A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Keep his whereabouts and mine to yourself. It really seems like it, I don't mind making a good reason.

Largd-Ann was recalling orders over the Virgin given, in her closed eyelids.

The Virgin who followed Rugis to Belfein, even though she held him back. Ultimately, Ann believed the decision. I accepted that it was necessary for the Virgin. Anne still thinks that no matter how she scratches her feet, she is a believer in Mattia herself.

Therefore, the words received during the departure were also meant to be obedient.

Ann slowly opens her eyes as she cramps her eyelids. Silver eyes, and dark hair are dancing in my sight.

"Ann. Well done at Gallu Amalia and I was taken care of by you. If I can, I don't want to be disrespectful to threaten you - it's easy, just tell me where he's going, that's all."

It's a lie. Ann makes Karia whisper to that word that growls faster than usual.

If that's what you think from the bottom of your heart, why are you suppressed by the wall in the hallway? And why is Kalia's silver eye showing the fierceness of a raptor?

Off sight to escape that gaze, the invisible black eyes at the bottom of the fialert await. As for Ann, Fialert is much scarier than Kalia. Kalia is still a visible threat. It's horrible to be sworn, but I can understand the worst degree.

But Fialert isn't. I let the emotions I hold in me bury in my eyes. If that produces the worst possible result, it's not something I've figured out what causes it.

No, of course, there's no mistake that it would cause consequences that we both shouldn't have left alone.

In short, Ann was in a predicament. For having sheltered his lord, the Virgin Mattia and Rugis, who was no other.

"Well... even if I ask, I don't know where Master Rugis is going..."

Clouding the scene and leaking words to force it to be repaired. If only we could buy time, we could have two of them back in one piece. No, rather, Anne has no choice but to live up to that slight hope.

But the word was too brittle a thread to fix things.

"Yes, then, Virgin, I wonder where Mattia is. I'd like to wish you all the best right now."

Fialert spins flat words as she narrows her eyes.

Behind Ann's brain, I thought of the sight of thin threads being cut off. No, not this one. At least Fialert and possibly Kalia are beginning to grasp the majority of things. I'm here to prove it.

However, as a matter of fact, Anne doesn't know exactly where Rugis is either. I just believe that because Mattia said she was in Belfein. The truth is, he may just be sleeping somewhere. But, well, Anne also understands that she hasn't been back for two nights because of the boulder.

All this time here, a grudge against Rugis springs up in Anne.

Originally, that may need to be remembered by the Virgin Mattia, but there is no way Anne, who believes in Mattia, can do that. Only now, I couldn't have done it if I couldn't find a way to bump the emotion in my chest.

Why does Rugis just act selfish by pushing people to do what he doesn't do?

People say that when they can fall in love with someone, they tear themselves apart in two. One remains at his disposal, but one is offered to the person he falls in love with. Rugis must have taken both Kalia and Fialert's halves. Then at the very least, the reins are obligatory to grip. Of course, there will be an option to sever that scorching neck muscle, there will be an option to accept everything.

But it's out of the question to just take away half the body from people and throw out the reins. Love doesn't bother us at all. Decided to do a lot of damage to its surroundings.

Kalia, Fialert, and so Rugis are indisputable heroic masterpieces, even though ordinary human love is extremely annoying. Considering the impact of their love patterns, Ann stops speaking.

Ann twists her voice as she tightens her trembling lips and manages to fulfill her Lord's life.

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"The - Virgin Mattia, too, was now on her way to visit the surrounding villages"

Yes, to the whined Anne's words, the fialert dampens her lips. Well, I got an approximate idea in one word now.

Without a doubt, Anne is trying to shelter Mattia.

Even a fialert that is still poorly known when it comes to government is understandable. Whatever you think now, it's not the kind of time to let go of the affairs inside Galuamaria and then swallow up and welcome a visit to the village. Still, even Galuamaria, the main stronghold of the crest, is not ready for serious action.

There are mountains of order systems, organizational structures, arrangements with merchants, and maintenance. In it, there's nothing like Mattia needing to move herself, who was partitioning all of her affairs. That's a good story if you use Anne or her men. A woman named Mattia is highly calculated. I can be sure I'm not the one who can't work his head around it. Without a doubt, we are not going to inspect villages, etc. Anne is lying.

Then why does Anne need to shelter the Lord until she utters a lie? That's because I think that if I tell you, it will taste bad. Oh, I see. Virgin Mattia is with Rugis. Fialert understood that Ann's wolf was probably attributed there.

There are, of course, a few candidates for where those two are headed. But in light of the nature of Rugis, there is only one.

I can see the fine fingers of the fialert, the force caging from its pinky finger to its thumb, and the muscles of magic passing through.

Is it still not enough?

In the battle of the walled city of Galuamaria, he returned the favor he had received. Thank you for helping yourself. Thanks for showing me your ideals. So he took my own hand, thanks.

In the aerial garden Gaza, I thought I had succeeded. He lived up to his expectations, boasted of his own strength, and proved that he would not take the pull from the geniuses around him.

So I expected it. I was wondering if it was time you took my hand and said:

- I want you to follow me. I want to count on you from the bottom of my heart.

The more my back teeth seem to crack, the more I get eaten up. It conveys pain as if the heart had been protruded with several needles.

I'm sure Rugis doesn't think anything of me. Until I threw out everything of myself, I ran over to him and said I was based on him.

That's regrettable, sad, lamentable.

I am based in Rugis. So I want him to base himself on it, too. I know it's a past wish. Still, oh, would God blame you for still wishing? Do you bruise and laugh that there is no point in having casual expectations while you know you will be betrayed?

I know the world isn't interested in me. I don't care about that anymore. Even if the world doesn't turn, I want Rugis to turn around.

This time, too, I wasn't taken. On the contrary, he does not even speak to Kalia, and Rugis is with Virgin Mattia on that path.

I don't like it. I don't like not being picked anymore. I don't like being overlooked and turned to disappointment. Born into the prestigious Borgograd family, and once so abandoned, it is too much to bear.

The black eyes of the fialert stained more, more, black. A freezing cold head tells us where Rugis is.

There is no longer any point in hesitating.