A Wish to Grab Happiness

"What do you say, Karia? Will you keep my back?"

Karia's lips moved small after receiving such a terribly embarrassing, very difficult word to say on the face. The look gives me a thin grin as if to identify me.

"- I understand. If that's what you want, this is your shield from now on, Rugis."

With that said, no, Kalia's silver eyes look straight at me.

Something about the cruelty or danger that was stuck in my eyes earlier seems to have disappeared somehow, but I don't know what to say. Now on the contrary, I had a really abusive fever, that's what I used to look at so often, like it's in my eyes, I feel.

I don't like it, I got a feeling. I have a very, very bad feeling about it. My little lips shake again in front of me. I blinked my eyelids gently.

"So, I guess that's not the end of it with one of those words, Rugis. Did you think you could roll me with one tongue?

Those words struck my ear, moments. There was a clear sense of force in Karia's fingers surrounding my cheeks. It's like you're about to squeeze my face.

You're lying, man. Something close to cold sweat licks my spine into the feeling of a pronounced death. I could hear my whole body nerves tightening rapidly.

"Look, Rugis. Don't keep me with the other women. I'm not so sweet as to confuse you with one word."

Karia keeps my whole body in the chair, sounding like she's going to say it carefully. As soon as I heard the words, my cheeks cracked, there were signs.

Well, apparently, not only did I step through Kalia's scales, but I even misread inside her breasts. I hear Karia's holding me, a colorful emotion named Obsession. It is now so densely lumped in that it is no longer comparable than it felt in the walled city of Gallu Amalia, that it no longer even shows its undisturbed blackness.

Has Kalia ever shown so much of what she once saw on her journey?

Your teeth are distorted, do not engage, and make funny noises. I ask myself what's going on.

Fear should be the right thing to remember for emotions that give even a glimpse of Kalia's fierceness. That's going to swallow people and even chew them up as they go.

Even so, my chest doesn't seem to be. Rather, the emotions that are going to flood out of your chest. Quite the opposite, something.

"... then what should I do? My shield, what do you want? Let's hear it."

With that said, Karia laughs as she ripples her lips off. A beautiful line was drawn on my cheek.

I think it would be rather beautiful if you were just laughing at me like you are now. What a terrible, abusive will behind that expression, so this woman is horrible.

Perhaps what Kalia is asking for is a contract with an earlier word engraved on it or something that will remain in a clear form. Anyway, I seem to have lost all credibility from Kalia. It's sad.

Well, but that would be good. I'll do it lightly enough to run a pen on parchment. So, if Kalia is going to be satisfied.

The moment I thought of it that way, with a small grin on my shoulder, just like Karia.

In my mouth, something came in. Something thin and soft forces me to push my lips and teeth through and straight through the back of my throat.

My vision has dashed. There are signs of something refluxing from your throat.

What, what's going on? Even if the body rebels against the stimulus and tries to shake it, it won't be easy to move while being held down by Kalia.

He manages to open his eyes and looks at the front as he leaks a whimper in his lap. I saw the identity of what had been pushed into my mouth.

Karia's white, fingers. Karia fingers my tongue and throat as she puts the color of abuse in her eyes. The mouth is covered with an iron-like smell and taste. That's indisputable, the taste of blood.

"Drink, Rugis. Blood coincidence is an old way of making promises, but it's an easy contract to understand. If you're going to keep your word, the problem is no."

Drink or nothing, is it my fault that I'm being forced to pour blood down my throat right now?

Blood drips from the wound that spread in Kalia's palm, and that forces me into my mouth, and into my throat. As much as I didn't like the taste of iron, it spread over my tongue.

Blood coincidence. It must have been a ritual used between upper-class houses in ancient times.

A time when kingdoms were still fragile and all the upper classes of humans were snakes and poisons. Finding someone you can trust in those days is like finding a boat in the ocean, just one leaf in the woods.

But even then, there exists a situation where you have to put your hands together with someone and keep your back. Upper-class, aristocratic humans used it for such folds is a covenant ritual called blood coincidence.

Nobility and the human being so called weigh pride and blood above all else. The detention is probably unimaginable to me, the common man. Everywhere they lost controversy from their own blood and sought the purity of their veins to the point where they seemed insane.

I think so, because they weigh such pride and blood above all else, a covenant was formed called this blood union. A contract is made to give blood to each other, and through their own throats. In doing so, they became blood allies who were no longer blood alike, even close to relatives.

Honestly, I don't know how useful that contract was, but it must still be true that it was even a carefully handled ritual among the nobles. There are many aristocrats who are still deepening their exchanges simply because they were once blood allies.

It's just, of course, not like being forced to stick their hands in each other's mouths when the ritual is actually performed, but to shed a drop of blood in each other's wine, or something like that.

After all, this woman named Karia has one or two, no, about ten, head hoops off.

Karia was satisfied when she heard me honking her throat many times, and she pulled her finger out as she did, whispering in her ear, Don't move. I just close my eyelids saying there's no point in resistance anymore, weighing myself in the chair, and quietly leaking my exhale. For whatever reason, I could imagine what would happen next.

As I imagined, the next moment I had a slight pain running down my cheek. A sharp, paralyzing stimulus that the blade visits as it rips through the flesh. Blood slowly licks my cheeks.

Now a strange sensation touched my cheek, difficult to say. Bite your teeth.

I wonder what to say. If you say it's warm, it is, and it's ticklish. Just that strange feeling and Karia's breath touching her ears, her spit accidentally went through her throat.

"Okay, Rugis. When you left your back with me, you said so, and I received the word. This is a pact between my lords."

In his ear, Kalia whispers. Blood dripping down his cheeks was licked by Kalia's tongue. The whispered voice and its senses give rise to an unknown spine.

"If in the future you break your contract and disappear somewhere on your own, just like before - I will find you no matter where the earth ends, and I will never let you walk again alone."

After a while, Kalia's exhale softly and away from her cheek. There were indications that the weight had disappeared from the body and that the limbs had finally been released. The blood that was dripping from his cheeks is already pushing him away completely.

When the lid opens, Kalia stares at this side without ever getting tired of it. But the expression is a lot softer than when you came into the tent.

A small lip opens in front of me.

"- Rugis. I am your shield, never let go. If you let go, you'll eat and kill your husband."

Karia joked and said so. The silver eyes that are about to be inhaled look at this one with pleasure. Leaks a small exhale and opens his mouth.

You're a woman who really doesn't change anything, essentially, this guy.

"- You want me to be very careful not to be distracted, Karia."

I said that with a deliberate grin to match Kalia.