A Wish to Grab Happiness

There are few mountain ranges in the region, or the winds are strangely dry. I pour in the rum and force away the feeling of a cloth sticking to my throat.

"There is no response from Philos, and neither does the Catholic Church move,? There's nothing more to it than peace itself."

As you sit in your chair, turn your gaze toward the Sanio Plains. There were no foreign objects anywhere, just tall grasshoppers seeming comfortable.

Of course, the situation cannot be greatly questioned by the degree of peeking through the tent. If you will forgive me, let me run the horse and do it in scouts. It used to be the main job, so it's easy.

"If you don't mind peace, I don't mind either."

In front of me, Eldis nods, keeping her pale blue hair along her cheeks. That's a lot of euphemism. Perhaps it's irony to be Eldis. Break your cheeks and clasp your shoulders.

The battle between creed and archdiocese hid its exhalation.

We lay formation to the east and west across the Sanio plain, with our gazes intertwined with each other. Neither will we try to move. There will, of course, be minor skirmishes and spear flirting between watchmen, but at least, we're not even trying to wage a battle with each other that determines a large crowd.

After my meeting with Grandpa Richard, there is a prolonged creepy peace. Seal teaching, whatever it is to us, is an undesirable peace.

The more time engraves itself, the more likely the Archdiocesan army is to rush, and we can hardly expect that. Besides, if the field stagnates, food will not only be eaten, but the morale of the soldiers will also be eaten with astonishing momentum.

If I say so, battles and all that are done in fanaticism.

That's what people call battle when they deceive their brains out with the heat of battle and affirm that they put a price tag on their lives.

If the fever awakens, the soldiers' hands and feet will no longer move. Spears that anyone should have thought they could pierce look terribly fine, and their hands and feet will only be able to fight off cold. That's common on the battlefield. The feeling of heat being snatched away like a wave suddenly pulls off. I don't care how many times I taste it.

Depending on the amount of heat you let lurk in your skull, a person's neck can be easily screwed off, and you can't move a single finger on the other side. Whatever, it's extremely inconvenient.

That's why it's not a good idea to swallow something like silence or stagnation on the battlefield. If it's a disadvantage, especially.

Of course, I understand the meaning of this stagnation and silence. Both factions have identified the destination of the autonomous city of Philos.

The presence of the autonomous city of Philos, which exists very close to the Sanio Plains, can never go unnoticed in carrying out the battle. If Philos tied his hand firmly to the enemy army, it is believed that he would be devoured in the midst of the battle. It is only if we become enemies or allies that we will have to identify that trend.

Either way, we can't move much for both factions until Philos' trends are clear. Hence the rush. My chest burns. The other guy is that old Richard. In this silence, I don't know what else I'm up to.

- Then why don't you go ask inside your chest?

Of course, we don't want to raise the curtain of the battle from this side. I thought I'd throw a stone at you to see what you were up to, that's all.

Such an idea passed on the edge of thought, and the moment my eyes narrowed, it was.

"Rugis."

Make Eldis's voice jump up his face, which he didn't know lay on. The voice was not so sharp as to thrust through the core of his head as to flaunt his ears at all times. My eyeballs are blinking.

"You can't do that. I won't allow it."

My spine is twisted and poppy. Eldis' blue eyes stared straight at me when she said she saw through my chest.

No, wait, what are you talking about if I don't forgive you? I haven't said anything yet, and I haven't moved on to action. In other words, you haven't even moved a finger. But what, and for no reason, Eldis has to ban me.

I waited silently for Eldis' words with clear skepticism and agitation on my face.

"Also, I suppose he's going to move alone and try to rock the plate surface. Like during the civil war in Gaza."

That Eldis tone contains only a little and frustration. I didn't mean to say anything, like I was trying to pass it on to euphemisms here.

And Eldis' words are still on my chest. I was going to be twisted, but maybe I have a personality that's easy to tell from the guide.

I guess Eldis wants to say don't do dangerous imitations that work alone. That said, however, in some cases it is less dangerous to move in a small number than to walk in a large majority of troops on such a battlefield. Besides, it's not like I'm moving anything alone. I have something to rely on, too.

Words of such content were zeroed in a mild tone. That's why I didn't have to worry about anything, and I figured Eldis wouldn't tell me, I was going to.

"- You don't like it. So, where do I rely, am I included?

Apparently, I would have missed a lot of my thoughts.

At the same time as the words, the blue eye changes its shape into a distortion. The fierceness was concentrated in his eyes, like crushing what was staring at him.

Those are eyes I've never even seen before. It's not just ferocious, it's ferocious everywhere you try to bite this one off with a clear will, it.

As soon as possible, the air in the tent dies and the back of his chest begins to sound strange alarms. That seemed more like an instinct as an organism screaming than an emotion shaken. Eldis eyes, that's how the voice is. They said it was dangerous.

Slowly, open your lips as you choose the words. Tension that my neck would fall off if I misspelled the word was cramping my tongue.

"Of course. But Eldis, you're the queen of the air gardens, the elves..."

So you can't imitate the way you walk, there will be a position. Yes, Eldis bites my words off trying to go on.

"- And you are the knight. If you're talking about a position, I wonder if that's where it comes from, Rugis."

Nice to meet you, no, this is... I see, I feel that the sincerity of why I was suddenly invited to the tent of Eldis has been understood here and now.

That's what Elves' queen Eldis says when I'm stuck, she doesn't like what I do.

Moreover, the dissatisfaction seemed to be deeply rooted. The mouthfeel is so emotional that it seems unusual to her.

Sound your voice as your little lips draw an ellipse.

"Let's just say this, Rugis. I feel like I've been touched in the ear. The man my knight relied on in that meeting was not my soldier, but another human being."

How could you not rely on my soldiers, or could you not trust me? That goes on. Eldis' voice is colder than the ice-cold.

What do you think, a word hanging? I'm not sure how angry the words "mood touched my ear," etc. are for the elf, but I know it's not shallow.

Let your thoughts run from end to end of your head and try to find words somehow, but they're not going to come out very well. I repeated the act of opening my lips and closing them several times.

Would you see how that went, Eldis broke his cheek slightly? The eyes still have some fierce colors, but still only the expression appears to have regained looseness.

Eldis leaks his words as he slowly draws his eyes closer. The sweet smell of flower honey stirred my nostrils.

- If you don't want to rely on me, of course I don't mind. I swear I won't wield one of my powers then. Power as a queen, power as an individual. Or maybe you can count on me, let me hear it from your mouth.

Although I would never let you flip more than I put it in my mouth, Eldis said. The voice echoed many times in my ear.