A Wish to Grab Happiness

The hair of the Virgin Mattia stuck to its cheeks with sweat. Breathe with your shoulders and let just a few bites of water come into your lips.

Its sober sensation seemed to paralyze my dry mouth and throat. I guess I gained momentum and even went into the airway, for a moment, my throat slips in.

I rubbed my bloody fingertips together while calming my breath, but the dirt didn't come off inside. Apparently, after many bloodbaths, he's creeping up. I had no choice, Mattia just stopped touching her fingers.

There is also limited water available here. I can't just waste it to wash my hands, etc. If you're back in Gallu Amalia, you can't just wash your hands, you can even take a bath. It's been a long time since I've even put a pin in my hair, and it must be crisp.

Mattia's ears swayed sensitively in response to the expectations that came to her chest. A quiet breathing noise strikes my ear.

"If she regains consciousness, give her some water to dampen her mouth. Then, when you wrap the bandage, don't forget to apply the herb."

Lying on the sleeping table, watching Vestalinu with his heavy eyelids closed, says. A crest man beside him nodded deeply, leaving the water bottle beside his bedside.

Mattia puts the appearance in her sight, whilst rattling her legs and temporarily exiting the treatment area where the injured overlap. I can't let the boulder leave me completely, but I'll be forgiven for just enough respiration.

Cold air stabs Mattia in the cheek. Ho, and the exhale that accumulated in my lungs leaked out of my lips. For a long time, it must have accumulated. I just felt lighter.

Steel princess vestarinu. It remains to be seen whether she has prolonged that life. At least if your body's calmed down, you'll need to bring it to someone who's learned medicine.

Still, for a moment now, I managed to spin through the fine thread of life.

I don't know, Mattia's brow relaxes. I could understand the power coming out of my face. Somehow, according to Rugis' expectations, he was able to beat the Virgin even a little. My lips get loose when it doesn't seem like it at all.

I would have burned it on my eyelids over and over again, for example, in the life and death of a person. That's how I plan to do them, and I would have split them up. Now there's only one life to go, and so on. Really, it doesn't seem like it.

Whatever it is, I just hope no more demons are entering through the wounds when it comes to Vestalinu. If you get into a rotting disease that goes from wound to person and eats through meat from within, you can't help anymore.

From Mattia's lips again, heavy exhalation leaked. This time, my body didn't feel lighter.

- After all, a Virgin is to this extent.

For the first time in a long time, did you touch the light of life? My heart seemed strangely sentimental. Mattia can't even float herself any more, and she also plunges into the outer walls of the private house.

When I was young, I assumed that if I knew more, if I became smarter, I could lead and save many human beings, and I was taught that around me.

Of course, as much as I grew up to know, I understood that such a thing was a lie, and I knew that there would be no ideals and things in this world. But for some reason, the fantasy of the Virgin did not disappear from within. Apparently, when I was young, I tended to dream for a long time.

At an early age, all humans believed that they were born to be happy. I was mistaken that something was wrong and I was unhappy. I was blindly convinced that if I could find out everything and be good as a Virgin, I would surely be able to hold everything in this hand.

Yes, back then, I wanted to believe that there was magic that triumphed over justice, there was a miracle that brought people back to life, and the world was overflowing with wonderful things.

How about that? What about this now? I'm sure if you look at me now when I was young, you'd scream like this. You sneeze your face, you sigh tears in your eyes, you drown your throat and you say.

- Such a person is not a Virgin.

Your lips are loose and shaky. I'm sure, yeah, you must be. Not me now, far from the ideal Virgin. Whatever you do, you have to be lucky to save one life in front of you. This is the Virgin, etc., makes me laugh.

If that's what you call a Virgin, one or two of your lives, it's not a story unless you save them easily. Since when, surely, was it time to become one of the leaders of the crests? I became the side of sorting and trumpeting, not saving lives.

more efficiently, more utilitarian. How can the whole thing flourish more? What I had in mind was no different from those who named the rulers of the world. However, for the tissue to circulate successfully, and that's all I've thought about and lived with. I had thrown it away in the businessness of getting off, such as my childhood thoughts. And he told his chest that it was right.

Pity. He said it should all have been broken up in this skull by now. Even if Rugis asks me, I don't know what she's going to say. I don't think so. But will they say? It's not surprising that you have a problem, or that kind of crap.

Oh, not at all. I wouldn't have done anything that bothered me like this if it wasn't for you. Even you, who keep reaching for the ideal all the time, without you.

Now, Mattia narrows her eyes as she takes the cold air into her lungs again. Rest is sufficient to this extent as well. I'm used to moving my body even though I'm exhausted from the experience I once had when I was diving underground. Instead, that's about it and this body is just fine.

Besides, it must be time for Rugis to be brought here. Whatever it is, there can't be anything like letting yourself jump inside and be intact. Rugis' chosen path is not so flat that his body and spirit can finish things completely intact. That's who he is. That's the only way you can choose to live.

That is why I must once again give Rugis a deep, engraved presence called me. The scar that would have been borne again is its good material. Anyway, that's a sign that you broke your promise to me.

Let's get you in trouble, scattered. Anyway, you've driven me anxiously many times, so I don't need any help. It's the hands and the heart that won't do him any good. Besides, I made a promise to him.

Thinking of the joy that would happen later, Mattia's cheeks unwittingly connect, even though fatigue builds up in the flesh.

It could be somewhat harsh for Rugis. But of course, there is no choice. That's to guide him. It must be an act of pulling his hand to make Rugis walk the right path.

That's a responsibility that you have to accomplish. If Rugis is wounded, let's carve a new wound in my words from above. Never, never forget. May he only live in the cage of my words, my will.

Otherwise, a human being named Rugis would quickly embark on a dangerous path himself. It's like a walking spark. Really, someone who has no choice.

- Rugis, if you want to pursue your ideals, that's fine. But until then, let my hands draw you.

Mattia understood that even when the cold wind was blowing, her cheeks were still naturally hot. Mattia wasn't sure what that meant either.