A Wish to Grab Happiness

Horses from all Catholic and crest factions run through the Sanio Plains. To get the information back in that hand as soon as possible.

The Archdiocesan edict speeds up the horse's feet, but nothing hurts its heart. Because the report is exactly what the superior officer wanted. You will not be discouraged if you are welcomed.

On the other hand, the Order of the Crest makes the horse run with the thought of clutching his face and cramping his heart. Even if I desperately assemble words in my head about how I told my superiors, they would soon collapse and go away zero with the cold sweat that conveys my body.

It's not really my turn anymore to let you make such a report. The crest minister was alone in his heart, vomiting stupidity. But even the thought soon becomes anointed with agony and grief.

- The autonomous city of Philos accepted partial cooperation with the Archdiocesan army.

This report undoubtedly gave the citizens of the autonomous city of Philos less upset than just the Catholic Church and the Crest.

The reactions vary, and it is good to say that it was only the number of citizens that existed. But if you dare to do the classification, it will be just three things: the stunner, the frightener, and the different.

The Autonomous City of Philos is classified among those who differ.

"We are an autonomous people. I am not a slave. Am I allowed to do this?

A man barks at the top of the people's conference hall, the largest institution in the city. Around the age it is magnificent, and its voice is full of energy. The eyes were lit with colors that showed a definite will.

The man speaks. A decision had been made in the National Assembly that cooperation was not necessary with both the Catholic Church and the Seal Church. Nevertheless, the ruler Philose-Treit has accepted his cooperation with the Catholic Church, albeit in part, alone, and the man continues to cry out loudly as to whether this is not tyranny.

Every time a man screamed, the citizens packed into the Civil Council hall cheered. That cheer includes admiration and consent for the man, and thus the rebellion against the current ruler, Philos-Trait.

Philos, the ruler, was looking down at them from the ruling seat in the People's Council Hall with his eyes that looked as if it didn't matter. Eyeglasses attached to the right eye reflect a terribly cold glow.

He said that he was not interested in the theatre that was being played in front of him. Philos is more present in the Civil Society than in the ruling seat, just because he has a ruler's duty. Otherwise, how can you be attached to such a nasty thing when you can say it's critical?

Civil Society. Because it continued to exist in the form of leaning against it while asking about the face of the mighty? Or because of the name autonomy. In the autonomous city of Philos, there was traditionally a mechanism for deceiving citizens of the general idea of a civil society.

The structure is simple: representatives of the citizens, a few people of general interest are elected to hold discussions in the Chamber of the People's Assembly. On top of that, it determines the general intentions of the citizens and reports them to the ruler Philos. Philos sees the decisions of the Civil Society and gives them the final decision.

In other words, a civil society is a mechanism for citizens to make prophecies to urban rulers. It's just that. Of course, from the surrounding cities, there is no doubt that it is eye-catching.

This cannot be the case if it is originally in the relationship of the Lords and Lords. A people is just a dominant being, and pinching your mouth against the lord's will is like spitting words at heaven. If it doesn't make sense, if it ever reaches your ear, you'll be punished on the spot.

Mechanisms like the Civil Society, they are not meant to be in any city.

Therefore, the inhabitants of the autonomous city of Philos do not call the mechanism of this people's association a symbol of our autonomy. As a great pride, I accept it in its breasts.

We are not just a people to be ruled. They say it's an autonomous people who can make an offer to the rulers.

Besides, there's nothing wrong with this civil society. Originally, a people's life is changed by the good and the bad of a lord. Happiness and tranquillity are attained if the Lord is able to. If the lord is a wicked one, there is just a life full of grief and misery awaiting him.

The National Council prevents it and shields it from defending the autonomous people. Even as a ruler, we can receive the words of the people and help them govern. If there is a problem with the decision of the National Assembly, the track of the National Assembly can be modified by issuing opinions from the ruling seat.

So to speak, the ruler Philos and the Civil Society were supposed to be the ideal mechanism by which they could complement each other. At least, modern Philos blinks his white eyes, wondering if he was supposed to go for it.

That man standing on the stage and gushing the citizens. Surely the name was Roseau? I forgot my family name.

As far as Philos knows, that Roseau is just a man with a good mouth. Very, not a useful man of things. You can understand that by listening to and taking the words you utter. If you say so, the only talent Roseau has is his talent as a fan.

That's how such an instigator is presenting things to himself now as a representative of the National Assembly. To the extent that no one could hear, but for Philos, a much louder sigh leaked out of his lips.

More recently here, Roseau has enlivened its activities. Both the meeting that brought the citizens together and Philosopher's prophecy to himself became strangely noticeable. Is that because of the heroism that is smoking in him? Or is there something else?

Yes, we met when Philos turned his mind. Citizens' cheers culminated, and as they did, Roseau turned his gaze toward the ruling seat.

"Dear ruler Philose-Treit, what I have just said is the general thrust of the autonomous people. Please accept it."

Compared to what I said earlier, it was a long time ago. Perhaps it includes disgust, Philos thinks.

Well, whatever it is, the word to respond is set. Philos rippled his lips like a pain in the ass and told him that when he fulfilled his duty as governor. This one word is all I should have said.

But Philos opened the moment and added the following words:

"I did hear the general thrust of the citizens. But we must sometimes lay down shielded swords against the threats that appear before us so that the hungry cannot be saved without bread. Let's not forget that."

Just to tell you that, Philos turned his back on the People's Council Hall. No one can keep Philos here more than they have heard of his general intentions as a civil society.

"The word now is that the citizens will once again be dissatisfied, Dear Philos"

To the voice of the clerk called from behind, Philos narrows his eyes for a moment.

"Yeah, but it's necessary."

Philos naturally understood that his words would buy some sort of resentment and dissatisfaction. Citizens believe in the Civil Society as an ideal and do not doubt it as just. I guess I'm just the bad guy against that.

So until now, the rulers of the past have kept themselves from confrontation by snuggling with the Civil Society and engaging closely with each other. Philos just stopped it.

Because that's not the ideal way for a civil society to be. I don't have the complementary relationship I should have. Philos believes that it is the right appearance of the ruler and the National Assembly that sometimes coordinates and sometimes conflicts.

Philos distorted his lips, as if to mock. That's a laugh of self-derision that I can't help but contain.

I tell my citizens not to go after their ideals too much, but they end up swinging after the ideals of the city themselves. Because the rulers are here, I thought it would be helpless for the citizens to pursue ideals, justice and doings.

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Roseau's voice covers the people's conference hall after Philos walks away. Big, and exalted.

"Gentlemen, it makes no difference to say that our hope is no longer lost! The ruler Philos-Trait is not willing to listen to the citizens' totality!

Roseau's words wind up and tangle up the heat of the citizens. To that gesture, to the voice, to the discouragement. People keep an eye out. There was something about Roseau that didn't attract people.

"Listen! Smart autonomous people. Dragons and demons are now imminent in the autonomous city of Philos. Show the dragon respect and you will be crushed, and if you make a pact with the devil, you will go to hell!

A dragon is a cathedral, and a demon is a crest. We don't have a future, Roseau says. That's oddly realistic, and makes citizens think it's really like that, those words.

Of course, they and their sects are mostly Catholic. Therefore, conferring on the Catholic Church is not a strange thing in itself. But apart from cooperating in the war, Roseau developed a fever.

"Autonomous people! Wise citizens! The time is approaching when we must show our will in our actions!

The National Convention Hall rocks like boiling water. Citizens tossed cheers so that they could just be buried in the fever, as they showed their consent to Roseau.

In front of the sight, Roseau's bearded mouth had a quiet grin.