A Wish to Grab Happiness

"An ambush using the shadows of our allies as a shield, my niece. Hey, it's something to do, human. Let's even be impressed."

That's not disgusting or anything. It was such a mouthful, like I really admire it from the bottom of my heart. Largear's voice is sparing somewhere to say that it is no longer a situation of absolute desperation.

That attitude was driving me deep into my chest.

"Thanks for that one. I didn't think of any other way to win. You seem to have plenty to spare, as long as I envy you."

Shoulder to shoulder, as he utters words, say. If you do the facts, it's not my idea when it comes to Eldis' voice. It's a sudden help for her.

Of course, I appreciate it. Without that cover, I would have been a corpse by now, joining the floorboards in the basement.

"If you need to scratch, let's scratch. But if not, doesn't it mean life is what you enjoy until the last moment"

Unlike me, who couldn't afford anywhere, Largear was a mouthful that included room everywhere. I don't know if that's really just a giveaway or because I'm hiding my trump card somewhere.

"... uncle. Let me tell you one thing."

"I haven't seen you face to face like this in years, my niece. Good, I'm no longer a loser. If you have something to ask, I'll give you a full answer."

There are a few words exchanged between Eldis, who spoke as he had decided, and Largeas, who sat down on the spot. That was a terribly fine voice, and I didn't listen to the content. And when it wasn't like listening, I thought so.

The conversation between his uncle and his niece, which would have been the first time in a long time, soon ended. Turning his eyes to see if that was enough, Erdis shook his neck to the side and answered.

"... nothing. Nothing. Nothing, Rugis."

The voice of Eldis sitting beside me as a phantom sounds.

I was blinking and listening to the words. That voice of Eldis, as if she were even telling herself strongly.

The presence of a complex shadow in its chest was not a mistake to begin with. Largeas, a resentful uncle who murdered Eldis' father and also took his seat, Finn. Eldis herself, had been enclosed in the tower for many years.

I see, the expression itself manages to calm down somewhere, but the inside would be completely separate. Your guts are boiling down and if possible, you must want to keep Largear's neck tightened up like this.

But Erdis said he had nothing more to say to Largeas. If that's what she decided, it's not even for me to talk. Eldis' blue eyes narrowed and his teeth were biting his lips, I could see.

Step forward, stand in front of the old elf.

"Finn Largears. Is there any difference in this name, Grandpa?"

"- Whatever. I... No, I think I'm Largear. Nobody else."

The wrinkles of the old elf swayed, and his cheeks slightly raised, I could see. Those old, yet shiny eyes are reflecting me.

"Well, you brought your niece out, Eldis, a man named Rugis."

"Oh, it's nothing. He's everywhere. He's just a rat. I'm sorry, Grandpa. I'm sure some hero, not me, would have had a choice not to kill you."

From the bottom of my heart, I think so. With the formerly mighty enemy as his ally and friend, what a hero, Tan, is it?

There's no way you can do that to someone as humble as me. Such human estrangement is not hanging anywhere in this body.

Throw away the words and put the treasure sword, which you gripped strongly with your left hand, over your head. Target the old elf with the blade in front of him, who has no longer fallen back and sat on the spot. Clear, intent to kill.

From now on, kill him, this hero.

In front of the sight, Largeas pounded, muttering. I see that the expression changed from delightful to magical.

"-Don 't make fun of me, kid."

Unexpectedly shake your eyes at the words. The tone had changed considerably from how I was pleasantly making words somewhere earlier.

The tone of the words, as if they had regained the weight of the original voice, as if something in the voice had hardened.

"Nothing, I didn't mean to be ridiculous, but rather, I remember so much respect from you."

But no longer, I'm not willing to say a word. However, if you wave this blade down, that's it. The war in Gaza, the cause of Eldis, the old elf in front of him, all his life.

"It's unnecessarily bad nature to be unconscious, human, Rugis."

The words of a pale largear echo down the tunnel. It was a truly relaxed tone, as if there was no interest at all, such as a sword swept up in front of me.

"Rugis, you've hunted me down, and now you're even trying to strip this life with that blade. That you, lacking in words, despise yourself as just a dove rat - let's say it again. Don't make fun of me, kid."

It's a voice that includes indisputable quiet outrage. Largeas' eyebrows rise and his eyes intensify with a clear indication of anger.

The words opened my eyes unexpectedly. I was prepared for any cursing noise to fly. To bad, I was ready not to get upset.

But that's an unexpected word. I don't understand what Largear is talking about. The tip of the sword supported by my left hand shook.

"I'll tell you what, I've never thought of myself as a common elf. Look at me now, the Gazarian usurper, the great villain who trampled on the tradition of elves. Come on, you're going beyond me. We're gonna trample my corpse, use it as a stepping stone and move forward."

Its dead branchy fingertips refer to the soldiers of Eldis, who were desperate and fell on a stepping stone.

Oh, I don't need to hear that word anymore. Bullshit. You don't have to put it in your ear. And yet.

"The same is true of the soldiers who were shielded by you. The same is true of the opponents you have won. You are here with everything as a stepping stone. Look, Rugis. My enemies. You are no longer in a tranquil muddy position, like a rat."

There were brilliant shining eyes beneath the overlapping eyelids. It's like claiming that the will is here, even at the moment of death, brilliant.

My heart, it shakes. Slight pain, like being pierced by thorns. Something close to nervousness and excitement felt blood flow all over her body.

"For a long time, they bought it. What are you gonna do to me, Grandpa?"

No, let me see your teeth, Largeas, and I laugh. It seemed like a true, full-blown grin, filled with strange charm, shown by an elf named Largeas.

"Strangle and kill the rats in you. That way, get in front of me, hero. That's the winner's duty. Hey, it's the same place to go anyway."

That's what you call me, Largear.

A true hero who can be a masterpiece, a dove rat, who can only be very mediocre about me, a hero, etc.

Hi, my cheeks are crooked. Emotions that disappoint in your chest are not the same as joy. is also nothing like fear or amazement. All my emotions melted about what to say and I just filled my chest.

But even as his emotions shake, only that word of Largeas remains in his ears at all times, as if it were a curse.

"- Let's think about it. Bye. Finn Largeas, king of elves. sooner or later."

Me and Largear, this must have been the first time we've exchanged words, of course, in this day and age, even when we used to think about it.

Even so, the strange ease was there. I don't know what that means or why. However, I was certain that there was a strange empathy between me and Largear.

"- Oh, sooner or later, Rugis. My enemies, great human heroes."

Finally, my left arm was shaken off without any hesitation against the old elf. Like I said, that's the last courtesy.

Again, red and black blood rose in the basement.

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Death of Finn Larghias, the usurper of Gaza.

What came to an end by his death is less than thoughtful. Rather, with his death as the starting point, history speeds up its legs just because it can't blossom itself.

With the civil war in Gaza coming to an end, it can also be said that it is only a small pause to the next Great War.

Still, there is no peace here, and one end is only a fabric stone to the next.

If I were to say it, Largeas, there was only one thing truly finished by his death.

- Just one, the story of the Dobrat, ended here. That's just it.