A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Have you ever hated anything from the bottom of your heart?

I didn't know what to say to the squeezed voice of Virgin Mattia. Around his lungs, he felt a sensation of pain.

I wonder what kind of words Mattia wants from me. In the first place, it is unusual for her to speak emotional language. Emotions and such are things to talk about in calculations and intentions for Mattia, and they are not fools seriously putting her on the talking table. Is it good enough to show its face when playing?

Mattia keeps her face down, shuddering her voice cowardly as if she were just a girl, revealing herself all over her chest about what's going on now.

"... well. Human beings live. Ah, hate or love, but there will be times to hug them."

Sit deeply in the chair, try to distort your lips, say. There was a fever in my eyes, I see.

For a moment, some thoughts came to mind. How can I say that I have never had hatred in my chest when I take care of every beauty?

That's no longer something nobody knows except me. The emotion I once had, which I can't tell anyone.

That's not all you can do, such as talk lightly and delude. Turn your back on it, and I don't feel like denying it. Whatever it is, the emotion is the very root that undoubtedly once pushed and moved this body.

Listening to my words, there were signs that the tension that was floating across Mattia's body had eased a little. Hold my hand with both hands, Mattia says. My face remained down.

"I'm ashamed, I have one, too. I hold things that are said to be disgusting or hateful."

If people say I'm ashamed of my temporal feelings, etc., I'll be ashamed of myself every day.

Well, for the Virgin, floating such emotions may be contraindicated in itself. Whatever the case, the Virgin of the Crest is a symbol of knowledge and reason. I guess the guy with the high emotions is a long way off.

With whom, no matter how much it suppresses, it will once or twice bring something called hatred or anger to its chest. But Mattia continues her words, as if she were a voice that crawls through the earth and says it's not that easy.

"Even if I'm trying not to think about it, I'm really, really going to hold it - it's getting bigger and bigger lately, and it's not going to fit,"

I opened my eyes wide to nature and raised my eyebrows to the words that Mattia had unleashed. Mattia hasn't tried to look up yet.

I felt a slight force caged in Mattia's hands holding my hand.

"... the Catholic Church"

I said, pompous, trying to throw it into the silence visited in the tent. I can hear Mattia's long hair shaking and exhaling leaking. I didn't think so, I was biting my lips hard.

Right, that should do it. Instead, how could I not have noticed before? Makes me want to tighten my own head.

The Catholic Church is the worst hatred for crests. For a long time, the crest religion has been stripped of its land by the Catholic Church, denigrated with doctrine, and thus spit on its dignity.

Where are you, there would have been persecution. It should have even been routine for crests to be stoned.

Even my raised parent, Mr. Nines, yes. He continues to imitate like the Lord of the orphanage for a long time, hiding that it is a crest religion. If you name it a crest religion, etc., you must also lose your flying status if you blow it.

How could Mattia, called the Virgin of the Crest, once have had to lurk inside an underground temple? That should never be just because we were planning a raid on Galuamaria.

The long-time hard-won opponent is now in front of us. Clear enemies are where they can reach if they stretch their spears. Even Mattia, the Virgin, no, because she is the Virgin, there is no strange place for her to have less emotion in her breasts.

This battlefield makes no sense like it did in Galuamaria or Gaza. The same goes for scale, but the opponent who is hostile now and tries to determine the female male is not a city soldier or anything. It is indisputable, because it is the Catholic Church itself.

Totally terrible. Notice, I should have. The sound of your back teeth snarling.

Mattia held my hand, pounding, pounding and overlapping words. It sounded like an emotion that could no longer fit in my chest was forcing me to zero out of my mouth.

"Have you ever seen the treatment of crests in rural areas? The man is put to work without rest as a serf, and still continues to be struck with a stick in disquiet. That's what women have to be comforted with until they're out of use."

Pale, it was a word. Then, it was a frightened, trembling voice. That's, really, the look of Mattia I've never seen before.

It's not like when you expose your anger against me, it's not like you have some kind of strength. Oddly enough, Mattia's figure was small and she was beginning to see.

"Sometimes when it was terrible, they were treated like livestock themselves. Made to laugh, despised, even trampled on its faith."

Mattia keeps her body and voice trembling in small pieces, and still goes on with her words diligently. It was as if I had to, even driven by some sense of duty.

"When I, as the Virgin, let them, them go. They are no longer. I wasn't a person."

It wasn't a person. I couldn't ask what the hell that meant.

Honestly, if you say so. I'm sure I don't have the words to speak to Mattia. What the hell can I tell her that I can whimper with my face down and leak my voice?

I'm sure she's been enjoying everything. Never give expression, never leak to voice, never represent to attitude. I've been killing emotions deep down in my chest that can be described as resentment. Of the Virgin, in the name.

That today, just a little bit, collapsed. Seeing hate enemies in my eyes, I couldn't contain the emotions that ravaged me.

That's how I couldn't help spitting it out anymore, and while I gave it to the crest, I took it underneath me, not the crest. That's just it.

"... sorry. Until now... I've been able to contain it. This is just for today..."

Mattia's right, maybe this is just for today. Tomorrow, I'm sure, Mattia must be wearing a mask of the Virgin, similar to everything else.

A human being named Mattia is not as weak as laying low on the earth at all times. You're not like someone who keeps floating around with stupid worries like me.

Mattia's sense of holding my hand slightly loosens. The voice was shaking the air as it interrupted. It doesn't resemble any sensible and neat way of speaking.

In the dark at night, the moonlight was slipping into the tent. After all, I'm sure there's no such thing as a word to a person like me that should be hung on her. Mattia's hands gently leave mine.

"Mattia."

I shook Mattia's separated hands back with mine this time.

There are no words to speak. That must be true. However, it should be acceptable for me to hold my hand back when my buddy is lying down and whimpering. No, it doesn't matter if you're not allowed.

"My master told me today. It doesn't matter if you live or die because of yourself, you're such a terrible person."

Absolutely, that's all there is to deny. In fact, what did I do in the slums of Galuamaria, in Gaza, involving Erdis, and throwing how many dead men into the graveyard?

There's more to being a righteous person now than being a good person. They said it was still better if they said it was evil or cruel.

So, I'm sure I'll listen to Mattia and think she doesn't care about people who don't know her face or her name. I guess I won't have sympathy enough to cover my chest with heat.

"Then, as the Catholics say, maybe I'm just the Lord of evil. Funny story."

But still, if there is one, she wants to tremble like a fright in front of me.

Hold Mattia's hands even stronger and tighter. I stared straight at her face, which I was inadvertently given.

"If you still put your faith in me, I'll save this life instead. Shake your sword as a hero."

For a moment, Mattia breaks her expression as she blinks her eyes like she fell in love. That look was also a very beautiful one that I had never seen before. Little lips slowly waved, hitting.

- Will you help me, Rugis?

Mattia still says in a trembling voice somewhere. My hands are gripping back hard, I see.

- If that's your wish, be happy.