A Wish to Grab Happiness

The room, which closed its curtains even though it was not yet night, had a strange dimness. Without the candlelight, the light of day would not enter. The room looked as if it was rejecting the light.

Arueno looks inside the invited room and blinks unknowingly.

"I'm sorry, the Virgin says you're not feeling well either, but you need to set up a place like this."

The main vestarine in the room sits on a lavish chair with her knees in her arms.

For Arueno, who had seen nothing but her grandeur at all, I even felt like I had seen what was rare or something I shouldn't have seen.

But since Vestalinu, who leaks the words so, is something that is too sinking, Arueno consciously tones his cheeks and makes an expression. She's in awe of herself against them to see where her physical savings are getting harder. Whatever, honest, honest personality. The easier it is for people like that to get their troubles into their skulls.

Honestly, I can't say I feel very good either. That's for sure. There is still some pain running in the back of my head, and there is some flutter if I walk.

Though I am a candidate, Virgin. If it is to guide the troubled and your body, the former is overwhelmingly more important.

That would be the role of those who seek to be Virgin, and the significance of being here. Arueno slowly spins his words so as to calm Vestalinu.

"You don't have to worry about it. Besides, I'm not a Virgin, I'm just a candidate for Virgin. That's why you call me Arueno. I don't mind."

The figure of Vesterine holding herself on a chair does not match her big body and even looks like a bully child. Tilting his neck to gaze at each other, Arueno dared to break his words and squeal his voice.

But as opposed to Arueno's words, Vestalinu's pale lips sway. Trying to contain it, Arueno continued his words. The golden eyes gleam in the dim room.

"Besides, the harder it gets, the more condensed the words and feelings. Just a little bit easier."

Arueno grinned bitterly all over his chest that these words, if asked by the Cathedral Sister, would not have figured out what he would say.

Words that people who live there would never throw up, such as if they were comfortable. Because I prefer courtesy and perseverance. Oh, speaking of which, the current language was taught myself at an early age. That well played, from childhood taming.

Forever, Arueno remembered the feeling of a hard stone falling behind his chest. A moment on the head, a sharp pain runs. Chewing cheeks in his mouth, he waits still for Vestalinu's words, never putting anything boiling on his chest in his expression.

Wait, would there have been a quiet time for about ten seconds? Vestalinu, who exhaled heavily, moves his cheeks slightly relaxed. The way I looked for that word seemed deeply troubled by how well I could communicate it to them.

What the hell is bothering you? It was true that Vestalinu seemed to have a hard personality, but Arueno's impression was that she had a tough spirit and seemed to have the strength to beat even the troubles apart, even if there were analogy troubles.

That's what bothers me now as if I were a young child and I'm shaking. I can't help but wonder.

"- Arueno, dear. What if I told you something?"

It's awkward to be spouted like that. I could easily imagine spinning words desperately. Arueno nodded, as he urged the next word.

"If you have a suspicious mind about the existence that you sincerely believed in, what the hell can a person do then? Should I believe in its existence? Or..."

The words of Vesterine sink into thin darkness. It's as if the darkness itself has swallowed your voice. As the darkness swells, the only thing that shined in that room disappears.

- At the same time that Vestalinu's words disappeared, Arueno's golden eyes, sooo, sooo, so narrow.

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"... how's Vestalinu doing?"

Mordoe-Gorn's voice was undoubtedly inclusive of grief. The obedient Torga leaks his words, clogging his throat for a moment in a way that the Lord has never seen.

"Ha. The Virgin Arueno is with us now. At night, I thought it would calm me down."

Mordeaux understood that would be an observation that included hope.

Not to mention a candidate for the Virgin, but that girl Arueno is still young. I have often heard that medicines to remove heartache can only be found in the hands of older people. But still, as a mordor, I only hoped that she would be a special effect for my daughter.

A big sigh leaks out of Mordeau's mouth. The grief spit out there. The glitch I made in front of Vestalinu also put everything in there and sigh. For a moment, Mordeau's eyelids closed as he conceived.

The next time those eyes are opened, there is no longer a color of sorrow or concern there. To think, who gave information to my daughter? Who brought Bruder-Guerla's name into this city?

The strength of Mordeau is the lack of this consciously unnecessary emotion. The days are beside the battlefield in the age of mercenaries. My body was like a battlefield. If strange sentiments and emotions shake there, death is the only thing that brings your legs closer together easily. Mordeau has missed many of the masterpieces who fail to understand the emotions that lurk within themselves and at some point lose their lives.

Thus Mordeau wore one stunt, in the days of the battlefield. That's the skill of detaching everything from thought except the emotions you need, that is, your desires.

At first, consciously. Gradually, unconsciously. Now, no matter how bitter the sentiments were, Mordeaux could throw them away with one sigh. That is how you may discern your desires and what you truly need.

Whatever it is, we need to find out as soon as possible now. Where the information came from. Bruder-Guerla, it is rather a shame to find out that what knows its name exists in this city, Belfein.

The name was the name that stuck to Mordeau's ears the most, but the most abominable. Is that why, as soon as the word came out of Vestalinu's mouth, I accidentally forgot to fix it and let my eyes shake. Look at that, that reaction of Vestalinu. There is no mistake in asking about something.

How far does Vestalinu know? How far are you sure? Who did you get that information from then? Everything has to be looked up.

Mordor felt in his chest, for the first time in a long time, that it was the coolness of the mercenary age that was returning. Slowly, slowly, as iron in the cold cages cold air from its core, the heart of Mordeau loses heat.

"Dear Mordeau, I see a customer"

Two, Mordor's thick finger moves on the word. There are no visitor appointments today. It was quite unusual for a guest to come, starting in Arueno, the Virgin, and not scheduled for this.

If you listen to me, the visitor's identity is nobility. If so, we can't push it back unimpeded.

"Be good, I'll show you. What's your name?"

Asking the servant bowing his head, he slightly groaned his lips and opened his mouth to slowly recall.