A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Master Rugis, bury yourself here.

What can I do for you, Virgin Mattia?

Yes, called upon by one of the crests, Mattia narrowed her gaze.

In front of me, a sign indicating that the building was a luxury tavern shook and sparkled with gold embellishments. Among the luxury taverns, it is unusual for a sign to be decorated with gold. Mattia thought so in the corner of her head, wondering if this place was really a social place for nobles or similar people.

In it, Rugis, and a brudering mercenary, are brought in, first of all, the lay people tell him that there is no mistake. And the fact that the mastermind who took them away became the guardian of this city and one of the rulers, Vestalinu-Gorn.

The whereabouts of Rugis, and the presence of the mastermind, the information, have rolled lightly into each other's hands lurking in Berfein. At first, to the extra dismay, Mattia doubted that she was being grabbed by false information.

But I guess that was natural, too, in a way. Anyway, a man named Vestalinu has difficulty hiding himself in this city in the first place. If you step into the city, that's all the gaze around you follows her in the shadows.

Everyone can't take their gaze off, even though they are sometimes awed, sometimes revered, sometimes scorned.

A steel princess Vestalinu-Gorn was such a presence for this city. Undisputed, it must have been a symbol of Berfein and ruler.

Immediately after being temporarily away from Rugis, Mattia was working with the crest groom infiltrating Belfein.

That is, in case Rugis' life is in danger, as a force to save him brilliantly. And at the same time, to serve as a source of information to ensure that we never miss what happened in Belfein.

Based on that information, the destination is this luxury tavern. The true or false is unknown, but it seems that this is also the tavern of the destination of Vestalinu.

Mattia understood that her chest was tingling with palpitations so painful. If I can, I want to take off all my troubles and step into the tavern. I want momentum to open the door and call the name of Rugis.

But you can't do that. Mattia was well aware that the cold intentions, which still functioned marginally, would merely widen the wound and rather hand over Rugis' life to the end of the sword.

Besides, instead of hiring mercenaries to kill them on the spot, he took them somewhere on purpose, which means that the mastermind of the incident had something to do with Rugis.

If so, it is unlikely that some harm will be done immediately. Instead of being forced to step in this one, we should try and lure Vestalinu out. I know. Yeah, even if I know that.

I know, but... Mattia understood in her own brain that this intention was finally being made up in a dangerous equilibrium. One more step, if something leans, I'm no longer with reason, with intentions, etc. Before such things go around in your head, you will reach out to those whose emotions scream.

Breathe loudly once. Calm down, calm down.

Oh, at all, don't do anything dangerous to Rugis, etc. Keep it great, I am this body. Whatever, like his own foolishness, Mattia sighed heavily. Enjoy, enjoy, calm down, Mattia. Yes, I tell myself over and over again.

Let's do it, and tell the crest man who leaks his voice again, Mattia tries to slowly make up the words, shaking her throat.

"- Let's throw in a foreign object and see its ripples. That way you can see what's going on underwater. Here's what you dressed as a Berfein soldier."

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Under the dark, much darker lighting of the tavern. There were many people everywhere, but there was just one voice, and it was ringing. Blooder's voice.

"... ask again, Princess Iron and Steel"

As I caught the sound with my ears, I felt a slight certainty begin to budge deep into my chest.

As soon as I felt that bud, my heart palpitated as if it were going to bounce, and the blood flow rushed through my whole body hard. I would have liked to forgive you. That feeling was welcome now.

Because that given feeling must represent a great expectation.

"Do you really remember when you were a kid?"

As if responding to Bruder's whining, the big eyes of the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu shook, I could see.

Undisputed. In its iron-covered body, a weak emotion, unprotected by nothing, is shaking as if it had been beaten by a strong wind.

"... nothing, don't say. Shut up and keep your mouth shut."

The words that Vestalinu uttered were no longer only word connections, but seemed very unlikely to be the words spoken by people. Instead of words, I just forced the sound out of my throat.

However, it is still not disturbing and biting and enduring the lips because of the presence of the mercenaries of the children surrounding them, or because the high pile of dignity as a steel princess does not allow it?

