A Wish to Grab Happiness

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

In that word of Virgin Mattia, my lid, heavily closed, opened and my eyes began to embrace the light again. That voice that struck my ear would have been the reason why it was so tangled in the back of my ear, my spine slightly, poppy.

Exhale white breath thinly and move your lips.

"... good sleepiness. I'm going to have a wonderful dream like golden silk."

Play a sporadically exhausted voice, say. No, the fact is, strange noises echoed in my head and I was complaining of exhaustion. I haven't had enough sleep.

Besides, I must have never had a chance to talk to a ruler like Philose-Trait.

The majority of policies will have already been decided by Mattia, and the details will be packed well by Largdo-Ann. I mean, my role is just in the chair, so there's nothing wrong with me closing my eyelids.

And I said, with my eyelids heavy on such things. There is also a leak in the extension. I weighed heavily on the hiccups by accident.

Listen to my words. Mattia opens her lips and speaks out with something like a thin grin.

"Rugis. A few days here, you must be asleep and awake at the time I say. Then that's as much sleep as the body needs. You don't need any more. The meal also makes me serve what I decide, so there shouldn't be anything drowsy about it. You will, Ann."

Take the word, Anne, yes, definitely succeed. Listen to that Mattia and Ann, and I'll put my inner cheek on for a moment. Sooo, I breathed air with my lips.

If you do your gaze at Mattia sitting beside you, she's putting a pale, then fascinating grin on her face. Did I say something strange?

I see, not very much, but after Mattia and Ann packed their knowledge yesterday, they forgot to sleep and so on and threw betting tags at each other with the soldiers, and so on. Let's just say it wasn't all there.

Quietly out of sight from Mattia, he looked for bite cigarettes from his nostalgia. Several of them have been thrown behind military uniforms. It's a very uncomfortable number. I'll have to take it from Ann again.

"Master Rugis. Speaking of which, this is an unplugged conversation."

I let chewing tobacco eat on my lips and managed to calm my mind with its unique smell, moments.

I start talking to Anne because she says it's really nothing. Ann's face facing this way, the corner of her mouth strangely connected, and there were signs that it was hitting like that.

Bad, I have a feeling. Very, very bad feeling. What's the matter, I dared to turn my voice back in a light manner.

"Looks like there were a few people who broke the law yesterday. Anything, how he had a liquor bottle and a cigarette of a kind he wasn't supposed to have. I don't know where it came from, but I'm pretty sure they broke the law, brought it in, or stole it."

Anne sounds like she's being mean and stabbing me with words like that. Is it my fault that the expression looked so pleasant?

That's the kind of thing you're not supposed to have. I did it directly. I told you not to find me. I stabbed so many nails. It seems that the outgoing and crest teachings are prone to such stories.

At this point, I knew roughly what the situation was. Maybe that's how Mattia sharpened her voice to the point where I was attacked by drowsiness for a little while.

"Speaking of which, Rugis - I thought your tent was strangely noisy last night, is it your fault?

I raised my hands and responded to Mattia's voice, which seemed to pierce even the core of the bone.

Give me a break, what kind of interrogation is this?

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"Okay, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I thought I needed a little play. Don't blame the soldiers. I did the booze and the cigarettes."

Mattia was going to have an unexpected deep grin on Rugis, who kept her hands up and stretched out her spine and grunted so. My heart palpitations are about to fall out of my throat, and even if I try to tighten them, my cheeks are going to loosen up.

Oh, my God, that's not nice. Seeing him apologize to himself, remembering to be full on his chest, etc.

A man by nature named Mattia is not the kind of man who trusts in his intellectual intelligence and allows imitations to slip away from that calculation. It was not of such a nature as to show something called sweetness to humans who behaved unsolicited.

But only this time, Mattia is not going to do anything to blame Rugis terribly. Anyway, I knew this was going to happen.

Naturally, I hear that Rugis has never been immersed in a life governed by laws, rules, or anything like that. Then it is natural to feel cramped and sometimes torn away with such things.

That's why Mattia doesn't feel too blamed, either.

Yes, if you tighten everything up from the beginning, it's human. Like Rugis said, we need some play. Everything, everything tightens from the beginning, etc., is close to madness. Mattia thinks it would be essentially necessary to see how things go and loosen them up moderately, too.

- But forgiveness is never the case.

There is a little force caged in Mattia's hand, and there is heat in her throat.

Whatever, even though I knew, Rugis was out of my control. Then you need to make sure you understand what that means.

Mattia says as she ripples her lips. Mattia desperately clamped her throat that she didn't think of it in her voice color and that other emotions were likely to mix.

"Then it's a good thing that no violation of the law has occurred. Yeah, except Rugis stepped on his promise to me."

In order to heal the wounds efficiently and to manage their physical condition, Mattia attached some promises to the routine of Rugis in such a name.

Wake up at Mattia's appointed time, sleep at the time she decides, and that's how she takes the meal she decides. If I tell you, that's just it.

That only reduces the likelihood of poison mixing and makes it easier to act as an army because it makes it easier to understand where you are. Then I included that as an unequivocal promise to make.

It's not as heavy as a military law, it's not a contract I left on parchment. So really, that's just a promise. So it's not like there's any punishment where you broke it.

However, Mattia understood that the word promise was few and effective in making Rugis feel guilty. Anyway, he seems to have some thoughtfulness in the words. Then why don't we take full advantage of it?

Human beings may break their promises somewhat. But Rugis says it was a promise, and just to say so, he admits it was his fault for breaking it. I'm never such a disgruntled person as I don't know such promises.

Mattia wonders what that would be.

Mattia felt the edge of her lips jump frighteningly when she heard her words and saw Rugis' expression, whose horrible rashes seemed to distract her from her gaze.

The more Rugis feels guilty, the more he will look down on his face. Is this good or is this bad? With that decision gradually, you won't be able to do it on your own. That's how you ask me every time, I wonder if this is a good idea.

Yeah, that's okay. In my management, I live hugged by me. I believe that's what leads to his happiness.

For that reason, let's even tell you what's right now. Time to wake up, time to sleep, even manage what you eat and put his body in the palm of your hand to show.

Still looking at Rugis with his hands up and his gaze wandering, Mattia says, unexpectedly tickling, zeroing a grin like it contained something.

"Let's hear the explanation later. Have you not forgotten that you dared assault without authorization on the battlefield?

Now, later on in his tent, I wonder what words Rugis will let me hear. Mattia couldn't help but look forward to it. There are a number of cases to be processed, but why not deduct as much time as possible for this purpose?

Time passes, even as we interact with each other without any other love. When the sunlight began to grow stronger, soldiers of the decree sounded loud in the tent.

- Lord Philos-Trait, the autonomous city of Philos, has arrived. Enough for you to prepare.

In the distance, the horse hissed, it was ringing.