A Wish to Grab Happiness

A gentle sunlight licks the Sanio plain. The shadows of the two horsemen facing each other in the centre of the plain stretched slightly. Loose, tall grass trees tremble.

"Heroes are the only thing in the story, you know better than anyone, Rugis."

Grandpa Richard said in mild condition as he let his fingers touch his white jawbeard. I kept my expression stiff and I heard that voice in my ear. Grandpa tells the wind, as he repeats, that neither the hero nor the brave do not.

What, now? Naturally. Naturally.

There can't be a hero in this world who saves everything, and the brave man who repaints destiny is a product of history that no longer exists. A child abandoned by his parents dries up the ringing without being able to reach out to anyone, and a woman persecuted and stoned is only comforted without being helped by a saint.

"Did anyone help me when you were about to starve to death in the Glades, or did you reach out, dude?

Hey, how many of your peers survived? "

Nasty, really nasty old man. My colleague, the one who ate dinner with me in the orphanage, is that the majority of them already alive? Even where he was alive, there couldn't be a long way to go.

A man, if he's lucky, would be an adventurer or a mercenary and dead with a sword. If you're unlucky, you can also be a slave-treating imprisoned brother, and your parents beat you to death in the head, or starve to death as a result of your escape. If you're a woman, if you're clever, you're a rich toy, otherwise you just shrink yourself in the whorehouse.

Is there always a reason this guy has a long way to go? Nor do most of them have a reason to stick to the world for much longer. If you're going to die fast and easy, that's the best part.

For salvation and happiness do exist in this world, but they are not so full that they are given to the poor.

Neither the hero chosen for his destiny, nor the brave man who has been loved by God, exist in this world, but the poor die without being able to divulge a voice of resentment. This is the place. Everyone understands that at the bottom of their minds. Everyone knows that in the story there is a hero.

So Richard's grandfather can't be wrong. Right by cruelty. So much so that I want to clap my hands and praise you for being great.

Raising his gaze, which looked to the ground to lay low, he had eyes that pierced this side straight. Its eyes are lit with more sincere fire than I have ever seen before.

"Rugis, let's not get this far with hero play. A human being called a hero can only wait for an exquisitely ruinous end."

The inviting voice stains my ears naturally. A few times, I blinked my eyelids and took a deep breath twice.

I give my words back to my grandfather, shaking his strangely dry lips. The voice leaking out of my throat was clear to me.

The shadows reflected on the Sanio plain are shaking shabby in hand.

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To that voice that reached his ear, Richard slightly spasmed his eyelids.

"- I'm sorry, Grandpa. I'll see you after I expose my hand. He can't admit he's getting out of the fight now."

That word, once leaked by a godson, is, for Richard, within expectation. But still, it was unexpected.

Richard is well aware that his godson, Rugis, has a nature that clearly dislikes the place where the sun shines, a nature that naturally repels a place called the tabular stage. Whether that was born or created by the environment, I don't know.

But at least that's what he was already like when Richard recognized the existence of Rugis. That's why even if this invitation was turned down, it should have made sense.

The inviting complaint, which would sound terribly appealing to that ear, shakes Rugis' heart somewhat. It would be in great profit to be able to embed strays in the other's heart, which is no longer the flag of the enemy army.

Besides, Richard meant it, he thought. Suitable for Rugis are not heroes full of names or brave men who can't save anything. He said that he was standing in the same position as himself.

That is why Rugis' response is still surprising. Say no. Just a little more. Richard thought the response would include a tour.

Even so, now Rugis can't feel anything in his eyes or mouth like he's lost.

That's it, why not? Slightly caught Richard's interest. It's ridiculous, but maybe Richard cared a little bit about people who looked like him.

Richard says, as he speculates through Rugis' chest.

"How so, to the hero, bound to the crest teachings. Was she even a mistress?"

In his light-hearted mouth, Rugis raised his eyebrows with a groan on his shoulder. He seemed to ask me to give him a break.

"Is there a reason for that? Besides, there's nothing else in custody. By and large, it's not a pattern to lead people, and I don't think they deserve it. I was born in a slum. I grew up in a ditch."

That was a real way to talk. Rugis' words, as usual. The way it's supposed to be no different than it used to be.

However, Richard had a tingling sensation. Rugis' words pierce his ears again.

"It's just that there's these guys who called me a hero, and they even tried to pull my hand."

Yes, as I said. Rugis said this briefly. The sunlight slowly floats in the hollow and casts a shadow on the plain.

"Then you have to be."

At the same time as the words, the sun was leaking light, just as it climbed from behind Rugis and made him brilliant. The scene illuminating the morning dew makes you feel strangely fantastic.

It's as if the sun itself would even celebrate the birth of something.

Stupid. Richard's old eyes twitch, not in the glare of sunlight, but narrow.

"There can't be a hero in this world. There's no savior to reach out to, no brave man to change the world - nothing like not a single guy to complain about where I came from."

Richard, in his heart, shrugged.

Unpleasant. Now behind Richard's ear, I heard one shell tear off. That, too, comes from undesirable directions.

"... that's sad. I didn't know I could jump my hands on my former goddaughter. I've taught you so much."

It was so bullshit that I didn't think it was coming out of my mouth. A thin laugh is engraved on Richard's cheek. That's a light grin on the streets all the time. It was such a laugh, like making fun of something.

Sunlight on the edge of the eye, brilliant. I could see that Rugis was similarly crumbling his cheek.

"Oh, you're right. Kaoru Tao received from you kept me alive until today. I appreciate it, I have no regrets. I still believe that was the best."

So, and with a calm voice, Rugis continued his words.

"So Grandpa - I came here today to set you apart. I came here to get you and kill me."

Richard raised his right hand gently, naturally. Because I understood that that word of Rugis was not just a play or something, but a leak from the depths of his chest.

Richard and Rugis. From both faces, the once mild grin had erased the signs. Together, they stiffen that look, as if they were in a strained air.

"Right."

Richard is short and answers. My eyes, which had not lost their lights after many years, were distorted. In the meantime of uttering that word, Richard was ready in the back of his chest.

- This guy needs to be killed here.

There should have been prospects. He had both talent and qualities. But that's why we kill here. Failure to do so leaves the roots of a lifetime of evil, Richard's brain marrow says.

Richard drops his right hand, which he just gave lightly, intact, straight off. That's all the signals. It was more determined than originally, it was the sound of a hang-up.

- Huh, nh.

The moment, the sound of the wind piercing, rang. Sharp, the sound you hear on the battlefield when you release bows and arrows you are used to hearing.

There are many tall weeds in the Sanio plains. That's just how much weed there is to keep the bow and arrow in sight. Those weeds pointed and unleashed the iron murder weapon at Rugis, as if they had spouted themselves.

Richard grinned at the edge of his mouth as he heard the sound of the sky breaking. That's not a cheap grin, such as because nothing has worked out for me.

There's just no way, because I was listening to what Rugis said in time.

"Grandpa, I'm a little smarter too. Just a little bit, I can count on people."

The word rocked the wind, the moment.

The surrounding sky hissed, a magical whirlwind and a glimmer of silver flashes appeared.