A Wish to Grab Happiness

The night dawned from the Sanio Conference, where the Catholic Church and the Seal Church strutted their spears against each other and caught their fangs. The end of that meeting, little by little, runs through the perimeter as if it were a ripple.

This room, where only the office of the autonomous city of Philos, and sometimes the ruler, Philos-Trait, runs the sound of the pen, is also rushed by people just today.

The autonomous city of Philos used fewer than a thousand soldiers in the Sanio match, resulting in the loss of nearly forty percent of the soldiers, including the war dead and deserters. Although the rest of the soldiers made their return to the city under Philose-Trait command, there are few that are intact. The number of casualties has not yet been rounded up.

Then naturally there will be such ex-post processing as drugs to treat them, food as wartime compensation at the same time, securing rescue facilities, and spending bonuses. All of them come down to the job of Clerk Philos.

In addition, there are far more casualties than expected. The secretary dried his throat as long as he had to release the gold from the city vault as an extraordinary expense.

Also, like the clerks, the ruler Philose-Trait diligently engraves ink on parchment paper. Though there is pain in the falling horse or in the saving, it is not so much that it cannot move.

Besides, there's a problem in front of her that needs to be solved no matter what she puts in front of her. Rest, etc. can't even make you overhead, of course.

- Difficult means stuck, cathedral or crest, which hand to choose.

A giant archdiocese was defeated by the sword of the crest and forced to retreat.

The fact of the matter is that Philos-Trait, of course, upset all the city citizens of Philos. A giant who should not otherwise be swayed is retreated to the back, albeit only one step in the hand of a human being. Something like that, something that couldn't have happened.

As a result, one choice arises in the autonomous city of Philos. Indicate your deference to the crest teachings, or do you grant them only to the archdiocese? That makes what a harsh choice for Philos.

In any case, the winner of the meeting is the crest teachings, which means that the Sanio Plains themselves have been incorporated into the crest teachings. So the Sanio Plains is the throat of the autonomous city of Philos. In other words, the city today is synonymous with being bladed by the crest teachings.

If you take the hand of the Catholic Church, you will probably attack and destroy the city not far from the crest. On the other hand, if you take the hand of the crest, you will eventually be drank down by the Archdiocese with the crest. Either way, it must be a dark future.

Whatever it is, within a short distance, you should receive a written letter from the crest religion. Whatever the text may be, Phyllos-Treit already understands its intentions. Whether to cooperate with the crest teachings and open the city gates, or give them to the Catholic Church and coffin the city, or ask about it.

Philose-Trait was accidentally small as he ran his pen, leaking his exhale. Whatever I chose, I thought so, not to mention that everything would fit in circles.

There is no doubt that the Civil Assembly Hall will be disputing to itself with Roseau as the head, and besides, there are already stories of things starting to fan amongst citizens. The speed of that action, be it cathedral or crest, I guess insiders are getting into it.

Honestly, no one knows what's right or wrong anymore. In the first place, it was impossible for the crest religion to cause the cathedral to bleed. Common sense and other things no longer work than that impossible thing happened. Everything to determine whether it was right or not was shattered and scattered.

So there's only one thing I can say clearly. Whatever path you choose, you will be resented and scorned by the people again.

Phyllos-Treit narrowed his eyes and gently bit his lips. I found out that something scary stroked my skin.

But, well, I don't mind. I have behaved that way until now, and it is true that I have sought to control my citizens through the power of the rulers and demonstrations. So, what do you think, etc., is now a story.

The important thing is to retain only the autonomy of the city wherever it is granted. I know it's high hopes now, but I can't just give it away.

Once upon a time he put his brothers and sisters, and his step-parents, in this hand. That's when I swore.

Be sure to develop this city more than just a foolish image of being spoiled by the status of lord. Always trying to make our citizens happy.

To that end, I have done everything I could. So, let's do our best to show it now. And for that reason, there's no way we're going backwards in a place like this.

Philose-Trait's earlobes are struck by the clerk's blunt voice. It was a voice that told me that the letter had been received from the crest religion.

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In front of the Great Gate of Galuamaria, there was a flock of mercenaries. As for the number, there are hundreds of precisions. But every one of them lit a light in his eyes, and followed two shadows as if he were a controlled soldier.

One of the shadows shakes.

"Nothing. I don't even think you need to go, Vez."

