A Wish to Grab Happiness

When his vision captured the silver hair in the second room, the first word that came to his chest was, "How did you get here?" Whatever, the knight doesn't even know I'm in Belfein. For some reason, he is waving a silver long sword to lead the soldiers of the lord.

But there seems to be no mistake that something is wrong with her. Ringing his throat so as to hold down the murder blade thrust against Bruder.

"-- come on, it's like the work of a tragic villain, yeah?

Yes, I uttered words to make them reach my ears, moments.

It was poppy, as if his spine had been licked by a cold wax. I can't think of my fingertips in the emotions directed at me and attach them to the pattern of the treasure sword. Slowly, Kalia's gaze was directed towards me from two people, Bruder and Vestalinu. I can see that the eyes of silver have a brilliant flame inside them.

"You're arriving very late, Rugis. You've become great, too, because you keep me waiting."

The way you blink your eyelashes with your cheeks, you seem to be in a good mood, but, anyway, there is even such a sign that you are obstructing something in the back of your chest. If you touch it at all, that's going to hurt this hand, it looks dangerous somewhere.

I see that the knight who appeared abruptly is apparently in a diagonal mood. That's something I'd like you to dissipate somewhere unrelated to me, please.

"How did you get here... No, you didn't. I'd like to know why the knight appeared. I was going to put a piece on here by myself."

Why, how, such a word would be useless. Approximately, I have a vision. Though it was a very unwanted purpose. Besides, there may be time for words to be exchanged for a long time now, dubious.

I glanced at Kalia's silver eyes, making sure to watermark her shoulders.

"I don't know what you said, I don't think of my people as companions, because there were fools. With my help, I tightened my neck a little bit."

That said, a graceful grin, like a line drawn on Kalia's cheek, floats. But what the grin revealed was never filled with kindness or charity, but must have revealed the nature of her roots.

Oh, I see. Apparently, you're angry with me. Plus, much. My cheeks are unexpected and I get hiccups. The emotions that bathed my whole body seemed to break my knee intact.

With a voice that was about to tremble, it had no fate, joking and whining, he turned his gaze towards both Bruder and Vestalinu names without turning away.

Vestalinu has been badly wounded on his shoulder with blood paint, and Blooder has stopped the bleeding, but how far does that go? Besides, the mercenaries are obviously upset by the loss of their Commander Vestarine.

Terrible. Things are pushing in worse directions than I imagined. If you have a destiny god, I feel like pulling a thousand haircuts behind you.

Bruder is poking, eyes round and staring at this one.

"Employer...... why not. No, more like, oh, too! Are you nuts?

Bruder squeaks so confused as he hugs Vestalinu. It was a word spouted like confusion, shaking its eyes strangely. I hope you don't call me too stupid. That's because we're like each other.

And there's no reason why people like me should take action, no matter how they make it up. It's not like talking for a long time. Again, show your thumbs around the back road as you return your gaze to Kalia.

"-- Let's talk about eating venison after everything, shall we, Bruder? I never let go of what I got in the corner. Didn't I?"

I'll tell him to back off.

Whatever heart guides my sister, I know repeatedly that it is an unacceptable choice for Blooder. Now in Bruder's chest, there must be many kinds of emotions twitching and shouting out loud mouths.

So, as I blow all those emotions away at you, pointing the back way, forcefully absurd the words. He told me to go. That's the right way, as if to order.

Yeah, just get out of here. Even if the war breaks down because of it, and the mercenaries die as dogs, it's not your fault. That's what I made you decide. That's what I said and ordered you. I don't think it's a good idea to be my best friend.

There, the words cut off the space between me and Bruder, sounded.

"Rugis. You, don't be stupid. She, Vestalinu, is a brave man. I'm gonna snap that neck right here, and that's respect for her."

Karia's silver eyes tell her so as she turns from me to Vestalinu and puts some irritation in her voice. If that's a natural dish, there's no way we can get away with it here. The momentum is likely to continue to wield a silver sword and cut off all the Bruders from the Vesterine.

I see, indeed, that is not inherently a mistake. If we were to try to make the whole of Belfein our enemy, Vestalinu would be our enemy. But that's no longer a story of the past. The gear leading Berfein has already begun to rotate in the opposite direction.

Make sure you stand between Bruder and Kalia, move your lips, move. Explain everything. To get Kalia's ear that there is no longer any point in hostility.

"Kalia. More on that later. Bruder, Vestalinu, now there's something —— well, it's one of us. You don't have to wrap your neck around it."

So you said to leave this place early, too, and yes, I was going to keep going.

--Rugis, I'll do the additions and subtractions, set up.

With that word, the silver light explodes, until.

◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

—— Gingin '

hollow, silver and violet electricity interacted and sounded. Rugis forcibly accepts the silver long sword waved down from the upper section, with a treasure sword.

Staring at Rugis with her agony in her eyes, Karia felt a wave of emotion boiling down in her chest pushing her from next to next.

Now, did Rugis say that about them with his buddies? Did you say so easily? As a matter of course, point to them. Treat me like I'm not one of them.

Oh, let's understand. Shame on you. The emotions that sneak from the back of this gut and are wild and wild under one piece of skin are unmistakably jealous. One of those feelings I admit to being stupid. But that's why, yes, that's why you can contain this emotion right now. Can you chop this off with your teeth and drink it whirling around your chest? As Karia's lips sway, she leaks her words.

"I see, Rugis. A companion. For you, maybe. So, for me?

That's a terrible word. I'm going to hate myself. Ugliness is outrageous. I know. Even if I understand that. But still, I don't want to know this throat stops anymore.

Karia's breasts spit out the words as if they had exceeded that tolerance. That's no longer a line of emotion. Not the tongue at the end of the thought, but Karia's throat must have just become a spokesperson for emotion.

"Whose hand are you willing to reach out to and take at the end of the day, Rugis? Me, or someone else. Oh, I don't mind, whatever you want. But it is. What if you betray me?"

I will surely drive you to ruin.

The words sounded like they didn't seem to have come out of their own throats. Karia blinked those silver eyes reflexively, while unexpectedly feeling that the back of her chest was about to burn to shame.

Oh, that's lame. I can't believe I'm throwing up words like this, such a weak woman. These words are, oh, like. I told him not to throw it away. Shame on you, there's no more shame.

Don't move anymore, I think so. As opposed to Kalia's will, her lips remain a chest bottom emotion, shaking, spinning words.

"Now for once, let's hear —— Rugis. You're on my side, right?

The lips were repeating their vows here, as if they were seeking salvation.