A Wish to Grab Happiness

- What the hell do people do when they suspect that they might exist that they should have believed?

Arueno's gold sways at that word that leaks out of Vestalinu's pale lips. I was going to ask why. I was going to ask what that meant.

Yeah, but I don't deserve that now. Because the reason my head aches is no different from Vestalinu's. If you have that answer for what to do, I'm the one who wants to hear it.

Pain strikes Arueno like being stabbed through the chest first, then the forehead and then the limbs with a blade. The emotions that took time to finally lock me in the depths of my chest are once again pushing the door open and raging around in the superficial layer.

I could see Vestalinu's eyes staring suspiciously at the unspoken Arueno. Glad the room was dim, Arueno caresses his chest unexpectedly. Because if the lights were on, they would have stared at my bluer expression.

But at the next moment, my expression is going to be unexpectedly distorted. Fundamentally, it has not led to any resolution. What revelation should I give her that troubles me? I really don't know where it is.

I wonder what that means. By and large, I can't even handle what's happening to me, but I can't help but think about hearing people's problems. Candidates for the Virgin, etc., are all too famous. The title is sad and makes me cry.

Arueno's chest was stirred by repeated thoughts and several outpouring emotions, no longer in a very ordinary state. With the agitation of his spirit, he wanders off as if his sight had even fluttered and intoxicated.

But still. Even in titles of fame, two names supported Arueno: the Virgin of the Singing Princess.

Yes, I have been asked by Vestalinu to save me now. If so, we must give her salvation. Because I was given two names, the Virgin, even though I was a candidate. Does not the Redemption God, Artius, say too? Seek salvation, and you will not give.

Giving salvation to those who seek salvation is the role of the Virgin. By seeking salvation, never, never. Now that she is a candidate for the Virgin, Arueno is not allowed to seek salvation and reach out.

- Oh, right. It's the role of the Virgin to be asked for and given salvation, isn't it?

The moment I thought so, I felt my headache go away. Naturally, my little lips were rippling and I was grinning.

"- Rest assured, Vesterine. I know exactly what your problem is. It's hard to be suspicious of someone you care about. I don't want to doubt it, but I still can't help but wonder once it comes to mind"

Tell Vesterine, as if she were a true Virgin, so. I'm sure that all this time, you had a face that looked like a Virgin. Arueno is somewhere convinced while it is strange that words leak out of his mouth naturally.

There was a self in my chest who understood everything, and a self who tilted his neck wondering if something was wrong. Is that reason and instinct? Or is it something else entirely? I couldn't understand that, Arueno.

There's just one thing I know. Undoubtedly, I found the answer.

"Then pursue what you want. Doubt is not treachery. Anyone holds the seed of suspicion in its chest. But..."

Yes, people are weak. Whatever time it is, anyone will have their suspicions in their chest. Perhaps the Virgin of history had such a person as well.

But I don't believe people are weak enough to stop on their feet.

"- Maybe it's more important than anything to take action to clear it up. Yeah, I don't mind. Like a tragic actor, you don't want to be crying all the time, do you?

Vestalinu's lips were found to be strong and tight for a moment. I'm sure in the back of her chest, she can't understand how she took the words she was told, and her emotions are shaking. My heart is beating a lot because I can't make up my mind.

But if you look in those eyes, you'll see. Arueno felt that Vestalinu was already beginning to understand what he was saying. Behind those eyes, something like the fever she was supposed to roll, was starting to budge again.

Good. From the bottom of my heart, I think. It seems to me, too, that I could do as much as an imitation of the Virgin. I could take the hand of a depressed man, a man seeking salvation.

"... thank you, thank you. Dear Arueno, just those words, I feel saved. Yeah, it wasn't like me. Tragic performers, caged in dark rooms, etc."

Yes, to Vestalinu, who tells her as she moves her lips, Arueno smiled unexpectedly and said thank you very much for this one.

Listening to the words, Vestalinu blinks his eyelashes in surprise. Now, as I said, I don't know the meaning of the words I received.

But the words of gratitude are never meant to mend the occasion. Arueno, from the bottom of his heart, had expressed his gratitude to Vestalinu. Because of her, she was able to get back on her feet.

Yes, the presence of Vestalinu allowed Arueno to pave the way.

Silly enough, I kept worrying about myself. Of childhood tame Rugis, about betrayal.

He, sooner or later, when he comes to welcome himself to the Cathedral, bestows it on the crests, despite what he has said, and now he is his enemy and takes the hands of other women.

It's lamentable. It's not acceptable. Just think of that fact and your chest hurts so much that it's chopped up, something black stained crawls up from the back of your gut. The eye butt remembers nature and heat.

But I can already understand the reason for that betrayal. My heart is full of peace. It was all my fault, I see. Why did Rugis betray me? I was running away from finding out why.

I was trying to force myself to convince myself that it was all just his freedom, pushing suspicion itself in. Absolutely, there's more to it than impudence. That doesn't solve anything. The reason why Rugis, out of my hands,

- I mean, I just wasn't given any salvation by Rugis.

Even though Rugis had been my salvation in the Cathedral, I could not have been the salvation for Rugis. I'm sure there would have been some unreasonable ripping of his chest, some unbearable labor, I couldn't have stopped by to save him from them.

So now Rugis is in crest teaching. They make such a place their own stop.

I feel sorry for myself. I doubted him at all. I'm ashamed to have cast some doubt on him. I mean, isn't everything derived from my impudence?

Then the rest is easy. The means to be taken have already been decided. Really, it's easy.

- Take all the stops away from Rugis, and it would be good if I was the only salvation.

Rugis is nothing more than a human being. I know because I watched it from a young age. He has a weak and fragile part. I'm sure there are times when you'll want to rely on something. I'm sure there will be times when you want to reach for something. Naturally.

At that point, maybe he could accidentally ask for help from something other than me.

It is a great misfortune and a scourge for Rugis. You're going to be letting him make the wrong choice. Even now, in the misguided choice of crest religion, is Rugis carried the stigma of a great sinner?

Arueno's chest was clear. Lots of adhesive emotions lurked and there was only one glorious certainty.

Rugis, I'm sure I'll take everything from you. Crest teachings, guilds, identities and everything. So, when I'm all that's left, I'll gladly take that hand. Give full salvation to you who seek salvation. Yeah, I don't mind.

So wait a minute, Rugis. I'm sorry, my impudence is causing you a predicament. But at the end of the day, I'm sure I'll give you more salvation.

In thin darkness, Arueno's expression cannot be seen by Vestalinu or by anyone. But the expression was such a beautiful and glossy grin that Arueno had never shown anyone before.