A Wish to Grab Happiness

Largd-Ann was feeling the dull pain in herself as her inner organs twisted themselves. The body has stiff savings and the legs moving forward are heavy. If you stay alert, you're going to be able to exhale any number of sighs out of your little lips.

Naturally, you have to go to the floor. Yes, to the floor where there will be a joint meeting between the creed and Gaza.

It is not that easy to say that the two forces will hold joint meetings because they are really going to fight. It's not like the meeting before when Creed and Gaza formed an alliance.

Whatever that is, it has a strong liturgical connotation and is not a meeting for the creed and Gaza to conduct a joint operation. It was just one of the formalities after the decision to form an alliance.

But not this time. Before the great sword named the Catholic Church, which shall not be waved down upon us, the crest and the Gaza Strip shall meet each other's fangs.

Then it was no longer enough time to prepare it. Ann wears more familiar makeup than attending a joint meeting, but a deeper neighborhood is built under her eyes.

Gathering information that fluctuates from day to day for the picking up of conference attendees and the development of elaborate operations. and even the corresponding operation of armaments. It is very difficult to say that we have made everything complete. None of this could have exhausted the anxiety element.

It's just not those things that get tangled up in Ann's heart and try to sew those legs together as heavy chains. Instead, if that's the extent to which it's on the agenda, it's a welcome place.

What Ann fears most. It's about someone saying something on the floor about Lord Hero - Rugis.

At any rate, I have not yet been informed to anyone that Finn-Erdis, the Lord of Gaza, is asking for his surrender. Yes, even to my lord, Virgin Mattia.

As a matter of fact, that doesn't mean that Anne is committing treachery to the crest or fulfilling her duties. Either way, Finn-Eldis' words are only informal. When we decided to hold a meeting, it was just a flimsy word as if we were going to have a chat.

Besides, Ann has taken the lead in coordinating with Gaza until the joint meeting is held. It is possible, at your discretion, to terminate the events caused therein. That's all the authority Anne has been given to her by Mattia.

Therefore, if you let one or two of the chatter sink into the depths of your heart, there is no reason to be blamed for anything.

But, you know, I'm here. Rather, you can't possibly not understand. You should say it. It is better to report it to the Virgin Mattia.

Rather, even though it is a chatter, it is a major issue, such as the fact that the queen of an allied country asks for the extradition of Rugis, who must now be a key figure in the crest religion. That is nothing more than an indisputable case that needs to be cleaned up if both forces are to build on the importance of battle from now on.

With that in mind, Ann couldn't help but open her mouth. The reason is, I feel so bad, the change in Virgin Mattia.

What would happen if we told the Virgin now, who would have rugis, of Finn-Eldis's demands for emotions that are clearly away from intentions and damages?

Every time I imagine it, the feeling of relief strokes Anne's back of her brain. It's like the devil's fingertips are right there, and they even feel it.

Two ends, I see.

One is the end of the Virgin Mattia bringing her unchanging intentions to its head, as usual, and handing Rugis over to Gaza without one regret.

Anne thinks that's the way the crest is supposed to take it. At any rate, the existence of Rugis will not be lost, and the alliance between creed and Gaza will be stronger. Rather, through Rugis, it may also be possible to give a little mouth to Gaza's policy.

Even considering the possibility of losing both the important battle force, Kalia, and the name Fialert, there is still a profit. Rather, there will be a point of view that unstable forces of war that follow an individual should not be considered as force of war. If you were the original, former Mattia, you would have definitely chosen this choice.

But now Ann has another ending, the choice clearly in her eyes.

It's about the Virgin Mattia jumping Finn-Eldis' demands while following her own emotions, not her intentions, her reason, etc. That's what it was like once when Rugis found out he was headed to Belfein alone, revealing the fierceness.

I want to make a denial. I don't think that's possible. I want to be sure that the Virgin I love can no longer choose such a choice.

But whenever Anne tries to talk about Finn-Eldis, that possibility really scratches the back of her brain.

And if that were to happen, what would become of the alliance between Creed and Gaza? It is easy to imagine that even if it is not a crack, it can be very difficult to say that it is good. In that situation, how can you stand up to the mighty forces of the Archdiocese?

The entering of alliances with Gaza means that the crest religion will eventually disappear from this earth. That's all, that's all I can't tolerate.

That's why Ann worked for Mattia and put Rugis in a state of prudence. In doing so, I hoped that it would come to the idea of conferring on itself the force of creed. If Finn-Erdis and Rugis himself say no, there is resentment in the crest religion itself. Even if some kind of crack runs, it should fit with minimal impact.

But, Rugis, a hero doesn't work the way he wants. Just remembering that, Anne feels the back of her gut cramp. I found my eyes distorted and produced something like a fever.

- Oh, how could this be, that guy? It's all puzzling.

The emotions that swirl around Ann's chest are frustrating, depressing, and just a little antagonistic.

A girl named Largd-Ann whose administrative processing skills are not her main talent. Rather, there is no exaggeration to say that much of that talent is divided into interpersonal abilities, such as speech, persuasion and bargaining power. She has thus gained the status of coordinator and negotiator among the crests.

I'm not the one who made something stick out like Kalia or Fialert, and I'm not the one who leads people like Mattia again. It was a role that often turned backwards in one way or another, but I understood it to be in line with Anne's own nature, and I rather even feel delighted.

Coordinators, negotiators, they interact with people more than anyone else. That's how you stand to influence people more than anyone else.

After I have influenced myself, people move as I assumed, as I stood around, and the overlapping organizations move. It should also be done in a different way than the Virgin Mattia, with organizational traction and manipulation. For a girl named Largd-Ann, it was a covert pleasure.

That's who he is. Ann's white teeth engaged and developed slight pain.

To be honest, Ann doesn't like Rugis. It makes me wonder if I'm a runaway, selfish, female-loving, and sometimes even really have the same reason to be a person.

And most importantly, he reaches out for himself outside of his assumptions, and he looks like he deserves it. You can't be good at it.

And this time, while I was in the position of coordinator and negotiator, I was asked to do what I said after I exposed everything in my hand. After that, Rugis never gave the answer.

- Regrettable, humiliating, disgraceful.

I'm even going to cry at the edge of my eyes. Oh, fuck yeah. If I can, I want to hand that person over to Gaza early.

This time, Ann hasn't solved Rugis' prudence yet. I shouldn't even be able to show my face to the joint meeting more than I let him cage over there. After that, just make adjustments so that the topic doesn't turn to you at all.

Dragging her heavy legs, Ann manages to rebuild her mind.

On entering the floor, I took a deep breath twice. It's okay, I'll tell you again and again that I can do it myself. Anne was feeling that her heart would return to calm one by one.

- Look, come quick, Rugis. You're disqualified as my knight for not picking me up, right?

Until you hear such a pleasant, deafening voice somewhere.