A Wish to Grab Happiness

When I woke up in the morning, the sun was slightly higher. It's noon.

Layer the rum remaining in the ceramic onto your lips and swallow in a breath. On a day when I couldn't get sleepy, this was the best. For Blooder, it was almost like routine.

For years, I haven't slept well. So I decided to drink all the time. A cloudy rum pours down my throat. The worse the quality rum, the more my head ached but I put it on for immediate sleep.

I was told many times that I would die prematurely. He was also advised that he could not die in a busy manner. But that's all right. I've never wanted to live long or die in peace on my bed.

That's about it, it was a very unviable day if you didn't live long enough to throw everything away. I thought maybe he did, too.

Still asleep on a cheap bed, watching a man. There is no such thing as how anything happens. Well, that's convenient. Here, too, is something called preparation.

The first name is Rugis, a traitor belonging to the crest religion, a rumor of a great sinner, but I don't think so. Wouldn't it rather be the wrong person? Because that attitude without looking over there is the reason.

Be ruler of Belfein and guardian, Princess Iron and Steel Vestalinu. Throwing a curse at her, etc., is no longer all I want to die for. Of course, be a blooder. I can't tell you about people.

Besides that, the only word I can think of that zero out at the end of that drunkenness last night.

- Removing both wheels of Berfein, one of them. That's all.

The moment I heard it, the edge of my ear swayed slightly. I remember my brown hair jumping in my sight. How far, are you serious? Is it close to stupidity after nausea, or is it a word that crawled out of the depths of my heart? That's what I don't know. I was wondering if you should ask.

But either way, it is thoughtless or it is the thought of those who want to give up their lives.

The city of Belfein seems cumbersome, elaborate, simple and intricately crafted. There are no gaps that a single mercenary can attach.

In the end, Bruder thinks this guy and Rugis will be the same. He seems to have some arms, but that's why I don't see how he can do this city. Nor does that expression bring to mind what the mighty man seems to have confidence in.

Then he must be dreaming. Dreams that are comfortable and that only you can have.

If I'm just dreaming, can I go out with him, Bruder thinks. Dreams, you just have to look at them as much as you like. Whether you want it or not, because any of them will no longer even be able to dwell on that dream, giving up everything in it and even trying to let go of living.

Myself, yes, myself, I'm sure, yes. Bruder washes his face with rum, whilst making the floorboards snap. A big sigh seemed to come in from the back of my chest.

I have too little energy to live in this world. Walk through the days without meaning, eat rice without meaning, drink and sleep without meaning.

It's just that, that's all life is. Life is inert itself.

He was betrayed by a man his father once called his best friend, who lost his life and dignity and, at the same time, himself and his sister and everything. Since that day, this life has not changed.

Vengeance envies a man who can burn his heart out like a melting mine. I don't even have that kind of energy left, I just have the inertia to live my days for nothing.

Furu, Bruder's nose trembles. A different smell came from the room. That also becomes a big sigh. When I looked at the bed, there was still Rugis with his eyelids closed.

How could I have stayed with someone like that? A man has never stayed with a woman, of course. No, rather, I was willing to accommodate someone, I never was. Why?

Whatever that was, it didn't surprise Bruder. More importantly, it's about me, so it's extra.

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When I slowly opened that lid, Bruder was already not in that room. The sun no longer climbed from the east, but by the time it was time to lean to the west, I could tell I'd been asleep for a long time.

I don't think I was tired. Sometimes, strangely, the sleeper attacks me. A defect passed through his throat and leaked out of his lips.

It's hard to say I got a favorite reply from Bruder last night. Keep thinking, squeal to the point. I let the words swallow with the rum as they were.

I don't know what he thought and didn't leak the word. Of course, there are still times when I don't trust you, and I understand that tilting this city itself is not an easy request to snort at.

I could see my stomach shaking slowly. In the body, there is a gut rumbling. A strange anxiety was dancing in my heart. Oh, well, you're anxious, I am.

Now I know what I'm doing here. Even if I wasn't conscious, he still relied on Bruder somewhere unconscious.

A former friend, companion, and one who led me ahead. I see. Too much to rely on.

I'm sorry for that.

I should have come here alone to show you what makes you a hero. You must have come to Belfein to step on the ground with your own feet and get something in this hand.

But I didn't know I was counting on him. Oh, my God, there's nothing unusual about that. Same as it used to be in this one. It's no different than when you let Bruder die in the abyss of death.

I don't like it. After all, it seems that human beings are not something that will change quickly. Rather, isn't it proof that the fact that we are asking Bruder here does not in itself change anything?

The corner of my head hurts dull. He even had a distorted grin on his cheek as self-loathing as he chooses to kill his chest.

No, you can't. He got really sick. I feel weird today at all times. They're stuck in the room, and nothing good is going on.

Such a fold, gibberish, and the door of the lodging rings. Apparently, that one was knocked. That didn't sound very good.

"Customers. Your company is waiting for you. I won't be here any time soon."

Grandma's crouched voice from the other side of the door said so somewhere depressingly.

When it comes to taking him, I know it's about Blooder, but it's rare.

As long as he waits for people, he's the kind of man who would go forward and forward on his own, and as long as I was killing time in my dreams, it doesn't seem like he'd wait for me.

But I can't make you wait any longer than you called me.

I don't know what the hell kind of face to put together right now, but I'm talking about him anyway, he must be going for a drink, even if it's still dangerous to walk outside.

Well, then that still clears my mind. I thought so, leaving the small dirty room with the floorboards moistened.

Prostitution Inn is something that I use to spend no money on Loc, so I feel like there's a tree called a tree that's just a door on the floor. Even at night, that makes so much noise that I can't sleep anymore. I also figured out what it meant for an empty room to be offered for rent for a cheap price.

While weaving his jacket, his eyes narrowed with a light extension.

That figure standing at the front door enters my eyes. There's nothing else waiting for you. Grandma glanced at me. I see, indisputably, that person is the one who waited for me.

"- As always, you're in a good position. I thought I'd left alone, so I thought you'd go to bed in a place like this until noon."

She wraps her long hair around the back of her head, without hiding Rin's eyes, but even a slight grin. It's not a mistake. Never.

The head of the crest religion, their flag, and the figure of the Virgin Mattia were there, too, out of place.

That place, a whorehouse, that doesn't look too good on her. But still, she does not lose her shine, but rather highlights its existence.

I see. The moment I saw that look, I realized. Now I'm, apparently, hitting the worst.