A Wish to Grab Happiness

A voice is something that always carries something. Whether that's good news or bad news, the first thing you bring in is your voice. Even at this time, the voice carried the report.

"- Lady Salenio is killed in a despicable assault of warcraft and bandits! He was killed in battle!

That desperate obituary was instantly bombarded to the Salenian position by a Brown-haired conductor. The word that passes high in the conductor echoes into the formation again and again, letting the fact soak up to each and every soldier.

After a short disturbance, the crest faction finally swallowed up the event.

The death of the de facto general.

What the soldier feels most when he hears it is shock and mourning, and that's how the wolf and confusion come next. Everyone asks themselves what to do now. Really, now I don't know if it's good to stand with a spear like this.

The military is one of the most sophisticated organizational systems. The word of the superior is gold, and with it as a signpost the creature called the army keeps going. Brains and hands and feet are not united, but clearly divided. That's why the army works.

So if its top brains are lost, what should we do? Especially these rebels who were led and led by Salenio. I don't have any other signposts.

To the soldiers, what shall I do, and where shall I go? As one thing, I didn't know.

- Master Saleinio was killed in battle.

Largued-Ann rolled one eye as she heard the repeated words in the tent. My heart rang a moment late. Blinks faster reflexively.

I ask myself if what I just grabbed from my ear is true.

It is Bruder's voice that conveys that obituary, and that is how the words make no difference to what has been pre-arranged. Truth When I killed that senator, I decided to use the word "death in action".

The moment I realized Salenio's death, the feeling of the nerves themselves chilling through my skin made Ann feel. The incredible suspicion of putting it somewhere is stronger than the exaltation that the rolled Koko gave me the eye I expected.

Regardless, I was rare about this result, and I'm pretty sure it's what I should want.

An unspeakable emotion had come to Ann's chest. It's not silly regret or grief, nor the vain that it was too easy. It wasn't as simple an emotion as I could say in such a word.

"Apparently. The bet has a winning eye. To be honest, it's not my favorite ending."

As an emissary of Elizardo, the fighter, Tersarat-Rwana, stretches out his long legs while sitting on the chair. Everything looked good when her long girlfriend did it.

The word relaxation with a thin breath is not a wind of lying or loathing. It was like I thought so from the bottom of my heart.

Hear that word. Fu Ann brings back sanity. I forced the confusion in my head into the corner of my thoughts.

"So what was your preference, Lord Tersalat? It's the shortest way to get there, isn't it?

That's what Anne had casually heard. There were times when I wanted to calm my own tedious mind, but I was also interested in someone named Tersalat purely.

There is no harm in knowing, especially in negotiating in the future, what kind of thought line an Elizaldo fighter has.

Tersarat said as he elbowed. She even looked like she was smiling.

"The shortest is not always the best, Largued-Ann. Because dedicating your life to poverty is the most important way to beat people and find the real price."

Even if you bleed, that's fine if the whole thing gets stronger. Normally, brave men and brother-in-law are no different, but if they are in distress, heroic braves are born. Sometimes, then, the predicament is preferable.

Those who died with it were just short of strength and luck. That's what Tersarat said before.

It was a boulder. Ann strokes her own lips whispering at Tersarat's answer. At least, it was well understood that the way the Elizards thought was as if it were in conflict with the Garrisons.

I'm not saying that all the people are like this, but at least the kind of people who become fighters are different because they think this is what they think. It's no bother.

Ann finally crawls her fingers to her calming head and turns her thoughts. Even if the troubles were rolling around right now, I had to think about what was to come.

Now that Salenio is dead, there should no longer be a temper in Heavy Town to confront the Virgin and hero from the front.

I can tell because I was originally near them, but the truth is, Heavy Town and the others have always been rational. Anne knows that they are people who can have a contemptible intent.

Anne was even convinced that she could not kill herself in this situation right now. Instead, you should hoping to get on with your own negotiations. Ann tells the soldiers nearby and makes them run under the heavy towns. The soldier who was upset obeyed Ann strangely and dearly.

No one and he are frightened because they don't know what to believe. I'm looking for straw to drown and desperately grab.

