A Wish to Grab Happiness

I have a headache, like a stab with a sharp blade.

From the core of my head, I have a blunt pain that seeps out. From inside the carriage, it was a constant pain. From the moment I saw what Rugis looked like, that pain I couldn't stop.

Arueno is a guest at the given Lordship Hall, closing his eyes and breathing in an attempt to relieve the pain at all. A deep breath enters his lungs and exits again. I repeated that about three times and the pain was finally relieving.

Never before have such symptoms appeared. It was my first experience, whether in an orphanage or in a cathedral, of being struck by abrupt headaches like this one, regardless of mild illness.

It hurts, so that the back of the brain is decided again. Oh, is that still the cause? I wonder how unbearable that sight was.

Unconsciously, Arueno's lid draws one sight in pain.

- Um, Rugis and an unnamed woman, they're hugging each other.

Of course, I understand that I don't deserve to talk about this and the way Rugis lives. No matter what kind of person he likes and who he doesn't like, Arueno won't be poked in the mouth. I don't have that kind of qualification.

Besides, Arueno is not even settled for his feelings. Besides, it's not even clear what he thinks and feels about Rugis.

At first, it was childhood friendly. Sometimes I'm next door, and that's everyday, and I don't have any special feelings. That is, it was the family itself.

Being together is normal, and Rugis is sometimes a mean brother, sometimes a brother who takes the initiative to stand forward. I'm sure for Rugis, I was the same. Yes, I want to think.

When did that make a difference? Harsh days in the cathedral? Or the unhung days we spent together at the orphanage?

Oh, no, you're not. Again, for me, that last day we met. The day we exchanged promises together must be the day everything changed.

People sometimes change that spirit dramatically with just one memory, Arueno thinks. At least, that day for me was the branch.

To be honest, Rugis, who had graduated from the orphanage at the time and had not returned at all since becoming an adventurer, thought he'd forgotten about me. He said he lived a brilliant life as an adventurer and that he didn't care about me.

But suddenly I thought I'd come back, and he just didn't know what it was like to be in this mood.

He said he missed me. That's what Rugis said to me in an effort to pick him up in Daesung. Everywhere on his own, on the run, that's what he really looks like. I remember when I heard the words I was so happy that my chest could overflow with delight.

How supportive that memory would have been during my days in the Cathedral. That promise, the taste of the confectionery, would have annoyed me several times. The thoughts that come to mind from it are very warm.

But at the same time. Arueno knows that another sentiment for Rugis precipitates deep in his chest.

That's a lot of strangely sticky, definitely black emotion if you want it to be a color. That's so cold and dark that it's going to freeze instead of warm.

That way, it's still in my chest. Rather make that horrible figure, bigger. Oh, grow up everywhere, everywhere.

In the end, I wonder what to do. I even got my finger to the Virgin candidate, believing that someday Rugis would pick me up, trying to be someone. There was no straying there.

But now my head hurts. The stray is filling the chest.

If this is the case, maybe I should have gotten out of the cathedral early. Then I couldn't help but go under Rugis. Maybe there was a way to spend time together as adventurers.

When such delusions began to fill my head, one suspicion passed my chest.

- Really, as Rugis truly belongs to the crest religion, what is the point of being led where the Holy Virgin of the Catholic Church is.

I felt like something fitted. Something's coming up from the back of my throat. My lungs are cramped and I have trouble breathing. The golden eyes narrow, narrow and close.

God sent me to this Berfein. If so, I think God is telling you to play some role. The unpleasant feeling that was on my mind took one form and came to mind.

- Is that what the role is anymore, to punish the great sinner Rugis with this hand?

If so, I am. Arueno's eyes trembled, and so his thin fingers clasped.

My headache doesn't stop.

So much so that it covers up that pain. Arueno was feeling a black, undisturbed emotion pounding his chest that was not a problem, such as the pain.

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Living means protecting something, says Steel Princess Vestalinu-Gorne.

To that end, she waved the battle axe every day and continued her untenable training to the brush tongue, and as the guardian of this Berfein she has reigned.

Sometimes I get violent. Sometimes it punches the heart of a mercenary who doesn't listen. But it is all to preserve the glory of Belfein, built by his beloved father and his father.

Vestalinu believes his way is the right one. Protecting Berfein protects many people, many mercenaries. She has no doubt that her actions protect many people.

Excuse me, Father.

After the day is over, Vestalinu goes to report the results of the day to his father, Mordeaux, himself.

That was Vestalinu's routine, and that was how it rewarded itself. Every time I report, my father praises me for letting go. Because of that admiration, she can be sure that she is right and that this path is not wrong.

That's like a ritual that goes on for years now. So, that's the same thing today.

"-Oh, Vess. Well done today, boulder, my daughter!

The soft, gentle voice of my father, Mordoe-Gorn, echoes in the private room. It is a voice that is never directed at my men, only at my daughter, Vestalinu. Vez is the nickname Vestalinu, a word I only forgive my father.

Vestalinu liked listening to this voice more than anything. My chest bounces to be nicknamed with that voice. I am at the service of my father. I was happy to feel that way. Comfortable things overflow from the back of my chest.

Where Vestalinu was attentive, my mother was no longer there. They say he died of an epidemic disease. So the back of the parent she looks up to is always the father's. My father was a mercenary, making a number of wounds, but still bound to return under Vestalinu.

It's not hard to imagine not being in the busy eye, such as a mercenary with children. I'm sure my father came through multiple ordeals before he knew it.

So sooner or later, I will be of service to my father. Be something great that can protect you as well as your father with this hand. Vestalinu swore so when he was still a young child who could not even wield his weapon.

The manifester of that vow was here and now, Princess Steel of Belfein. The iron and steel that surrounds you is a sign of protection. The swinging battle axe is to defeat the inferior enemy that strikes.

"Vez... I have one suggestion for you today. For a while, I wonder if it's time to rest."

In the words of my father, the eyebrows of Vestalinu rise, tingly.

There was a color floating in my eyes that could be described as surprising or sad. Of course, there have been countless times before when Mordeau worried about Vestalinu and hung up words. Instead, if that's about it, I'm proud of Vestalinu.

But I've rarely even been told to rest. Precisely, about when I got unconsciously sick.

Now, rather than being sick, I'm extremely comfortable. I don't feel any shortage, but why?

When I put that question to my mouth, my father stiffens his lips for a moment. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say. He seemed to choose his words badly and carefully.

Vestalinu's expression is distorted. I could see it dyeing blue, looking inside my chest. Maybe, is it annoying? Am I not standing at my father's side? All those evil pushes quickly cover my head.

On the boulder, did you see it, near my father's side, and Torga, the eyewitness of Vestalinu, stepped forward and opened his mouth?

"Excuse me while we talk, Master Vesterine. Don't worry, Mr. Mordeaux is worried about Mr. Vestarine. Whatever it is, Belfein is planted here with seeds of concern to Mordor."

That said, Torga bows his head a little and leaks his words foolishly. The honest and straightforward words can't fool people, but often struck people in the heart. Mordeau nods as relieved, and Vestalinu, too, listens to the words of Torga unknowingly.

"It's easy, Master Vestalinu - the seeds of Mordeaux's troubles, the vagrants who followed you during the day, about them."