A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Yeah, of course - choosing such a foolish way is impossible"

Arueno tried to make his pale lips snap, he said.

Even though that voice color is an unmistakable inclusion of charity, it seeps such a distorted color, as if to bruise the other person somewhere. Neither does Arueno himself know how such a complex coloured voice rang from his mouth.

But still looking fun, Arueno rocks his lips.

"Just straightening up the sinner's neck, etc. is no punishment whatsoever. Yes, let it live, let it live to the end, let it understand its own stupidity. That is the punishment that can be inflicted on him. So, after you've atoned for everything, let's even give you salvation."

Arueno sounded his throat, smooth as if to line up some dialogue.

"Our God will give you salvation with sinners - naturally, let us have the price we need"

That voice that can be played in the reception room sounds like a song. Beautiful, then well heard voice. Arueno sings princess and one of the reasons they call it that.

When Arueno closed his lips, he blinked his golden eyes and turned his gaze to the person in front of him - Karia-Birdonic.

Lips up and a neat grin, her. But I can see that the grin has feelings that are somewhere close to blurring. Apparently, my words were slightly different from those she wanted. Well, I do think Arueno would have had a part to stroke her thoughts back.

Kalia said he came here to Berfein with Fialert-la-Borgograd after his shadow, taking Rugis as his enemy.

Well, aside from the authenticity of things, at least Rugis is recognized by the world as the one who fell the walled city of Galuamaria. If so, there will naturally be resentment in its place, obsession breathless, and vengeance sprouting its buds. Arueno also understood the situation deeply.

And it is not impossible that they visited Belfein in order to satisfy feelings that can be described as resentment and obsession. Human emotion is sometimes a matter of manipulation or common sense, but it has the power to move the legs forward. That's also one fact.

That's why I can't honestly be convinced that it's the Catholic teachings that tell me to forgive that vendetta and give me salvation.

Then why did I throw those words at them?

Arueno let his lips shake just a little. I can see my blood traveling through my body with a slight fever. Well, apparently, I'm uncomfortable with the emotions they have with Rugis.

I don't mind hating Rugis, even hostility is good, prejudice and discrimination are not things I've ever known even if I combine everything.

Anyway, it's enough to take Rugis' hand. Even if the world tries to set him apart, it would be better if he were the only one to take that hand. So it's not like anybody anywhere knew to hate Rugis.

But yes, but still, it's unpleasant.

Calia and Fialert's obsession with Arueno, who follows Rugis to Belfein without even following him on his journey, while in the upper class.

Arueno thinks there's nothing positive or negative about emotions. There are only directions and criteria for whether they are strong or weak. It's just that people don't know there and have given it a wide variety of names.

And this person in front of me, at least a girl named Karia, undoubtedly has some strong feelings for Rugis like an iron chain. When I spoke about Rugis, the verses of words, the brilliance in the silver eye made me ask.

For Arueno, that's what I don't care about. It would be nice to be hostile or hate. But the strength of the thought is unacceptable.

Arueno understood that he did not know and that he had always been greedy. I find it unacceptable that Rugis can turn strong feelings from someone else. Whatever, I laughed at myself in my heart that it was something of a troublesome nature.

But there's no way I'm going to blatantly put that emotion into attitude on this occasion right now. Because I am here now as a candidate for the Holy Virgin of the Holy See. Arueno's golden hair shook slightly, even though there was no wind.

"- Take the hand stretched out and give salvation. That's the way the Catholic Church is."

Arueno's cheeks wobble unknowingly as he glanced at Karia and Fialert. My lips opened again. I'm sure that word must have been ridden with my ugliness, yes, Arueno thought.

"In the end, you are nothing but rugis and others in red. Stacking thoughts in your hearts only makes you guilty."

So why don't you just forget about it with confidence? A golden eye shoots through the room, letting words bite that meaning.

Arueno's words, his expression, his attitude, that of the undisputed Virgin. From the side, it does not differ in the way of a maiden who, with a heart of mercy, proclaims her faith.

Even if, in its swirling chest, the very unspeakable emotion of holiness had opened its eyes.

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

The moment I put that word away from my lips. Anyway, Mattia found out that her heart pulsed. The agitation of what I am talking about and the shock of still thinking that the current words must have been my true intentions. Those two mingle, palpitating and going over to the body.

Mattia's eyes even floated a slightly frightened color, peeking at Rugis. He doesn't know what to say. Would you laugh like a coward, or would you send a scornful gaze? Mattia's heart sounded unnecessarily when she thought of it.

I don't like that. I don't like being hated. I never thought of that before.

To whom, what do you think? Mattia wasn't free enough to shake her emotions about such a silly thing. First, as the Virgin, one may also think with intent about what one can think of oneself. Nevertheless, I have never thought about Mattia personally, how I might feel about myself, etc. That stuff, it didn't exist in Mattia. Mattia, the Virgin, had the concept of an individual only as a child.

And yet. Now I'm incredibly afraid of being rejected personally. The teeth do not engage and the rubbed sound sounds in the mouth. If it's enough to scare you, it's good. But being scorned is scary, and I don't like it.

Rugis takes a step back like he was barometrically pressured by Mattia's atmosphere and strokes his own jaw.

Often, there was silence. The blanks of time cover a room in Affordable Lodging. In the tension that Mattia was likely to even hold her own breath, the words were thrown.

"... I'm sorry. I understand it was a dangerous place. Okay, I'll be careful. I won't, I can't swear to God."

That's what Rugis said, looking a little bad. Matia was naturally boiling such an imagination to her head when her gaze also completely deviated from Matia's, as if she were a child who was only pelted by teachers.

My eyes are unconscious, shaking.

"... you can't. I told you, with all my heart, Yes, again."

Make sure you stick it in that gap that Rugis pulled, and Mattia's words ring out. Rugis raises his hands like he said he was here, and again, he tells me to apologize. Yes, this, to me.

Oh, that's fine, Rugis. That's the way to make you happy.

Mattia unwittingly tightens and trims her cheeks, which are about to collapse. There was no way I could get such a sloppy look on my face. Well, don't deal with Rugis.

But how can you stop that cheek from having less heat? How can you stop the back of your chest melting and the joy filling your heart?

Now, this is good. I don't mind this. I'm sure he, Rugis, just put it into words with a little lightness. But it was definitely in my mouth, and I followed.

- Oh, now he must remember my face, every time he steps into danger, every time he throws himself depressed.

Depressing or troublesome, I still remember you apologizing to me. Every time he repeats something dangerous, I'll keep doing the same thing. To imprint on his consciousness, to plant.

Yes, and any time you take any action, the presence of me will start tying him up in shackles.

At the end of the day, Rugis becomes the one who can always look at my complexion and move only in my management. I'm sure we'll let that happen. Oh, how sweet that is. I just imagined it, so much so that my chest was about to burn down.

Mattia's eyes have fever and make her emotions brilliant. At the edge of that vision, Bruder tried to open his mouth, Mattia saw.

At that moment,

- Conn, conn.

The noise of telling the visitors echoed in the room giving them a whiff.