A Wish to Grab Happiness

Near Berfein lord Mordeau-Gorn, Torga.

Serving Mordor more than he did as a youth, he was credited with being too honest in character, yet found an honest job in Mordor, raising his position to the side. No, rather, Torga understands that because of its honest and honest nature, it was able to be a side of Mordeau.

The Lord Mordor of Torga dwells in his chest the depth of suspicion corresponding to the Lord. That's more like an element that can naturally hold as something that stands above a person than a question of humanity. Especially when there is no exaggeration when it comes to adults like Mordeau, people do not know how to deal with the seeds of suspicion that dwell in their own breasts. If you are a nobleman, you do not possess that skill that you have from young children.

That's why Mordeau sidelined Torga. That is how Torga himself understood very well what he was asking of the Lord, and he did not know how to live, except to honestly go straight to it. Therefore Torga kept answering the Lord's request.

As a result, Torga has won so much trust as one of the best of the ministers, and has also been entrusted to the patronage of the Lord's beloved daughter, Princess Iron and Steel Vesterine.

As such, Torga had accepted this assignment because of its trust. The mission consists of guarding and monitoring the Cavalier class, Kalia-Birdnick.

Probably nothing. I can't think of anything to do sooner. But just in case. In case you think you have some tough ploy in your chest, you should keep an eye on it. Yes, the Lord has told me and Torga is here now.

Though somewhat perverse, this time again, I was of the opinion that it was only necessary to carry out that task straight forward and to move along the given role.

But now there is no exaggeration in his chest that he is rocked like never before. The cause of this is a crowd of mercenaries covering the streets as if they were in conflict with private soldiers led by Torga. The mercenary lord is the undisputed steel princess of Belfein, Vestalinu.

"Torga...... just in the right place. I wanted to ask you something, too."

Steel princess taking her child's mercenary and going down the street. In itself, it is also a common sight. There's nothing that makes Torga worry.

The problem is those eyes.

Sometimes, big eyes showing familiarity with Torga and feelings close to it. Now I even have a terrible look on my face. It's as if you can't believe one thing. Torga had seen those eyes, the colors lurking there. No other, the colour of the eyes shown by his Lord Mordor. The very color of your eyes when you doubt someone, something from the bottom of your mind.

The eyes of doubt are now directed at me. Torga was blurring about what the hell that fact meant. Torga said to move her lips slowly, if it was something she could answer to me, and so twinkle.

The private soldiers who refrain behind Torga are looking at the interaction between the two strangely.

"My mother... no, I want to hear everything you know about my parents"

I heard that word, the moment. Torga deepened the wrinkles that began to engrave on his face slightly.

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"... Dear Vestalinu. If it's about my family, there's nothing I can answer as well."

I'm sorry, while I did my gaze at Torga, who bows his head deeply, Vestalinu didn't try to give it back a big response.

Because whether you knew everything or not, the answer to spilling out of Torga's mouth would be the same. There's no way he could betray his master, honest everywhere. But I can't even lie.

Therefore, the question I asked earlier was only to tell them what I am here for right now. The question itself doesn't make much sense.

"Then retreat. I return from this to the Lords' Palace. You will do your duty."

It no longer entailed a sound equal to the word of separation. A farewell word to the loyal Torga, who supported himself beside himself for many years. I still don't know if he knew everything about himself. If I knew, my chest would still be filled with a lot of emotions.

But still, some feelings remain. Then I'll be forgiven for as much as saying goodbye.

Dare you, arrogantly. Dare you, push. That's just about right for me. Seeing as he leads a private soldier, he must have been given some sort of assignment by Mordor, and there would be no point in him staying here.

Yes, as if there was no use anymore, a voice echoed in the ear of Vesterine, who had taken a step and had recently become slightly old.

"... I can't. Dear Vesterine, I can't let you through right now."

Vestalinu took a little time to crush the word in himself. That's too unexpected an answer, and Torga has never taken the choice of gently embarrassing his words before, making rejections, etc. Everywhere, showing a straight allegiance, he was such a man. Therefore, the answer is everywhere, out of the assumption.

Vestalinu apparently wasn't the only one upset by the words. The private soldiers who could be used for Torga also slightly upset their eyes and turned their gaze to Torga to ask their sincerity.

An instant, blank. There was a time when it was like no one could decide the next move.

"Dear Vestalinu, What are you going to ask Lord Mordeau?"

Carefully released Torga words, like choosing words.

"Everything. Everything that concerns me. When it can't be answered --"

There is no exaggeration in Vestalinu's response when he says it is rough. Words are planted with thorns as if they were offerings, and I can see hostility rising in my eyes. Vestalinu now recognized that his spirit lacked a terrible equilibrium.

Perhaps I'm still keeping my sanity because I have a sister by my side who supports me. For a moment, Vestalinu's eyes tilt like he wanted something. Ahead, my sister smiled and stared at me.

Oh, given your sister's predicament, how can I be as crazy and disturbing as I am? That was the only thought that supported Vestalinu right now.

When he was told that the other person he had ever admired and even held dear was his own enemy, Vestalinu's brain was going to cover everything in his thoughts and throw them away as they were. That's because it's very, very easy. Because that must be a joyful choice above all else. I thought that it would suit me if I had ever been able to escape the painful and only pursue sweet flavors.

But the presence of my sister in front of me won't allow it.

How many burn marks has that spirit ever left? How many times have you tried to get out of your mind in that threaded crazy situation? I don't know, all I can say is that I can no longer imagine it, but rather it seems disrespectful to even consider its spirit.

No, I don't know where that is or why my sister is still alive. Because if I were you, I would have thrown everything out to death, first and foremost, rather than thinking about anything.

But my sister is alive. And the spirit is still in equilibrium. If so, how can I let go of my mental wellbeing at will? Vestalinu's eyes, brilliant in their will, pierced Torga.

"-- I shall take every means at my disposal. Even if it goes against all paths."

A strong voice that perseveres, exalts, and doesn't even allow anyone to argue with. He had a very, very beautiful voice, like the blue of the sky.

Everyone reacts to that word, but can no longer utter it. No, everyone even seemed to have a hunch about what was ahead of that word.

Torga shrugs as she narrows her eyes and engraves wrinkles in her eyes.

"Again, I can't let you through here… please, pull, Master Vestalinu. All we are given is to capture the great sinner Rugis and give him to his lord."

Perhaps it seemed to Vestalinu that that was the greatest concession that could be made to an honest Torga.

Our own mission, that's all. Although I'm not willing to capture Vestalinu here, I can't even honestly make it through the road. So now I'm telling you to pull a soldier for a while and chill your head. Whatever, Vestalinu thought that its sexual roots were too gentle a Torga word.

But I can't do that anymore. Vestalinu understood that if he left here, he would no longer be able to proceed again.

Yes, I thought, at the time I tried to divulge my voice. Another voice struck Vesterine in the ear. Undisputed, my own sister's, my voice.