A Wish to Grab Happiness

The mercenary city of Belfein has a luxury tavern that is only used by some high-paid mercenaries. A very out of reach place for mercenaries who only get money to cut their lives on the battlefield and live their days.

It was no longer more like a kind of salon than a liquor store. A salon that you can't just have gold, but without character and the privileges granted to you by your lord.

From the entrance, the atmosphere is different from that of a normal liquor store.

The smell of perfume and ornamental flowers arranged everywhere is not the sticky smell of cheap liquor. It was not the smell of a flower that was left in the wilderness, but made only to be seen by men and nobles. Though luxurious, I unwittingly peel at the fact that such a thing is brought into the liquor store.

Anyway, for me, a liquor store is a place where you can listen to the hustle and bustle of Gorotsuki, blur your head unnecessarily with cheap alcohol, and force you to let go of your painful routine.

At a time when something even feels as elegant as ornamental flowers is being brought into such a place, I know very well that this fancy liquor store is completely separate from what I consider a liquor store.

Me and Bruder were among the fancy taverns that would otherwise be far from me.

And separates one table, face-to-face with her. With the guardian of Berfein, Princess Iron and Steel Vestalinu. Surrounded by numerous, possibly mercenaries who seem to be her children.

"This is a very generous welcome for me."

You're going to eat a lot of money, and you're going to sit on a couch like you've never sat down while you keep saying that. I can't even imagine what kind of material it's made of. Softness.

In the battle between mercenaries who overlap swords and swords, there is always a way to win in their hands.

That is, to be an overwhelming majority over the enemy, to gain ground, not to make the enemy ready. If at least this level of conditions are put in place, we can take victory even if we were collecting mercenaries with a lot of elephants. When I was formerly in the profession of mercenary, it was a story I asked a knob of booze.

Now all the conditions are in place for them. Whatever, it sucks.

Of course, if we deal with a hero like Hert-Stanley, I don't know. For me to be plain, at least I'm not going to come up with the art of opening up a situation like this easily.

"-- There's something I need to ask you. Honestly, if you answer honestly."

Inside the tavern, slight darkness can be found. By adjusting the light intensity, it was creating an atmosphere that was really like it, whether it should be called slutty. Maybe this is also a place to bring in heterosexuals.

To a secret meeting, that's why I brought it.

Vesterine lips overlap the movement, creating a slight shadow. I was suddenly brought into a place like this, with no consideration for me or Bruder, or anything far-fetched. Anyway, it seemed like the will to follow my words was hidden behind them.

"It depends on the content. I don't care if the boulder asks me if I've ever had a drink or if it's a woman's history."

Let the words go, like suppressing the blueder sitting next to you. If you look at it right on the side, you can see that its breath is slightly rough.

To some extent, too, I have no choice. Originally Bruder said he wasn't feeling well enough, but he is constantly holding this woman, her feelings for Vestalinu, that are about to burst into his gut. The expression on his face bore a blue that seemed somewhere sad. The eyelids are vibrating like cramps and the lips are eaten into the canine teeth and seeping blood.

However, Bruder still enjoys it. Look at the circumstances surrounding this large number of mercenaries. Understand that we are in an overwhelming disadvantage right now. I'm hooked on emotions with that rationality. But it's a pale, brittle thing that, if you utter a word, will unravel.

The more we storm the boulders here, I see, the harder it seems to escape. The mercenaries are letting their hands touch the sword, the spear, and each weapon on their hips without distracting themselves from me and Bruder in any way, whenever and whenever things happen. As I reacted to my light words, everyone's gaze shook.

"I don't even want to know about that. Be careful what you say and do in vain. What I want to know is one"

For a moment, Vestalinu's lips were closed. The way it is, it's like you're scared of the words you say first. Really, I wonder if that's okay, like a tour.

Still, Vestalinu said, trying to pick a word.

"Everything you two know about my father, Mordow-Gone. Tell them all, including what you see and hear."

That was an order, but it seemed to say yes. Even though the eyes that pierce this one are shaken, the expression remains conceived of a temperamental arrogance.

Finish your eyes with your fingers on your lips. It's only at a time like this that I wanted to get a bite of tobacco, but if I get a nostalgia at this moment right now, then it's visible that some kind of murder weapon can stick around my neck next.

