A Wish to Grab Happiness

Lyshaw, an elf recording officer belonging to the aerial garden Gaza, was desperately writing down the conversations he would have in front of him on record leather paper.

A cold sweat is telling my forehead from earlier, but I don't even have time to wipe it off. The crest men and the high officials of Gaza are so unwanted that they are carrying out their words from next to next. By the end of the meeting, Lyshaw's fingertips had been so lost in sensation.

The task of taking minutes, however, is extremely plain, but it is a role that will always be necessary for a meeting of forces and forces. Anyway, everything you say can be a trading material later. I said that later, I won't tell you. It's too much waste to be a watering theory. In order not to do so, it is necessary to write down all of the conversations on a recording sheet.

Recording skin paper is for recording the written contents into history without any precipitation, as indicated by the letters. Even if it is attacked by a great fire or a rough wave, its record will not be lost and its words will be conveyed to future generations.

If it's going to be a big meeting, it's going to have to write everything down so we don't lose it word for word.

Therefore, recorders who could handle shorthand characters like Lyshaw often had their fingertips and brains boiled with heat if the Great Conference overlapped.

But Lyshaw himself doesn't think it's a bad job to assume the role of recording officer. This is an invaluable job that takes advantage of your stunts and is not badly rewarded, without being particularly dangerous.

Moreover, this time, he has even been appointed as a recording officer for meetings in which Fin-Erdis participates. It must also be an honor and in that way have a good impact on your own prosperity.

If the memory of the senior official, Afternoon Finn-Erdis, is noticed here, we can fully anticipate his birth to the high record officer.

In that case, he may also finally be allowed to marry a lover who was not really recognized for his plain job as a recording officer. The position of a high-ranking record officer, not a high-ranking clerk, is a profession that is sufficiently foiled and enviable from all around in a rural village like Lyshaw's home.

Imagine that convenient future, and the present suffering will cease to be painful. As he manages to move his paralyzing fingertips, Ryshaw writes up a shorthand on the recording skin paper in front of him.

And I already had an agenda, and the debate was exhausted, and it was time I finally thought the role was over. The word was leaked out of Finn-Eldis's mouth.

"In the battle against the Catholic Church, you will join the troops as knights of Gaza. That's all I want."

Ahead of the voice being thrown was Knight Rugis, who was sitting at the end of the floor.

Lyshaw doesn't know much about his crowd, only to the extent that he heard it in detail. But I hear that he is the one who saved Finn-Eldis from the prison of the tower while being a human being, and at the end of the day, a meritorious man who made an alliance between Gaza and the crest.

Apparently, Finn-Eldis has put a lot into him as a human being. I'm not even willing to step into Finn's floor situation on a boulder. It can't be in Lyshaw, but I understood that Knight Rugis would be all that great anyway.

I'm not sure why he's sitting at the end of the floor, but does that mean he's a humble person? Speaking of which, I don't even remember recording his words in the record of this meeting.

Ryshaw had recorded his name with Knight Rugis in shorthand letters, and then he had written down words indicating his affirmation of Finn-Eldis's inquiry.

Finn-Eldis, in the human world, the Queen said so, hopefully. That is euphemistic, but little more than an order. Whatever you do with your words, you must eventually get your affirmation back.

Such a writing is never like Lyshaw making an early point, but is also common sense that is somewhat known among the recording officers. If you preface and record the questions that seem to be answered, you can't record all the words in a meeting where so many words fly.

That's why Lyshaw should have made a natural decision.

- No, I've already decided on a role. I was thinking about moving independently.

It's just that a Rugis human knight didn't give me the right judgment, just that.

It appeared to Lyshaw that the ink was pompous and fell zero over the record skin paper.

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"... Earlier words, I don't know what that means either. Can you tell us what that means from your mouth once?"

It's the voice of the Virgin Mattia. He seemed to tremble somewhere, and then he sounded like he was going to poke me sharply. She looks this way as she arms around the front of her belly.