The suggestion Anne is going to make would be straw for them. Well, if I get flushed by a torrent, I can't escape drowning where I grabbed one straw.

Besides, in the unlikely event that an impulsive soldier stabs himself, there's no choice in that. If that happens, it shouldn't end up in such a way that the Virgin Mattia or the Hall of Heroes are threatened.

And.

Quiet, Ann distorted her lips. It was not caused by anxiety, but by one imagination. Pleasant emotions creep through my chest.

What would the Lord Hero think if he died here? I'm sure you'll hold something that's not nice and look very good.

Rebels rebelling against the deeds of the Lord Hero and born. If the face he sees is dead, he will never forget himself again.

I am sure that I will be the wound of the life of the Lord Hero. Oh, if you think about it. Those roads were probably somewhat better, too.

Ann flaunted her shoulders and was thinking such a silly thing as she leaked her exhale.

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A familiar face was felt far away. I wonder why. Maybe that's what loss of life meant.

Bernard bends over and stares at his face, causing his body to rise. It was the scratch, but it wasn't enough to make me lose track of my appearance.

Undisputed, the crest elder, Salenio, the man. The body is horribly cold. It is easy to see that it is after the light of life has scratched out.

Bernard finally understood why the mercenaries who attacked him accidentally turned their heels back.

I guess I knew this. From the very beginning, Salenio was alone.

The soldier opens his eyes all the time that everyone can't believe it and stops his legs on the spot. In front of the remains of Salenio, more than a thousand soldiers held silence.

No, they weren't soldiers anymore. It was a bunch of people who lost their place of destination, even lost their signposts, and just stood up.

There is a stiff sound of heel, heel. Bernard realized for a while that it was the sound of his teeth trembling and ringing.

I can't stop the sound. The more conscious you are, the more frightened your teeth keep ringing. Bernard suppressed his lips when he heard an unsavory sound.

Bernard realizes that his head is turning white and he is going crazy. I'm never sane right now.

The death of a being who kept supporting himself and guiding me. The death of a being that I felt was absolute is an unbearable shock to anyone. You get dizzy, your sanity fades away at zero.

If Bernard looked back, the soldiers looked just like themselves again. He is depressed, shattered and fragmented somewhere such as in warfare.

As it is, we will finally be able to return to our positions. I'm not in the mood to make anything happen anymore.

- But you can't do that. That is by no means what Master Saleinio wanted.

Bernard breathed heavily and vomited small. Says Salenio as he treats his body politely.

"... soldier, listen to me. At the end of the battlefield, Lady Saleinio asked me. Whatever happens to me, I want you to do it!

Quiet, then put all the emotion you can, Bernard says. The choice of words was naive, and the expression slightly stronger.

Bernard raised his voice that it had to be done. Talk to the soldiers, so that they can show you the way.

Bernard is convinced. My husband's death must have been Largued-Ann's plot. That woman waved her blade as she spoke the words of mercy.

If I throw away my will and my will here as emotions, everything remains his thoughts.

That must not be where the Lord wishes it to be. At least, I never ask you to stop thinking and bend your knees.

Think about it, play it that way and show it to me. Bernard tells himself.

Where is the enemy's steeple? There was a hand to return to the position and storm Ann, but Bernard did not choose to do so.

If you do poorly, it is possible that Anne is hitting some sort of measure again, as she has now returned to the position. Bernard didn't want to go near Ann if he could do that.

Bernard realized that Anne was unlikely to be any match, at least for words and reason. If you stand in the front, you may be told.

Besides, you should hear the words of the Virgin's right hand better than the words of a man who was also only a servant of Salenio. If you face Ann, the soldiers can no longer keep their will.

So what do I do? What is the worst of the enemy? Think, you have to think.

Bernard said, hoisting a wave-beating blade. The soldiers were just staring in the direction indicated by the blade.

"This is Master Saleinio's final life! March to the city of Philos! If everyone is proud to be a soldier of Master Salenio!

Before Bernard's words, the soldiers who exhaled their will and sanity lit the light slightly in their eyes.