A Wish to Grab Happiness

Loved, silver long sword. I've made it impossible for a long time, but still, I won't leave this waist. Karia strokes the pattern of the sword of love in a loving manner, with an iron cage hand in her hands.

Minimum arming, just caged hands. Even lighter than a lightweight infantry. Kalia liked the lightness of the horse when she thought of the ability to break it, even a heavy-duty suit wrapped in armor.

It was that light outfit that I felt would prove my power. I felt that it was my power not to have heavier gear.

Believers of power. The one who does not hide the pride of the strong. Without strength, nothing can be done. I can't get anything. Yes, Karia, from the bottom of her heart, believes. Gyu and the force ran on those thin fingers. The condition of the cage hand is not bad. Enough, I can see the power reaching my fingertips.

I suppose so. If you have what you want, it's the way to grab it.

"Dear Karia-Birdnick, Never let it happen."

That name you already threw away strikes Kalia in the ear. Silver eyes blinked unexpectedly.

A man named Torga, named near Mordoe-Gorn's side, was sighing with respect beside him. Though only the head is lowered as a courtesy to the upper class, the color of its eyes is by no means that of submission.

Naturally. Karia understood very well that Torga was not here as a man of her own, but as a watchman.

Using the voice of Arueno, the Virgin of the Singing Princess, as an opportunity, Mordeau decided to fill Berfein with private soldiers. Big Sinner for the Catholic Church - To Tighten Rugis' Neck. To devote himself to the Catholic Church, so that he may be the master.

That is, nothing more than a truncated policy of flexibility towards the crest religion. The larger the deployment of private soldiers, the more those who dive into Belfein will know Mordor's will.

So, I don't mind. Much better, if you can kill Rugis on it, if you can devote that figure to the Catholic Church, then there is no problem at all. Considering all the circumstances, a man named Mordeau decided so. I don't know, Karia's eyelashes bounce.

As such, Kalia asked to accompany some of his private soldiers. The prey named Rugis, let him grab it in this hand, declare it so. Oh, totally. Exactly. We took to Belfein to make it happen.

"- Care is useless. Even here, I'm somewhat used to a guy named Sword."

Tighten your cheeks gently to Torga, who turns his cold eyes here, Kalia says.

Kalia's offer to accompany a private soldier was heard surprisingly lightly. I see, if you try Mordo, that must have been a safety measure.

Because I'm sure that man must still have a suspicious mind about himself and Fialert. Well, as a lord, it would be a natural mindset. That man knows so much about being a lord that he doesn't like it.

It could be some kind of trap, such as an upper-class visitor who visited abruptly. Yeah, maybe he's inviting a demon hand to push himself down to the bottom of Nara.

Lords and nobles are not strange to think about that all the time, somewhere in your mind. I'm sure without a word from that Virgin, there would have been no way Mordor would have sent out a private soldier. Karia's throat sounds crazy.

Karia's words about accompanying private soldiers were accepted because he was such a man who had embedded his suspicions into the marrow of his bones.

I'm sure he thinks so. If you and Fialert are buddies, it is better to keep each of them apart for surveillance. Do you not make any disturbing movements, or do you paint good things as pictures in that brain?

It's a good idea to keep your hands together so that you can't do anything strange to determine it. One side, or fialert, is inside the hall, and Kalia is among the soldiers on the battlefield. Of course, they both let their side guard them and keep their safety secured.

That way, even if you have something bad in your chest, you can't act funny. Yes, Mordeau must have thought.

It's a common, whatever, utter idea. It is a natural idea. But will fulfill it be something that can be applied to us? Will we be able to say that with our people?

Pull out the silver sword. Karia's spine stretched, her eyes wide, and she blinked. The dull silver glow slightly reflected Kalia's face.

Yes, both myself and Fialert did come together in this city and joined forces for each other's ends. Sometimes, the back of his mouth was matched.

I see. I'm sure you can call that a collaborator. I might say we've got our hands together. But when asked if he was one of them, that's different.

- Because with my people, Rugis is alone.

Oh, I suppose so. Rugis is indisputably one of his own.

Karia's cheeks, they're crooked. That's as if you're smiling from the side. But if you have the fierceness that dwells in your chest and the passion that swings like a flame, you will no longer say that anyone is smiling.

Karia's white dog teeth bit her lips.

At that time, I told you, Karia thinks. When the journey was still just for you and Rugis. Comfortable, from corner to corner of my chest, when I felt I was full. Sure, I told you. Just when I left Garrist.

- What if? In case you betray me. I will drive you to ruin, will I?

Yes, I told him I gave him some advice. Easily, he left under me. To me, my companion, without any consultation. It disappeared somewhere.

Just let it float up on the edge of thought, and the fury that dwells in Kalia's chest scatters a great fire powder.

Originally, Kalia, still, endured. I even enjoyed the feeling of passion overflowing from his chest. I even tried to show understanding that there was no choice, and that was even how they did it.

Think of it, in the walled city of Galuamaria, in the air garden of Gaza. Yes, he makes me disappear somewhere without consulting me and without words like that. Being selfish, being selfish, I decide everything only by my own will. Nothing has changed since I took myself out of that Birdnick hall.

So, Kalia tried to accept that it was all the same this time. Totally, he said he had no choice.

But this time. As usual, when there was no choice, there was an event that put a smile in Kalia's heart that she tried to sigh so.

That was, albeit indirectly, flaunted by Largdo-Ann, the fact. Rugis took the hand of Virgin Mattia and headed to the mercenary city of Berfein. The words made a distorted sound on Karia's chest.

What the hell is that?

Aren't you one of mine? What are you doing without consulting me? Take the hand of such a man, what are you doing?

To this end, Kalia understood. I don't know if I can finally say that, or if Karia was just out of her sight. But now in Karia's chest, there was certainly one certainty.

- I hear I've spoiled Rugis too much.

Yes. He finally got on with it because he looked a little sweet and accepted that he had no choice but to act on his rampant behavior. If I tolerated any of it, I made a mistake.

But no more. Rugis, it's time for you to make a mistake. What, because it belongs to me, I need it. This is all because I think of you. Kalia leaks a fierce grin, again, with a fever in her eyes.

I have to remind him. Without me, there's nothing you can do. If you are abandoned by me, you will no longer have the glory of any salvation, and I must now teach you once and for all into that brain.

And in the unlikely event of betrayal of oneself or something else - we should make them understand deeply and deeply that there is nothing beyond ruin and despair.

Oh, it takes a hand. Really, it takes a hand. A man named Rugis can't do anything wrong. Because I still don't know anything about you.

But that would be another reward. Karia felt her spine so burning that she was shaking her chest. That's somewhere now, comfortable.

I understood naturally that it was now exciting me to move forward. The silver hair, divided into two rooms, shakes. As if to scatter the firepowder.

- Well, it's time, Rugis.