A Wish to Grab Happiness

In the tent addressed to himself, he sits down deeply in his chair and looks up into the sky. Even so, the only thing I can see is the cloth cut off from the tent.

As soon as I got my hips down on the chair, I noticed a pain in the details of my ankles and hips. Perhaps it's been a long time, no. That's the first time in this body that we've fought on horseback. He was also transmitting some pain to the cerebral medulla as to whether the muscles in his arms had been screwed in strange directions. But none of this is fatal.

Grandpa, no. The wound on his right arm given to him by enemy general Richard is also shallow. There is no such thing as one arm becoming unusable because of this, to see where the poison reaction is not felt. Though Fialert wrapped a bandage around me with great care.

I mean, there were some scratches, and he came back safe. If I made a mistake, I would have died from that meeting.

Deep, breathe up the air, and vomit. I repeated that a few times. The air still cold fills his lungs and awakens his exalted body.

There were different emotions in my chest, but there's only one thing that's emerging on that surface right now. At least it wasn't like celebrating safety, I'm sure.

- Couldn't finish it, huh?

The word, close to remorse, pulses heavily in his chest.

Of course, I was half ready. A man named Richard is so easy to kill that he has a simple way of life. Instead, I guess I was even lucky for not being beheaded.

I don't have any more of this next time. This is the last time we can just scratch each other with a sword. The next time we let the blades touch each other, there is a clear settlement. I had that instinct.

Funny thing. If we get inside the battlefield, we don't know where we're going to die. It could take a miscellaneous soldier's spear, and his heart could be choosen by remotely released bows and arrows and magic. Rather, it would be much more likely there.

However, there is an unspeakable sensation swirling in the chest and deep in the cerebromedulla. Somewhere again, Richard and I would exchange swords. In that case, it will be settled. I had such a definite instinct.

She was inflicting pain like a tiny scratch on her cheek.

"- I'm coming in, Rugis. You're not asleep yet."

Looking up to heaven, the voice reached me as I sat in the chair doing nothing. Transparent, and often in my ears, the voice of Virgin Mattia.

Sometimes I wonder if it's time to go to bed to see the clothes I wear off my body. The impression given seemed quite soft.

"Sorry, I couldn't drop the enemy general's neck"

I felt like I couldn't help but take Mattia's gaze off and say so.

If I could have dropped Richard's neck here, I would have prevented the soldiers from wearing out. If we succeeded, that might have been all we could have swallowed up a confused Archdiocesan army. The presence of a commander is so powerful. At least, the number of dead humans on this side would have definitely reduced it.

Thinking about it, I did a really shameful thing.

Mattia took my voice and pressed silently for a moment, and so she sighed loudly, leaking. That's how I distort my expression. It was like thinking about how to get the word out to a bad person.

What the hell does that mean?

"You really say that even if you can be a hero, Rugis."

After sighing, Mattia sat in a nearby chair drawing a loose line on her expression. The voice is oddly accompanied by gentle colors. It's not the wind that's frightened, it's not the wind that's as angry as ever.

Mattia goes on to open her lips, keeping her words uninterrupted.

"I don't mind. That's all it takes to boldly slay an enemy general. And Mr. Kalia and Mr. Fialert, their morale. As you may not know, there are many who would be happy to rely on you."

Asked if it was like that, that's what it was, Mattia gave it back to the parrot. So, more than that, Mattia ripples her lips off. Words that never stared at me, and gaze at me strongly, were piercing me.

"The most important thing this time was not to discuss the enemy general's neck, you will return safely to your ranks. In that sense, there will be no further consequences."

With that said, Mattia's eyes, looking straight at this one, were showing a slight disturbance. Even though it is said that there is a brilliance everywhere that can sometimes be described as cold, all today the lights are shaking like the wind has blown them.

Whatever, it was a rare behavior for Mattia. What a human being, in a way, when compared from the usual appearance of her with intentions and reason as her friends, she is.

Perhaps Mattia had much to think about in this meeting?

In fact, it is unmistakable that Mattia was burdened in the talks. In any case, it was my sole intention to agree to hold talks in response to a letter from the military ambassador, and I did not consult Mattia.

Even if Mattia had the right emotions about it, it wasn't weird.

"Well, what... I'm sorry I decided to talk to you arbitrarily"

"Yeah, really"

When I throw my words slowly at Mattia first, Mattia's voice pierces my throat without putting her hair in between. Though Mattia's eyes were still shaking somewhere, she still clearly captured them and stared at them like that.

That gaze is stronger in the colour of dissatisfaction than in the colour of anger. Tastes bad. Quite a siggle, this one.

"Even if you promise not to be impotent, you will soon rebel. Rugis, I can't help wondering how far promises and contracts mean to you."

Mattia made her lips jump in some stubborn way, and she took my hand on the table. I turn my gaze seriously so that I can observe, as if to mop my right hand with both hands.

Mattia's hand was strangely white, a small hand. Wouldn't it be different in size a few times compared to my hand? In this close comparison, it makes me feel as if I am the hand of a completely different being.

Mattia keeps staring at my hand, says. It was a rare, slightly emotionally ridden word for her.

"Rugis. To be honest, I'm not very calm about this battle,"

So I don't want you to be too impotent, and Mattia moves her lips. What a sudden spit it was, the Virgin's confession.

Calm down, no. That Mattia. For a moment in unexpected words, I feel something spooky crawling around my spine. I was in that mood, like I was told it was impossible.

"When we fell Galuamaria, when we stepped into the aerial city of Gaza, and even before that. This never happened. Your chest won't keep you from twitching. Every once in a while, my head goes white."

Mattia's little finger held my hand tight. I can't see the look on her face as she lays on her face, but that voice that trembles in the air even looks frightened by what she doesn't know.

I see, not cool, huh? On second thought, maybe you can take that for granted.

Anyway, the numbers are very different this time. Ten thousand units of soldiers beckon, and that's how they lose their lives in the unknown. In such a battlefield, there will be fewer guys who can keep as sane as ever, not to say Virgin Mattia, it's not strange to lack some calm.

When she tells him such a thing, Mattia shakes her head small enough to deny it, saying:

"Of course there will be. But that's not the biggest factor, it's not."

The voice, however weak, was as if it did not belong to Mattia. At least not in her words as the Virgin.

"For example, Rugis, did you ever think that you hated something from the bottom of your heart?"

It wasn't the Virgin's words or anything, it just seemed like a whimper that one girl named Mattia managed to squeeze and let leak out of her lips, even there was.