A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Helping people with helplessness is a good deed that God has given you.

Mattia no longer remembers whether it was her parents who included it in herself, or the Priest of the Crest. However, I am sure that when I often think of what is fundamental to my memory, I was told many times at an early age.

The crest religion worships knowledge and wisdom. The truth of this world is in exploration, and the crest points to it, which is the doctrine of crest teaching.

And the more you keep that idea in mind, the farther away the crest religion is from things like good intentions and malice. Let not the good and the evil of knowledge be ordained with the good and the evil of reason. All wisdom, so that you can dwell in it.

However, that is why knowledge is not gathered and amassed without any purpose. Such things are no longer the same as piling gold coins up high even though they don't need to be made.

Mattia thinks as she narrows her eyes and waves across her lips.

The gathering of knowledge, but it is for the good of men. Yes, I've been taught.

Gather knowledge because people are better and people are healthier. That is nothing short of the origin of crest teaching.

Therefore, a human being named Mattia also believes that it is good to help people and take their hands, at the very heart, in an attempt to make them companions in their lives.

I certainly understand that there are times when it is difficult. Mattia is not so innocent by then. But if it is, it can also hurt your chest to be using people without darkness. Sometimes the deep part of my heart twitches and causes pain.

Sometimes I confess to God that I use the good intentions of men and sometimes step on them.

Mattia thought those emotions were common to all humans.

The poor, the thieves, the heretics, the rough ones. I believe that there is so much goodwill embedded in them that none of them can reach out to corrupt or people because of unavoidable circumstances.

That's why Mattia couldn't understand the phrase, just do it at the right time, like help from Rugis.

We know that a person named Rugis is a person whose thoughts and ways of doing so have been twisted with distortion. I understand that maybe the earlier words are his own twist.

Still, somewhere, I get caught.

"... Virgin Mattia, what's wrong?

Mattia unwittingly lifts her lid to the carefree voice of nearby Largud Ann. In front of me, parchment in work. There remained a great deal of unusual ink staining. Apparently, he's been unconscious for a while. Also, rewrite it from the beginning.

Unexpectedly, Mattia says, leaking the exhalation in the back of her throat.

"Excuse me, Ann. Looks like my consciousness was a little empty. Can I have some white water?"

Keeping it to a level that is not physically handicapped, Ann knocks at the office door with a worried look on her face.

Mattia, responding, suppresses her own eyebrows with her fingers and breathes deeply again.

Surveillance tower present within the Great Wall of Gallu Amalia. It was the main residence of those who now lead the crest religion, including Mattia. This is the easiest place to respond in an emergency, and even when the enemy comes in, it's easy to give commands to the soldiers. I thought so, and Mattia designated this place.

But Mattia strokes her shoulder with her own hand that it could have been a mistake.

This walls, which are basically built with stones piled up, the interior of a being that can no longer be called a fort, is terribly cold. The sooner you get caught off guard, the sooner your fingertips freeze, the sooner you have the coolness of iron.

Especially if you do your errands late at night, that could freeze.

But Mattia couldn't take a break. Whatever, clerk, because there was only one person who could support the central function rather than myself, or precisely Anne and some things.

The city does not yet have the capability to supply supplies, develop an allied network of contacts with Gaza, respond to emergencies, handle sick people, deal with merchants, etc. Therefore, all cases are eventually sent to the top of the city, under Mattia.

Sometimes it got hot in my head, and I couldn't help but think that Mattia would even tell me how she didn't know this was happening.

Everything, including a small case, is a testament to Mattia's excellence. It is also proof that Mattia was barely able to maintain it while she was in the Elf Country.

If this doesn't make it all easier, it's still good. If so, let those below share the work, whether dissatisfied or not. But that is not acceptable to the Virgin. I can do everything, but therefore, if such neglect is not tolerated, I continue to torture my own body.

And now, it's a waste of even a moment. How many projects have been solved in just a few moments?

And yet. Mattia forgets even the heat that resides in her own brain, even hotter than that, scorching the back of her chest.

Why should I be bothered about the man? There's no room, no need, there can't be. Sounds stupid.

Even being able to shake her emotions that way is nothing but humiliation for her. But the more emotion I tried to get into the back of my chest to forget everything, the more frustration I just got.

A Virgin should not shake that emotion. That was the way Mattia believed in the Virgin.

Even if your emotions change your expression in the back of your chest, you wrap it all in a cloth. And everything, you just have to move on within the calculations. If you wear a mask of reason, that's fine. That's what the Virgin is supposed to be like as a leader.

Yeah, that doesn't make a difference. Mattia didn't think, biting her lips and gripping her pen hard. So am I, now, off the path of being a Virgin?

No, you're not. It's not my fault. That man, Rugis, is the evil one.

First of all, what was that attitude when I said I went to ask how it was going as one of my allies as I swung around like a rough wave?

I'm kidding around somewhere as usual, with a floating, light attitude. Very, difficult to say splendid. It's as if I'm far from a gentleman.

Oh, yeah. I'm sure it's because of that attitude. I spit enough poison out of my throat to make my cheeks red that I couldn't deter something called emotion. That's how, for some reason, I honestly took his word for it, too.

Mattia felt as if several emotions in herself were making a loud noise with their mouths wide open.

Even though he is not moving his body, his blood circulation is quickened and his palpitations are stirred.

- Plus, I'm so busy that I can't look at you. Isn't it a good one, even if it's about words of delight?

Yes, the moment I thought of it, Mattia's big eyes blinked unexpectedly.

I wonder what I was thinking right now. Shall I not make my anger and my disappointment shine in the back of my chest?

No, you're not. That can't be right. I'm just outraged that I didn't have a normal, proper word to say as that guy. I'm no longer just a guest, I have more trouble getting my behavior right than being an official ally. That's why there's so much rage in my mind. That's just it.

If not. If not, it seems that I was expecting that man's labor. Isn't it like that man wanted to compliment you?

I don't know what's going on, Mattia didn't know, she stroked her cheek. Until earlier, my brain seemed to boil, but now, my cheeks, they're hot. After all, I guess I'm not feeling well.

At that time, he made a slight noise, and Ann appeared with a cup. Mattia looks and smiles, coughing.

"Thank you, Ann. You should go to sleep now. I'll get some rest, too."

Ann distorts her lips anxiously, even as she receives the word.

"... Yes, Holy Virgin. But the"

Mattia circles her eyes for the look of her mouth. Ann is a smart girl. Even though they say they don't, such as making words stare.

For a while Ann opened her mouth again, nagging as she wandered her gaze.

"No, whatever, there isn't... Tomorrow, there's a place to talk about turning in more messengers than Gaza, so please, rest early today"

With that said, Anne's appearance leaving the office early still seems to be at ease with something. But it seemed like he was trying to cover it up.

Mattia strokes her lips wonderfully, yet again, grips the pen hard to clean up her running errand, which is still due.

From time to time, the pen stopped walking because of fatigue, or because of the emotional swings that made my chest squeal, which I couldn't figure out.