A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Rugis, it's time for you to be proud of yourself.

Both cheeks were supported by hand, with the eyes of Virgin Mattia directly in front.

The voice that is emitted by trying to pick words from those lips is strangely emotional and doesn't seem like a calm girlfriend anywhere. Speaking of which, at the time of my trip to Belfein, I think I've already lost something called girliness.

I thought I would respond to what was said, even to me, because I was confident and proud.

Words like that that overflow the scene, as they always do. I'm sure that's the easiest, easiest to understand. Thank you for your concern at the end of the story. But it would be perfect.

But my throat was cut dry by a burn, and the words didn't come out lightly. Even if I try to push Mattia out of my body, my hands can't move at all. The eyelids cramp like paralyzed, causing the fever to cage. An unknowingly swallowed spit stroked his throat and said:

Again, you can't do that. I can't afford to flush it.

Mattia's eyes, look straight at the crystal that stared at this one, and you'll understand. She is now spitting out sincere words everywhere. Unmixed, if you dare to say it, it's really not like her, she's pointing direct words at me.

It's just too embarrassing to let your shoulders drift through. I don't respect people too much. I'm sorry about that.

Respect. Respect. If Virgin Mattia treats me with respect like I do here, I should also respond with respect.

Two hands that didn't move, move. Those two hung on Mattia's shoulder. Now from me, stare straight into her eyes.

"I don't know, do I look so, like I don't have dignity or confidence, Virgin?"

Good, I can't make words. It's also difficult to fix. Maybe Mattia's hands on both shoulders were shaking sadly.

"Yeah, not at all. I wonder what happens to people, Rugis."

It was a quick answer. As always, the gaze through this one remains the same.

Oh, my God. What is wrong with the Virgin today? They're not going to build one escape route here, it's a tough one.

But being proud and confident is a hard thing to say.

It's nothing. I can't do anything, and I'm not throwing everything away by saying so.

I understand. He grabbed the hands of Kalia-Birdnick and Fialert-la-Borgograd, once natural enemies, and cut them off with hero Hert-Stanley in the walled city of Galuamaria. Thus, in the aerial garden Gaza, we overcame Finn-Largeas, king of the elves, and as a result we are here now.

What a glorious feat for me. Very hard to believe. So much so that I don't think I can be satisfied enough anymore with this.

But, oh, still,

"I don't have a choice. I admire you. To the hero, it's burning. You might be fooled, but that's why you're here."

I walked in on the back of a hero at all times.

They go the glorious path. They who grab the glory into their hands and take it for granted. How much that back makes people scorch. How much does it attract people?

They were, while heroes were my enemies, objects of vision. Even if you know you're not as talented as they are.

That's why I don't think I should be content, no matter what I accomplish or how far I go. If my heart had been filled with it, I'm sure my legs would stop there. If that happens, I'm sure it won't reach them anymore.

Oh, I suppose so. My heart is burning to the depths of my chest.

During that journey of salvation, this heart had been taken away by the heroes. To Helt-Stanley, to Kalia-Birdnick, Fialert-La-Borgograd and Eldis. And so, to my thinker Arueno.

Though the one who lives in this body has been torn apart and scattered, he has been crushed and no longer has any traces. Still, I was in a hurry with them.

"- I am, I am anxious, Virgin Mattia. If you have confidence and dignity, your legs will stop where they are, and a little man named me will end up there."

So in the end, I guess that's why I can't be confident and proud.

If you understand that something is at hand, the average person will stick to it. If you get tired of being worthy of yourself, you won't be able to move on from there.

I'm far from being a hero. If I don't tell myself that I haven't gotten one yet, I'm sure this leg will stop unusually.

Rather, I believe that if we do not throw ourselves into danger, the ordinary person is something that we will no longer be able to work with.

Thus, as a result of his failure to act without regard for danger, he gave himself weight to reason, and the result was:

- I'm in awe that it's what I used to be. If I stop my legs that way, I'm frightened that it will happen again.

That's right. Look at me, Mattia makes me shake my cheek for a second. As it was, he gave a grin that rippled his lips.

"I know. I understand that you are such a person."

Yes, as soon as Mattia came up with the words. Whatever it was, my heart appeared like a shyness.

In retrospect, what the hell am I doing hitting her with an unusual emotion? I don't care if I respond sincerely, I don't need to show it inside my chest. What the hell is that? Shame on you. Shame on you. Oh, totally, stop that weird grin.

I turn away, trying to shine without a thing, shake Mattia's hands off. Then he put both arms on his neck, not his cheeks. It's like Mattia hugging me, such a good fit.

What the hell is this?

"- Let's take it sweetly. That you have to be. Rest assured, when you're about to stop, I'm sure I'll give you a hand. Because it's my way of managing it."

So feel free to be proud. Yes, the words whispered in my ear were strangely gentle and somewhat emotional.

I don't know about management, but does it mean that she cares? Totally, I don't know what I'm going to care about up here, but I'm going to feel sorry for you. But I see this is the guy called the Virgin.

Big, exhaling, lips open.

"- Is that okay? If I'm confident and proud, I could be a royal nobleman."

Including a laugh, that word. I'm not kidding, I didn't recieve it. I just thought that dialogue like this was really more like me. In his ear, he heard Mattia's slight grin.

Moments, uh, eyes blink.

A carriage, which was out of consciousness but often stopped its legs on the boulevard, put up its hooves and drove away. Nothing, no way. It's a common sight for carriages to go down the boulevard, and it's not worth highlighting.

Just for a moment, I felt a golden hair coming through that window. I've seen it before, its color.

- Arueno.

Impossible. She should be at Cathedral Headquarters now. I can't even get my legs to this place.

But why not?

My heart, once calm, had a strange palpitation.