A Wish to Grab Happiness

"I think it's one choice to show my back and get back on the road."

As he spread the wager on hand, Fialert muttered, he said. What, the bills are so bad? I'm telling you, if you're going down, get down early. That way we won't have to make a futile rush over here. Anyway, my hand isn't good either.

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

I just don't know, I shake my head toward Wood.

Wood, who once made me a resident of the Gallu Amalia Slum and called me a brother, is now standing inside the wall with his sister. Seeing a room with floorboards everywhere didn't seem like a great place to live on a boulder, but it could still be described as good enough compared to a slum.

Even after I started having my own room in the fort, I made sure to visit Wood's residence from time to time.

Humans in the fort don't even say they're murderous, but they're constantly wearing an atmosphere that makes their skin tingle somewhere. That doesn't mean it's bad. Rather, it must be a joy to see that the people who guard the fort are constantly making a life of tension. But all that stuffs my breath too much.

Compared to such a cramped fortress, dealing with human beings with gentle sexual roots, like Wood and his sister Cereal, is extraordinary and calming. It's like resting on the bone marrow.

That's why I was trying to come here with the proper souvenirs. There was one intruder today. It's Fialert-la-Borgograd, the woman sitting right in front of me across the table.

"It's decided, it's about you, Rugis. Your future. Yes, three roles."

Fialert opens his hand on a round table, saying so. I said, tilting my neck gently as I accidentally frowned.

"It's embedded, it's a role. So why are you talking about the last private sentence?"

Points his lips to imitate Kalia, who is not here, and throws the souvenir cheese in front of the fialert.

Now I have nothing left to bet on. I didn't mean to give it to Wood and Cereal, so I don't have a problem with it. It also twists slightly when you are wound up on a bet.

"You don't listen well to private sentencing. Everything was done legitimately, and in the end, you just simplified things, didn't you?

That's what Fialert says to her lips. That would be the point of the perpetrator, but I also want you to take into account just a little of the victim's point of view.

The black eyes looking straight at this one had a strangely brilliant glow. The brilliance is also well reflected with the dark hair, and the gaze is taken away by accident. Since the time of his former journey, Fialert has occasionally, in this way, exhibited expressions that western humans did not do or the glow of their eyes.

Maybe that's something called a kind of demonic charm, which eastern humans are said to have.

The nostrils were caressed with a slight sweet smell of wine.

"But it would have been clear. Let it be the crest, let it be Gaza, I have little intention of letting you go. It's good now, because both the crest religion and Gaza are hand in hand. But sooner or later, you'll be told which side you're on."

Well, I guess what we're looking for is not so much the two forces as their heads. Saying so, Fialert narrowed her eyes. The emotion in his black eyes seemed somewhat pleasant, and contained frustration, which he could hardly describe.

"Well, at the end of the day, it doesn't depend on Rugis' brother."

Wood opened those thick lips and crushed the stir-fried beans as they made noise.

Apparently Wood liked the beans, even though some chicken would have been brought to the souvenir by Fialert. No, it's about him, so maybe he kept it for his sister because it's soft bread with fat chicken.

The fialert slightly bounced the raised dark hair, further narrowing her eyes so that she could see it somewhere far away. I put one fried bean spread over the table in my mouth. Even though the salt would be all over it, it didn't taste like it. I just have a slight feeling my tongue is paralyzed.

"So, Rugis. I wonder what you will do. I'm sure no one or he will ask you to make a decision, to be prepared. That's your responsibility."

I couldn't open my lips to the words of Fialert. It was just a little wine poured into the pottery and my lips were wet. This, too, is a lot less flavorful.

Next door, Wood listens to Fialert as he rounds his eyes.

"Maybe it's a luxury concern, but now you're spreading the script about where you write your name."

Black of fialert, eyes that seemed to even give me a demonic vibe somewhere, looked straight at me. In my black eyes, you see me. I couldn't stand the pressure from those eyes. I opened my lips without knowing, and I was leaking words that were almost sneezy on the spot.

Nothing, I understand that Fialert isn't uttering words like that trying to corner me. I wouldn't even be squeezing my tongue around to push me away. However, whenever Fialert's words struck his ear, it felt like the depths of his chest were hardening.

"But, well. I won't expose you to anything else like running away. Running away, after all..."

In the end, as in the days of my former journey, there is just a future where nothing can fit into this hand. Burn your chest, burn it, leave only a burning trail of giving up, that's all there is to it.

Oh, that's all, I'm sorry. I'm sure the bigger emotion that's driving me right now is that. The past, even with that bitter acid itself, is forcing my legs to move.

Yes, Fialert says, flaunting his shoulder with great admiration, and keeping his face close to this one.

"- Then be careful not to be ridiculous that you're just running away for no purpose, Rugis."

The faint face of the fialert was right next to me. Unexpectedly, he opens his eyes and distracts his spine back. There was a feeling that my mind would be paralyzed somewhere, bouncing. I'm sure my face must be hitting like it's distorted right now.

On the other hand, the look of the nearby fialert seems to even contain some leeway. Funny. At least, I think there were more things in this era where fialerts upset my words.

The sound of spit licking my throat, rang. The voice of a nearby leaked fialert echoes into the brain.

"I'm like Karia, Mattia, and Eldis, and I can't really tell you how strong that is. Because I know exactly how difficult it is and how hard it is to pull you off."

It was a pale voice. It's not like there's no emotion in it, it's never even a voice to tell. Such a voice, just like telling the truth as it is.

"People can't be strong that easily. How hard is it to be mediocre? At least I was, and I know that if you want to make yourself look strong, you'll end up with your soul being shredded."

Dark eyes emitting strong light show a slight flare. I can't read the boulder to the past itself, which is behind the word, but the meaning of it is as comprehensible as it is to me.

What, should I feel sorry for, or should I be thankful for letting her vomit these words? Or do you think it's unusual?

No. I'm still not going to open my lips. Because if you ring your throat at at all now, your emotional runoff will wave and leak out.

"I don't know, you can't get wrapped up, I'm sorry. Anyway."

Fialert keeps the words going, keeping her lips slightly shy.

"I'm on your side, no matter what judgment you make. So, well, don't worry, that's all. Besides, if you want to be a hero, I'll make sure you're golden."

Oh, my God, beautiful. The black eyes directed at me were unmistakable and beautiful. Those nearby eyes tease me of everything I look at.

I'm sure I should return the word there. Grateful or apologetic, whatever. Return the word, you should. But my chest was still so clogged that my throat didn't leak so much as I could say at all.

So I was listening to the next word Fialert whispered in my ear, without answering anything.

- And if you want to escape, don't worry. Because I'll make you a place where you should run.

Its tone, leaking out of the lips of the fialert, was sweet everywhere, causing the back of his ears to wander.