A Wish to Grab Happiness

The sun setting shines through the windows to illuminate the hallway of the Lordship of Belfein. The servant who was carrying the water bottle was greetingly drooling his head, and his dark hair, shaking accordingly, was reflected in the window.

"... please, Dear Fialert"

Yes, the dark hair of the fialert passes loosely in front of the servant who moves his lips and shakes his eyes vainly.

Thank you, Fialert told me just that, dignified, crossed the hallway of the Lordship Hall. As if that were natural. There's nothing strange about it, as I stress. From the tip of his finger, the sweet, flowery scent had faded away.

Slowly, slowly through the hallway, and so out of the sight of the servant, Phew, and Fialert leaked a sigh of relief.

- Good, apparently, it worked.

He stares at his fingertips as he leads to the wall. My black eyes swung as they pretended.

Thought-induced magic. I see. It's convenient, but far from universal. In a way, could it be called magical sorcery?

All you can do is direct your thinking and mislead the facts. That would also weaken the effect if it was too uncomfortable. The only thing I can do for a fialert right now is let myself, a guest of skill, imprint it on the other person's brain that it's not weird to stroll around the hall.

Now, like Rugis said, forcing a large number of humans to fan, etc., seems to be still a story ahead of us.

Unexpectedly, the black eye of the fialert blinks. In this case, it's still going to be a long way to show off to Rugis. Oh, my God. I'd like to breathe my accomplishments into Rugis' ears right now and hear them leak out of his lips.

But patience. If you are in too much of a hurry, you will zero out your great success from this finger. We have to be ready. So much so that there is no room for a drop of water or a single bug to enter.

Besides, I don't mind thinking guidance, as long as this is all I can do now. All I needed was a little freedom, that's all I need. So there's no rush.

So, though, there's a really deviant thought in my chest, Fialert understood. Even if you try to sneak your footsteps so that someone doesn't feel you are suspicious, your body moves faster without knowing it. Pity. Isn't this like a child who can't control his emotions?

But soon, Rugis will be here. It was a sort of hunch, assuming his movements. Oh, I'm sure they're coming. To take away this city called Belfein. Because that's who Rugis is.

Then I want to keep everything in order for him. Build a path, prepare a stage for him, and wait. Will that please him? Will you praise yourself? For a little while, you might turn your attention. Just as that imagination passes the edge of the brain, something warm pours into the chest of the fialert. I can't stop pushing it.

Now, Rugis hasn't seen me this way yet. That would be true. I don't want to know, I don't want to understand, but I can't distract myself from that fact. Don't do it.

Because turning a blind eye is tantamount to accepting Rugis' actions. Even if you don't look at this side of the spectrum, if that's okay, I'll accept it.

I'm sure Fialert would have easily accepted it if it had been me. If you've reached out desperately and pursued that hand, and still, you've been shown your back. Fialert must have accepted that she couldn't help herself. I must have accepted it.

But it's strange, but I don't want to appear in my own chest even if I feel that way even now. Rather, it is as if the choice to accept and give up did not exist from the outset.

That may have been impressed by Rugis. may also have been embedded in the depths of the spirit of fialert such a nature from the beginning.

That's how the spirit tells you. We should do everything here in Belfein. I told Rugis I needed to hit the decisive pile.

Yes, the pile for him to rely on me and reach out to me like that, right here and now. Fialert's black eyes blinked.

If you look sweet, I'm in trouble. Indeed, I may have given less to this hand than to the heroic Karia of the battlefield or to the Virgin Mattia of the Crest. God may have given himself glory and not even contempt.

From the beginning, I was not a genius to accomplish anything lightly. I had to bear the humiliation by wetting my eyes with bitterness and reluctance again and again, gripping my fist. I saw the wall of giving up many times. I was humiliated many times. Over and over and over again, he said that he could not reach a being like himself. And so, every time, I let blood seep through my fingernails.

Yeah, but he saw the wall of giving up again and again, surrounded by talented people. He's a fool who drowned his head every time. That's why, oh, that's why.

- You're the only one who doesn't want to give up. Rugis, don't think it's that easy, don't you?

Even if the nails shredded and the fingers bled, even if the light was lost from these eyes, did you know? Compared to the whimpering of giving up, there were more severe sores that could be peeled off.

Fialert's cheeks loosen and his legs, proceeding down the hallway of the Lordship Hall. We had already decided where to go.

There must be a room in the hall of lords, nobles, and so called. To the place where the knowledge of the land was gathered, to the library, the feet of Fialert grew slowly. The foothold has a clear will and purpose.

The shadow slowly stretched out the hallway.

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The golden eye swayed as if frightened by something.

Arueno felt her lips terrible and dry. I feel strange breathlessness in my lungs. My gut complains about the discomfort that the air I was sucking earlier has caused me to turn into something else.

What? What happened? A few times, his eyelids blink, in his strangely shaky head, turning his thoughts. Nothing, the air didn't really degenerate. Close to it, something, rocked.

Right, magic. A stream of magic, for a moment, twisted into distortion. It gave him the feeling that the air had degenerated. Unexpectedly, he even seems to learn to nauseate, and Arueno holds his mouth down with his hands.

Probably it ends just uncomfortable. If you were just a human being, you'd end up tilting your neck slightly. Even people who are profoundly enchanted by witchcraft may slightly frown and decide not to notice.

But the Virgin and the magic that is poured all over her body, so called and honored, tell her of a clear anomaly. The magic itself is shaken, and the stream that it is supposed to flow backwards is disgusting. If you say so, it seems that blood traveling all over your body has forgotten where it's going and carried it to a completely different place.

- You can't do this. Something's happening, something big and wrong.

Golden hair, shaking. Arueno felt her cheeks slightly paler. I didn't know, and the person stood up. Now I felt it for a moment, a twist of magic, a disturbance, a run. As we explore its origins, the fluttering legs pop out of the private room and lead to the hallway.

A sunset entering through the window gently strokes Arueno's eyes. It was time for the sun to go down. Long eyelashes, let's shake.

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Arueno's lips, slightly waved, as if his chest had been shaken by that evening view. The slightly leaked voice never reached anyone, but was dispersed in the sky and disappeared.