A Wish to Grab Happiness

Blurry, my vision shakes. I can't really focus. I just found my body oddly warm. Arueno blinks his golden eyes, looking up at the ceiling. The ceiling was also shaken by sight. Whatever, it's weird.

Slowly rising up, you can see that Arueno's body is hung with a very fine blanket. I see, it should be warm. Not only that, the place where I was sleeping had the softness to hold people in their bodies as if they were sleeping quarters.

I don't know, it's the end of the line. Its softness that wraps my body makes me want to keep my weight intact.

My eyelids are still heavy. It even feels as if they have been uprooted by the power of power in their bodies.

Hence, the shake that had been given intermittently was loud and blaring.

Right, this is a carriage. If you look closely, isn't this the carriage that you have prepared for yourself?

With the golden eyes swinging, questions arise. At the end of the day, how can I let myself be left without a carriage and be rocked? At least I feel like I had more to do, but my consciousness is strangely obscure.

Yeah, I got in the carriage. The sight is in my head. But the process leading up to it is falling apart completely. Didn't I have a reason to take the carriage?

The fact that I'm rocked by a carriage goes hand in hand, makes me unnecessarily unsure whether it's a dream now or a reality. Her eyelids are heavy.

While following the gravity of the lid, Arueno narrows his eyes and looks around for a moment. There's no one around. Of the carriage's private rooms, only Arueno is swayed. Probably as predictable as a dedicated lord pulling a carriage, but no one else.

Again, it was a dream.

Yes, with one conclusion in the back of his chest, Arueno lays again in the carriage seat with his eyes closed. The feel given to the back is soft and comfortable.

- Nearby, beside that overlapping exhalation too, I felt Rugis was there.

Was that a dream? Even if you do explore in your memory, the sight is as vague as it was in your skull. All that remains is the edge of the eye and, as such, a slight touch in the back of the ear.

What is burning in my eyes is a roughly cuddly fit, Rugis beside me. So there's one voice still ringing in the back of my ear.

- The woman I fell in love with...

As soon as the words echoed in his ears and thus inspired thought, Arueno's closing eyelids opened. My throat spit as my golden hair swayed.

No, that's not a dream, it's not.

As soon as I'm sure of it, my cheeks don't know and I have a fever. I was looking for a place to put that gaze as my eyes moistened. Yes, indeed, Rugis was exchanging words with someone then. Until it's fulfilled and who the hell it was, the memories don't try to trace. Ambiguous in the brain marrow, memories are torn like clouds. As if, yes, someone was taking away this self and consciousness.

There's only one thing I remember. That Rugis' eyes when he spoke the word were unmistakably piercing himself.

Don't know, hide your face with a blanket. Hot, hot, hot. Many times the thread of memories is wrapped around the skull wondering if it was true or not a dream.

I'm sure I look like I can't show anyone right now. You don't hear that nervousness covers your whole body and your face weirdly has heat. Even so, the lips represent joy by striking waves with trembling. After all, it's not the face people showed me.

He remembered, he remembered, he was giving me.

That's what I thought when I left myself in the crest religion and forgot about myself and everything else, I asked for salvation. But no. No. Rugis is waiting for me. He's the one who wants me.

That fact alone shakes Arueno's chest in delight. The fingertips gripped the blanket harder. Joy transmits the spine and gives shivers to the whole body.

- Oh, after all, I must be the one who can give him salvation that way what Rugis is looking for.

Such a clear certainty covers Arueno's chest. Above all, I can't wait to hear about it.

And at the same time. As if pointing out his path, a new revelation of light was about to emerge in the depths of Arueno's brain, at the root of his thought.

It's God's revelation. Written down the path to the Virgin. Just like that used to be in the cathedral, it comes up in my head.

I see, the process is hardly remembered, but because of its revelation, I am rocked by a carriage. Memories in the skull are arranged as if they were guided by revelation. Nothing, nothing strange, just to argue that this is the right path.

The destination of revelation is the journey away from Belfein.

The golden eyes narrow. From the eyes, the heat was spitting momentum. Getting away from Belfein means getting away from Rugis. That's what I want to take his hand for you as soon as possible.

But while blinking his eyes for a moment, Arueno leaked deep, several degrees of breathing. The inside of the skull slightly regains its calm.

I see. Sure, if I can do it, I want to turn my heel back to Belfein now and take Rugis' hand. But you can't do that. That is too brief.

Rugis is now trying to reach for incorrect salvation. To a distorted salvation, named the crest religion. Of course I can't help it either. Waiting for me, but still sometimes my heart will lean otherwise. I'm human with him. That's natural.

So the important thing is to make sure Rugis never leans on anything else again. It's about disconnecting him from everything else. For this reason, there is no choice but to go a little farther. Besides, I'm just a little girl on my way to Belfein. Nothing can be done.

Now, then, follow the revelation. Believe me that my approach to the Virgin will bring me closer to the salvation of Rugis.

Yes, Arueno whined another word, deep in his chest, as he floated in his heart. That's never conscious. One word that must have surfaced unconsciously and then sank into the back of my chest again.

- Yeah, yeah. I'm the only one who can give him salvation. This right does not give way even to God.