A Wish to Grab Happiness

Virgin Mattia was stroking her breasts when the steel princess Vestallinu, who revealed herself more than a luxury tavern, and the mercenaries who followed it, flocked across the street.

Because Rugis, his neighbor, never pursued his back. Instead, he stands on the edge of the street, as if he had fallen somewhere in the way. Seeing her face, Mattia felt her chest tucked away.

Oh, Rugis kept his word and didn't follow the mercenary's back. Yes, it must be. Excellent. Nothing more.

To hear the words of the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu, that no longer stores rebellion against the lord in his gut. The mercenaries probably understood it all, and on top of that, they headed to the dead.

Yes, it's a dead place. It must be a dead place ahead of them. Mercenaries and lords' private soldiers can't be a battle.

The profession of mercenary, etc. is the kind of profession to which those who were originally peasants and merchants inevitably end up because they no longer have access to daily food. Some of them will usually make a living as peasants, while turning Miso into a mercenary in his idleness. If I tell you, the vast majority of mercenaries are just amateurs wielding weapons

But a lord's private soldier is different. A private soldier is a man who fights and fights. Inevitably, they are not the ones who made the battlefield a place for their own livelihood. Those who want themselves and choose to fight for their lives. A group of people who spend their days training, letting their spear-wielding enemies play their brains, slapping their shields and crushing their enemies to death.

Not very much, but just because a mercenary has become a herd, it's not the kind of opponent you can fight. The fact that the Iron and Steel Princess is a child doesn't mean she doesn't have any strength at all, but the settlement is still visible. Unless something, something, overshadows that clear settlement, there can be no shade of victory on the part of the lord.

Mattia therefore relieves herself. For not letting Rugis jump himself into such a dangerous, very tranquil place of death. That he was wise above all else. Unexpectedly, my cheeks shake.

Yes, it must be wise. Either way, Belfein's two-wheeled Mordow-Gone and Vestalinu-Gone's father and daughter are pushing their fangs against each other. As a crest religion, we no longer need to disrupt the field any more. After that, you just have to slow down and watch this land called Belfein break at its feet itself. Only the best results were obtained.

Yes, I think, speaking on the back of Rugis, who became a bar, Mattia represents herself from behind the street.

You should praise him. Fully, praiseworthy. Praise the wisdom, the deeds, for letting go. That way, I'm sure Rugis will make the right choice, the same way next time. Yes, to obey me more, to accept my words more, to be.

This would be such a joy that the back of the chest melts and is about to burn down. Mattia's cheek breaks into joy, unexpectedly, and the voice to be hung on Rugis is likely to contain a loose color.

Mattia opened her lips, desperately tying up her emotions and finishing her expression and voice as best she could.

but Mattia's crystal clear voice didn't try to leak out of her throat.

"--Mattia? What's up, it's on schedule. Everything was bent over my palm, but at the end of the day everything was as scripted."

Mattia's eyes capture Rugis' face, who looks back at the signs and plays the words lightly as usual.

My throat is clogged and I try to make noise, I don't. Mattia didn't think, she blinked her eyelashes.

Rugis' face is dyed dark enough to evoke the night. Of course, that complexion is not actually changing. But so much adhesive emotion that makes him feel that way has covered his face.

And yet, yes, those eyes, only two eyes, continue to shine what may seem fierce. Rugis had a face far from a floating expression like that.

Mattia knows what that expression means. Similar expressions have been seen several times. And his throat swallowed down, and his toes trembled as if frightened.

Mattia, and from Rugis' mouth again, his name, as he calls, is told. But without waiting for Rugis' next word, Mattia opened her lips.

"Rugis, are you… going to throw yourself in danger again? Are you going to throw a reckless rope of help?"

I tried to squeeze my throat out and leaked, voice. Very, not like Mattia leaks in the ordinary course of time. It was just like the emotions that just flooded out of your chest were born there as voices.

When he was wise, it was a mistake to think so. Oh, it was just my own mistake.

I'm sure now Rugis is about to throw himself into the battle of those mercenaries. I don't know why, I don't know what the intention is. However, the look on his face is never the face of a man who has given up something.

Anyway, now that it's all supposed to be over, Rugis' eyes still give off a dull glow and eloquently tell the story that his will is still there.

Rugis' lips rocked, as if they contained some confusion.

"Come on, give me a break. I'm the one who helps people. I told you, you do that in your spare time."

So Rugis continues his words with a slight look on his face. Mattia stared at Rugis' face, even as she distorted her eyes.

"So this is just going to pick up my scattered seeds. It's easy. On the battlefield, I take one or two lives home, that's all."

What's easy? What makes it easier? The path he chose is very unwise. Very hard to say that you are choosing the right path, etc. Rather, it is a foolish act that does not entrust one's destiny to reason, but rather to the cry of emotion but leaves it at bay.

That way, that way of life, that way of thinking, is in no way compatible with Mattia's beliefs.

For Mattia, who has lived her life building up reason and intentions, the way Rugis thinks is something she should repel. Not very much, but not easy to drink. Rather denying it from the front, smashing it to pieces, even the desire to beat him, was swirling inside Mattia.

Yeah, but that's, uh, not yet. Not yet, no.

Even if we hold Rugis down here now, I'm sure he's headed to the battlefield. Mattia understands that very well. That's who he is. Even if I say it in words, I don't hear it. He's letting some unbroken sword swallow into him.

Besides, Mattia thinks. It was once in the walled city of Galuamaria that he saved and defended his life, too, the way he was. Wise or not, it's Rugis' way of life. Mattia couldn't possibly deny everything right now.

So, I guess. Mattia said the word of rebellion was coming out to her throat, but, hey, she didn't feel like spitting it out. Instead, point your fingertips at the back road.

"... now we're on our way, just to be drunk by a whirlpool on the battlefield. Prepare a guide for the crest teachings. Go behind the streets to the battlefield."

How surprisingly, the look of Rugis blinking her eyes was a little, comforting for Mattia. Thus, if there is really nothing I can do, I leak a big, sigh to tell you that I have no choice but to swallow this time.

"Okay, Rugis. My compromise is to respect you. You have no choice but to make a promise to me."

Be sure to go home alive. So —— next time, swallow my words. When he heard the words, Rugis accepted Mattia's words, clapping her shoulders lightly, saying that she was sorry and thankful. Yes, I did.

Mattia felt her eyes almost shaking violently. Swallow exhalation as you desperately seek calm in your own emotions and expressions that are about to collapse unknowingly.

Now, this is good. Now, if we don't keep him to this extent, he'll rebel hard. Slowly, and surely. Teach him the right path. So, I don't mind. Let's do everything we can to make sure he gets home alive.

Before disappearing on the back road, Rugis and Mattia have a short conversation of one or two words. After this, outlook. That's all, a conversation about where to clean up all the settlements.

In it, uh, Mattia opens her mouth. This time, I wonder who the hell you're going to help.

Rugis opened his mouth as he missed his gaze for a moment.

"My best friend's not over there."

Slightly, Rugis moves her lips as she narrows her eyes. I could even see the look on his face.

"He's an idiot, too. For the sake of the flesh parents, your name, your happiness, that's what throws even your gender at you. Big idiot. Nobody wants anything but his own happiness."

That's all Rugis told me. I didn't try to say anything more, and Mattia, again, leaked her sigh and didn't try to hear any more.

Really, someone who has no choice. Really, there's nothing I can do about it. Mattia ended the conversation, blinking her eyes, dropping off Rugis' back as she disappeared onto the back road.