A Wish to Grab Happiness

The light-green pillar erased its fierce figure from the mercenary city of Berfein. It was only then that Bruder set foot on the premises of the Lordship Palace.

My shoulders are moving up and down and my lungs are stuffy as I shorten my breath. That's what the sweat was spraying out of my whole body. But the agony that resides in Bruder's chest and the emotion that just scorches his eyes doesn't stop him.

What those eyes look for is, you know, a silver-haired swordsman. I seriously wounded my sister Vestalinu, asking her life and death, and so she also pointed a blade at her own employer, a woman.

Of course, Bruder and mercenary, I understand the logic of the battlefield. Everyone on the battlefield is giving them the right to kill themselves. It's like yelling so loud that you don't mind anything, trying to get your life taken.

It is unacceptable to stand on the battlefield. What denies the exchange of life does not set foot on the battlefield.

To Bruder, too, I'm not going to blame the silver-haired swordsman. It would also be a disgrace to Vestalinu to make a noise about being outrageous, etc. Vestalinu and I should be ready to die at some point or another when we decide to put that battle axe up.

- But, nonetheless, acceptable and unacceptable things naturally exist.

Bruder's heart palpitates, barks. Lips wobbled and white dog teeth showed their appearance. It's unacceptable, I can't. Is it something you can never do?

I once told myself that I had no choice but to execute my father, strayed from my gaze, and lived. Even when they captured my mother, even when they took my sister, yes. Whatever time I was, I missed my gaze from everything that was inconvenient, threw everything at me, and so I gave my wish that this life would end sooner, and I lived.

That's all. I'm sorry. Very, I don't want to go back. Such a way of life where you want your own body to decay faster, soak your head with rum of a bad nature, and then even expose your own will to mud.

Gyu, that fist was strong and gripped very hard. The feeling of a long needle being gripped is strangely cold. At all, how could I have thought of this? I should have thrown away all this emotion and heat a long time ago. Only inertia and giving up was supposed to hold me in this body.

The cause is surely not the work of his parents' enemies Mordoe-Gorn or the presence of that silver-haired swordsman. I'm sure it's that guy. That employer, it's bad.

He says he doesn't want to, but he burns people on his own and forces them to pull his hand. What an irrational, stormy man. If that man hadn't appeared on the stage by the name of Belfein, neither himself nor Vestalinu would have set foot on such a battlefield.

Really, what a troublesome person, that man is. Still, well, I don't feel bad. Bruder's brown hair shakes.

I tried to step inside the Lordship Hall while turning my gaze around, at that time. Something, like a heavy thing falling and lying down, hits Bruder in the ear. The only thing that sounded was the original garden and I don't think it sounded like that, the place.

Nature and Bruder's gaze pour into the garden. I found my eyes wide open. Canine teeth develop a fever that even remembers pain.

- There it was, Rugis, the bloody employer, and a strange brunette. And so it was the figure of a silver-haired swordsman who cut down Vestallinu.

Speaking of which, the figure of the employer was nowhere near here. That's how the employer ended up slashing each other with that silver-haired swordsman.

My eyes blink and my gaze turns to Rugis.

Thoughts barely circled the brain. Just a sight given to me by my eyes is moving the spinal cord of Bruder unknowingly. The fingertips grip the large silver needle smoothly, and in a flowing motion, throw it.

with a clear will to wear and pierce the subject.

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- If you think so, you're a mercenary.

And the great needle made him bury himself in the soil of the garden, just beside Rugis. It's not that I made a mistake adding or subtracting throws, but a few large needles pierce the earth, just as they said they were thrown to throw them where they were.

Kalia's silver eyes, instantly. I turned my gaze to the needleworker mercenary so as to inquire about its intentions.

"I'm not sure. I think this is the perfect time for you."

Kalia's lips swayed and her natural doubts were raised. I understand very well that this mercenary is hostile to himself. I suppose you even resent yourself for poking a blade at the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu. That's what the mercenary said about Vestalinu with his family. Then I don't know how it feels.

That's why Kalia can't understand the point of daring to stick a big needle to the ground. That's nagging, like communicating existence to this side. Given the score of needles, it should naturally be the norm to act unnoticed by the enemy.

Brown hair, shaking in the wind. As always, I can't read the expression because of the hat I was wearing, but I could only see its strange eyesight.

"... I didn't take it off. I just prioritized my employer. Nothing. You're a mercenary."

With his lips pointed, the needle mercenary strengthens his gaze without even trying to hide hostility here. Karia looked at the tip of the needle stuck to the ground with the sword of love in her hand.

Unexpectedly, my eyes are distorted. Its creepy, harsh appearance clouded my mouth. At first glance, it looks like a worm. But if you stare at him, it's an indisputable piece of that meat-hunk beast. That's what's moving, crawling through the ground.

The flesh was scattered by Rugis, and most followed the path of crumbling, but apparently the pieces remained intact.

So he crawled into Rugis with his instincts engraved in hostility? Karia's soles crush several soles that would have escaped the demon hand of the needle while stiffening her expression. What a strange sensation Kalia found to convey to her whole body.

"Hmm, I see. First, thank you."

Karia continues her words as she rocks her silver eyes and holds the silver sword in one hand as it is. The spine is straight out, and the look on his face, it's sunny.

"If you're here to scratch my life, let's respond with a sword. What do we do, warrior?"

The mercenary in front of him said he gave priority to his employer. Perhaps there would be a build-up of resentment towards me in its chest, but instead of that, it gave priority to controlling the hostility directed against Rugis.

I see that this man is not a man without pride in his chest. He's not just a mercenary who's greedy, he's a warrior with temper.

Then it is disrespectful to truncate without words anymore. It is unacceptable not to show any respect for his life.

"I'm sorry to die... but I'm sorry to show you my back. Your employer will give it back to you on this occasion."

For a moment, the look on Kalia's face, even smiling and trying to show respect for its will, distorts.

Didn't this guy say something strange right now?

"Nothing to give back, though Rugis is one of us, and there's no reason to hand it over to you?

Fialert is beside him and he releases his words with the same frowning. Unfortunately, there was a feeling that something had been eaten away somewhere I didn't know.

Needle mercenaries also wave their lips as they narrow their gaze.

"Don't be silly. My employer told me that there was no one else I could count on besides my daughter. That's why they're both here."

I see. Rugis did that.

Karia's cheeks tingle, as if she had cramps. Deep breaths were exhaled once. Fialert, apparently, looks the same. The eye ends naturally rise. My gaze pointed toward Rugis.

- After it's all over, let me talk to you carefully, Rugis.