A Wish to Grab Happiness

I don't know if that was a coincidence or an intentional inducement. But the man was right behind him when Valerie-Brightness, the silver-brimmed herd, snapped his last demonic neck.

He was a strange man, oddly good at killing signs on the battlefield, to the habit of emitting a fierce beastly presence on a daily basis.

The man crawled his hands on Zhu Spear and said, staring at a crowd of crushed demons.

"Oh, Brightness. Just fine."

"White. If you're a knight, speak frankly."

With his gaze on Valerie, Garras-Gargantia shows the colour of his bitter laughter on his shoulder.

White, that's exactly what the word says. Make it Valerie. Make it Gallus, the guardian and commander of the army entrusted to the Virgin.

Even though it's just a sweep of a few sized herds, I'm not in a position to leave my place as I please.

There is some confusion that Garrus is here every now and then. Valerie accidentally pointed her lips in a grumpy manner.

Speaking from the heart, Valerie doesn't fit Garras and the horse.

Contrary to Valerie's constant attempt to be the shield and sword of the nation, Gallus felt somewhere lighter. Not very much, but not in the nature of devoting loyalty to something. It seems strange that he wanted the role of a cathedral knight.

Garrus left Valerie's chest open with his coat hanging and his dog teeth showing.

"What do you think of those two? No, you're a guardian and a hero."

After all, Valerie thought Garras was not a knight. If you were a knight, you should only speak the facts more clearly. His words are oddly euphemistic.

"- I don't really think so. If the demon crushes and the old religion perishes, that's fine. Aren't you, Gargantia?"

"Bad news is, I can't think about things as sincerely as you. I assume there's a back on something... do those two look like decent people, Brightness? I can't see. I can see it's a lot closer to being demonic."

Valerie could have guessed who those two people were referring to.

In other words, the Apostle Giruil-Hano and the Cathedral Knight Hert-Stanley, entrusted to the Guardian with Valerie and others.

Although only the Virgin and God will know the criteria chosen. To be honest, that's what I did from Valerie's point of view when I said I didn't know what they were both good at.

Jill Eyre is a woman who was originally only a nun. He was neither a sorcerer's family nor a man involved in the military.

Even so, after being found by the Virgin and entrusted to the Apostle, he began to emit that alienation as if it were someone else.

Yes, really like someone else. Valerie had heard several similar stories in Helt-Stanley.

I can't give anything back if they say it's the result of an unmatched faith. It doesn't make a difference that it's odd and creepy.

Garras added more words.

"I believe that the process and the conclusion, more importantly, is the process. We can only get the wrong results from the wrong process."

"- Gargantia. You should keep it that far. I'll pretend not to look."

Wearing magic armor, Valerie glanced at Garrus and said. He looks at Valerie's cheeks as he ties his lips.

"That's a long way off. I didn't know you were that faithful. Instead, I thought loyalty to the state was best."

Valerie accidentally rounded those eyes out of the gap in her magic armor. Because I had no idea from this man that such a legitimate appreciation had been obtained. From a man like this, like a beast.

So Valerie said, trying to slip her mouth. From the magic armor, I could see big eyes.

"Gargantia. Sure, something may be wrong. We may have missed that."

But Valerie moved her lips.

"- But no matter what mistake I made. It is above all, fatally wrong for the old people to be judged"

Without them, the world would have been calmer.

Without them, the world would have been happier.

Without them - my friend Richard must have been next to himself.

It's all bad now because they were there. By madness, with a voice that condensed hatred, Valerie said. The eyes were telling more stories about her chest than those words.

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Garrist, the Coalition for the Crest is the Great Tent. As the heavy bitter air strains, the pounding, pounding and words fade away zero.

"Fine. You want to be hostile with a clogged elf. I really don't like it."

The clear voice of Finn-Eldis, queen of elves, thrust through the tent. Moments, everyone's expression flickers and a cold sweat crawls down their spine.

Eldis' voice color was never like telling a joke.

The most responsive to that was Virgin Mattia.