That voice, which had come to pass for a long time, probably thanks to the loss of throat dryness caused by alcohol, poked the back of Vestalinu's ear. In response to that voice, Vestalinu smiles lightly on his cheek. The wind stroking my cheeks was strange and tender.

"Even if you don't have to, there's a reason, sister. Virgin Mattia, the crest religion has saved my life. Besides, I want to give the mercenaries in Belfein a job."

One of the shadows leading the mercenary was her, so called the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu. On her right shoulder, a painful large scar is hidden. Torn in Kalia-Birdnick in the disturbance of Belfein, he kept his flesh together while leaving traces. It will be due to the dedication of the healer and the vitality of Vestalinu.

Neither does that scar let any shadow lurk in her glory. Wearing iron and steel armor again and bravely gripping the battle axe, its appearance was no different from that of Princess Iron and Steel in Belfein when she was so revered.

A bunch of mercenaries accidentally breathe in the way that certain species, even majesty, make them feel like what's around them. The emotions that live there must not be due to fright or fear, but rather a mixture of respect and worship.

Only another shadow leaked a deep sigh into its appearance. Bruder-Guerla, whom Vestalinu made his sister and received the name of his father.

She pointed her lips at Vestalinu's words, but she did not rebel. Bite tobacco is shaking in its mouth. The brown hair that used to be wrapped up in the hat was now pushed outside the hat and stroked by the wind.

Her plan was that if the wounds of her sister, Vestalinu, had healed, she would have lived a life that was also caged in the countryside, unrelated to battles, etc. But it seems that Vestalinu's intentions were the opposite.

Now that the former lord Mordow-Gorne has fallen, the mercenary city of Berfein is governed by crests. The truth is that although the original governing power is now in the hands of Vestalinu after Mordo-Gorn's death, it hardly makes sense.

But there is one thing that the crest religion could not manage within the governance management.

Those are the mercenaries who were once led by Vestalinu. They could not have been so easily incorporated under the umbrella of the crest that they had even pulled a thousand Mordow-Gorne reins. But the end of a mercenary against a ruler is known. You'll have some scratches on the crest teachings, but that'll end it all.

Vestalinu said it was only if he were to be that he would not be abandoned the mercenaries who followed him to the end. For that reason, he led the mercenaries and now he's under the umbrella of the crest.

Bruder thinks so, disciplined. The same goes for mercenaries, but it also means giving them crest teachings.

Indeed, I am grateful to the Seal Virgin for saving the life of Vestalinu. But that's what my employer told me that knights who hurt Vestalinu in the first place are now crest teachings.

Then saving lives is no reason to put your shoulders in the crest religion.

Instead, declare to him that he will give it to the Catholic Church, and there will be as many human beings who will gladly bear it up. Well, it must also be someone's puppet in that case.

- No, but does that make you hostile to your employer?

Bruder narrows his eyes as he pinches the tobacco with his finger.

Employer Rugis, no, now I'm not even a separate employer, but I don't know what else to call it, so Bruder called it that. Anyway, isn't it embarrassing to call his name as it is?

I honestly don't have any good feelings for the Catholic Church or anything, but I'm sure it's still a big force. Choosing the shoulder of a strong man is a natural choice if you are going to ride.

Then why did you think about not being hostile to your employer? There would be no point in such an emotion. Bruder twisted his expression into an unwrapped thought, once again placing the smoke along his lips.

Make sure Vestalinu urges the silent bluder to say the word, say it.

"Besides, I guess there are some sister thinkers in crest teaching. I'd like to see your face again."

Bruder's tobacco dropped off his lips.

What are you talking about, that? I don't remember hearing a word of it. Bruder rounds his eyes as he leaves his lips pompous open to his sister's words. Look at that. Vestalinu said, leaking a bitter laugh.

"Look, I've been talking to you a lot."

A few moments after hearing the words, Bruder finally regained his thought and wet his lips.

"That's what employers are for. Bye. That's what I told you about going to the country with me."

Sure, if you cut only that part off, you can take it like a word for a thinker, but it's not like that either.

I just thought it would be more fun if I just had a little bit of that. It doesn't mean anything more. It should be.

Vestallinu heard Bruder's words and nodded small, grinning sharply on his cheeks. It was like carving some bottomless emotion into my chest, such a grin.