A Wish to Grab Happiness

Fialert-la-Borgograd is a nature that, unlike Kalia, does not dwell on much passion.

Instead, all the emotions I hold go into the depths of their breasts, and on the day when they become dark emotions, I can play them. No, he was human.

I thought Fialert herself that its nature had never changed, and that this would not be the kind of thing that would ever change, and otherwise, I was not willing to change it. I even accepted that it was not so inconvenient and that it was just my personality.

That, should have been.

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

The moment he heard Arueno's words, Fialert first felt his vision blurred.

At the same time, he complains of pain that causes his brain to bounce off his skull. Unexpectedly, I fluttered my head. The exhaling breath is hot, as if it had changed to flames.

I couldn't tell for a moment what that was. I don't remember my body being attacked by such a glitch sooner. Besides, there was no problem until now. And yet. This shock that strikes me abruptly, this is, what?

But before I thought about my current situation, there were words out there. My lips move naturally. I've never had such an experience before.

"Virgin Arueno, as long as you care. But you don't have to worry about that."

Only my voice was oddly fluent. That feels like the emotions aren't doing so well, just uttering words as a function.

My lips work out the words selflessly when I say that I haven't been able to sort out my mood at all yet. That's what you need.

Arueno shakes his eyebrows in the words of Fialert. Just, slightly.

"What do you mean?"

The words of the fialert take away the questions that have arisen. It was then that Fialert finally began to understand the identity of the emotions that were twitching in her and about to take shape.

"- Me and Rugis have entered into an important, which is the kind of contract no one else can enter into. I can no longer call myself someone else in red. I should take full responsibility for what he's done."

What I have shaped in my chest. That's indisputable outrage.

Oh, no. Is that something you can very well describe? This emotion is not easy enough to describe in such cheap terms as rage, etc., anger, etc.

This woman, this woman who calls herself the Virgin, said she and Rugis were just other people. I see, indeed, from her, the Virgin Arueno, it may seem so. Rather, it would be a problem if it had something to do with him, known as the Great Sinner.

But whatever the disadvantage, for a fialert, the word alone is unacceptable.

Rugis is nothing short of an ideal for fialerts. He who is the same lead as himself, yet reaches for gold, and collapses, yet still does not stop walking. It's too painful. His own chest staring at his back is given palpitations and anxiety at all times.

Oh, if you can, let me stop that walk, and you two want to run away somewhere. He won't even forgive me for that, and he moves on.

That's why Fialert is here. Rugis is here, he's here.

Nor is it a lie that you made a contract. Once exchanged in Gallu Amalia, the word of vows. That contract is still alive here. Because the contract is interrupted only when the request to Rugis is completed. That's how the request - it's still being interrupted. That's what Rugis told me herself.

Then that contract is still alive. Unless I declare that my request has been fulfilled and everything is resolved, there is an uninterrupted contract between me and Rugis. That's what entwines the soul, the covenant.

Just think of it, Fialert's mind is going to drown in intoxication. This covenant is a soul covenant, neither Kalia nor that elf queen has. That's what I'm doing with Rugis. Oh, something that dissolves forever, etc. Never, I'll let you go.

Even if Rugis turns his back on himself, his soul remains bound to him.

The Virgin in front of us trampled upon ourselves for that covenant with others in red, and so forth. That's not something you can forgive.

"... I see that story, as a candidate for the Holy Virgin of the Catholic Church, I would like to hear more about it,"

Fialert found that Arueno's movement, also thought to be refined, was slightly dull. It also went right back, but still, I did see that look distorted, Fialert said.

Now this room was as if the air had frozen. Every breath feels heavy. But among other things, the fierceness of the fialert is not going away.

"- Dear Arueno, for the time being. You may continue to talk with us. But one thing I'd like to ask you first."

Somewhere in that atmosphere, arguably urgent, it was the lord Mordow-Gone who first uttered the word.

The expression doesn't have the good-looking grin of anyone floating around earlier anymore. Undisputed, the lord of Belfein. His face. Shaking his thick lips, Mordeau tells.

"... I also have some concerns. If it's true that the great sinner, Rugis, is staying here in Belfein, we'll sit down for a few moments to capture him, but we'll send in private soldiers."

To observe from its mouthfeel, it seemed that what Mordeau had made the words contain was not just superficial. Of course, there are also thoughts of dedication to the Virgin, merit, etc. It's not just that, it's like something, something else, something like that.

While I'm surprised at not a few fialerts, nevertheless, the word remains the one Fialert and Kalia tried to pull out. Then there's no big problem.

"But I want you to be sure. The man who broke into this city, the man who is indisputably a great sinner."

How did this persuade you? Fialert's eyes, instantly. Black hair slightly crossed my vision.

I can't even tell a boulder that I know because I'm one of them. I am well aware that Mordeau is now caring for Gallu Amalia and the crest.

If so, you should want to avoid throwing private soldiers easily, even as a mordor. If we do that, the trend will naturally be noticed by the crest inmates who are invading Belfein, rather it is pointless to put in small private soldiers that will not be noticed.

And if you are noticed, it is no longer possible to build a relationship with the crest religion or anything else. Perhaps if we could build a relationship, it would be impossible to even make us have pale expectations. In that case, the very work carried out by Belfein disappears like blisters.

As far as the crest religion stands, it is as much as it wishes, and the input of private soldiers is necessary to hunt down Rugis.

Fialert understood well in this case. Rugis doesn't care about me right now. Instead of relying on me, he didn't even speak to me as I went to Belfein.

Yeah, so Fialert understood that there was no point in hesitating anymore.

If Rugis doesn't care about me, if he's not even conscious, you can plant me in that consciousness and make it unforgettable. Just plant the seeds so you can use me as your base. Just make sure he can't leave me, too, so I can't leave him. Easy, whatever. I have the biggest weapon.

- It's okay, Rugis. Never do anything to your detriment. I give you absolute happiness. So don't abandon me? I won't abandon you, either, no matter what.

That, for that matter. Whatever we do now, we have to move Mordor here. I worked out the words in my head, and the fialert tried to open my lips, the moment.

"- Yeah, I'm with these eyes, too, and I checked. That must be, without a doubt, Rugis the Great Sinner. Dear Mordeaux, I hope you can capture his figure."

With a smile of mercy, Arueno, the Virgin, was echoing a clear voice.