A Wish to Grab Happiness

Roseau showed himself by making heavy footsteps from the hall where the ruler lived, the Lordship Hall.

The expression on his face is almost non-existent. The only time he stuck a guy named Pleasure or Laughter on that face was in public. By behaving that way, it's easy to get people to trust you or like you, and on the contrary, that's the only gloomy look that touches people's minds. Roseau knew that very well.

In front of a large gate, the guard raised his right hand and took a salute arrangement towards Roseau. Roseau is a citizen's spokesperson. That's how the guards at the Lords' Palace and one of the citizens. For the guards, Roseau must be a respectable opponent.

Roseau put a carefree grin on his face, which until then had been faceless, waved gently at the guards, and then walked out of the gate with a grand foothold. It's as if you're the Lord here. There was no one to blame for watching how it went.

"How was the ruler, Master Roseau?"

A man following Roseau, like a secretary, waited in front of the gate. That's how I give Roseau my big eyed coat and squeal in a quiet voice. It was the true opposite of Roseau's exalted voice everywhere.

Roseau crooks his lips, says.

"As expected, of course."

Roseau said as he floated behind his brain the figure of Philose-Trait in the office. Yes, as expected. You can take it for granted.

Because she's the one who walks the right path at all times.

Same goes for the Sanio match. In order for Philos, who is only an autonomous city, to survive, it is only natural that he should remain at the feet of the mighty Catholic Church. She must have the right choice, both as a ruler and as a human being, including where she used her own personal forces to show that attitude.

So if I were to say the opposite, I groaned in the back of my chest that neither myself nor the vast majority of the citizens opposed her actions, I'm sure, were right. Must be. Anyway, I don't think that I'm leading the citizen, and I don't think it's right to point to myself. The citizens may argue that they are the right ones.

Yes, I'm not right. Much of what we are blowing into citizens in the House of Peoples is nothing but empty speech, and we continue to hunt down Philose-Trait with money from the Catholic Church and from the crest religion. They keep pushing her to the right end of the cliff.

So I'm sure that's not the right thing to do. Believe it or not, Roseau continued to follow that unjust path.

Next to Roseau, the secretary distorts his face greatly and opens his lips.

"It's lamentable. I don't know what that means. After all, those white eyes won't wake up until the end of the day."

It was a terrible, angry tone. Roseau's lips harden slightly. The recent cliché of the citizens of Philos was this.

- The ruler Philose-Trait does not wake up to the end. He doesn't know what's right.

Everyone and he spoke the words that were blown in in the Civil Society with a knowledgeable face. Every time he hears the words, Roseau feels like his flank is about to collapse.

A man named God gave himself no money, no identity, no blood muscle, no power. Only one thing, except for the talent of making people's breasts noise and lodging black in their eyes, nothing.

Roseau knows that's all he has. That's all men are given the status of citizens' advocates, etc. in the National Convention Hall, with the support and admiration of citizens. Whatever, it's not right.

Roseau jumped up his moustache slightly, he said.

"As I tell you, citizens. The days of deception are over."

But that's good. It's not right, it's good. Because I don't like the guy called correctness. Roseau opened her mouth wide and open again, staring straight into the secretary's eyes.

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Dressed in green military uniform, he frowns as he inserts his thin gloves. I gently moved my fingers and squeezed the air.

Only me and Virgin Mattia, and the Virgin's proximity, Largued-Ann, were breathing air in the Great Tent. When there are only three of us, it is something that is felt quite widely in this tent.

Nature and chest became heavy and exhaled. Turn your gaze to Ann and say.

"Do I really need to meet Philos' ruler, too? I think it would still be better if you let Sayamako stand."

I say with that meaning whether it's okay to swing a wager on your own tent or come wind in the field appropriately. If the opponent showed any willingness to compromise, he was going to break out of the tent where this air hardened early.

But Anne looks at me like she sees all my thoughts, and she says,

"Yes, Master Rugis. Don't let them go outside by mistake. If that happens, I may end up cutting Rugis-sama's preferences."

When I heard Ann's words, I put my slightly floating hips straight back into the chair. Her cheeks tingle unknowingly, showing her something like cramps.

No. Ann's guy is taking on the distribution of supplies in this battle. The word now is close to saying that if you make a casual move, you'll only be doing poor phase hard bread and dirty water tomorrow. Isn't that totally blackmail?

Same goes for booze, but lethal if they cut off the bite tobacco.

Anyway, the bite cigarettes I've been nostalgic about, the slaughter at the Sanio match, soaked me in blood. Neither do I, a boulder, want to chew tobacco that tastes like blood. When that happens, I'll have to ask this little ruler to bow his head already.

It was funny how I clapped my shoulders and solidified my expression, Ann gently throated and smiled beautifully.

Recently, I have had a lot of difficult faces in the morning and evening, so it was the first smile I've seen in a long time. Seeing only a nostalgic grin somewhere in it, I don't think of myself as a man who repeats his calculations in his head every day to make heavy goods, mainly food and weapons, go to the crest teaching army without a thousand times.

Did Mattia get that Ann grin, too? Stick a thin, even blushing grin on his face and open his mouth small. Just a little bit, my expectations sound in my chest, wondering if you could even take my side.

"Yeah. Virgin and hero. Because that's the negotiator we wanted over there. And, Rugis, as I've been saying since the other day, it's time for you to have a sense of being the tower of the crest."

And the sound stopped. I see. Apparently, there's no one on my side here.

Virgin Mattia, that's right, me. That's the other side. He was the negotiator sought by Philos-Trait, ruler of the autonomous city of Philos.

Drop your head, or use the city as a graveyard? Being stuck with those two choices, Phyllos-Treit chose to take the other hand. But he said he couldn't surrender to show his belly with his hands up.

Naturally, the city of Philos still has enough troops to fight this way. Whatever the various circumstances are inside and outside of it, that's true.

Neither can this one afford to take tough measures from start to finish anymore. In the Sanio tournament he suffered an indescribable wound and the crest limbs were fully hurt. To be honest, Philos, you want to refrain from making more sacrifices in vain to your opponent. Anyway, the Catholic Church is still aiming at this neck with extra power.

As a result of the meshing of those two conveniences, a negotiating forum was opened. This and both, the number of negotiators is the same. The place is in the great tent of the crest teachings.

Honestly, if you ask me if I can be of any use, I doubt it, but Virgin Mattia and the negotiator Anne are here. There's nothing wrong with that. It would be good enough to sleep next door.

I thought so and closed my eyes more than big on the chair. My brain couldn't stand the rough days here, and that's all I'm about to let go of my consciousness.

A few days later, as soon as I found out that the wound had healed, Mattia and Anne began to cradle into my skull with tactics, policies, affairs, etc.

Honestly, I want you to give me a break. In my brain and yours, the structure is different. Someone also said that people should be in the right place.

Thanks to those daily nightclubs, my body is the one full of life, but the guy named my brain is already exhausted and on the verge of falling.

Lids, heavy, heavy. That's how even consciousness is going to fall as it is. Take the next step and you'll travel to a comfortable world of dreams. Such, between dreams and reality, between.

- Rugis. What are you trying to do, do you?

The voice of Mattia, intertwined in the back of her ear, echoed in the tent.