A Wish to Grab Happiness

The role of military ambassador in battle is not praiseworthy of merit, nor does it become the poem of a bard, however successful the work may be.

Even so, only danger is much higher than just going out on the battlefield, so if you don't fear misunderstandings, it was a role that doesn't fit much.

Because an ambassador doesn't just tell his allies things like a preaching order. You must enter the enemy army alone, unarmed, and convey your intentions without misunderstanding.

If you fail to do so, you will be immediately decapitated, and even if you just deliver the worst paperwork, you risk having your sword produced from your chest as a show. If this is the case, it's better to get out on the battlefield and wave the spear, as long as your allies are right around the corner.

If you die on the same battlefield, you can still die figuring out that you fought for your country, for your friends. Even so, I just delivered one letter and died, then there's more to it than silly.

On this day, the military ambassador, running with a letter from the Archdiocesan Army to the Crest Army, was whining in his mouth about such a thing.

Really, it doesn't fit. Though you can get some rewards, if you die, it's just money too. If it's something that has a family, you can still break it off if the money passes to the family because you're dead. But the dangerous role of an ambassador is turned around by lonely people like yourself who have no family or lover at all. Because it's a poor lottery that doesn't fit the bill, I can't stand it.

The thought of the military ambassador stepped into the crest position and swept up extra heavily. There are strangely long ears within the crest position, beings with some different appearance from humans, the elves are finally walking around there. The military ambassador had not heard of the elves giving to the crest religion, but no longer thought it was something he walked around so freely.

I've heard that people named Elves have the habit of eating people away with pleasure. There are also rumors that people like their hearts. You think there's even something in there that curses humans and keeps them from moving forever? None of this makes me nervous, my toes get really cold.

But more terrifying than that, I have come to deliver my writings. The military ambassador felt his heart weigh strangely.

A man of the great opposite, a thing that favors vice, traitor Rugis.

He, the symbol of evil, is spoken in the same line as Matia the Witch, the head of the crest.

The wind tells us that he has a giant body enough to slash and kill a large warcraft with one hand, and that there is always a green flame rolling in his chest.

If you are angry with the contents of the letter, it is obvious that the blade will shake itself down. Please, lest the spearhead of outrage be directed this way, the man sent as an ambassador was praying to the Archdiocesan God in his chest.

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- I hope that the words will be valuable to each other. Captain Richard-Permilis.

At the end of the letter, I first doubted my own eyes at its signature, which had been engraved as if to write it down. I stare at the ink stain over and over again, pointing my eyes out.

Could it be a misspelling, or someone else of the same name, or a brother of the living? With such silly delusions in my mind, I stare to bite every letter of my signature.

No. No matter how I tried to mislead myself, I only looked familiar with this mess of signatures. Of this, I said I wouldn't mind if I knew, but how to spell the letters. I prefer to write like this, and I know only one person by the name of Richard.

But what kind of change of heart would it be to say that I used to hate naming my last name for a long time until that very end?

"Richard's grandfather, you saw a name I miss."

In the great tent, I groaned so, not that I was going to point it at anyone. Everyone in the general received the letter without opening their mouth. It was the one that was gazing at me, so strangely my voice echoed through the tent.

It was in the midst of the zealous encirclement of the military table by Virgin Mattia and the officers of the Seal Army that the writ was delivered over the Archdiocese. A liaison soldier, who would have followed, ran into the great tent with a parchment that seemed firm in his hand, out of breath. I remember being so panicked that I thought that was the enemy attack or even an important thing close to it had happened.

There's nothing going on if you ask me what it is, just that a letter was delivered by the general of the Archdiocesan Army, through an ambassador. I don't know why that delivery address is me.

But, well, I don't know how upset a liaison soldier feels. But I don't. The fact that enemy military ambassadors are coming to deliver letters etc. is proof that enemy troops are nearby. It's more to the left than anything else that each other's armies are about to get in between.

Reality that the enemy who kills himself is right around the corner. Whatever form it may be given, it causes strange pain to the heart. It would be more impossible to tell a recruit who would be unfamiliar with the battlefield not to be upset with that.

"A familiar face on the battlefield, Rugis"

Eldis, sitting beside me, told me to peek into my face. Big blue eyes float interesting colors.

"I'm familiar with your face, I don't know. My master, when I was a hungry man, took care of everything."

That's why he leads the Archdiocesan army now, so he narrows his eyes with a grunt.

Yes, I took care of him. It was this grandfather who gave me the only skinny dog I ever had, the way I lived in the back streets, the way I managed to get to feed, and the way I waved my sword, all of them.

Once I managed to connect raw as an adventurer in the darkness of the Garrist kingdom, only because of Grandpa Richard's incense pottery.

Even so, all that was taught was something that could not be said to be very complete.

Either way, a grandfather named Richard himself, a man who is vicious, friends with atrocities and feeds on the flesh of the weak. You can't possibly get a whole lot of teaching from a human being like that.

So when it comes to Kaoru, which I received from my grandfather, I see it's all sunless back street manipulation. It's not a piece of shit. Some people will spit on the spot.

Still, even now, I don't really think it was a mistake to refer to Richard's grandfather as a teacher. He was exactly what he once was.

I was immersed for a moment in my former memories as I weighed my eyelids. And when I opened my eyes again, I found that, uh, all the air in the great tent was a little stiff and heavy.

"... Master Rugis, what did the master tell you?"

In a voice that brought solidity as well as air, Ann said. There are also signs that the expression is causing some stiffness so that it is pulled by the solidity of the voice. What is it? It's not like anything happened.

He flaunts his shoulders at the strange appearance of his surroundings and leaks his words while distorting his eyebrows.

"He wants to talk to me, one at a time. No, he wants to deepen his old relationship. Apparently, his grandfather got brittle with his emotions after eating his age."

I said, honking my throat very loudly.

Naturally, that can't be right. There's no way that Richard's grandfather is sending an ambassador to an enemy army for ridiculous reasons such as wanting to deepen his old relationship.

Oh, I really miss it. If this inedible grandfather wants to move, he must be trying to paint something else anyway.

Because Richard-Permilis is a person who can't escape that nature, and the words order and justice don't look amazingly good on him. And I know the nature of my grandfather well. That's what I hate so much.

Anne and Mattia are staring at the parchment I've rounded up and discussing something. Perhaps they are also working out a plan for how best to respond.

But my stomach was already set. Stand up from your seat with your cheeks collapsed. And he threw words at the liaison soldiers who were still waiting to be told orders on their knees near the entrance to the great tent.

"- Liaison soldiers, tell the Archdiocesan ambassador that Rugis understands. It's been a while since I've seen Grandpa Richard's face."