A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Everything you two know about my father, Mordow-Gone. Tell them all, including what you have seen and heard."

Vestalinu moves its pale lips slowly, taking the slightly more like a choice of words.

An intimate meeting with the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu, set in a luxury tavern. In this case, if the surroundings are not surrounded by her child mercenaries, her breasts are quite daunting.

Well, how, should I answer? Unexpectedly my teeth eat into my lips and narrow my gaze as I look for words.

Right now, I'm gonna go all the way out here and call us in and ask for words. The reason for this must be that the suspicion planted in Vestalinu's chest must have been the result of flattening nutrition somewhere and inflating its body.

That could be a bit of a mistake, or maybe just a mistake on her part. But still, now a girl named Vestalinu has surely grown into suspicion in her chest and should be in the midst of becoming increasingly nourished in her own.

Then we have to do this one accordingly. We should raise suspicion, shake it upside down, to the truth in the girl. Yeah, a human being named me at all, a busy way of dying, would still not. I'm only trying to stir up a girl for my own ends.

To do so, just simply tell them things side by side, that's not enough. That alone, Vestalinu just denies reality. I just put a lid on my own eyes.

If you do it badly, the murder weapon that will reflect dull light around you will gladly stick up against me and Bruder's flesh.

Good, if you don't do it.

"... that's surprising. I don't know what a downstream mercenary like us would say. Is that also his duty as guardian?"

Sitting deep on the sofa, he even sounds distracted. Don't let your gaze slip away from Vestalinu. In the end, the only person to persuade is her. Slowly spin the words as you pour all your nerves into her bareback.

Vestalinu's eyebrows led to him like he was in a bad mood. An honest woman. An honest woman.

"Beware what you say and do in vain, yes, didn't you say? The reason I called you in was, as I said. You just have to be honest with me."

Even though the voice colour contains lingering, it still doesn't break the elegance. Originally, about another thing, trying to pinch words, that's what I thought. People of this nature assume that being proud of themselves is worth what they grab the more they pursue.

Then you'd better scorch him a little. Yes, I thought so.

"If you say so, I'll let you know as much as I like. Come on, yeah?

It was Bruder's voice that pinched him. Lower than I've ever heard, lower, voice. The more I touched it at all, the more likely it was to burst, the more tenacious my voice was.

Tastes bad. That's not good. Bruder is terribly emotional right now and should be shaken by emotions everywhere. Will the words cut off by the emotion be fulfilled and passed on to Princess Iron and Steel? Wouldn't it blow away the suspicion that dwells in its chest?

I didn't know, I nearly opened my lips trying to contain Bruder. but

- Blooder's gaze pierced my eye as it shot through. Extra, with sharpness.

The sharpness of it, thank God, the eyes I once saw. Because you saved me or something that looked like his eyes. I kept my lips shut without saying anything. I don't know if I gave up on that attitude.

It's just that I think so here, but it seems that a human being like me wasn't lacking good sense enough to take a serious look at my best friend and scorn it.

I nodded and sat deeply on the couch to meet my gaze. How can I be like this all the time while making myself comfortable?

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For Blooder, every word of it was like throwing out a curse that he put in himself. In a long time, no, not yet. Once, I've never told anyone. I have lived with everything in me, with everything as my own.

I don't know why I wanted to spit that out here.

The Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu sitting in front of herself, maybe because she's there, maybe because of the influence of an employer sitting next to her. No, thinking seems stupid in itself. That's what I thought, both on the rabbit and on the corner.

If you try to spit out a lot of words, you circle through your thoughts with the momentum that your brain is likely to make noise, letting the heat dwell on you. Words became waves and approached the mouth from the next to the next.

The smell of alcohol stabbed me in the nostrils slightly, but I didn't care about anything like that. Drunk is a long time ago.

"It's a simple, common story. My father... Bruder-Guerla was a mercenary, just like this one. It was just a little weird."

Yes, he was a weirdo. Bruder doesn't think, blinks his eyes.

Mercenaries and the like are related to the taking away and taking away of each other, even if the herd does. A sincere fellowship is not built early.

Especially before a mercenary city like Belfein was created and its organizational form became clear, it was natural for mercenaries to deceive each other and betray each other while in the same camp. As soon as he received his reward, he was stabbed from behind by someone he thought was his companion.

Such a cold time, I said. My father wanted to believe in love.

My father, who was also a devout Catholic, became a mercenary to eat, but still believed in someone and in salvation.

If you believed in something like that, you would have had a better profession. Sometimes mercenaries believe in love and salvation, and so on.

That way, I don't know if maybe such a ridiculous father's wish passed to God, or if he was drawn to the devil, but my father made one best friend I could trust, that's how I loved her.

That's it, Bruder moves his lips by making sure he speaks to everything around him, not just Vesterine. Perhaps that tongue is not very good. Words are sometimes overlapping, and there will be parts that don't make sense well. I'm not fluent enough to speak.

But oddly, there was something approaching the chest in the words. Everyone is listening, without pinching a single voice.

"His best friend's name is - Mordeau, Mordeau-Gone. I met you when you were little, too. I don't remember, but I'm a bad person. Then I didn't."

At the time, in front of Bruder's voice, he shrugged, for a moment, the air around him strained. Everyone was peeking at the look on Vestalinu's face. Both Rugis and the mercenaries around him.

With such thoughts in her heart that she, who loves her father Mordo, may boil her bowels back to the words of this lowly mercenary.

But Vestalinu releases his words briefly, jumping a strange gaze that is neither the expectation nor the tension of his surroundings.

"… Continue"

Neither objection nor denial. Vestalinu entangled his fingers in both hands in front of his own lips, prompting Bruder's words, just that.

Bruder nodded at the words, slowly, throbbing. Inside the dim luxury tavern is filled only with the voice of Bruder.