A Wish to Grab Happiness

The hard footsteps of Vestalinu echo through the Lords' Palace.

That doesn't mean that the sound of iron-covered feet ringing is stiff. Somewhere more than at any time, Vestalinu thought, as if the foot carriage itself was solidified.

He said he was going to see his own father, Mordoe-Gorn, but this may be the first time his legs have been so difficult to move on. Even when I was ready to reprimand him and go before my father, I would have done a more dignified leg walk.

So now, why?

Vestalinu understood that the hindsight planted in his own chest was the reason. My legs are heavy because I understand.

The identity of its hindsight is one suspicion.

- Bruder, tell me Bruder-Guerla's name.

That foolish mercenary who slandered my father. The words quickly linger in my ears.

The more you think about it, the less bullshit it is. It's a word that can be cut off lightly. Anyway, the reality must not be a big deal, it must just be a rebellion. It is common for an inert person to hold an illogical grudge against a strong person.

But Vestalinu had not brought to his heart such inferiority that he would crush the werewolf on that occasion. I don't know if I'm going far, I feel it myself.

The spirit of Vestalinu is strong but somewhere distorted. I can't swallow it unless my father says no, even if it's an unspeakable word. If suspicion comes to my chest, that's all I can do to move forward. And I leave that decision to my father.

Vestalinu is convinced that he and his father, more than anything else, are going the right way. That's why I learn to be angry at things like that, and at the same time I drop a shadow in my heart. Even though it's supposed to be the right way, the unpleasance of being dressed in wet clothes bites your chest.

I believe in my father. That's why I want you to clear your suspicions clearly. I want you to twist it down, like that irrational thing. After that, I can walk forward.

Vestalinu's swirling emotions are put at his fingertips, knocking on the door. From inside, the voice of my beloved father echoed. Strange, why is this happening today, my chest pounding? Besides, it's not something to expect. Something, as if you were in awe.

"Excuse me, Father."

But the emotion that showed some disturbance also disappeared somewhere after stepping into the room. As usual, my father welcomes himself with a full grin, and praises and affirms his deeds to let go.

After all, my father is sweet. A wonderful lord, loved by the people and loved by the people. It can't be possible, for example, that the father is making some mistake.

In the usual conversation, Vestalinu's heart crushes the seeds of suspicion one by one. One, one, be polite.

"Father, one last thing I want to ask you..."

The spirit of Vesterine was finally regaining its equilibrium. There is so much foolishness that I have little doubt about my father for what I have done. Even if I had carved it into my chest to be honest, I would have to reduce the futility of doubting my father in the future.

Thus the lips of Vestalinu were opened, as a sign of contempt.

"- Bruder, do you know a man named Bruder-Guerla?"

I don't care if it's a good human story, but yes, the lips of Vestalinu, who tried to go on, are unknown. My eyes, they trembled.

My father is now pretending to be at peace.

Speaking of the actions my father took when I heard the words, I moved my shoulders and stiffened my face, that's all. I'm not showing you anything that sounds upset. From the side, I'm just thinking, that's all. Yes, that's the only way, it looks. If it was meant to be, it would only have seemed so to Vestalinu.

But Vestalinu had expected it. Without any hesitation, such a human being responds to pleasure without knowing.

- Your lord, Lord Mordor, doesn't know what he used to do.

The words said then echo in the back of my ear.

Something stiff, stiff. It's like a needle, no. Vestalinu did hear a bigger nail piercing his heart.

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Open your lips as you wipe your shoes with a blood splash stuck in your lodging.

"All this time on the boulder, recklessness was a good place, wasn't it, Bruder... oh, no, isn't that a different name?

He rattles his legs and squeals like that as he leaks his exhale out of his lungs.

Unexpectedly Bruder and I called him that, but that's what he said to Vestalinu, his father's name. Then maybe he has a different name for himself. Thinking about it, it's a weird story to keep calling me Bruder.

"Rugis, I didn't know you said that, did I? The name's fine, I don't mind. I'm used to my current name."

With that said, Bruder rarely lays down in bed and crooks his face and laughs.

Bruder's body, large and small, is visible in reckless and flashy combat with Vestalinu. It's a mutilation wound. The pain would be running in full as a price for the impossibility of driving in the days. Fortunately, although I don't see any wounds that can be described as fatal, I still need rest.

Second, narrow your eyes.

I didn't even know the name Blooder was his real name. Rather, I've never even felt that way. I'm sure he was trying so hard to hide it. That can't be told to me, was it for any reason?

No, well, maybe he just broke off saying that he cared about me or didn't need to tell me that I was a blooder once.

Somehow, as I was rocking an unconsolidated emotion in my mind, I was thrown my voice off my back.

"Yeah, Mr. Bruder's right, Rugis. Your actions are more reckless than his. Have a heart full of reflection."

The words of the Virgin Mattia made me feel like I could stroke my spine without knowing it.

Why not? Nothing. That voice wasn't caged in danger. Instead, she was just a virgin voice who was somewhere kind and worried about this. But there is a strange chill.

"Oh, I suppose so. Sometimes people come in on their own to decide whether to be ready to die and even kiss a reaper, it's not like it's a stomach."

Blueder's gall power to whine such a light mouth is a big deal, even though there will still be a price to be wielded by Vestalinu's spear axe, a sharp pain in time. Absolutely, impressive. Although the sigh is likely to come out with me.

Thanks to Bruder's words, Princess Iron and Steel disappeared silently from before us. Approximately, I know where it's going. I guess I'll go check with Mordeau. I was also concerned that it would strike me without question, but it worked very well.

Later, until I hoped that the seeds that would have sprinkled on my chest during my father and daughter's questioning would sprout a little. If we can't do this, we have to rethink the plan now.

But it's going well, at least for now. There is no mistake in saying no. It should be.

"Rugis."

As I was taking out the chewing cigarette with my thoughts, the Virgin's voice echoed into the room once now. Nothing, a very normal voice. When I opened my lips as I gently tilted my neck, my raw reply was zero through my throat.

"Bite the cigarette or something. You must have something to say to me."

I don't think of that word, I blink my eyes.

I have no idea what to say, that was the truth. I don't remember promising Mattia anything, and I haven't made any separate plans for the future. At the end of the day, what is Mattia talking about?

As my throat searched for words, I roared. Sometimes, around here, the Virgin leaks poison in a grumpy way, but I peek into her eyes in horror.

But contrary to expectations, Mattia's eyes still slowly open their lips again, without showing irritation or anything. That mouthfeel is like teaching logic gently to a child who doesn't understand things, that, tone.

"- Rugis, you would have thrown yourself into danger again without authorization to me. So apologize to me. That's enough, with all my heart."

stroke his jaw with a question mark in his head at the words that echoed in the room.

I didn't know, I could see something scared ran down my heels. No, Mattia herself has nothing like danger. Anyway, she even has a smile of mercy on her face. Yes, it should be.

"You swore to me. Proud of you, you said you wouldn't do anything dangerous anymore, right?

No, I'm not saying that much, no matter what I think.

I did express my affirmation of Mattia's words. That's true. But that shouldn't mean accepting everything else. I wonder where the interpretation screwed over.

But I didn't even have time to put that question to my mouth, and Mattia's lips rippled again.

"So, Rugis, apologize, please? Beg forgiveness. To me."

When the spine is poppy. Anyway, even though the words emanating from Mattia's mouth undoubtedly hold the love of the Virgin, it somehow sounds like she's hunting me down.

Or, I didn't know, my legs were stepping back.