A Wish to Grab Happiness

The treasure sword draws a purple line, rips off a piece of Bruder's neck skin, and stops. No, I had to stop. The hidden needle that was planted on Bruder's wrist pierces my chest slightly.

Each other, we can't move. If we take the next step, each other's lives will get out of our bodies, in such a narrow space,

"- Both of you, put down your weapons now. Even your stupidity will tell you that it leads to the best results."

Heavy-duty voices echo in the back streets, like heaving the air itself.

That, undoubtedly, must have been directed at me and Bruder. I felt weighed down by that voice, from my own stomach to the exhalation that was exhaled.

Sounds familiar, a voice. That voice, like slapping on the spine, must belong to the steel princess Vestalinu, whom I once listened to.

Tastes bad. Too bad.

Getting eyes on her here is the worst way to go. If that happens, whatever I do in Belfein, her eyes will stick.

Let's not, putting up weapons here is a far cry from wise, a choice that goes hand in hand with smart.

Make that a blooder. Same thing. For him, based in Berfein, there is no such thing as hostility to Princess Steel.

"Are you a mercenary, or a vagrant? Stop spending your spare time here for no reason."

That's a word that contains a weight that doesn't say yes or no. It had the strength not to tolerate objections. Naturally, what we have to do is not rebel against the word, but put our weapons down here and swear not to lie flat on her.

Oh, yeah. What matters now is whether Princess Iron or Steel is right or wrong. The important thing here is that she's the only daughter of a lord, an upper-class person, and we must be inferior commoners.

Even if it makes sense this way, it means you have to kneel down to her. We are rulers, Steel Princess Vestalinu, people like her must be rulers.

Speaking of which, did the same thing happen when I visited Belfein before? Her chillness at that time and her gaze of contempt, I remember very well.

But, well, I have no choice. That's what it is. Class is power in itself. Something that can't be overridden by nature. Recently, I had completely forgotten. Too much, because there were too many things beside them with different ranks. There were too many people who respected and respected people like me.

Bluder and for a moment, the gaze overlaps. And so, without blinking, we slowly and unwittingly drew our weapons from each other. This is the right way, the right way.

"It would be good. Don't let each other get wasted in Belfein again - the vagabonds just pollute Belfein."

I see. I don't even hear this name. Attitudes such as the presence of this one and not even on the edge of the eye.

No, it's convenient. That's how rough it is, but just right. Otherwise, all my muscles will collapse. This one's right, great, there's nothing wrong with it. It should be.

And yet. I don't know. My heart has so much heat that it's about to melt. The nail chooses its own flesh, and the spine burns and spills blood.

Humiliation. Oh, even humiliation. Now I'm like being launched into a dark, cold coast. The body is frozen in the cold deprived of its dignity and boiled in disgrace when it comes to the inside.

Princess Iron and Steel, the Vestalinu guy hasn't even put it on his teeth like me. He thinks it doesn't matter what we fight for. I haven't found any meaning there. No matter how much pride Me and Bruder are betting, no matter how determined they are to rise and wave their swords, the words say it doesn't matter.

Didn't I come back at this hour to never taste such humiliation again? Weren't you here to never let anyone step on you again?

Even so, I am still forced to bow my head to the daughter of a lord in such a city. Oh, I have to thank her.

I knew exactly what I hadn't gotten as yet at the end of the day. From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you.

The Warcraft Horse of the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu turns her back to the back street with her neck turned. There's no use in this kind of thin, dirty place anymore. I didn't even need to fit in that sight, and yes, my hooves rang loud as I told you.

"- He looks down on me right away. He said the only way to wear iron is to wear it, yeah?

Two words overlapped. Word savings are different, and the choice of words is different in detail. However, the tone of the voice and the heat contained did not change at all.

Me and I, and I totally stood up beside you, Bruder's voice. It was never loud, but it was a clear voice that reached Princess Iron and Steel's back.

The voice, tingly, rocks the spine of Princess Iron and Steel. That face, for a moment, looked back at this one.

That's how I said it with a grin I couldn't imagine from the look on my usual iron.

"- I remember your faces very well. Don't ever think you can live in peace here again."

Tell him that's all, so he doesn't take our sales words, he doesn't buy them, he just bites them. As it was, Princess Iron and Steel slowly followed the back street so that she could be rocked by the horse.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

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"I don't remember you treating yourself like a smartass, either. It's pretty stupid, too."

I was invited to board a safe house in a whorehouse in Negijo by Bruder.

But this guy, he used to be based in the same place, do you like whorehouses? For that matter, I had never seen him buy spring. Elbow unknowingly and narrow your eyes.

He said he was after his life earlier, and now he's breathing in the same room like this. What a strange thing. Is this the same kind of pity? At any rate, we are now blinded to each other by the ruling Iron and Steel princess of this city. Normally just wrapping crumbs around a liquor store, both mercenaries admiring Princess Iron and Steel could be targeted for their lives.

"Oh, oh. I know exactly what I'm talking about. I've never been smart in my life."

No matter what you think, you're a big idiot.

Whatever you do, the situation sucks. Why did you open your mouth like that, I... That doesn't make sense. No validity, no shards of wisdom. It's like stepping into a mud yourself. Really stupid, I am.

"Hey, that's certainly not a good word. But I don't hate it. It wasn't a bad word."

That seemed like Bruder's honest words. He didn't say much, including somewhere else, but among other things, he had a particularly straight mouth.

Bruder says with a zero grin, as he adds as he rattles his throat, at least he doesn't seem to have the small resourcefulness to use and crush people.

Whatever, it's a subtle way to gain credibility. I wonder if it's quite unusual to be trusted when you know you can't.

There are no chairs in the room, and all that looks like furniture is a table and a nasty bed. So while we had no choice but to sit on each other's beds, Bruder lifted his cheeks and tilted his hat. The hand is pouring cheap rum into the pottery.

Keep it up, he won't open his mouth. It was just like standing still, waiting for something. This kind of trick is good when he's telling you, let's listen to him.

Whatever, he seems to be the right fit. He thought it was a disgrace to hear stories such as not asking once.

I miss it. I show my teeth and leak words as I remember once. The glossy voice of a woman who excelled in commerce from around her was echoing.

"Bruder, if you're still going to stay in this city, like I said, I want to hire you as a mercenary."

A rum thrown through my mouth burns my throat. Oh, you really like poor quality liquor, this guy.

"The contents - removing both wheels of Berfein, one of them. That's all."

Tingling, Bruder's narrow eyes can be seen opening. The agitation of what you're talking about and how you answered is shaking your eyes.

But I already knew the answer. With some shaking of his thoughts, his mind should be cut off.

Anyway, my old friend Bruder, the reason he stays in Belfein is because it matches my thoughts as they are.