be the reason for the out-of-the-box crap. Maybe there's a serious reason. Slight curiosity was certainly in the dole.

But in conclusion, Dore hasn't explored the information yet. The reason is simple, because Dore himself has preferred this unfathomable Lord somewhere.

That's why it seemed like some sort of disloyalty to her, such as self-exploring the background of ideas in that past, and Dore finally never touched it.

Out of the way, if you ask, maybe you'll talk to me a little. It was the moment Dore tried to say the word. Valerie opens her mouth, says.

"--Dore. Get me a preacher. Right now."

A voice that seems as usual, somewhere even cold. Responding to the words, Dore raised her voice. Because I had already guessed at that point what Valerie intended.

Whatever, when Valerie calls the commander, there's only one. Only when the battlefield is close.

"That's unusual. The Warcraft are not swarms, but groups."

Valerie is big enough to be alone, she says. At the end of his sight, the white horizon visible through the window stacked several things like black dots.

It is the indisputable shadow of the Warcraft. And what, if ever, is approaching on a herd by herd basis, today is a very large group. It's like a human army.

From a far-sighted point of view, it would be about time the transmission came. That should also be rushing the fast horses. If it is the march of a warcraft that hasn't been around for a long time, your face must be pale.

When Valerie saw him wrap himself in magic armor, Dore said nothing. Are you okay, you're safe, etc., because she understands very well that she doesn't need to.

I'm sure every passing beast will die within a few moments. Pushing down and annihilating the Warcraft. That was the role of this fort, and the work Valerie should have done.

As I remembered, as I put my arms through the magic armor, but in a terribly cold voice, Valerie said.

"Dore. I want to ask for one. Old folk —— find out what this report says about bad guys like Rugis."

He seems to be the one who put the flaw on Richard. Valerie said quietly, so.