A Wish to Grab Happiness

Expose yourself to your left shoulder, where your grandfather decided, and carefully attach your fingers.

The moment I touched it was a slight paralysis and the heat that should be in the flesh. That's all my fingertips felt. The pain, of course, doesn't even feel the bloodstain.

Exhalation, which can also be chilled, echoes in the tent. Even so, I'm the only one who listens.

Richard-Permilis, the full-bodied blow my master wielded certainly tore the flesh off his shoulder and turned down the bones as well. This body certainly must have suffered the shock to the point of pain that could have shattered that soul.

I mean, how about that? It's not lacerations or anything on my left shoulder, it's only wounds that are filled with flesh and hardened blood. Only black blood makeup tells us that the wound is brand new.

In the tent, he rattles his teeth as he hips on his chair. My fingertips were desperate to find the chewing cigarette that should have stuck in my chest.

What the hell is this?

It's not even what I saw when I was on a journey that was full of such peculiarities, sorcery and alienation. It's not like physical healing by magic, and it's also different from spiritual protection. It eats meat and meat together, as if the body itself is even starting to bond.

No longer, I never talk about my body being sturdy or my wounds healing fast. As if, yes. I saw it in the mercenary city of Belfein, and it looks like I'm watching that meat monster, its regeneration. An emotion close to fear ran around in my lungs.

Momentum the removed bite cigarette onto your lips and raise your face. Only the thin, dirty fabric of the tent came into view.

What is it, is it something? A few inconclusive thoughts draw circles in the brain.

"I'm coming in, are you sure you don't want to say no?

I just kept extending my thoughts that didn't go down, and when my brain was about to emit a fever, such a voice pierced through the tent. It was easy to see who the Lord of the Voice was without seeing him. Anyway, there are not so many people who talk in such a magnificent way. Especially since there's only one person I know.

Covering his shoulder wounds with clothes, he swayed his lips without doing his gaze.

"Come on, can you do that scary thing? Maybe I can get a sword tip on my neck from where I said no."

I said that to tease him, with a dry grin on his cheek. Turn your face back to the front as you lift it up, and the beautiful silver thread that shakes the universe will appear in your sight.

Long swords that are not commensurate with the length of the back you are offering on your hips and those sharp silver eyes that would frighten all the humans you meet. Standing at the entrance to the tent, as I imagined, was Karia-Birdnick the man.

Even though Kalia said she was uncomfortable, she pointed her lips. I don't remember saying anything wrong. Seemed like an unacceptable word for Kalia.

I don't know about you, but I don't think you're mistaken for a beast or something.

Is it not? Oh, no, do you mean that you are complacent that you cannot fit into a beastly kind? What a bother.

Though those words came crawling up from the bottom of my heart, the tip of my long sword could really be pointed at the tip of my neck when I put this in my mouth on a boulder.

I take the liquor bottle on the table and say, shaking my head silently and small.

"I'm sorry you came, but this is the only way to drink. If you want a new drink, you can tell Anne it's convenient."

As such, he throws a bottle of liquor into Kalia, whose contents have diminished considerably.

It doesn't mean you came to my tent for a drink, but it would be rude for someone to visit and not serve a single bottle of booze. Of course, it's common sense among people from lower levels like me.

Karia blinked her eyelids like a flash, but still let her shapely lips turn into a liquor bottle, honking her throat. As always, I'm oddly good with alcohol. Even so, it was only naturally in this day and age that I was able to get Kalia to accompany me on booze.

Turn your gaze to Kalia, who sat on the chair without saying no with her small lips wet, to encourage her to do business. Karia said it wasn't a big deal, so she prefaced.

"It's about the city of Philos. Ann said you'd be getting a letter of reply soon."

At the same time as the words, a silver eye that seemed clear looked this way from the front.

What Kalia is saying is that the letter that he sent to Philos, the autonomous city, rather than the crest religion, could also be used as a blackmail.

I don't remember the details of the boulder, but I remember that, in general, it was about letting someone choose such things as honestly opening the gates and drooling their heads, or burning the city up as their own coffin.

I thought it was terrible, but in interpersonal bargaining, a gifted Ann picked words and wrote them down. Then I guess that's not where my shallow wisdom extends. I'm also somewhat confident in the choice of words to negotiate in the back alley.

When I nod and reply, Karia leaks her words so that she can bite them off word by word.

"I believe in Ann's ability, but it's what people do. God only knows which way to roll."

If Philos, the autonomous city, refused to accept the crest religion, Karia said so and went on to say the words.

"If that happens, Rugis - how are you going to use me? I want to know from your mouth."

How to use it. I rounded my eyes for a moment on that word released from Kalia and ripped my lips off.

To be honest, the feeling that I use Kalia like a handkerchief, which was even the object of visions, creates discomfort. I feel like I'm being forced into wearing gloves the size they don't fit.

In the first place, Karia would not be the kind of dwarf to serve someone because of her nature. I honestly don't remember hearing stories about her serving someone very hard, etc.

Is it true that Kalia is trying to comply with the duel in Belfein and its consequences? Whatever it is, it seems to be Kalia, who continues to hold onto herself everywhere.

For a few moments I got stuck in words and suppressed my own lips. Choose your words carefully and say as you put the cigarette in your hand.

"I don't know what to say, but I'm not going to use my swordsman for cheap. Naturally."

That's a word that leaked out of the bottom of my heart. A person named Karia is not the kind of person who is giving instructions under a person. Especially on a battlefield, a man who even deserves the status of master.

Everyone is fascinated by the way it looks and takes away their eyes, led by hope on its back. That is exactly the ruler of the battlefield itself.

Even in this battle, some soldiers heard words that worshipped and served Kalia. It's like being a war maiden or a beautiful princess on the battlefield. Probably a soldier wants to make those words to prevent spiritual upset, but I guess there's no choice in front of Kalia either.

Kalia is the undisputed hero of the class. Ever since I was, that hasn't changed. Though Kalia is biased in its nature, the talent she possesses is real. If it is, I know what it feels like for a soldier to have the same aspirations as I do. So with that in mind, I said:

"Whatever it is, I hope you move away from my hands. You're not who I think you are, Karia."

Yes, I said, moments.

- Ba, Lynn.

The sound of the liquor bottle crushing in a flash echoed vibrantly through the tent.