A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Then let me tell you everything, as such, to my lord, Virgin Matthia. We have the crest to guide us."

A mercenary city, Berfein's envoy, leaks that word just before he takes his seat. Mattia shakes her lid that she is diligent to bother to bring to mind the celebrations of the Crest Religious.

I truncated it when I didn't let it down in my heart, and I never put the word through my ear to the end, and I nodded.

"Yeah, let's move on positively. so that each other's future can be better. God must want that too."

To put that word to the border, the talks with Belfein are over. After the messenger walks away, Mattia breathes deeply, pointing her lips as she brings her shoulders to the chair.

Now, first of all, you should have given the impression that you were even willing to form an alliance. My eyebrows drop and my gaze intensifies unknowingly. It cannot be that Belfein will not consider it at all, either, whether he believes it or not. Let's buy some time with this.

If we cut off the alliance's meeting now, the relationship between Immediate Gallu Amalia and Belfein will be in a state of tension. In that case, the rest will only lead to clashes between nature and force.

If it was meant to be, that's not a bad choice either.

Rather, it would be useful for the unity of the will of the Church, which still has an unbridled part. The existence of a clear enemy only takes away people's eyesight and scratches and beats their enthusiasm when it is darkless. Nothing could be more thankful for the organization.

But now it doesn't taste good. It doesn't taste good, it does.

Mattia leaks her exhale to calm herself, fingers through her slender, long stretched hair and carefully wraps it up briefly.

Naturally, if we become nervous, we become actively hostile, broiling and cutting off the secret detectives and scouts that would be sending us into each other's cities.

Now make it still Mattia, make it Berfein, and to some extent it's a situation where we accept and miss each other's secret detectives.

The prelude, which has no significant information about each other, explores the belly first and sets the direction for the future. This does not change even in disputes between states. Therefore, unless there is so much to be done, now I am staring at the fact that a secret detective will not be able to strangle him.

If we keep our alliance on the line for a little longer, Rugis' life infiltrated Berfein should also be prolonged.

No, is that a wish? Mattia narrowed her eyes as she put her fingers through her hair.

Rugis is not exactly a spy or a scout, and so to speak, one of the major shocks of creed teaching. If you know that, you could be cut off immediately, even if you know that your relationship with this one has deteriorated. Again, we must hurry.

Mattia's act simply created a buffer period. period of time not attacking each other but exploring trends. But it also goes on thin ice, and it is understandable to even toddlers that it will collapse any day.

I mean, if we're gonna take action, right now, right now, right now.

Mattia rises out of her seat, constantly getting her hair done, putting together the hair that was rocking the universe and finishing it.

I thought it was my intention to lengthen my hair like this.

Long and beautiful hair is a testament to nobility. In an area with such silly thoughts, beautifully groomed Mattia's hair was often helpful. Sometimes he became a nobleman and negotiated.

I'm sure this hair will come in handy in the future. I can't have my hair cut off right now. Therefore, it is knitted around the back of the head and trimmed so that it is not damaged.

With that said, I wonder what kind of hair he likes. Without any intention, fuzzily and naturally, such an idea was on my mind.

"Excuse me, Virgin Mattia, but there's no major confusion in the city at the moment - Master Mattia?

Ann walks into the reception room with the parchment in her arms, eyes round and stares at Mattia.

For a moment, Ann shakes her eyes as she blinks her eyelashes, just as she didn't know who was standing there.

Mattia distorts her lips in a way that seems strange to Ann.

"What is it, Ann? I just got my hair done a little bit. It must be me, yeah, who else?"

He rolls his words and flatters his shoulders because he looks as if even a stranger had seen him.

In fact, Mattia has never been exposed to anything like this, either in public or in private. I do feel uncomfortable when I look at myself in the mirror. For a moment, I'm going to doubt if that figure really is me.

But that's more convenient.

"Ann, will you close the key and get makeup ready? The office... yeah, I can't use the mirror"

Kohon, giving instructions to Ann as she toned her voice, and sitting back in the reception chair again. The only thing that has a big look is this reception room, except for the office. This was the most convenient place to get familiar.

But wait a minute. None of them have heard back from Anne. At the end of the day, what is it? Mattia twirls her eyes and points her gaze at Ann.

There, the look of Anne with her cheeks clamped. It even looks blue. Is it not doing well? That's a lot of trouble. Anyway, Anne has to work on her behalf temporarily from now on.

"Ah, of... Virgin, Mattia. Of course, I will follow your instructions. What are you doing with your hair makeup...?

Now it was Mattia's turn to round her eyes. Ann has noticed a lot and is a person with a turning head. that, I can say is more sensitive when it comes to people's movements.

That's why the current inquiry came as no surprise to Mattia. Besides that, my actions are only inevitable.

There was no shame in it, no cover-up, and lightly, the word leaked out my lips.

"What are you talking about? - I'm ready to infiltrate Belfein myself."

As a matter of course, Ann's blue face became even bluer when she released the words. It seems to have caught my blood, and my skin, which was white from the source, looks extra white.

"Virgin, Mattia. That shouldn't be all. It is unacceptable for me, a boulder, to be in danger!

It was a rare, Anne's word of disobedience. Unexpectedly, Mattia's lips tremble.

Anne is a Matthia admirer who recognizes herself.

Therefore, Ann tried to move Mattia's words as far as possible into action. Even if it is an act that endangers one's life or position.

Of course, even if we sometimes make recommendations, that is to the extent of adding an opinion. First of all, there can be no confrontation. A human being named Ann is not, in a sense, a believer in the crest religion. He is a follower of the Virgin Matthia.

That Ann, now, is against Mattia's word. Unexpectedly, Mattia felt a palpitation run into her own heart. What has never been possible is that less upset paralyzes the spine at the fact that it is happening in front of you.

And yet. Mattia felt her thoughts rush through her brain so quickly that she didn't.

"- Ann, I understand your words. I'm glad to hear that."

It's the undisputed heart of Mattia. Anne, who has only followed herself until now, is conflicting with me because of her own problems. That's how many people can do that.

Many humans can only do what they want to do to stop by the trees. If the great tree lets itself loose, it will just shake like the great tree, and it cannot be supported or held back.

But Ann wasn't. After all, she has a rare talent. Something that can be described as the genius of a king, who can support the Lord and sometimes provoke opposing words.

Therefore, Mattia does not hide her true heart, but spins her words.

"But there is no longer a respite. Rugis, if you're letting one of him infiltrate Belfein, the danger just expands. I'll go directly and bring him back."

At the end of Ann's eyes, even tears are no longer overflowing. Still, the edge of the eyebrow is raised to the temperament, and the lips tighten firmly.

"That's all, it can't be. Sure, it's only with knowledge that he has a dangerous place. But - he's only a replacement general, so to speak. Virgin Mattia, you are the king! If you die, it'll all end there! Think about what that means………"

Mattia held Ann's voice deep in her chest, which no longer echoed in tears and in the reception room.

That's how my eyes shake. Mattia's righteous face had a smile of mercy and a look that seemed to be demonic.