A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Thank you very much for coming, crest teachings. I want to do my best to welcome you."

Cutting the word off, he stares at Roseau, who sounds high from above the Philos Castle Gate, loosening his eyes. The words coming out of Roseau were quite smooth.

I see, he's a man with a good tongue. The more you open your lips, the more words come up in your head, I guess that's what he's all about. The way you squeeze words around is truly proud and grand.

"... Lord Roseau. I'd like you to tell me what you think."

Larguedo-Ann opens his mouth to coincide with Roseau's story.

Perhaps on this occasion, it's a belly to waste a little time. If the clock needle advances your legs, this worst case scenario, which has stuck in the belly of the enemy, could still be better.

Anyway, in front of the gates of the city of Philos is the plain area, if you make a little noise, it is possible that someone in the crest will notice. Of course, that's very unlikely. You mean we have to stick to that now?

But staring at Anne like that, I was thinking something completely different.

"I have no intention, no idea. We are the great saints, and those are the crests. You won't be able to get along, even if you're stuck in the heart."

Responding to its descending and falling voice, the eyes of the city soldiers who fill their surroundings are transformed into something more ferocious. It was as if the voice of the rosary had been anointed with the thought.

After all, he's the head, the city troopers are the hands and feet. They just follow the words of others in their essential places. I'm practically not thinking about one thing in that head.

Really, it's easy to understand. My lips ripple.

"- A crest soldier, listen to me! Your fate is no longer exhausted. If you're held back by numbers, you're prepared to die with a lion."

Roseau apparently changed his target from Ann to a soldier. I guess the servant didn't originally think he could flex Anne, more of a fanatic of the Seal religion, but of the Virgin Mattia. Instead, the aim may have been the soldier on this side from the start.

"If you escape here, the only god will shoot you through the heart and punish you. Compare the number of archdeacon soldiers and crest soldiers. No matter how hard you wave your hands and feet, you will surely die."

spoken pale, but with definite force. At the edge of my vision, I saw the shoulder of the crest instructor jump.

It pokes at this side of the pain wonderfully. What Roseau told us is an indisputable fact.

Though once the forces of the Catholic Church were driven away, the crest is still only present to the extent that it disappears if paid for by hand for by the Catholic Church. Speaking of which, I'm wary of one of the Greater Episcopal snorts.

I'm sure that's something that not only Mattia and Anne, but the majority of the soldiers, understand. If we keep fighting right now, we can decay somewhere. He gets his neck snapped, his chest pierced, his belly ripped open and he dies.

Everyone kept fighting with the emotions that dwelt in their hearts, diligently distancing themselves from that fact. For example, for faith, for pride, or for family.

"What do you say, crest soldiers? The Archdiocesan priest is generous. You're not treacherous, you're just pagans. He's just a stranger to the Catholic Church."

Oh, is that still going to be the story? He exhaled depressingly and narrowed his eyes softly. Really, he's an easy man to understand.

"Weren't you just being bewitched by that demon, Rugis! Only, Lord Artius, the supreme God, will gladly welcome you - if only you could take that devil's neck with your hands!

Yes, say it. Roseau looks straight at me. Though I couldn't clearly read the look on the face of the guy sitting on the castle gate. Somehow, I could see that look.

You must have the same look on your face as I do now.

The soldiers let their eyes dwell in agitation and rattle their teeth. Some of the faces looked at me. I guess you figured out what that meant, Ann stepping toward me. It's like sheltering me.

Make it Anne. Make it Kalia, though I'm glad you showed me my danger. Is that too dangerous, the presence of me? I said, with a bitter smile on his face, to throw him into the hollow.

"You have a very good mouth. If the time were right, you could have become a royal poet. Then you're sad you're just a fraud."

I dare you, lightly, tell everyone to confuse me with their ears. I really can't stop my cheeks from loosening up. What a pleasure.

"Don't let that get you wrong. We are not puppets who think nothing of it. A willing warrior."

It's evil of people to crush a man named Kushimi.

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But with what look will employers welcome themselves? Bruder-Guerla, shaken in the carriage, had that in mind. A group of mercenaries tread on the streets laid with stone slabs as they honk their horseshoes.

I have communicated in a letter that I will rendezvous with the crest religion with Vestalinu, and I have received from Largdo-Ann, who was the focal point, the contents that I welcome. In the meantime, however, no name has emerged for the employer Rugis.

Will you be happy? Will I be surprised? Or is it another reaction? Hi, I can't read it.

Whatever it is, I was just telling him I'm going to be caged in the country, and it's just a little undecided to keep me face to face. Bruder turned his mind with a bite of tobacco on his lips wondering if there was any excuse to be in good shape somehow.

Because Vestalinu said he wanted to return the favor. This is true, but it sounds like you're pushing everything against your sister. Then what about because I was worried about my employer? No, I don't think that's a good idea either.

Bruder twists his lips, twisting his neck around his brain, and puts in an exploration to see if he has just the right words. Bruder wanted a reason why a man called himself couldn't help himself with his crest teachings.

Anyway, he was clearly hostile to that silver-haired swordsman in front of his employer. He even said he was pointing the needle. How can it easily take the hand of the crest religion?

I don't want my employer to think I'm just a cheap person at the mouth. So I want to tell you that I had a reason not to. Bruder put his two big hats back on and rolled the chewing cigarette over his lips. The sensation that spreads through the mouth is a slight bitterness.

This guy called Tobacco doesn't taste very good. How could an employer like this? Bruder howled his throat as he lifted his throat.

If you keep walking through your thoughts and a good idea doesn't come to mind, then yes, Bruder sighed, it fits.

At the same time as the carriage vibrates lightly, it stops. Even the sound of the horseshoe, which was ringing slightly, stopped.

What is it? I have heard that the position of the crest religion is near the autonomous city of Philos. Then there would have been a little distance.

Yes, thoughts. One voice echoed the ears of Bruder, who had only a little face from the front of the carriage. Apparently, some soldier and Vestalinu are exchanging words.

"This place is supposed to be the street where the previous king was hit. There's no reason for anyone to stop you."

The streets drawn inside and near the Kingdom of Garrist were built by the Architectural King earlier. That's why nobody does any imitations or anything like occupy there, or take anything like tolls. That's because the Architect King didn't allow it until the end of the day.

If you were a person living around the kingdom of Garrist, there would be no strangers. Where and for what purpose is it blocking the way? That's what I thought, my eyes narrowed, moments.

"Please, listen to me for a moment now. Now we, Philos, are trying to destroy the great enemy to the Catholic Church."

The words pierced the back of Bruder's ear.