It tastes bad. I misread it. I thought if it was a public place like that, you'd be able to read me every word.

The meeting, which digested some of the agenda, received a first break. Seal religion and Gaza, which had been stuck on the floor, and senior officials of both forces, would now be behind the conference.

So it's just me and a few people here right now. But oddly enough, my gaze hurts. Tingled as if my skin could burn.

"I don't know what to do. It's just that wherever you get into a unit like me, it can't be of any use to you. So you should just stretch your wings a little bit."

There really wasn't any more meaning than words.

The army of the crest religion is the crest religion, and the army of Gaza is the statute of Gaza. I'm not wearing that. It just creates a futile mess where I get in.

An organization called the Army can lead to overall unrest if it disrupts even one footprint. If it is also a battle against the Catholic Church, it will not be strange if the upset becomes the material of defeat.

If so, such elements should be removed as far as possible.

Do what you said again, shatter the words and let them come out of your lips. I was strangely thirsty when I said that was all. Cold sweat licks my neck muscles.

"- So, as an organization, you don't have a problem with belonging to Gaza. I just want to move as a separate unit. Your request would be that."

Eldis, the queen of Gaza, said, still in a voice that swept through her ears. The cheek gave a gentle grin, and then stepped closer to this one.

"Fine, I'll forgive the knight for that. You should become my immediate Kingsguard knight. If you're in a position to do so, you're very active."

That, slightly viscosity containing voice, black hair ate behind it before finishing all the words.

"- I know you're disrespectful to the Elf Queen, but I hope you wait. The story in the first place, it didn't stay messed up before, the story about who was whose knight or something like that. If you don't chew it out of there, I don't think you'll be able to wrap it up."

Fialert's well-sounded voice chewed off Eldis's voice.

The voice itself is directed at the surroundings, including Eldis, but only the black eyes remain the same, piercing me. So I found out that my eyes had so much heat that they were going to give me smoke.

No. No more thoughts, this one. In the back of my chest I can see my anxiety clawing up and scratching around in my body.

It doesn't mean I have a problem. No, but I definitely made some mistakes. The constant gaze and words I get from my surroundings make me understand it even if I don't like it.

"It's a simple story. I left him to the knight, he took it. Pleasure, princess."

After the words Erdis spoke echoed through the room, the air felt as if it had raised a tingle.

The more my throat hurts, the drier it is. Paralyzing his fingertips, he turned his gaze to Kalia, who was piercing his silence from earlier. I don't mean to ask for salvation, but that's what I thought you could do with a little help ship.

Take my gaze, my silver hair jumps. And I rippled those lips as I gently tilted my little neck.

"... Rugis, you. You seem so fond of making promises to all sorts of women, yeah?

So I wonder who the hell you'll keep your promise to. Karia broke her cheek and said so with even a smile on her face.

My cheeks, like cramps, tingle.

Anyway, when I look at Karia, she says that she has an unmistakable even tender grin, but her silver eyes are stone-like, stiff. Karia looks at me with such an indescribably distorted face.

"I think it's just a good opportunity. For the crest teachings, for Gaza. His presence is a big one. I was wondering if that contract and position should be clarified if so"

Mattia says, again, with a sharp eye on this one. I was trembling, as if anything leading up to that expression, gaze and tone were forcing my emotions to hold back.

Make sure you nod at Mattia's words, and Eldis opens her lips.

"- Recorder Lyshaw. Come in."

Behind the closed door, the sound of a terrible blow to the head from the side of the hallway echoes. And then, feeling terrified, one elf man came in. Its eyes are clearly mixed with the fright of this scene.

Naturally, so do I.

"I pardon the use of new recording skin paper. All, use magical ink. All the words you say from here on the record without a single difference."

Then again, a voice flew across the floor. That's what lit up so much heat that I shoulder to shoulder with the joint meeting that was held earlier.