A Wish to Grab Happiness

"- Are you sure, Master Eldis?"

Eldis slowly sat back on the prepared bed as he let his samurai Valet jump his long ears at the words she uttered.

The feel of the bed is so soft that you think it's odd, and if you let the body fill it, it's going to sink in everywhere. Eldis' eyes narrowed when he said he was very concerned about the crest religion to welcome the national guest.

The hall, once owned by those who belonged to the highest ranking among the trading cities of Galuamaria, was given to Fin-Erdis, Queen of Gaza.

"Good, bad, what do you mean, Valet?"

Eldis leaks his words as he looks out through a large window into the night view of Gallu Amalia. The voice color was more like talking to a friend than talking to a subordinate.

Even though the ceremony to show friendship between Gaza and the Crest came down the curtain long ago, the streets of Galuamaria still do not attempt to diminish the brightness. I still didn't try to turn that light off, as if everyone would remember the aftertaste of today's good day, worrying that this day would be over.

Eldis never hates such an emotional endeavor of man. I'd even be jealous. The feeling of sparing a passing time is a faint emotion for an elf who is long-lived. Without Eldis and the time I spent with him in the closed tower of Gaza, I might not even have known the existence of such emotions.

Valet's voice strikes again at Eldis' ear, who falls in love with the sight of Gallu Amalia by trying to moisturize her eyeballs.

"So, of course, it's about Master Rugis. Isn't that as if Master Rugis was claimed to belong to the crest religion? And if Erdis sounds that Rugis belongs to Gaza on that occasion..."

Eldis seemed to unwittingly nibble his grin at the appearance of this samurai who distorts her eyes as she even wraps the colour of her anger around her voice somewhere.

Sometimes a girl named Valet has verses that anger others as if they were my own. That's something that has nothing to do with me, even if it distorts my lips. The habit has shown its face today.

Though I'm sure you won't be angry, Eldis makes daylight sights on her eyelids with her hips on the bed.

- That sight, in which his knight was recognized as a hero of the crest, and thus even given the title of gold.

On the other hand, Gaza is like halfway accepting the act. If we're just going to cut this part off, I certainly don't know what it's like for a samurai to shake her eyes.

Still, an elf who should have taken any action against Queen Eldis is not early. But because I think Valet's side is somewhere delightful, Eldis was giving this humane, emotional elf the role of her own maid.

"Honestly, I didn't think anything of it, but you're gonna be lying."

That's natural, I don't need Valet to tell me.

How many times during the daytime ceremony have feelings emerged in me that can be called ugliness itself? How many times has the look I've created almost collapsed?

If you mean it, tear up the title Finn on that spot. But I wanted to hug Rugis and make him my own.

But I am the queen of Gaza. We can't take such action in front of that audience anymore.

And what I truly desire is not a name, but a fruit. The roots that lurk in the ground, not the Hua itself.

Today's ceremony, so to speak, is like a glorious blooming petal. I'm sorry, but I'll give it to them. So I want fruit and roots. An elf is a creature like that.

Carefully, slowly and slowly put the target prey into your hands. For this reason, bitterness and bitterness should also be tasted by chewing with your teeth. Only if you believe that is a necessary act.

That's why Erdis has been forgiving some kind of selfishness in Rugis until now, and let's behave like he did today.

Yeah, but of course, if it's something I can get, I want to put all the roots, the fruit, the petals, the name in this hand. Well, that's good either way. The seeds for this have already been scattered.

To Eldis, who talks like that with every wave of lips, Valet returns her words with a muffled eyebrow root up.

"I am such an elf-specific length of mind that doesn't suit my sexuality. That's how, in the long run, someone takes what they want, and the prey may run away with their backs."

Really, Valet's words are elf-like things everywhere. Eldis smiled unexpectedly, narrowing her eyes and releasing her words.

"- I won't let you get away with it, never. You can't let him get away with it."

Eldis was, as always, grinning at the look on his face. Kind, really like talking to a friend, such a look.

Except for the blue eye. The atmosphere is blowing away even feeling graceful earlier.

Now brilliant lights, yet fierce as if it were going to devour your heart, were clearly engraved in your eyes.

Valet's face, which somewhere even bore the color of Zhu, which would depend on anger, loses color as soon as possible. She knew very well what this eye of the Lord pointed to.

"That's what Rugis once said, trying to keep me from getting away."

It was once exchanged in the tower, that's what only Erdis and Rugis know, a memory as sweet as honey. Just remembering those days, Eldis' breasts wander into a tranced look.

Oh, I wish those days had lasted forever. What a pleasant day I had with him in the tower to even think about such absurdity. In it, Rugis did say, "Let Eldis go, let him go."

"So I decided not to let him go, too - you know what I mean by that, Valet."

Eldis' leaked words are no longer as casual a voice as they were earlier. It's not a gentle, talkative tone to friends.

As the undisputed queen of Gaza, it even included some chilling, voice.

Valet shook her skin a little bit, but still, as the samurai of the Sang Queen, she draped her head with humility.

"- Yes, Finn-Eldis. Your decision must be the general thrust of our elves, our Gaza."

Eldis opened her eyeballs wide in front of Valet's voice showing her slight solidity and nodded.

Next, gently squeeze your shoulders to soothe the air. Already, the blue eye was back to how it was all the time.

Eldis says so and opens his lips as if to have a light chat as well.

"Rugis apparently accepted the gift properly. Really, it was worth the ceremony just to see him."

Valet nodded lightly as she responded to the Lord's soft words.

"Yes, this military uniform and ornament is dedicated to Master Rugis, who created it for this day. I was wondering if you would mind."

Nodding at the samurai's words, Erdis brought to his eyes the dark green military uniform that Rugis wore during the day, as well as several ornaments. Little lips ripple happily.

The expression is somewhat unworthy of purely expressing the joy of receiving a gift. Rather than that - it was a grin that included luscious colors, even though I said that my plan worked out extremely well.