A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Gah, shah.

Early in the morning, inside the castle gate of Galuamaria, the sound of the glass being crushed echoed.

Well-trained soldiers are agile in their movements. It immediately leads to the audio source and thus transforms the face blue. The place where that sound rang, no, the room, was the office of the undisputed Virgin Mattia. With the guard soldiers, change the blood phase and knock on the door.

"Dear Virgin Mattia, is something wrong?

At least, it's not an ordinary sound. It is normal to assume that something has happened. As evoked by its loudness, also more soldiers gathered in front of the door.

Virgin Mattia is undoubtedly a symbol that guides the crest religion, a pillar that supports everyone's heart. In case anything happens to that girlfriend, that alone could bring down the force of crest religion. At least we can't do anything that will bring us together in one force.

Whether it is true or not, the vast majority believe so. Everyone loved and trusted, and that was the presence of the Virgin Mattia.

Isn't there something wrong with the Virgin Mattia? When the soldiers were caught in such delusions, let's break through the door and enter the room.

"- And I beg your pardon. Because I fell asleep and just broke the vase. Never mind."

Ralgud Ann, near Mattia's side, made a face out of the gap in the door. For some reason, in such a way as to open only a very small gap.

That's all I'm saying, Ann walks into the room again.

The soldiers round their bewildered eyes and turn their attention to what is wrong. But Anne, close by, said that nothing had happened. Ann's loyalty to Mattia is doubled. That's for everyone to know.

While leaving some noise behind, the soldiers, once again, began to return to their original possession.

In the morning, everything was starting to pass.

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Early in the morning, Largd Ann was carrying troubles in his head.

Trouble may be daunting, but I'm sure another troublemaker has rolled in. The cause of this is nobody, make it a crest compatriot and hero, Rugis.

Unexpectedly Ann wrinkled between her eyebrows, suppressing the pain around her abdomen. See you later. Once again, we have to wipe his deeds around from behind.

If you think you can finally calm down the first situation and move on to reconciling politics and people's minds, this is it. Ann figured out that a big sigh was sinking into the back of her own stomach.

Ralgud Ann is undoubtedly talented in interpersonal negotiations. It is therefore heavily used by Mattia and has gained the status of a connector with Mattia even in the crest religion.

However, there are many inconveniences as a result. If people get together, it is only natural that there will be a clash. Therefore, the personnel named Ann will be treasured, but as a matter of course, the troubles will also be carried.

That, I have no choice. Instead, Anne understands that it is only when she handles it well that her own value increases.

But the trouble here is always caused by him, Rugis.

- Heroes, is it still true that you prefer color?

Unexpectedly, Ann shrugged stupidity in her heart. Never, never speak. Once you say it, it goes into the wind even if it's trivial, and you don't know where it leaked. Anything that makes a negotiation its own, it doesn't do anything stupid like that.

But you'd be forgiven enough to whine in the back of your chest.

He, Rugis, has too many difficulties with women's relationships.

Nothing. Whether you get your hands on a lot of women, disrupt your relationship at night, Anne thinks you should like it. But then I want you to settle somewhere.

For example, I want you to distinguish between a proper wife and a concubine, or at least hold the reins enough to hold everyone together. In that case, it is not bad for me or for me to be a part of it, in order to say that any of them are flag heads.

Anyway, the leading man in crest teaching now has Rugis pulling out one head. Keeping him in is not a bad option, either, in order to make his place full.

Of course, I'd like you to be a little more calm for your taste.

Even in this case, yes. If you ask, you say you're going for a fumble walk at night, and you don't rent a horse and come straight home?

Really, I want you to give me a break. Sometimes he thinks about risking his life to throw himself out for people, sometimes he fits in and does what he thinks about people.

No, but is it still what heroes are? Because I can't read the behavior to others, I might call them heroes. Ann weighs her eyelids, narrows her eyes, but restores calm to her own mind.

Nevertheless, if he were to be temporarily gone, it would be difficult to treat them admiring him again. Not very much, but we can't report her to them without knowing where she is. That just makes the commotion darkless louder.

Keep your mouth shut for the gatekeeper, and report to one person. The opponent is his immediate boss, the Virgin Mattia. There is nothing wrong with reporting this matter if this Gallu Amalia, that is how she is the commander of the crest religion, and if she is always calm.

I thought so, and when I came in front of the office door, Anne stopped her legs a little. My fingertips, which are supposed to knock, shrink themselves.

Secondly, I felt that the talent of interpersonal negotiation sprouting in Ann was alarming.

Shouldn't this matter possibly end up in my own mind, at least illuminating the way to a resolution, and then report back to the Virgin Mattia?

I think so, but recently, Anne was slightly uncomfortable with the Virgin Mattia.

Something so slight that others don't feel it, that they feel it because it's Anne, who was always close by. That's enough that I don't mind telling you it's Ann's idea.

Use reason and intention to set guidelines and even calculate a person's emotions to make an action. At any given time, the manner in which the Virgin Matthia was present remained unchanged, and Anne has developed a sense of respect and empathy for Matthia's ways.

Exactly, I believe that's the quality that what leads people to have.

But Anne thinks so.

To that end, I do not see any more such calculations in the words of the Virgin Mattia against Rugis. Rather, the kind of rhetoric that throws you off somewhere is clearly not what Rugis deserves. Ann bites her lips slightly and runs her brain.

The human nature of him is hunger and thirst.

He's like a starving beast. He is starving for the dignity he cannot have and the words he is given by men. He whimpers in unquenchable thirst and hunger as the desert sand sucks water and dries up nowhere.

At least, Ann understood the existence of Rugis that way.

Then you can give it to him. You just have to give him a grace, a status of hero, and fill him up. In fact, that's all he does. Rather, it just doesn't work weird to get a drink.

And yet. Does the Virgin Mattia have any ideas? He wants to push Rugis away for some reason. That was the only thing that was stuck in Anne's chest that made her a thorn of concern.

- No, it can't be. Besides, not telling a boulder about him to the Virgin is lazy.

Ann put a lid on her own intuition. It is a manifestation of Anne's faith, trusting the Virgin over her own intuition. As such, the seriousness of not reporting the facts that happened to Mattia, the supervisor, was overwhelmed with actions that were unreasonable.

"Excuse me, Virgin Mattia. Lord Hero, I'm talking about Master Rugis..."

The doors are closed and words are exchanged several times.

- Gah, shah.

Within the walls of the Galuamaria castle, the sound of a slap of vitreous pieces echoed.