A Wish to Grab Happiness

"- That's why you said it!

Deputy Neymar barks at Richard's decree, which has been hastily transported to the tent. The voices that are vomited out are rough, as you would say you are no longer willing to hide any emotions while showing pointy canine teeth at the corner of your mouth.

Unexpectedly, the soldier who brought the decree stood frightened by his expression. He felt as though he was being blamed.

- A courageous soldier of the Archdiocesan army is looting from the surrounding villages, which he calls the cause of righteousness.

In short, that's the only report I've been told. That was what Neymar feared most, and what he even foresaw. Neymar struck his tongue with an abomination in his mouth.

That's what I knew. There can't be a great deal of will or a sense of religious mission to such things as prostitutes. Those are just people who took spears because they don't clear the depression that suppressed them every day, but they don't take off the pain routine.

Even if they call themselves prostitutes or something like that, the beast is the same. If I was hungry, I would wave a spear, threaten the people, carry out looting, etc., I knew it. Even so, this general named Richard...

Emotions that can be both anger and contempt appear in Neymar's eyes. That is the indisputable colour of suspicion. Richard lowered it by saying a couple of words to the conductor as he took that gaze.

And looking at Neymar from the front, I say. Its age-specific squeaky voice echoed strangely into the tent.

"Deputy Neymar, I'm already making preparations for the thousand chiefs. The least you can do is leave it here, take everything else."

Thinking of it as training, Richard put his hands on the pottery and dipped his tongue in the booze.

Neymar's lips tried to erupt again in an attitude that seemed to throw somewhere. In the meantime, Neymar's eyelashes bounce.

I'm making it ready. What the hell does that mean?

Neymar's momentum was shattered for a moment by the Commander's puzzling words. I don't know if that's what you're looking at, but Richard said slowly, as he often said to his deputy.

"Don't try to crush me with one unit. It would be nice if we could use all the troops in full and just tell the recruits what the battlefield is all about. You don't have much practical experience either, so feel comfortable with it."

The moment I took the word by ear, I felt my cold hands crawling around Neymar's spine. From outside the tent, a bell is ringing that tells you that you are ready to go.

Weird. Obviously, too soon.

Though we're in formation, we should be making all but the troops we got ready for defense take a big pause. It wouldn't be strange if it were to prepare more than one thousand people, too, for the corresponding amount of time. Whatever it is, it is at this time that we have received reports that the prostitutes are forming looting.

How can the team be ready so soon when it is? An unpleasant hunch is standing nails in Neymar's chest.

Naimar opened his eyes wide and let go of the words as he forced his throat to snap open.

"Captain Richard. Do you understand that the prostitutes will carry out the looting and prepare the soldiers?

Naimar wasn't sure what to ask. Only words like that were pounding and leaking out of my lips.

Richard gave a light answer to the question as he put the pottery on the table.

"You bet. Other than that, is there anything else? Good training."

On that word of the commander, he floated a white color as if Neymar's brain marrow had been paralysed. My eyelids are trembling like cramps.

This commander understands everything, that is, that prostitutes attack villages. That's how I tolerated it and said I would use it to train the recruits.

Is there such a stupid thing?

Neymar's thoughts still can't sum up the swinging words. She leaks her voice so that she is attacked by the sense of duty that she still has to say something.

"... we will lose credibility from the people"

Naymar said in a trembling voice, the opposite of a voice with ordinary temperamental strength. Also in that inquiry, Richard returns the words without getting lost.

"Don't worry. The surrounding villages have been told several times that a crest unit named Proselytizing Soldier has surrendered. Besides, we don't look alike to prostitutes. They don't think you're one of them."

The old general's mouth included the ease of saying that he had just taken it for granted. Instead, he even asked Naimar if there was something wrong.

Richard added in a squeamish voice that he would know that taking them to the battlefield would just get in the way.

Naymar bites his own lips hard. Dog teeth were about to overflow the meat with eaten blood.

I know that. Bringing a merely rampaging presence of prostitutes and others into the battlefield can't even be effective. Instead, if you can run away with fright, that's even a fear of morale. I agree with Neymar that we have to separate somewhere.

But there's a way to do it. This, like hurting the people, in a way.

The moment Neymar tried to spew out a word that was also feverish, Richard said, smashing its nose head.

"Look, Neymar. This is a profitable way to do it. If you want to fight, you've never crossed the line to have a good relationship with the surrounding villages, there are exceptions."

With Richard's words in his ear, Neymar had his eyes wide open and his face up. Naimar couldn't figure out what look was sticking to his face right now.

"Try to disconnect the prostitutes from the beginning, and that's what I see buying unwanted objections. It's important that you do everything right."

This way, we can do favors from villages, train recruits, and dispose of both prostitutes. I think it's a good idea, the old general says, as he pours the liquor down his throat. Besides, the damage is much smaller than losing a battle without training.

Neymar wanted to say something. I wanted to throw a horrible bouncing emotion around my chest at the commander in front of me.

But I can't find the words for it. Tears are going to come to my eyes at my impudence. I don't care about one thing Richard says to Neymar. I want to rebel and jump that hand. Even so, I don't have the knowledge or experience to do it.

So it was best for Naimar to shake his lips and say a word.

"Captain Richard."

What the hell, Richard answered coarsely. I've already said what I have to say, and I won't even try to gaze at Neymar. That's okay. Naymar squeezes his voice.

"I despise you. But… I will obey orders."

That's all I could say to Neymar.

From the bottom of my heart, I cannot follow Richard. So, contempt. But I don't have the power to make it right. So, obey.

Oh, my God, it's unusual. Oh, my God, you're helpless. I can't believe I can't even say what I think is right. Neymar turns his back on the commander and leaves the tent behind, even attacked by the urge to strangle him. There was a glowing liquid in the eye and a number of emotions in the expression that floated.

Richard leaks his breath as he looks at its back and narrows his eyes slightly. There was no longer any such thing as a prostitute in that skull. I was thinking about the letters I had to send from here on out.

About Philos, an autonomous city, and a writ addressed to his former godson who would be in the army of the crest.