A Wish to Grab Happiness

The wind strokes my cheeks. That made me feel a little chilly rather than comfortable.

Gallu Amalia, Great Wall. The sky that looked up from its place was vast. I've never seen a sky like this before.

Speaking of the skies I looked up to as a child, all the skies that shrunk in narrow alleys and refracted their bodies. When I grew old, I stopped looking at the sky this time.

So it would still be the first time the sky had looked so spacious straight at it.

Gently bend your right hand finger at all costs. A slight paralysis runs through his shoulders through his fingertips. But that's all. There is no pain left.

The body seems to be returning a lot to its original form. Instead, I even feel unprecedented comfort because I gave him enough rest.

So if there's a problem, it's a voice that hasn't stopped since that day.

- Get in front of me, hero. That's the winner's duty.

Unexpectedly a wrinkle leans between the eyebrows, and around the belly, something heavy steps on it. He leaked loud, exhaled as he slept over the walls.

It's a nasty, nasty word. Do you think I'm confused by those words? This is me.

I know myself well. I know exactly how far I can go. Heroeless, the vision is that I've layered this body, and so on, and so on. Exquisite, about the time I was a hungry ghost who didn't know my length.

Hero, the moment I thought of the word, I didn't know it, the sensation that made me feel swollen stroked my skin.

Heroes. The strong, the pen takers of history, the unreachable, the brilliant.

Oh, still, no. Once upon a time, even to this day, that shadow keeps burning my heart. It's no use trying to distract us. This eye itself is burning.

Thoughts run around the edge from the edge of my head like I'm confused, and they never try to rest even when I try to fall asleep. The body said it was off enough, but the mind could not rest.

"- You're in a good position. Do you mean that other people work alone and are eager to be evil? Yeah, it suits you."

The voice, which struck his ear in the wind, remained good in his ear, such a voice. Apart from the good quality of the voice and the poor quality of the voice, words like that scattered such poison all over the boulder, though I don't want you to stay.

Rise your sleeping body and point your gaze towards your voice. At the end of his gaze was the figure of the Virgin, standing like a brave general, narrowing her eyes and staring at this one. What a riddle.

"I don't think so. Sometimes it is the rest of oneself that tightens the spirit. The Virgin would have had that experience once or so."

That's what I told her to say as I gently rang her throat.

I see the face of the Virgin Mattia, obviously distorted. As always, it's a woman who puts her emotions on the table against her calculated height. Of course, it's easier that way. Besides, I'm never tired of watching.

With his hands gently raised, he indicates that he is joking and breaks his cheek.

But it's been a long time since I've heard from the Virgin.

It has been a while since I returned to Gallu Amalia, but in the meantime, my girlfriend and I have barely spoken.

The Virgin, the substantive leader of the crest religion, is extremely busy every day, but still, I thought that the days that didn't even meet her face lasted for a while were the result of the Virgin avoiding me.

There are no odd people who want to get close to each other in front of someone they don't like anyway.

So what a strange thing it was for me for her to come out here today. Something's wrong. I wonder if it might have happened. Then you can use the preaching. After all, I didn't know what was going on.

Mattia opens her mouth with a slight shoulder strap.

"Uh... well, they were looking for you."

Pompous, Mattia squeaks as she tries to look for words.

I was no longer hesitant to ask who. No, rather, you know exactly who the shadow is that turns me around. I don't even have to ask anymore. I accidentally stopped the movement with my eyes and mouth tense.

Yeah, even if I know. The identity is a silver-haired goddess of war and a dark-haired sorcerer. Must be Kalia and Fialert La Borgograd.

Around the pigeon tail, I can see the feeling of a heavy rock forming.

I don't hate them or avoid them.

Rather, being able to direct certain emotions at oneself even gives me a strange exhilaration. At the same time, the discomfort that comes in from the esophagus. None of this, though, must be difficult to say about lucid emotions. It's not a bad thing.

But. Now at this time. Only at this time today, I couldn't help but feel like face-to-face with Karia and Fialert, the two of them.

"Why don't you go. Just going down will help people. Really, you're in a good position. Don't just imitate in the daytime."

In a voice that sticks its lips pointy and lets go, Mattia says.

What, this guy? Is that all the errands you have? So, did you let him walk to the corner of the walls just to tell me he hated me? Whatever, you're a guy who devotes his passion in a disgusting direction, this guy.

"People help, that's a lot. But if you're tied up in your life, it won't be fun or anything."

Moments, Mattia's big eyes, tingling, trembling. That frown can jump up. What can I say about that look, it's like a pompous, if I say so, a missing face between.

I can't imagine from the way he was always calculating and lodging a pitiful light in his eyes, such a look stuck on the Virgin's face.

Unexpectedly, I open my eyes like I've been followed too. I was so heavily prepared to be given back my disgust, but nothing in it, a pungent look, was even in my assumptions.

"... is that right? Is that what it is?

For a moment, I didn't understand what that was about. For a few seconds, the wind stroked the space and it was then that I finally moved my lips.

"Well, yeah, of course. Helping people is good if you do it in your spare time. Everyone is full because they help themselves."

Upon hearing that reply, Mattia is gently circling her eyes as she tries to shatter my words.

The look of my words is quite surprising, but to me, Mattia's expression and inquiry were unexpected.

A human being named Mattia the Virgin, no doubt, is not a regular person.

Its charisma was also readable from its former history, but thus we have an immediate conversation, and we know very well what made Mattia a Virgin and a hero.

That's the intent, the calculation height, and the judgment that seems to be cold. There's nothing to worry about if you don't come down like me, and I can cut everything off with that calculation.

When it comes to acting like that sharp blade, I see it will certainly attract people.

A lot of folks just spend their day lazy with nothing to decide on. Because I have air in my mouth and I'm just letting my eyes wander around not sure it might make sense.

Oh, how I miss you. I can't decide one thing, I just live my days. Once upon a time when meat was just walking.

Because I know that, I know very well that the Virgin Mattia is a fascinating symbol.

What a surprise that she was haunting her head with just a small thing right now. Good and bad at helping people. It's not strange that I cut it off a long time ago.

"But still. Helping people would be a good thing. The good news is, people are not happy."

Again, anyway, Mattia asks me again with the face that I don't know.

Now it was my turn to open my mouth.

Right, you know what? I see, what is the Virgin? I mean, is that how it can be done?

He circles around in his skull and explores his chest to contain the thoughts that begin to upset him. Big, exhaled as he chewed the chewing cigarette he searched at his fingertips into his mouth.

Sitting on the walls of the castle, he leads them to the stone walls, passing through the scent of chewing tobacco in his nose. Mattia's eyes, into sight. The colour still had, after all, the colour of confusion.