"That's a misunderstanding, Finn-Eldis. Never are we hostile..."

An extremely calm voice trying to forgive the occasion. But I tried to multiply it, and there was a second reaction.

"No, Virgin Mattia. It's not a misunderstanding. Roots should never be left behind. He is neither a messenger of Volvato nor a knight of the elves, but one who belongs to the kingdom of Garrist. Isn't that right?

"- Yes. I'm a crest hero, princess."

To Mattia's voice, Philos' white eyes now connected and his monocular glasses tilted. The tight air weighs everyone's lungs and even causes them to become paralyzed.

The spot was close to a container overflowing with water. If something is poured in even a little later, it will cross boundaries and collapse by the time everything is deadly.

It's just that everyone is pushing for a little reason to take the next step - no, half a step. It looked that way.

When the leaders of all three forces set foot, this is also a terrible thing. In the tent where the air seemed to bounce, I turned my gaze to Richard's grandfather to find salvation.

Grandpa gazes at me, poking his cheek wand with one hand. Apparently, my will came through. Grandpa spoke eloquently, silently, with his gaze.

- You, get it together.

He threw it at me.

It would be a lie. Do I have to wrap up a situation like this, like a boiled pot? It should have been Ann's job all the time. I can't even look around and see her.

Damn it. I used to luxury rice and booze all the time. I dazzle only at times like this. You must be laughing damned in the King's Capital. That's the kind of woman he is.

"... it would not be if we were talking about that now. In the Volvato morning, the coalition is frightened by whether it is an enemy or an ally. Answer the messenger quickly."

"Right, Rugis. That's what I'm talking about. If only you'd made it clear that you were my knight."

Eldis' phantom turned the story upside down and smiled at me like it was funny. Is it my fault that I feel strange anger from that smile? Apparently, he's not willing to let me get away with it.

Well, if that makes you feel better, I also feel cheap. The moment I opened my mouth, Mattia ate up the words.

"No. It is no longer shown inside or outside that he is a hero of the crest. We should avoid creating useless confusion than our contracts have been fulfilled."

I wonder what the contract is about.

I tried to trace my memories, but I can't remember getting some kind of contract with the crest religion. But I didn't even think Mattia meant anything more than putting it into words.

When we froze into the urgency that seemed to paralyse in the tent again, one general finally leaked his voice. In the air that everyone had endured, it seemed they had managed to return to the place of military debate.

"See you, Your Highness. This is an opportunity. If the Volvato morning is in a crucible of confusion, it can also truly constitute a siege occupation. The Volvato Morning will be great only if it is itself that has attacked the group of urban states. In the future, let's not worry about backwardness in fighting witchcraft."

That's what the officer said in an enthusiastic but calm voice. Everyone's face regains sharpness and heat, as they were pulled back into something with one word. For a moment, it seemed that Fialert rocked those black eyes.

The officer's words sounded legitimate. It is true that the Volvato morning was driven by witchcraft, but he carried out an act of aggression.

If we defeat the capital as a counter-attack to that point, we will be able to confront both demons in the future with a complete attitude. Great at first glance. I guess I'm not mistaken.

Philos, commander of this army, put his finger on his lips as he wrapped himself in a black military uniform. Apparently the princess seemed worthy of a thought the words of the general.

"- Rugis, I want your opinion. I'm sure you'll wear the crown to me. Say it for my glory."

Philos' words caused him to unwittingly pull his cheeks and narrow his gaze.

That is, of course, the word I said, but I wonder if there would have been a few more word-choices for this occasion.

There were signs that Philos' fault transformed his gaze from his surroundings into something stabbing. Ring your back teeth a few times, then tone your voice and open your mouth.

"- Right. We don't have time to fight each other anymore. If you really want to do this, don't stop it on the Volvato side."

Philos nodded at my words and said:

"Then let's do that. We have a policy. To welcome the emissary of Volvato."

In response to Philos' words, when the generals and soldiers moved out busily, I thought, heh.

Perhaps now I have been magnificently held accountable by the hands of Philos.

By my side, I heard Karia sighing aloud.