A Wish to Grab Happiness

"- I hate your place like that. Now and ever."

Exhalation attempts to leak out of your lips, pushing you straight back into your tightly closed teeth.

I'm half-body now, with my sword on my back. One action, so that you can stop the other person from breathing.

After standing up, the shoulder stops the movement. Neither his knees nor his arms, on the contrary, his entire body was trying to show movement. That doesn't change Bruder either.

As if the surrounding time itself had stopped, when it was me and Bruder, it was still.

Through my throat, my spit slips off. Winning or losing is for a moment. I am convinced that if the sword and long needle are waved here now, the eyelids will settle in an instant. A cold wind stroked my cheek.

Without showing any changes on the surface, the heart rings its beat loud once. Look at this situation now, and ask me why, this is happening.

That's not what I figured out myself. However, there was no doubt in itself that I was shallow everywhere. Once upon a time, just because you put your hands together and deposited your life doesn't mean you can put your hands together again this time. Why couldn't I think so? They say it's only to that extent, such as connecting people.

Whatever it is, it is with Kalia, Fialert, and Eldis, who were in conflict on their previous journeys. Where there was the opposite, it's not strange at all.

So I don't know why we're in this conflict here and now. I don't know the hang-up. But there is only one thing that is certain in this situation.

Once a friend, a fellow worker, Bruder is now clearly hostile to me. That's all I'm saying when I'm here to take this life.

The breath rises into the sky as it turns white.

"That's a strange word. It's like you knew me. Have you become a celebrity, me too?"

That voice I miss, released as I let my lips lick my light mouth. But while you release the word, you don't show anything like relaxation. Bruder also no longer has a clear intent to kill in his eyes.

The distance between us is over. My sword can jump Bruder's neck, poke him and pull out his heart. Bruder's long needle can easily choke and slaughter my steeple again, if that's the distance, within a moment.

To compete for it, Bruder says. Trying to gauge its speed on top of the scale.

He is a man of exaltation at these acts of exposing his life to trenches. A man who can easily throw his life away. I am absolutely confident that for some reason. He said he couldn't lose. Failure is unlikely.

I was both jealous and jealous of Bruder. Envy and jealousy are the opposite. Respect and jealousy are similar to being applied to the same item.

If I tell you, Bruder is not a genius or anything. Originally born qualities are not far from heroes. Without the temper to pierce the entire body as sharply as Kalia did, neither the gift of jumping the Orphan held by Fialert nor the violent power of Erdis are in its hands.

To put it badly, everywhere is mediocre itself. Not unlike me. So, of course, having immersed my mind in the beauty of those geniuses to the details of my spirit, I can't afford to be pressured by a blueder in such a time.

Plus I understood with an earlier blow. Bruder's power has not shown as great a difference as it once did. In a way, that's natural, though.

The talent of a human being named Bruder is extremely close to me, which is why there is no exaggeration when it comes to having hands with me. Genius only admits to being one's companion at all times. Ordinary husbands are scorched by genius heroes, and it is still normal to be one of them beside them.

The same goes for Blooder. Not very much, but I don't think its power and talent can be confident.

Yes, it was supposed to be. I wonder why Bruder, in this way, can lift his life. I guess I can have my heart as my thing and a confident look. That's what I envied. As such,

- Giy, n!

Everywhere, I hated it. Yeah, a guy named me, he's still an endless little guy.

No, there's no signal. Just overlapped each other's breathing, at that point.

The sound of a needle penetrating a space and drilling a hole. The sound of a sword running and iron ringing echoes across the back streets.

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The mercenary city of Belfein had a different order of fascination than any other city.

That must be adhered to, the law of steel, for Berfein, which brings together many rough and crude humans.

That is, the presence of her is absolute. Therefore, she is the law.

but the sound of the iron rubbing properly sounds on the boulevard. Its appearance that wraps the armor of steel around its body and rides around the horse-shaped warcraft.

The back length is so high as not to be thought of as a woman that it does not bitter anything that is skinny, or its wrapped iron or steel. The facial expression changes are scarce and the eyes flutter like looking up into the sky.

Who was the first person to start calling me that? This is what people call her, the only daughter of Lord Berfein and the guardian of the city, who holds the reins of the Warcraft.

Princess Iron and Steel, a follower of iron, Belfein itself, Vestalinu-Gorn.

Wrapping herself in steel, she lays iron armor on the horse-shaped warcraft pulling the reins, accompanied by multiple squires behind her, while she loosens the streets and walks loosely. Normally the noise sounds and the streets of Belferia scratching their ears are also quiet all this time, and that is how everyone naturally gives way to her.

And some feared her, and some admired her, and some neglected her. But I dare not get involved with each other, and I pave the way.

Undisputed, she was a symbol of the reign of this city.

It is, of course, her father who is in charge of substantive affairs, but it is undoubtedly Vestalinu-Gorn who is struck as a pile of iron at the heart of the inhabitants of the city, making them drool their heads.

The reason is simply and unequivocally that the presence of Vestalinu is a fear per se for the inhabitants of the city.

The city is ruled by both the brainy father and his daughter-in-law, Vestalinu. The horse-shaped warcraft, also thought to be a monster, whose hooves only sounded, and the criminal hiding himself in the back road shook his spine as if it had been stroked by steel.

- Giy, n!

Ha, ha, a horse that was proceeding with a noise reminiscent of the weight stops the hoof. A slight hissing crept down the street.

The blurry eyes of Princess Iron and Steel grow stronger. Now what I've heard is indisputable, the joining sound of iron and iron. At least on this street, there are no blacksmiths. Besides, it wasn't a beautiful sound you could hear in a blacksmith. It's cloudy somewhere, that sound.

Street dwellers, mercenaries, unexpectedly, howl their throats and lurk the sound. Everyone doesn't want her to have eyes on Vestalinu. This city called Belfein is prone to rough stuff, but if it enters her consciousness, it's not a story.

Princess Iron and Steel stared at me and laid eyes on me. That's all bad reviews turn life in this city into something difficult.

What Vestalinu sees and hears. That's the joining sound of iron and iron. A testament to deceit. To eliminate those who cause disturbances in Belfein. Vertarine, a follower of iron, will never miss the sound of it.

Kuru, Vestalinu gently pulls the reins to the right and turns the horse's head toward the source of the sound. The squires who follow behind do not try to pinch anything. Because they understand, too.

Vestalinu is the absolute in this city, and that forcing his mouth into that policy is tantamount to riding himself out before the Iron Sword.