A Wish to Grab Happiness

Gachari, Gachari and the military shoes sounded one word as the horse's hooves played sound together.

Captain Richard, they're not leaving yet.

To the voice of Neymar, his depressingly narrow eyes, Richard causes his neck to look back. But it immediately stayed put, and I turned forward.

Naimar looks back softly himself as he clouds his expression at the actions of the battalion leader. The gaze is not the soldiers of the troops who go around about right behind them, etc., but all the way behind them. Back end.

There was a flock of human beings, clearly not like knights or soldiers sent to the Catholic Church. Men and women walk the streets with all sorts of people shaking, just as old and young have nothing to do with it.

"He's a prostitute, let him like you."

That's what Richard tells him as he gently shakes his horse's jaw. Neymar accidentally had a stiff, and heavier, feeling in the words.

Let it be, it won't be.

She, Neymar-Gloria's lips unknowingly hit the waves. Sharper eyes narrower and pierce the captain's back.

Sounds good when it comes to prostitutes. It is true that with them, it is now a sense of mission and religious enthusiasm that resides in their hearts, but it will be floated. Maybe he thinks of himself as a righteous messenger.

But eventually, if time passes, you get hungry, and that will shrivel, they'll be just a mob with weapons in no time.

Naturally, too. Because the existence of peasants, poor people, who volunteer to be prostitutes themselves, is far from the term discipline, etc. Neymar understands that he is so close to the beast that he has no reason.

The Gloria family, where Neymar was born and raised, is not a prestigious family to hold official positions in the capital, but only a male from a region. Therefore, although he may sometimes be treated as a country nobleman, that is why Neymar is well aware of the existence of a common people.

No upbringing, no character, open your mouth and you lie and play the strong and weak. If you look at a good eye even once, it grows right on the diagram. That's them. Sometimes it is like a beast trying to set fire to a noble hall.

There is no way they can be trusted where they have weapons and have been named prostitutes. One day, it will be a rough dog pointing its weapon at the surrounding villages and only disturbing the peace.

Make it whatever you want, etc. What are you talking about?

Neymar glanced at Richard's back many times, surprised as he let the wind rake his hair together. My lips are swollen.

"What is it, my lieutenant? Better to worry about the idiots in the back than the spears in front. Then the battlefield's not for you."

Richard's smug voice seems somewhat delightful and accompanies Neymar with a colour that makes him smile.

Neymar opened his lips as he frowned more specifically at the words. Apparently, she is in front of a superior officer or a person in front of her, and is not of such a nature as to distract her. The tone of the voice was not weak or anything, but it even gained strength somewhere.

"Instead, you won't go out on the battlefield or anything without having your back full. The Battalion Commander is not discreet enough."

In the first place, Neymar doesn't like this old general. I hear there has been some sort of backing, but I don't care and am not convinced that I will be placed under such an incompetent man, albeit a junior aristocrat.

Old General Richard. Even though he sees the savings he has made, he does not seem to be a human being at a very noble birth, and the words he releases are crude themselves. It came as no surprise to Naimar how such a person had been appointed battalion leader and so forth. Does this man know the letters tactics and strategies?

"Come on, you're facing me, lieutenant. It's like I've seen my parents' revenge."

Soon, Richard was turning this way and stroking that white beard. I still don't think the trick of showing my teeth and laughing is qualitative.

Neymar turned away from Richard as he increased his gaze extra.

Of course, I understand that my attitude is not appropriate for my superiors, and I understand that it lacks courtesy.

Nevertheless, Neimar could not show respect to the old general in front of him.

- Because you're not scared.

To that abruptly released voice, Eh, Naimar leaked his raw reply from his lips by surprise. Richard was already looking forward. The look on his face is disturbing. But my voice was terribly low, and it was cold, okay.

"It's unusual, look at that. How about justice, how about God? That's a righteous slave. Where's the one who scares the slaves?"

I didn't know Neymar's shoulder jumped. The soldier won't be listening to what he's saying anymore, so he turns around. The soldiers just looked at this one strangely.

Now the word Richard whined about is a dangerous one. Such words may be taken as the only insult to God, depending on what you hear.

A vulgarist nobleman like Neymar would still be fine. But the soldiers are indisputable, and those who seek to take their faith in themselves as food to the battlefield. If only they'd asked me what I was saying. There is no mistake in not doing a lot of things.

"... Captain, I think you should be a little careful with what you say"

Richard snarled as he heard Neymar's voice, which seemed annoying, but contained some frustration.

"I don't remember saying anything strange. Well, if you're my deputy too, be careful not to be a slave of some sort."

With that said, Richard neither looked back anymore nor tried to utter a word.

Naymar really didn't like the word and I thought I'd manage to give it back, but that still made me feel like I was being put on this old general, and I didn't care. So I just bit my back teeth slightly, and the horse rocked me.

With endless anxiety as to whether under such a human being, led by a witch, and the righteousness of evil can cleave the sword-wielding crest religion.