A Wish to Grab Happiness

Is it because the fortress of Gallu Amalia is piled up in stone, or I feel cold about the one called the air terribly?

However, the cold air still stabbed my cheek when I was in the room. Scratch that sufficiently cold air into your lungs and turn it into a loud sigh and spit it out into the air. White clams represented themselves, and slowly disappeared as they were.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's impossible to keep caging in a room like this.

I wish it was at least an ale to warm my body, but the pottery placed on the table should not moisturize a drop upside down. Until when do I have to stay in a room with nothing but cold air?

At first, it was Largued-Ann, one arm of the Virgin Mattia, who made that strange suggestion.

- Lord Hero, for a while, could you cage me in the room?

Says Anne said it was for the discipline of an organization called Crest Religion.

It seems that my departure from Galuamaria without telling anyone about the fall of the mercenary city of Belfein caused a lot of commotion. Of course, I don't know the details themselves, but I hear even that Mattia changed her expression. I didn't see much of that in Belfein.

Ann said so in case anyone tries to do the same.

No matter what lawlessness you achieve as long as you exalt your kung fu. If that happens, then naturally an organization will not be formed. Sooner or later, it would be the worst place to eat yourself up somewhere. It doesn't seem familiar to me that I didn't belong to the organization.

Therefore, they want the form to take the form of caution alone. Nothing. As far as I'm concerned, I don't have to do anything. I nodded lightly that it would be cramped but not a big deal to just stay in the room. Perhaps that was the failure.

I never thought I'd get one more liquor satisfactorily. No, of course, in the name of prudence, there are times when it is not easy to give alcohol. And I want you to at least forgive me for biting cigarettes.

Dropping his shoulders again and leaking his breath, a hollow, white jaw twisted himself again. Shall we go to sleep together now? That must go by sooner. When I thought so, the sound of each other, clinging and knocking on the door echoed my ears.

"Heroes, may I have your time for a moment?"

At the same time as the sound, the voice was delivered into the room. That call alone gives me an idea of who the person standing in front of the door is. Wherever I look in this vast world, there is only one human being, such as Lord Hero, who thinks of me.

"Oh, of course. It would be great if you could bring me wine or ale for souvenirs."

Its mouth opens as the door rattles. Beyond that was Largud-Ann.

Although the condition of the voice itself is no different from that of any other time, I can see that the body has been forced to do so for a long time to see that something like a neighborhood is made beneath the eyes.

I see, as always, there hasn't been an increase in the number of people who can do politics.

There are only a few people in the crest who honor their knowledge and are allowed to run the organization. Among them, Anne hears that, as Mattia's one arm, her little body carries more affairs than she can imagine.

Tighten your eyes. I had a slightly unpleasant feeling of running at my fingertips. At the end of the day, why would she visit me, who would be responsible for that burden?

If you want to be cautious or make sure you haven't escaped, you can send it to the soldiers there. Why?

"Unfortunately, you haven't brought alcohol, my lord hero. But the more souvenirs, the better."

And, though I say, Anne doesn't have one in her hand. Her lips and cheeks were distorted and her eyebrows turned upwards. Encourage the continuation of Ann's words as she strokes her jaw with her fingertips.

"- The Archdiocese has moved its fingertips. In the kingdom of Garrist, in this cold weather, the mobilization of soldiers is under way with the kind of momentum to remember heat"

My heart palpitates at the words Ann leaked. Blood that had buried itself in the cold air until earlier and had hardly even tried to move felt like it had suddenly woken up.

"Come on, they're insane. By the way, I wouldn't even sleep much without booze at this time of year?

Ann returns her voice to the words she leaked by accident, yes, at this time of year. Tighten your eyes as you bite the edges of your lips.

Faster. Much more than I imagined. I thought the Catholic Church would begin to prepare its soldiers only after at least a little more warmth could be felt on its hands.

The march in cold weather, especially when the earth is subjected to white makeup, is terribly difficult and expensive. Cold gear will be needed to warm your body, and alcohol will be consumed much faster than usual. If you cut them off, there's no way you'll have the morale of swordsmen and mercenaries gathered for the war, regardless of the skill you've been trained to do. Besides, if the snow takes my feet and the march is delayed, even the food will be wasted eating away for that matter.

Of course, there have never been any instances of marching in the cold. Still, it is certainly not the time to fight.

"This is where Mattia is being called to work out her response. Hall of Heroes -"

"- Okay, I don't know what I can do, but should I go too?"

I understood that there was something of anxiety in me that I didn't know about using words that would eat Ann's tail. There was a feeling that his gut would turn itself around.

However, if this is the case, it is also well known that Anne is acting as a messenger herself.

Most things will not be calm if we hear that the Catholic Church raises its heavy hips and prepares to cut off our necks, etc. If information is poorly spread, there will be no doubt that there will be futile confusion. Of course, I'm the same person who can't stay calm.

Whatever, because the forces of creed have once been defeated by the Catholic Church and their roots have been stopped.

Thus the Virgin Mattia also let the underground temple die as her own coffin. That is the fact that once happened, the inevitable end.

Bite your back teeth. I found my fingertips, which were cold until earlier, to be slightly feverish.

No, you can't. That's all, no. I don't want to do anything that follows the same lines of history as I once did. The process is different, and if the crest religion accepts the same unbroken end to itself, it's not strange that this process and I have reached the same end differently.

There is nothing strange about returning to the end of a journey that neither dignity, nor power, nor even the beloved could have gained as one. Oh, that's all, that's all. Whatever it is. You may be scolded for being vile. I don't mind being ridiculed with dwarves.

But I don't want to go back to that time when I gave up everything with nothing in my hand. That is true and untrue. Words from the depths of my heart. Soul whimpering.

If here, the existence of crest religion follows the same line as it once was, I'm sure I'll be tied to something again. There was such a hunch somewhere.

Get ready to leave the room with a treasure sword on your hips. Such a fold, Ann's voice again, shook her ears.

"- Lord Hero, no, Master Rugis. You are not required to attend the meeting."

It wasn't a voice, like making it sound all around. A voice accompanied by a low pitch that crawls somewhere on the ground. At least I don't remember hearing it, it was Anne's voice.