A Wish to Grab Happiness

The training grounds present in Fort Galuamaria were bundled with appropriately collected hay, which would also be used for bow and arrow purposes. The smell of dirt pressed against the soldier's feet and completely dry licks his nose.

This place a little past noon, nobody tries to get close. Rather, the soldiers who are supposed to go in and out of here prefer to wander far from the training grounds in search of rice.

So now this was just the right place to exchange words without slowly being disturbed by anyone.

"Buddy, right? You have that silver hair, employer. See?"

The lips that leaked that voice seem to distort the shape really complicated, the fingers stroking their cheeks. I felt something awkward about the appearance of Blooder, and I narrowed my eyes softly, although my gaze was the only one that didn't stray.

I nod and affirm Bruder's words, trying to pull my jaw even as I set aside a moment.

It's an indisputable truth that Bruder's silver hair, Kalia, is one of mine. And it is also a fact that that Karia mutilated the shoulder of Vestalinu, Bruder's sister. It's only natural that some kind of emotion springs up there. The identity of what is distorting Bruder's expression now can also be considered roughly.

Bruder has something close to resentment against Kalia, but on the other hand, I guess he feels something like a brother-in-law against me. That's why the look is intricately distorted.

If people say it's a battlefield lesson to slash each other, it's just until then. It's easier to tell and make people talk about resentment differently than to let them step into a dead place themselves. They are really, really easy to understand.

But that's too much reason.

The one called a person's emotions is not smart or adult enough to push in with such a clever reasoning. And most importantly, it's Bruder who's distorting the look in front of me right now. You're nothing more than my best friend. With a guy like that, I couldn't help but talk stupid sense.

Of course, I fully understand that what exists in front of me is not the friend who once held my hand. Once Bruder didn't call me an employer or anything, and his expression had a more shattered grin somewhere. Still, I couldn't help but throw words at Blooder about how rational and rational they are.

Bruder waves his brown hair while placing his index finger on his lower lip.

"That's a bad word, I didn't want to hear it. Ma'am... No, the Virgin probably told me."

Perhaps it has been given by Mattia by scratching the one called some circumstance. Without much response, Bruder took my word for it. But there is a look on his face that seems to be bothering him or pushing him or her with anxiety.

I was wrapped up and sat down on the overthrown haystack, waiting for Bruder's words.

"... for example. What do you say, employer? If I told you I was pointing a needle at that silver-haired woman, you'd stop."

It was such a voice, like throwing it unconstitutionally. Bruder's gaze is pointed at me, but the truth is that his eyes look somewhere far away.

I can take the chewing tobacco out of my nose and put it in my mouth. Thoughts circled around my head.

"No, I'm not stopping you. If that's all you got, people have to pick it up - that's what friends used to teach you."

Keep the chewing cigarette on your teeth, squeeze your lips up and distort your cheeks.

If Blooder tells you to walk from the bottom of your heart with your emotions screaming, what makes you think I deserve to stop that leg? There can't be. Whatever, I understand the pain of having to strangle my emotions with my own hands. It's never something like that that I like to taste.

So I won't stop. I would never stop Blooder from walking. Even so, I won't be sure until I do something else.

Bruder sat down in a bunch of hay, just like me, whining as he accidentally clapped his shoulders when he heard my words. And the lid, I reach this way. What, the hand you seem to want?

"It's tobacco, tobacco. Give me one, too."

That's all I want to say no to from the bottom of my heart. In the first place, your specialty would be alcohol, not tobacco. It's not supposed to be people eating into people's territory, Blooder.

But even if he was forced to put on a look that crushed the bitter bug, Bruder didn't try to pull that hand in. Instead, they stick their hands out further this way.

I'll throw you one biting cigarette, leaking a big sigh of breath that leaks out the back of your gut. He's a little better than I'm chewing. Bruder said with a grin, what are you looking at?

"What's wrong with booze, you must be good at it"

I distort my eyes as I watch Bruder try to chew cigarettes with unfamiliar tricks.

Even back in the day, there was absolutely no rush on the part of Bruder to show interest in tobacco. I wonder what kind of blow it is. Even at a time of discussion like this, it must have been a man named Bruder carrying a liquor bottle.

Bruder opened his lips, seemingly nothing.

"- I stopped. No more reason to drink. So from now on, I'm going to try something a little different."

With that said, loosening his cheeks, Bruder pointed to the chewing cigarette that made him tuck into his own lips. Right, give me a break. At least make it different from chewing tobacco. I don't need anything like this.

Look at my crooked look, open your mouth and Blooder giggles. Because the face that floated at that time was somehow similar to the shattered look that once appeared to Bruder. I was followed, too, and I laughed. Well, sometimes, this isn't a bad idea.

Bruder keeps his cheeks together, says.

"Hey, employer. This is also, for example, an example. If Vez's treatment is over, and he loses all sorts of marks, so I can cage him somewhere in the country."

That's strangely realistic language. It was a way of speaking that seemed unusual to Bruder, like carefully arranging words one by one.

The future is certainly possible.

Instead, Bruder continued to mercenarize because he pursued his sister Vestalinu. Having grabbed Vestalinu in its hands, there is no longer any point in Bruder now going out into the city and continuing his mercenary business. Rather, it would be happier to live without water with Vestalinu in the countryside.

Somehow, the scene was floating easily behind his eyelid. I nod with my mouth untouched by Bruder's words, urging him to continue. The unique smell of chewing tobacco was passing through the nostrils.

"What do you say, employer? Why don't you come with me? Must be a lot of fun. Or is that what you want to do here?"

To that word, the lips stop the movement. His gaze narrowed as he pinched the chewing cigarette at his fingertips. The scene floated in the lid was strange and realistic.

Spend your days in a cage in the countryside where some carriage doesn't even pass, exchanging silly stories with Bruder. Vestalinu seems to have a serious personality, so I'm sure he'll just have to look at us like that.

Just think of it and I know it must be a good day. Like Bruder said, I'm sure it's fun, and it shouldn't be bad.

"I don't even know what you want. There's nowhere to go like this."

With that said, Bruder took the round parchment out of his nostalgia and threw it straight over here. All the while the parchment finally broke out of the bondage, it creases and reveals itself.

It is decorated with large letters at the same time as the enormous amount of bounty. Here's what it means.

- Give everlasting rest to Rugis, the Lord of evil.

He muttered in his mouth that he seemed terrible.