A Wish to Grab Happiness

"If I am the crown that guides us all, Rugis, you are the sword. There's no exchanging it."

Boulevard in Belfein. Now, in the evening when people are most neglected. If we lean a little further into the night ahead, the mercenaries will overflow on their way home from work.

Slight silence persists. Mattia intertwined her gaze as if she had no choice but to say so, in front of Rugis, who looked somewhere bewildered.

With these words, I understood that Rugis would expose his upset and get stuck in words. But it was also a word I have to tell you now.

Rugis, it's missing. That was Mattia's understanding of Rugis.

Nothing can be done, and by the time it is pathological, its soul is stubbornly shredded to pieces. I don't know why. I don't even know what's going on. But that didn't matter to Mattia. What he needs now is not to be explored for the past, but to be given. In this way, make up for the missing parts.

Just as Ann felt the nature of Rugis even slightly, Mattia was also beginning to take something close to its essence, even if she still didn't know much about him.

"The crown and the sword make no sense to exist in division. Both of which are indicative of royalty. If one side steps off, the other side collapses too"

Whether we are together or off the road, there are only two ways to go. Yes, as she rocked her lips and brought her body closer to Rugis, Mattia was feeling something like itching running through her spine.

Doesn't look good. Mattia felt that no matter how she scratched her feet, such as sweet dialogue with herself or words that labored others, she wouldn't look good.

Especially against Rugis, like he's been sprinkling scattered poison. Even so, I have zeroed the words out of my lips as if I had now returned my palm flat.

Shame. An undisputed emotion of shame is now biting Mattia's chest.

Of course, it's easy to say these words if you're in front of a building. I'm used to working and mercifying people because of my intentions. If that's the extent of it, let's do as many as we can.

But this can't be called pre-construction. Now Mattia is opening her mouth and spitting out her words as her emotions shake. I've never experienced anything like this before. Mattia's cheeks stained like they were lit by the sunset.

As a Virgin, I have only spoken to people locally in words through the Virgin's mask. If so, I thought that once I removed my mask, it was something I couldn't think of earlier, such as words. Even so, now, Mattia herself surprisingly, words come to my chest from next to next.

"Ahhh... but I don't care if I have to take anything to a place like this. I'd be safer alone anyway."

Rugis slips words down his throat in agony. That seemed more like a lightning up than an excuse, and Mattia unknowingly rippled her lips.

"No, how dangerous it is for you to be alone. You must like the steep road. I don't think so, Galua, Amalia, or Gaza. I think you were beside the danger at all times."

So is the duel in Gallu Amalia. Let's make it an unscrupulous solo act in Gaza. In any case, it seems that Rugis' actions are far from reckless and safe to scorn himself.

"I see, that's a tough road... it must be. But still, I just came home safe."

You're the only one who can call it safe, and Mattia's lips move at will. Safe is just a habit where life is safe, and every hour is in the habit of returning full of creativity.

Until now, that's okay.

Even if Rugis makes a fool out of himself, hurts, and gets bloody, if that's for the crest, you can do whatever you want. Instead, I thought you wouldn't mind me dying after a great deal of success at the end. That way, later, both heroization and deification will remain as you wish. After he dies, I can use him to the marrow of his remains. That's what I was thinking.

But now, it wasn't. At least, for Mattia, no.

"You're too dangerous. I don't even know that. I'm sure you remember saying these words... to someone else."

Really, I can't help it. With that seeping through, Mattia draws Rugis' shoulders. It was done with strange force, not having to say whether or not.

"- Okay, good advice. Words are hard to understand. I don't have enough."

Say it, Rugis nods. That's how I gently pulled Mattia, looking slightly out of her sight.

Mattia pointed her lips out that if she understood, she wouldn't have to pull herself apart.

And I don't know what to say, but I definitely don't know. Even if he throws so many words at me, he won't even know that he'll take care of himself.

It can also be seen from the actions that have taken place since it reached this city. How easily did Mattia find out where he was when she gathered his information? The ease made me unnecessarily anxious in Mattia.

He wondered how far he was blunt in his existence. He even seems blind at the bottom of his consciousness that no one is supposed to care about him rather than underestimate himself. Fialert to Karia, and even Elf's princess, Eldis, said she was shyly inclined to consciousness.

Besides, the same goes for the earlier words. I don't have it, etc.

Mattia knows this is not the time to ask questions. As soon as possible, we should be ready for the Belfein escape. But...

"Rugis, I'll say it again. Listen, do not forget."

Put your hands on his misguided face and turn to the front. When I was told that, I could only count that I stared directly in the front at Rugis's face, which was sometimes twisted somewhere.

Mattia's throat is about to get clogged as she steps out of her mouth to release all the words. Something called embarrassment was the thought that brought me back to my chest. Mattia's lips were opened several times, and that's how I said it as I tried to pick out the words.

"I don't know if you remember. But I remember. You saved my life in Gallu Amalia."

That's an unshakeable fact. I was thankful and resentful for that. It is also true that complex emotions are still swirling there.

"That's the same thing with the crest religion itself, it keeps being saved by you. Maybe the crest teachings, and that's how Virgin Mattia is. Without you, I might not have stood here right now - in other words, you were my gospel itself"

But that's why I have to tell you something. Save people. Now it must be disrespectful to go through humility to repeat things that degrade you.

"Is that good, Rugis? Nothing on your own, it will be easy to imagine, immerse yourself in the delicacies of sentiment."

Slowly, as I say. Try to shatter the words and tell them. Not only with your voice, but with your gaze, at a body temperature that grabs your cheeks.

I know a lot about words that don't suit me. But if she is called the Virgin, she must play as brilliantly as she did at this time.

"But that's never a risky path. A steep path is a path that takes everything but hard to move forward - Rugis, it's time for you to be proud of yourself."

Or, if you prefer a sweet path with nothing, let go of that word, and there was a short silence.

But now even in silence, Rugis does not turn a blind eye, and he looks to Mattia still. The color shown in his eyes was not confusion or agitation, it was something else.

Carriages howl past the streets at dusk.