A Wish to Grab Happiness

Its white eyes are likely to see through to the bottom of this side of the cerebral cord in the monocular glasses that give the impression of pushing people away. I blinked my eyelid a few times, staring at it.

My gaze sucks in, as if my mind had been fascinated. Its eyes that are white everywhere and even make it seem inorganic. Of course, I'm not staring at anything because its shade is unusual, or pointing a strange gaze at it.

The depths of my memory raised my voice wondering if I had seen it once. Once upon a time, that was only what I saw a few times, but I did see it.

The name is different, and the atmosphere is very different. But this kind of eye, it won't even meet a human with the same thing sooner. Leaning his lips, he stared at his expression and his work as if to reckon. I see some emotion plundering the edge of my chest.

They must have noticed the other side, too, because it was something they were staring straight at without going out of sight that way. The white-eyed owner, Philose-Trait, looked at me from the front, surprised by my gaze. White eyes pierce my skull.

At that stage, I realize. No, shit. What an impudent thing to do. Look seriously like this, if you took it to her, you must have thought she was turning a curious gaze. It's really, really unpleasant.

I'm sorry, I move my lips to answer that gaze while I put down a word of apology.

"Those right eyes were born, aren't they? If you don't want to answer, you don't have to."

That's what the holders of white eyes I once met said they were acquired by pointing to their own eyes. Even so, I was just staring at it from afar.

Hello. If the person I know and the girlfriend in front of me, Philose-Trait, are the same person, then the right eye must have been born again acquired. You want it, you don't want it.

Though I thought so and put the words that came up in my chest straight in my mouth.

Next, moment. The air freezes, just as the atmosphere itself is said to have damaged the mood. Phyllos-Treit's gaze, which stabbed him in the cheek, was enough to inflict pain directly on the nerves. That look had a grin while distorting my lips, but it's very hard to say I'm laughing from the bottom of my heart, that look.

Besides, Mattia and Ann's fine eyes pierce me from the side. Neither of us got the word out, but I know to take it from me that I guess I have something to say.

The other side, up to the two sides of Philose-Treit, no longer had eyes on the ground desperately trying to divert their gaze from this space.

I see, should I still say it, or should I take it for granted? Philose-Trait's white eyes didn't seem to be a topic to be touched on too much.

No, of course, I understood that it was not something that should be easily touched. Still, still. I wanted to check directly. Is she really the same person I know? It is well known that it is an obnoxious question.

You've got a gaze piercing all over my body. And yet, keep staring at Philose-Trait's face. She bent her lips to hesitate for a moment with those two eyebrows jumping up, then slowly leaked the word.

"Well, you know. I was in an accident a long time ago. That's when this eye lost most of its vision."

Did you even bother? The way he opens his mouth while letting his fingertips touch his monocular glasses.

It was something I had only seen in the long run once, but still, that figure did overlap with what was in my memory. The voice color, tone, and sound remain intact.

Oh, well. Again. I don't know how you could even change your name and have a girlfriend here in this city on the border, speaking from the Kingdom of Garrist. But for that, white eyes. Approximately, she's someone I know, and there's no mistake.

Yes, thoughts. I nodded lightly and returned the words.

"No, what, to someone I used to meet, you had the same eyes. It looked just like that, because it had good eyes, I thought it was the same person. Sorry."

Lift your hands up gently, offer your thanks, say. I don't want to hear anything more from you than that. Whatever, if Phyllos-Trait is her, then there shouldn't be anything that would spit falsehood. At least that's what I believe. Was it indeed Arueno who said that the public reputation was not good, but that its essence was not such as to easily divulge falsehoods?

Regardless, it would be a joke if they told me that Philose-Trait was completely separate from the people I know.

Hearing my words, Phyllos-Treit lifted his cheeks for a moment. And so his trembling lips make sure he chooses his words carefully, and says:

"No, never mind. However, I was surprised because no one touches on these eyes. The boulder is a large vessel, if you call it the Great Devil Vrilligant in the Garrison Kingdom."

Perhaps that was a return of interest to Philose-Trait. One tongue out, to that extent, in revenge for being stepped into one's own pocket. It's kind. I move my lips gently and choose the words.

Great Demon. There are many words to explain it. Rather, I can't talk enough.

But if you dare, the Great Demon itself. Something that is the primary cause of evil and reigns at the top of the warcraft, demons, and demons that spreads to this world.

Thus, the enemies of God, the enemies of mankind and what is so called.

And, although I told the great layers. Such noisy people long ago, that's the story of the Spirit walking wide through the earth and dying all in the mythical times when demons were overflowing.

The evil dragon Vrilligant, who is spoken of as the most modern great demon, also died when his heart was broken by the Catholic God. Well, I'm not so familiar with it either, but I think the legend said that it was definitely a piece of that great demon or something with a splash of blood that turned out to be a demon full of warcraft.

But even the demon warcraft, the inferior being of the Great Demon, is a sufficient threat to the race of man, but it is no more than an honor to be likened to any other being. It's enough to make me want to walk with my chest up. Ringing my throat, daring me to pick a light word and say it.

"It's an honor. Then I'll look forward to seeing what the Great Devil calls me next."

This would be the right word to give back.

If we take it too hard, the very negotiations that took place here will collapse. Light, just enough to take it as a joke in moderation. If it's light talk, it's my specialty. It's no big deal.

Me and that's how Phyllos-Treit stopped the words where they were with a strong, tight lip grin.

Whatever, she's a sweet person. They treat what can be considered my disrespect as a joke. That's why he threw a step-by-step word at this side as well.

I guess she's an adult too, more than in a ruling position, but still about the age she can call herself a girl. He has a grown-up look to it. In his eyes, too, he hid a certain darkness.

After me and Philose-Trait laughed at each other, there were signs that the space itself, which had been chilled out, was finally going to ice melt.

Philose-Trait's squires exhale the heavy air that would have stuck in their lungs, and Mattia beside them blinks a few times and stares at me. I know perfectly well that from a sharp gaze that seems to even create that heavy pressure, there will be a lot of things to say to me. I want you to give me a break. Isn't it good because it fits well in a way?

Plus with me, I'm just not stupid enough to utter those words to drowsiness. Word draws a few hands from its place: evil. I don't throw up dangerous words in vain with me.

But still. That's what I thought she should know about Philose-Trait. So, it was, it was right. Undisputed. She once drowned me, the very woman who drowned so many human heads.

With those white eyes, she smiled at the crowd and went from a doll to a poisonous snake, only to be adorned, her.

- Garrist kingdom, private child of the national lord Amerites-Garrist. Concubine princess.

There was a woman in front of me who held the real power of the Garrist kingdom after a catastrophe in the former world and left me wanting such notoriety as a poisoned woman or a demon wearing a woman's skin.