A Wish to Grab Happiness

Most of the joint meetings between the Crest Church and Gaza were fine, partly sprinkled with fierce flames, but the end itself could be successfully welcomed.

There can be no objection whatsoever to the superimposition of power over the Catholic Church, whether it be the crest or the Gaza Strip, nor can there be any objection whatsoever to surrender at all and show the Catholic Church its belly.

Then all you have to do is define and guide the policy. Of course, Larguedo-Ann understands that the meeting ended fine, at least as a big frame, regardless of what the meeting contained.

That is why there is only one remaining concern.

"Virgin Mattia - what are you going to do with Lord Rugis, the hero?"

Ann licked her lips as she put a bunch of record leather paper on the desk in the office.

At the end of the day, that was not made clear in the meeting. Only against Rugis, a few arrangements and a contract were made. Make it Mattia or Eldis, of course, I would not have cut into that part with some thought.

Mattia sat deeply in her own executive chair, slowly opening her eyes, she said.

"You make it a hero, of course. There's no more room to argue than shards."

Mattia affirmed in a sharp tone. Slightly Ann's cheeks stain Zhu on the words. It looked like my chest was raised somewhere.

Until now, Ann had called about Rugis with the Hall of Heroes, the Hall of Bravery, etc., but in fact, Rugis had not really gained such a status.

Make it crest teachings, make it gazalia, it wasn't officially titled a hero, or a great knight, against Rugis.

Anyway, if you bring up such stories in shards, Rugis himself will show some confusion and avoid them in a relaxed manner. Doesn't mean you don't have a desire to rise, but when you are exposed to the light of all the glory, you show alertness like a fox and turn away, a human being named Rugis.

It also seemed a little weaker than when we met, but Ann fingered her lips.

"Rugis saved me in the Galua Maria recapture battle. And so does Gaza. In addition, this time a great success in bringing down the mercenary city of Belfein. Twelve will be enough to call you a hero."

If this is the case, I can squash even if there is an opposition. I didn't actually say it that way, but Anne thought that I'm sure there was such a word in the chest of Virgin Mattia.

There are voices within the crest that greatly admire a human being named Rugis, and vice versa that seem neglectful and cursing naturally exist. Anyway, Rugis' behavior is overflying. He stretches out his hand just wondering what can be bothering him about choices and actions that are very incomprehensible in a normal person.

There are countless times when Anne and Rugis have been enlightened by the rush. If so, it is not strange where there were people who considered his presence not to be desirable, but rather a risk factor.

But pushing them away like that makes Rugis a hero, Mattia said.

"At today's meeting, he thought well and understood. If you hit him badly, he'll run away like a butterfly - and I'm not willing to hit him badly. That's why I took my word from him today."

I guess that meeting is not referring to the joint meeting of the Crest Church and Gaza, where Ann unwittingly distorts her cheeks by staring at the record leather paper piled up in front of her. I suppressed my cheeks with my fingers so I could fix my expression.

Those hours were the very appearance of such a desirable meeting, the harshest, most feverish, and without anyone losing any seriousness that Ann had ever experienced.

To the Virgin Mattia, Finn-Eldis and Kalia-Birdnick, Fialert-la-Borgograd. The pile of words created by them, far from being exactly mediocre, is all recorded on this record leather paper. In a way, spectacular.

- Most importantly, it means something demonic because its purpose is not to hold a single hero in your hands.

Moreover, there is no saving at all because what is in that great yuan is not an intention, a feat, etc., but a burning emotion. Until the Virgin Matthia, she was echoing a face she had never seen before, a voice she had never heard. Sometimes even the green fire is lit on the candle.

If she is who she is, Anne thinks she must despise the Virgin.

It was Mattia who believed in herself and worshipped her as the Virgin, with her intention and reason in her skull. Never be unusual enough to leak your voice and change your expression with the emotions that have surfaced in your chest.

Yes, so I think I should despise the Virgin Mattia. Anne understands that's probably the right thing to do.

But why not? I can't believe I'm feeling that way.

Of course, we can't afford to ignore the Virgin who has always respected and spent so much time with us. Such a human kind of brother-in-law or compassion is breathing in me. Such thoughts, I'm sure, do exist.

But the essence is more, except. It's somewhere else. Ann restarts her cheeks, which are about to tremble in distortion, and suppresses them with her fingers.

During that meeting, they shower their speary sharp gaze and feverish words into the hero's hall, which says they are no longer in a state of retreat, but as if they were stuffing words.

Anne remembers very well that every time one of those words was released, the air gave rise to a groan and the space leaked a whimper.

But in it, Ann looked at Rugis' face like she was in trouble, and her chest, it made a scene. In such a situation, until now, I've just laughed like I'm in trouble, too, should be. At that time, Anne did, she thought.

- Oh, how fun it is to hunt down the Lord Hero, yes, I thought.

So Ann was neither willing nor willing to despise Mattia. It was hotter than that, and then some viscous emotion was filling my chest.

Also, my cheeks shake. Ann fixed her expression with her fingers.

"Perhaps the side of Gaza is thinking the same thing. Ann, please be ready by the ceremony the day after tomorrow. So I give him the title of hero and the crest he deserves."

The contents of the crest, let me think. Yes, waving her lips, the Virgin Mattia turned to the desk.

Give me the crest.

I see, Anne shrugged in her heart that it was a virgin idea. Really, it seems that no consideration is given to those who oppose putting Rugis on the seat of a hero.

A ceremony is like a crest religion and a decision rally in Gaza, which was included in the plans after the joint meeting. It is also a desire for eternal friendship and victory over one another.

And that, like the meeting that took place today, is no longer an inside thing. It will undoubtedly be public, inscribed in the history of creed and Gaza. In it, Mattia tailored Rugis to be a hero. Imagine in the chest of the opposition or Finn-Eldis, when that's all the spine is poppy.

But, well, I don't mind that either. In fact, even to Ann's chest, the idea that it was no longer best to hand Rugis over to Gaza was beginning to lose color.

It was not clear to Anne herself, after all, whether it was an idea because she had drawn the will of Virgin Mattia, or whether it was more in keeping with another, arguably foolish, emotion.