A Wish to Grab Happiness

"To be honest, it was a surprise. To the point of losing your voice."

Mattia whispered inside the clerk's office when the night book fell and was no longer just waiting for the sun to open its eyes again. I blink my somnolence as I gaze at the map around Gallu Amalia rather than at the material.

The slightest bitterness from the chewing tobacco clears my drowsiness and moves my lips. From drowsiness, I didn't feel like I had a good voice.

"Because you understood that if anything happened, you would always step forward to those who were at risk."

That's terrible.

It's not that I'm so belligerent, I don't remember wanting to fight until I didn't need to. However, I do remember treading on the battlefield for an extremely selfish purpose.

"What I'm trying to say, I don't even know. There's not much deniable material either."

But how easy it is to respond to this Alliance invitation. Lightly, the answer comes out.

Mattia leaks her voice, keeping her gaze on the parchment in front of her. In the meantime, Penn kept on walking with ink.

It's clever. Talk, or do the work, or something good in one. Phew, and exhale the smell of chewing tobacco into the office. My lips are cold.

"Yeah, anyway - when I got the alliance, I thought I'd respond that way."

Separately, Galuamaria, the response of the crest religion to Berfein has not been confirmed. However, as far as I'm concerned, that's what I said when I said I was out of my mind.

Naturally, the Alliance refuses.

Isn't it set in a trap, something like that? Same thing, even if it has a magic mark. It is decided that when a person drips his head against someone, it is when he no longer has anything, and when he no longer has anything else to hide.

While still having enough leeway, and still in a position that can be called dominance, reaching out here, etc., is such a place as it is the bearer of so many beliefs, or the lack of an elaborate demon.

As such, it is unlikely that the former is the head of that city, Berfein. That's absolutely it.

With his shoulders clasped, he stared at the ceiling once and blinked his eyelids, resting his eyes, which seemed exhausted and out of breath. It's not just the eyes, the brain marrow builds up heat on the longtime agony, so much so that it's likely to come out ripping off the skull and scalp.

Again, learning something quietly from these kinds of books doesn't suit me sexually.

Whenever one knowledge and one thing comes into thought, it takes a lot of time for the brain to drink it down. He tells me that if I have to chew him loose many times, season him and throw him in, I won't even let him touch his throat, not very much. It's my head, but it's hard to accommodate.

Besides, if I'm going to give you another factor, the charts and maps that I opened are too accurate and too informative.

It was just a boulder, a central city in the periphery, and a staging area for supplies from east to west. The map, which was preserved in Galuamaria, also details the streets from large to small and the twists of the horizon.

Normally sold maps, etc. are your handwriting if even one large street is drawn.

I see. I know perfectly well that Galuamaria will be the sanctuary of the crest. This place, where culture and supplies come together, is just as much a place of knowledge as it is. However, it probably takes as much brains as Mattia, or Fialert, to make it truly useful.

Close the map table. Anyway, it's not going to last any longer for me.

As soon as I saw how it was, Mattia pointed her lips.

"Oh, are you done yet? It's not good. At last, I thought you understood the dignity of learning things, and walked at the edge of the teachings of the crest."

With this Virgin, if you think you're looking at the parchment in front of you, you've been watching closely. I don't like people.

Sure, it doesn't make any difference to me that you offered me permission to read the office books if I wanted to borrow your knowledge. Still, there is something called original qualities. Am I supposed to call it a basement for learning things?

I've spent my childhood on the archdiocese's knees, and in the back streets. Instead of learning things, such an inferior commoner can't even have the opportunity to touch books.

Speaking of what I learned, it's as good as reading and writing that Mr. Nines taught me at the orphanage. Instead, still, you'd be the lucky one.

Instead, more than that, people had to learn a lot about where to lurk bags of purses and what people looked like when they were alarmed. Well, what, that's a slightly different story.

"I leave learning to the Virgin. I'm at least good enough. How about a response to Belfein?"

Gently crack lips and exhale, as if it were a return of interest.

The boulder Virgin also thought that she would be a little stuck in words if it were an answer to the alliance, but Mattia opens her mouth softly, as if to bruise my shallowness.

"It's been decided, alliances can't be. Isn't that a false token with too much clarity of thought? If I could, I would have truncated the messenger there."

Mattia's fingertips run the pen and write down the letters on the parchment. I've been doing that for a long time. Even so, he said so with a resolute voice, without any appearance of weakening his temper at all. It was like, really, that's what I decided from the start.

Mattia narrows her eyes so that she continues her words.

"But as head of the organization, I can't do that. And if it's meant to be, then, ostensibly, an alliance. In my stomach, I consider it an enemy, and that's the best part."

That would be indisputably certain.

Especially if you were to unhindered the opponent who offered you an alliance, you would be suspicious of this Garouamaria force itself rather than of creed teaching. That's not too good. Because it's not necessarily like there's no one coming down to the crest religion.

So, if so, you should be happy with your alliance, spread your hands and take it happily, and then cut off with your enemies at the bottom of your belly.

I see, that would be extremely reasonable. If we are a strong, unseen force of a single rock and have enough power to demonstrate our opponents, we will be able to do so.

Unfortunately, not at all.

I am talking about countless others in the crest teachings, such as the ones who are still obedient to Mattia in their bellies, and it is hard to say that their power is still full.

Try Berfein bite among its forces, not as an enemy, but as an ally. Something with unwanted ambition and two hearts is bound to show up.

The opponent can be prevented from doing so if there is a sufficient battle power difference, but there is no difference between the battle forces of Galuamaria and Belfein, which makes him think that it would be much more advantageous on that side to make a name for itself as a mercenary state.

You can't, after all, just make it an enemy. Ways like pretending to be trapped and eating your enemies' throats are too dangerous. As an individual, it is not the method to be taken as an organization.

"But, Rugis. Don't tell me I ran too far ahead. Still, some of the crest teachings have the idea that we should form an alliance."

Not everyone can conclude with only intentions and calculations, as Mattia did. Naturally, there are naturally people out there who think that maybe this is a great opportunity.

I see, if you unhinder them and force them to kick the proposed alliance, does that mean that's a glitch? At all, the head of the organization is a hassle.

"We ask Anne to direct her opinion so that she doesn't get sick as an organization. He's very good as an adjuster, not to mention everything, but to the extent that discontent doesn't erupt, he'll adjust."

So don't talk weird, either. Yeah, Mattia said to stab the nail, and it seemed like she wrote up one piece of parchment.

What a terrible thing to say. Make it a fialert. Make it a Mattia, make me an indescribable hungry ghost. But you're mistaken.

Very well, even if you understand. Anyway, if I'm alone, if I prioritize emotions as an organization, that's the kind of thing that gets me involved and depressed in a deep hole in hell myself.

So, yeah, it's easy. I slowly, exhaled as I let the chewing cigarette out of my mouth.