A Wish to Grab Happiness

The time is early in the morning, just when the sun started rising. The stage for the talks was the Sanio Plains, which stretched out in front of the autonomous city of Philos. It seems that this would be the fairest place.

The feeling of the horseshoe beating the soil rocks the body. By the time I walked into the heart of the plain, the shadow had already begun to be visible. There is a grey, often nightly, dark-familiar armor wrapped around his body, with eyes that make him feel somewhere uncomfortable. The face was engraved with a large wound I was accustomed to seeing.

Wave gently to stop the Gazarian troops that were following him to escort him. And as he advanced on one horseshoe, his opponent similarly made the escort's foot stop and proceeded to the center of the plain. Good manners for this man.

"Have you lost some weight, Grandpa?"

One horse to the other, the voices can no longer reach the soldiers of the escort. Then you shouldn't even have to worry about words. With a squeaky grin on my words, the enemy general - my master Richard - rang his throat.

"That kind of thing has become a visible aspect. Did you wash your feet from trench stripping?"

I respond to voices, including laughter, with both hands floating, thanks to you.

I haven't heard Grandpa Richard's voice in a long time, but it didn't feel like an old breeze anywhere. Rather, it seemed far, far tougher than it was when I was piped in a liquor store. It was like saying this was the place you were used to.

Exchange words a few times. It's all about not having other love. Each other, it is not a pattern of status reporting. I just blossomed a little bit into the old story, to that extent.

It must be just a waste of time. There is no way that beneficial things can arise where enemy generals have had cluttered conversations with each other.

But oddly enough, my nostalgic interactions with my grandfather had unknowingly soothed my mood. Nervous time had gone on these days, so much so that there was no more. It's funny. They're going to kill each other, they must be enemies.

A slightly tall grass covering the plain rang as stirred by the wind.

"- But, Grandpa. You drank bad liquor with the captain of the Archdiocesan battalion."

I cut the story out here. Though not uncomfortable, if you repeat the extended crap, you'll just be drawn to Grandpa's time sooner or later. Then you'd better step out of here, even if it's slightly steep.

Grandpa puts down a beat and says, with some easy-going grin, yes.

"It's not a pattern. That's for sure. But I don't have to fall in love till hours, either."

For a moment my eyes over those years seemed to run flashing. The white jawbeard was stroked by Grandpa's fingers and swayed.

It's not a pattern, you're right. At least I do. Grandpa Richard wasn't the kind of person who bothered to step on the stage. Rather, from the back of the stage, he pulls a thread and grins. Oh, no, he must have been human. There is no such thing as crossing dangerous bridges on your own, and the nasty nature of using someone successfully and stripping only profits like that.

Grandpa continues his words with a squeamish voice, though.

"You're more of a pattern than me. Then you're more of a jerk, aren't you, Rugis? I don't know about crest teaching, but heroes can change their minds."

I see, when they say that, there is no longer a word to give back. Exactly. Given the time when I was sleeping on the muddy streets of the Glades, the title of a hero, etc., is far and untouchable. It doesn't look good before, it doesn't look right, it doesn't look right.

I guess you found out I had something bitter on my face. Grandpa grinned, throbbing loudly. It was just a cheerful, honest laugh with nothing contained.

"I would. I feel like a bug crawling around my neck when I do something. This is how the battalion captain was dressed up, so let the ceremony bring him out. Don't be ridiculous."

There are just things called boulders and masters. I don't know if I'm alike, or if I was originally of the same nature, but there seems to be some similarity of sensibility around here.

How about a formal greeting for the ceremony, a letter with plenty of words, and a title? What's your position? Those things don't suit me terribly sexually. And I guess that's the same for Grandpa Richard.

"Make it, pattern. Bye. I think so. If the world has a surface and a back, I don't feel comfortable living inside walking the surface. The nature of being born, the air, the water, everything doesn't fit. Fish and birds alike, but humans have a place to live."

That, around. I was beginning to wonder what my grandfather was going to say. What did you tell me and what did you set this place up for?

A slight sweat seeps into the hand holding the horse's reins. A horse's hoof kicked up soil lightly on the spot, and he heard it.

"Rugis, how's it going? Do you think from the bottom of your heart that where you live is where you live?"

That's a long way to go. Maybe that's what grandpa cared about. No, or are you getting caught up in Grandpa's time at some point? I don't know how there is.

But it was true that for a moment, my heart sounded loud in Grandpa's words. Slight sweat licks the forehead.

"What does that mean again?"

That's what you say to squeal, narrow your eyes. I could see that the wound engraved on Grandpa's face distorted greatly.

"Don't be silly, Rugis."

Saying so briefly, without cutting the words, Grandpa opens his mouth.

"You're just like me. Heroes are not a pattern, not the nature of walking on the main street. You just have to let that stand out, you idiot."

Richard's grandfather's eyes were floating with a color that contained sadness, like seeing something he missed. There was even a strange sense of reality caged in the words being spouted from its mouth.

I used to hear crap about Yotai in a tavern. That's the story that Richard's grandfather once stood in the light as an adventurer.

Grandpa set foot in such a great place that his status and honor could be grasped in his hands. I guess I did have the talent, the luck, the strength. I'm sure if nothing happened, I could even run straight up to the heights, such a place.

But Grandpa threw it all away. Instead, with disappointment in his chest, he threw himself down the back street.

I don't know how true that is. I didn't want to confirm this Yotai story told at the tavern with my grandfather, and neither did my grandfather. But at this time, it is only certain that words emanating from Grandpa's mouth were overflowing with strange realities and weights.

"Then what? Do you want me to turn around and pull the thread? That's what makes me laugh in the shadows, like a bad guy."

Predict and say while your grandfather's words are only slightly interrupted. I had a stomach tightness in my stomach. Wrinkles between nature and eyebrows.

"I suppose so. That's the only choice I have."

The response was short. That must have been why Grandpa called me out of his way. Aside from whether that's from the heart or to deceive me.

Her eyelids flashed a few degrees.

"Garrist is a foolish country. Blood muscle, grew up, proud. There are as many of them as have stuffed that in their heads. But strangely, it's those idiots who write up scripts in this country."

I don't like that, whatever, that's a bad word. Oddly enough, it enters my ear easily. That was the kind of word I was forced to eat into my brain marrow.

"If you're in a position to get on a script like that, it's much better to be pulling threads on the back of the stage. Much better."

Grandpa's expression wavers for a moment as if he remembered something. But he gave me a quick glance and pierced me straight.

Sometimes it was unusual for a grandfather to smile lightly somewhere, and his expression had disappeared from his face. Slowly, with weight, a squeaky voice echoes the Sanio plain.

"- How about Rugis, aren't you willing to come with me? I've gathered some information since I heard about you. That's how I found out, but you have talent."

Thank you for the compliment. I want to raise my hand and rejoice. Unless that's the place.

"Of course it's not a talent as an adventurer, of swordsmanship, or very much so."

Grandpa Richard's words reach my ears. My eyes were wide open and stiff. The shape of the shadow has changed slightly, conveying the brilliance of the sun.

"You don't hate to fan, attract, and use people with your tongue. As a matter of fact, I don't care about the bottom of my heart except for the purpose. It's not like I've learned that people can live or die because of me. Rugis, you..."

- Undisputed, bad guy. Just like me.

Grandpa Richard's voice was unknowingly grabbing my heart.