Oh, not at all, it's extremely troublesome. I didn't know this steel princess would take such forceful measures. Is it true that the boulder was only raised as the daughter of that usurper and the famous Mordoe-Gorn?

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—— Con, Con.

The strangely polite sound of the knock shakes the air of Yasuku. As far as I was concerned, it was a little helpful. Whatever, Virgin Mattia pursues my actions with strange force, and Blooder is also a blooder, emitting a swordswallowing atmosphere somewhere.

Whoever the visitor was, it was honestly gratifying to pluck that distorted air.

Even if the method leads to a little rampant.

"Excuse me."

That's the voice of a man who seems to have gone through some years. Voices don't wait for our response. Yes, I thought I told you.

—— D, n!

The next ear to the strangely polite knock was the sound of forcing the door to break.

My eyes open to shock, and I accidentally walk away from the spot, pulling Mattia back. I don't think he's a simple raider. There's no way a man like that could throw a knock at us and reveal his presence here. I'd rather just take that point, and I also think you're paying tribute to this one.

Oh, no, at that point, maybe I should have felt it. That a man who honors such a lodging, sleeping in the corner of a whorehouse, can't possibly be.

When a wooden door is kicked through, multiple humans enter the room as they push it. At least, to some extent, they're disciplined people. He's been making a lot of minor moves when it comes to entering a small room. There was no immediate attack here.

But it's not tasty, it's not nice. When this happened, I was bad at pulling a step back. If there are so many enemies, it is much better to line up in front of the door and deal with each one. Besides, it seems like I'm the only one left with a single Virgin who doesn't know if she's going to be a fighter.

"... what's going on, I'm not planning on throwing a ball. I'm sorry you had to push me."

I can see even cold sweat flowing in my chest. I suppress my body with desperation so that my teeth don't sound frightened. The exhalation was going to go wild with tension.

But if we leave everything to the flow of these people, that's it, it's all over. At least one of the words, but I have to pull him out.

Side by side, glancing at the window. This should have been the corner room upstairs.

"I sincerely disrespect the fact that I have to resort to abusive means. We are here to greet you both at the behest of your servants."

Moving forward. Such is an old man dressed in armor. It was the same voice that was released through the door earlier. That voice color can never be said to be sophisticated, but it contains the sound of trying to care for someone somewhere.

"I'm happy to invite you, but who is that from? And there are three of us, aren't we?"

But in his eyes there was undisputed and will. My throat drains my saliva unintentionally. That will is the determination to accomplish an end, no matter what. The light contained in those eyes has been seen once. The light was shining in my master's eyes.

An old man, his throat makes a noise.

"With all due respect, I can't. You can curse me for being disrespectful. However, you cannot retreat with the strictness that you must bring"

It was a voice that seemed stiff, and not easy to jump. It's troublesome, exchanging words with opponents of this kind breaks bones badly. At least this one is in an overwhelmingly unfavourable situation, not an easy rounding opponent.

Plus, he goes on with the words. My eyes were huge and I felt it move.

"And it's not a mistake -- you were ordered to bring both of you."

As it was, his fingers pointed at me and Bruder lying on the bunk.

I see. Is that so? It's like you're communicating your intentions here in the dark. Then there's no point in asking why you looked for it. Whatever, me and Bruder are already celebrities in this city.

Princess Iron and Steel, as a person who defied Vestalinu.

In the chest, some emotions shake. In the plan, the devil's fingers stroke the back of his brain, I see.

"--Fine. Then I'll leave it with your invitation. But this one is injured. If you're bringing me in, you can call me in the carriage, okay?

That's what I told Mattia to do, slapping her lightly in the mouth as she gave her gaze. They didn't say they were taking Mattia. I mean, we don't do anything to hold them hostage. I don't know if that's their will, or if it's an order from their employer.

Mattia took the word and gaze and distorted the lid dissatisfied. But then for a moment, I get a contemplative look, then I leak my breath, I say.

"Yeah, I can't help it. If it is inevitable, let me sweeten it too. I, too, have something to do. But, Rugis, okay?"

Apparently, he read this intent to some extent to think from words. That's wonderful and dependable, even in extending the lives of me and Bruder.

Mattia even had a grin when she said this was the situation. Pale, then seems at ease, smile.

"Don't do anything dangerous. Make sure you get back under me. No matter where you are, no matter what, you must."

Yes, as I would say, Mattia overlapped words.