A Wish to Grab Happiness

"... what, I mean, assassinating a lord?"

The word that Bruder whined, seemingly casual, to react to my words. The words are so nostalgic, I don't know, gently honking my throat, opening my lips and showing my teeth.

"At first, I thought so. I was going to clear the snowflake with this hand. But it's not funny to follow the same lines as before."

The gaze of the Virgin Mattia intensifies in my words. A sharp eye that seemed to pierce the seer wore my body. As if, if I don't allow that, I'll tell you silently. He looked at me like he was going to sew me on the spot.

That's what I'm saying. Whatever, the Virgin didn't seem to know her own gaze was poisonous to others. I trembled as my eyelids cramped unknowingly.

Yeah, but even if once they had stuffed sludge all over the depths of their memories with their hands. In order to return the vengeance, I will now follow the same path once and for all. Oh, it was past.

There would be a better chance of doing it anyway.

"- Rugis, I respect your words. But being overly reckless, I have to reach out, too. Then I will make you obey my word. You got it."

When Mattia's gaze is not enough, she points the word out. I tried to raise one eye and let it sound.

"Look, is there something dangerous going on? Look, Mattia, this city called Belfein is going around in two gears. There will be other tricks, but the center is those two. I mean, we have to do something about Belfein, and we have to keep them from meshing."

I don't even have to put what the gear is anymore into words. Mordow-Gorn, a lord plunderer. Thus, his daughter, the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu-Gorn. The city keeps turning because these two mesh well together. We can also call each other materials that complement each other reasonably well.

Of course, just because one of them collapses doesn't mean that Berfein will soon be able to handle it.

Perhaps there will be a single person able to govern, whether it be just Mordeaux, Vestalinu alone, or capably. To some extent, it would also be able to maintain its size. But that's all. It is only possible to govern. Being able to govern and whether Belfein can threaten or not is a completely different story.

"Are you going to let them get along? I can't do that."

Bruder said so as he opened the lid of the liquor bottle placed on the table. Finally, he can't stand it anymore. Then I'll take the chewing tobacco out of my nose and let it get in my teeth. Think of it, I couldn't even stop myself from coming here and settling in earnest and enjoying the cigarettes.

Bruder, who simmered rum into his stomach as he rattled his throat hard, continues his words instead of exhaling.

"I still have more time for assassinations. They're strong, because they're tied up in a hateful, strong friendship!

Bruder's eyes, slightly mixed with intoxication, were cloudy as if he had strained some kind of membrane. Words that come out of your mouth also mouth as if to throw away the emotions that are in you. I see. Again, is it impossible to talk to Bruder about being normal on this topic?

Mattia stares suspiciously at Bruder.

But what? There's nothing to worry about, I know it better than to hate it. I understand them very well.

"I don't think so. I met him yesterday and was sure. They seem to be meshing exactly like gears, and the opposite doesn't match at all in the back of their chests."

Yes, they seem to be engaged, and their nature does not match fatally.

One thing, its essence is predators. I just think that living is taking away from something, and one person is born to protect something.

Now, just for a moment it's overlapping well. Conveniently, the non-meshing part is called the affection of parents and children, and it is just covered. But if you slip into one, that's it. The gear doesn't move anymore.

Bruder's throat stopped pouring rum. A look that distorts my eyes and doesn't measure the intent of my words. And he put a bottle of rum on the table, to prompt the words.

"One thing, it would be nice to have a hang-up. Just sprinkle the seeds of doubt, like gushing the depths of your chest."

The seed of doubt, Mattia next door, groaned so as to repeat. Somehow, there's a thought, such a look. I didn't even think Mattia would react to the boulder, and even though I was deprived of consciousness for a moment, I kept on saying the words.

"If even one of the sprays sprouts, the rest is easy. In their usual conversation, they'll fix it as usual. But in the mind, the child doubts the affection of the parent, and the parent doesn't care what time the child turns to himself. Soon love will turn into a piece of mud"

It's a settled story about what happens if a gear that stops engaging still tries to move. Later, I have to decay on the spot myself and lose function.

The strongest curse in the world is suspicion. The very mind of doubt.

Doubt can never be wiped away from a person's heart. Even if he tries to hide it but suffers and is forced to put a lid on it, if he has the chance, he will show his face from the back of the jaw. I know you well. Better than anyone else on this occasion, I'm sure.

Bruder moved his lips, saying he was confident. Slowly opening the drunken mouth.

"Although I am confident in my poor growth and bottom line. What, still make it look good. I know exactly when people suspect people."

With that said, Rugis, and Mattia pinch her mouth. I'm not adding any words to that. Just that one word contained some embarrassing sounds.

It's not all humble, it's a joke that soothes my place. Isn't the Virgin just a little too uptight?

Cover your shoulders, remove the chewing tobacco from your mouth, and exhale the accumulated air in your mouth. A pleasant smell struck the universe. The paint is already in this hand. All we have to do is paint that figure. Now, how did you get them to move?

When that was what I was thinking, Bruder leaned a bottle of rum into his mouth and drank the contents into a breath. His throat rang loudly as if he hated being burned by alcohol, and Bruder's eyes stared at me as he dashed some vain light.

To the boulder, I looked out for this, too.

Originally Bruder likes booze, but it doesn't mean he's resistant to booze. I'd rather say it was a drunken physique.

I often watched him get so drunk, and often fell asleep in an alley or something. I was carrying it to the inn that time.

So like this. It wasn't until that day that I saw you drink just like you would bathe. I wanted to get my spine. I felt it with some kind of thin finger.

"- I'll let you go. Oh, I thought I'd go. I'm gonna crush their gear, their parent-child bond, straight away."

The mouth is drunk as soon as possible. Lu's eyes are losing focus, beginning to loosen slightly. But even so, those eyes were, indeed, pointed this way.

Unexpectedly, I was going to distract myself. Because it overlapped so much with Bruder, who used to be with me.

That was once the Bruder itself that I saw that night before raiding Mordor.