But no more mistakes. That certainty is breathing in me. With one more breath, even a hang-up of something, if any. The truth that Vestalinu has ever held dear precipitates and dulls.

Even now, I would have doubts. That would have grown into suspicion. Must be filling Vestalinu's chest. But still, she takes care of it in her chest and tries to think it's true.

In other words, he is the undisputed son of Mordoe-Gorn, and everything Bruder says is nothing but bullshit. I hold that thought in my arms for the rest of my life.

And one more breath. That's it. Yes, the moment I thought about it. One loud noise, sounds.

- Don't, Don.

Luxury taverns, the sound of knocking on their doors.

In that dim, restricted space, sound sounds even better. Vestalinu, and the mercenaries around. Everyone looked up. A distorted world, spoken from Bruder's mouth. Out of that story, take it off. To the outside world, as if to seek salvation.

The high of Vestalinu, the sound of even the door piercing, echoes.

"- Who is it? No one is allowed in here right now."

I guess I was pulled back by the sound of knocking on the door and finally got my fluent words back. As Vestalinu trembles his lips, he tells.

Tasteless. My throat rattled and my brow was naturally flaunted, I see. I hear this visitor's been carrying a bad flow for us. Vestalinu's voice, and eyes, are slightly returning light.

Vestalinu's heart was shaking tremendously because of the special space of this thin dark liquor store. Because of the isolation of certain distant lands from the outside world, the spirit of Vestalinu could not even escape and had to take Bruder's words, all of them.

But now, for a moment because of a sudden visitor, Vestalinu sucked the outside air up into its lungs. Terrible, unsavory. When this happens, the mind, which should have swayed once, returns to calm, and man wants to dwell on the known falsehood he had already accepted rather than the new truth he was given.

The voice of the visitors roars inside the tavern.

"Were you here, Master Vestalinu? Mr. Mordeaux has asked me to return as soon as possible. Sorry to bother you, but I hope you're back."

And I see this decree - sucks. Mordeau, Vestalinu's beloved father. With that word alone, the spirit of Vestalinu may be forced back into reality.

Yeah, but that's why we're here. This is the only place to take action.

Now he's like standing in the water, suffering, finally getting his face out of the water and taking in the air while he's about to choke. Sure, he would've breathed air into his lungs once. But that's not necessarily salvation. Once the appeased mind, once again, if it is dragged down into the water, it can no longer even resist and sink.

So here it is. My lips were crooked, I see.

"Hey, do you have any seeds left? He can pull his ankle just like that."

Ask Bruder, so whisper, and throw your gaze. But when it came to Blooder, he rocked those eyes, seemingly complicated by my words, and returned his strangely unreliable gaze here.

Those eyes are something I've never even seen before, and I accidentally distort my eyelids. Hey, what is it? What happened to the grand gesture just now?

"Please, dude. Now, you're the only one I can count on, Bruder."

"... I'm an irresponsible employer, you know. Then it's something. What if I told you I didn't have a plan anymore? Do you want to die with me?

In response to my words, I snarl my teeth at those words that have been released for almost no time. Because the words that came out of Bruder's mouth were strangely, irritating voices. On the contrary, from my mouth, calm down and words of course were spouted.

"Is it possible to die? At that time, we'll look for a way to survive. Hey, it's easier for us."

Whisper, whisper so. Whatever, I thought it was something long.

But that light-hearted exchange reminded me of a time when I used to call Bruder my best friend. I'm so overwhelmed. Whatever, it shook my heart to call me a friend, and someone I could go out with on an equal footing with, because it was the only thing that was ever Blueder to me.

By the time the words returned from it, there was an instant, a crusade. You can call it blank. Now Bruder rounds his eyes and blinks his eyelids a few times. What's that strange reaction?

And as he turned away from me, Bruder said, gently clapping his shoulders. The mouthpiece, really, must have been the mouthpiece that reminded Bruder of what used to be.

"Good word. Don't underestimate it, employer. I've got my hands on it too... unfortunately, I've been hired. I'll do everything I can. Bye, hey."