A Wish to Grab Happiness

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

The word was, for Eldis, an unmistakable word stained from his heart. I can't even hide the fact that my chest contains some frustration.

The more the blood hurts, the faster it speeds up and runs around the body. Eldis found that instinct, which is supposed to be covered in the shell of reason, is now and only at this time accusing herself of standing up her nails.

My knight relied on others, not his own soldiers, that's all if I told him. But that's all there is to it, Eldis.

"So what do you say, Rugis?"

As she hunts down the knight in front of her, the queen narrows her eyes and narrows her distance. Distance, enough that each other's hands and feet no longer touch each other. Eldis turns his eyeballs to Rugis with the momentum of the Raptors hunting down his gains.

Rugis distorts his eyes and waves his lips like he chooses words. My voice, I want to listen. I want to feel safe soon. Eldis lightly chewed her dry lips.

What if? In case Rugis really didn't think he could count on my soldiers. If you find it hard to rely on me.

That is nothing more than that I - have failed to follow Rugis' instructions. An order to be a fine queen.

Oh, I don't like that. I just don't like that. It's not helping him, I don't even want to think about it being out of his direction. Because keeping orders is a sign of restraint. As long as I keep my orders, it's the same thing tied to him.

When Rugis tied me up, he said so. I responded accordingly. So this pledge must be absolute. Something as hard and shiny as a gem for Eldis, at least.

Eldis found her throat making loud noises and her eyelids cramping. Wait until Rugis moves his lips and speaks out.

"... of course I told you. I'm counting on you. So much so."

Rugis grabs both shoulders of Erdis and says, rubbing his voice up a little confused.

The moment he heard the word, Erdis activated the cause and effect of spirituality in his skull. After the surgery has already crept in. If you give a slight signal of activation in your head, it will express itself.

As soon as possible, a lot of information is poured into Eldis, which is likely to cause even flooding. I have information about him, Rugis.

- No breathing, no pulse, nothing's disturbed, plus no spirits, no lies, that's what I'm saying.

Eldis' cheeks loosen naturally. The eyes seemed to regain softness at the same time. His words are the truth out of the depths of his heart.

That's not by any means speculative about trusting Rugis, or perhaps it will be. Eldis' heart cannot rest in such an easy thing.

This is a certain truth. A dark green military uniform worn by Rugis, multiple ornaments worn, will tell you all the answers.

All the items Eldis sent to Rugis were woven by Eldis' spiritual art. Everything, even a piece of yarn and a piece of bracelet, was refined with the force deposited by the Great Spirit. That's until I spare my sleep.

Erdis' spiritual art was once used only to create phantoms in order to see the outside world from within the tower. A foreign object, a spiritual implement costume, that made it more condensed, immobilized and refined as a spiritual dropper. The spoiled elf of the Spirit creates several such beings beyond wisdom in his lifetime, and thus dies out of life. As if it were fate.

In a way, the costume is Eldis'. How lovely of him to wear it.

Its breathing and physical movement are no longer held in Eldis' palm as a natural consequence so that everything his body emits falls zero from upstream to downstream.

I want to know everything, what you do, what thoughts you have. Erdis takes that for granted. That's what's happening now. Excellent.

Of course, if you constantly swallow everything in the boulder, you will only be engulfed in the turbulence of information. However, with this degree of temporary utilization, it is easy.

That's how all the information we're being given now tells us. Rugis isn't lying, he's counting on me.

This means that he is able to carry out his instructions as he wishes. There's nothing more delightful than that.

Erdis turns the look he was making into a totally gentle grin, looks Rugis in the eyes up close and asks.

"Good, then. If my knights are counting on me, I'll give them my full strength as queen. I'm counting on you, too. That uniform I gave you is proof of trust."

Before such words, for a moment Rugis rounded his eyes as confused. There were signs as cold as the iron that had covered the perimeter until earlier that seemed to surprise me that it had been lost during the blink.

Eldis waves his lips and says, go on.

"It's a costume I built specifically for you. What do you say, comfortable?"

Not bad, pretty good and Rugis answers with a gentle shoulder clasp. Again, I mean it. Yeah, fine. Seems to have worked well enough, Eldis rattles his teeth small and disconnects from the instrumentation.

If it's connected to the outfit for too long, I can't figure out how to tell the boundaries of whether what is in direct contact with him is me or who I am as a queen.

Of course, that might be very, very preferable. That's what Rugis said, whether she was a queen or not. Then you can't fail to follow instructions.

And even if you don't, there's plenty of use in military uniforms besides knowing about Rugis.

Spiritual costumes are Eldis' identities themselves, packed with pieces of spiritual art.

If humans get acquainted with the existence embodied by spirituality, and wear it, that should make the body lighter, even overflowing with life. The protection of the Spirit will surely protect your life.

But there is no way that a human being who continues to receive the protection of the Spirit can be normal or otherwise. It's like continuing to bathe God's light up close. Surely its body is eroded by great power.

All of them will only be able to live right next to the Spirit, in the deep green forest where those who deal with spiritual art and the Great Spirit dwell. Elsewhere, you won't even be able to breathe. That's a definite future.

Eldis grinned as her eyes narrowed and drew a line on her expression.

- I'll keep my word, on my own. You will never, ever let me get away with this.

I want to be bound, I want to be bound. Distorted emotions that tremble the soul itself. But for an elf who lives a long time and experiences many breakups, the desire to keep someone tied up may in a way be described as natural.

Eldis understands that that unspeakable emotion has surfaced in his chest and that he is breathing quietly in that way. But I would never stop thinking about it.

I want you to tie me up and make sure I can't leave. I want to tie him up and make sure he can't leave. Oh, how happy I would be if I could order you to wake up, to sleep, to eat, to do everything.

Erdis keeps his lips rippled and does his gaze on Rugis' neck to cramp his long ears.

First off today, it's good to this extent. His heart was known, and the effect of spirituality could be confirmed. Enough achievement.

Besides, they don't even have time to move around freely anymore.

Eldis' long ears captured the sound. Quickly, quickly, the sound of a hoof honking as if in a hurry. It's just not what it looks like to be a conductor, that. It's the behavior of those who grab some kind of anomaly and come to tell it.

"Looks like the time to just wait is over. Let's go, my knight."

Just say one word. Eldis turned his gaze out of the tent.

In its long ears, the sound of the battlefield starting to move was beginning to be heard.