A Wish to Grab Happiness

As such, there is no power in words.

I can't move things, I can't even change a thin sheet of skin in the world. Words are nothing but a line of sounds. But what happened? There is certainly a human being who is distracted by such a thing.

Did Fialert tell you that? That way, I won't allow you to run away now. Absolutely, that part is the same guy as it used to be.

Then I'll show you. Both of them city soldiers, waving spears in front of them, once grabbed their skulls by Roseau and his words. If it is, once and for all now, you can paint your thoughts from above. It's just that the enthusiasm that's instilled is something that's suppressed by the enthusiasm that's painted with malice.

"Artius and the Almighty God of Salvation are the faithful hearts that make you cry. Great, don't fall in love. But only in the cathedral would such a lie prevail, Roseau."

As if that were a historical fact, speak. With his shoulders flattered and his nose laughing. Just wondering if you don't even know that, beating down the opponent's best base.

That's the best way to trick people efficiently. Step forward. I even have a laugh on my cheek, I see.

The eyes of both Philos city soldiers can be seen stained with consternation rather than anger and contempt. They are people who have ever lived squatting inside a small city called Philos. I guess he was no longer around to discredit the only god, Altius. If so, we should stick it in there.

"It must be a good word for you not to be afraid of God, evil Rugis. I wouldn't say mercy, but why don't you at least know shame?"

Yes, Roseau says. The behavior is grand. Exactly what you deserve to serve God. Then what should I serve? Not that it's a crest god, then Virgin Mattia? Or Elves princess Eldis. Speaking of which, anyway, the part about what we serve remains vague.

But if you say it either by God or the devil, it's definitely better than the devil. I don't see how God would welcome me after death.

He nods gently and opens his mouth to Largd-Ann, who anxiously shakes his eyes beside him.

"I gave you back the words, Roseau. Shame on you. If Altius is all-powerful, how can I stay alive here now? If you defied the all-powerful God, you'd have to return to the earth."

I say it like I laugh at Roseau's words, and in a mouthful like I tell you the bright white facts.

What is important when deceiving people?

That means believing in the lie as well. No mouth, no tricks, no expression. I entrust everything to that lie. You can distort yourself with cod ideas. That's why people are deceived. So a person who is not fooled should just turn his back and run away, not a person who is fooled by people in the first place.

But now in front of us are the people who once were fooled and cut off. Roseau's lips are distorted, I thought I saw them.

"God is what gives people a test. In the midst of misery, it is he who deposits his faith who will be saved. You say what God has given us as a test."

Eat the spoken word. What is a trial, or whatever words they might like?

"- Do you really believe that, Roseau? In the teachings of the Catholic Church, the inherently treacherous would have an immediate heavenly punishment. That's how I was born to be a Catholic, but I'm still alive when I came to the crest."

Whatever, when I was a kid, I even took a trip to the Catholic church, I say, adding that. The human eye around him swayed at the word treacherous.

Come on, let's give it a shot. Let's grab your heart with a familiar, great evil word, rather than a distant word of God.

"There's no such thing as a trial. Look, Roseau, it's just that Altius couldn't kill me. I spit on the Catholic Church and said I stepped on its doctrine. Using the Archdiocesan army didn't even make me bleed."

The truth is, I bled out a lot on the battlefield. I don't mind this exaggeration. When it comes to telling people things, it's important to look good for a little bit. Humility and honesty are beauty points, but they are also drawbacks that sometimes crash a person's worth.

Keep your mouth open and turn your gaze from Roseau to the surrounding city soldiers. Just float while suppressing the appearance of distortion in your cheeks.

"So, who do you guys kill? Even the forces of the Catholic Church couldn't even kill me. I wonder how you can kill me."

Open your arms and say it as if you were welcoming a spear directed at me. You can't kill me, make sure you even tell Philos city soldiers, that's how you crest soldiers do it.

One more step, proceeded. Nothing to worry about, just to make it look that way. with a bare gesture without any hesitation or agitation.

The truth is, the heart is shaking as if it had been hit by heavy rain, and from the heel something cold crawls over, and to the spine a cold sweat licks. Naturally, this is just like crossing a thin line.

It's a comedy that ends if even just one city soldier gives it an ambition and waves a spear. In that case, everyone around me will probably jump on me so that I can float in the heat.

Yes, the problem is the fever, to say the least. The Philos City Soldiers are now turning their spears and trying to antagonize the crest religion because everyone and everyone else is floating in the heat that the Roseau guy emits.

Then I can get rid of it and replace it with something else. For example, fear or fear.

"... you're good at bullshit, you big bad guy. At your end, God will teach us. How disobedient people like you and Philose-Trait will die unharmed!

Slightly lurk your shoulder brow in its rough voice.

Well, I was also wondering if Philose-Treit had also succumbed to the pressure of the Civil Society and paid for the crest religion. Rather the other way around, have you been driven as a treacherous man by your alliance with us?

It's something that won't stay, really. In this world is the righteous sprinkled with mud, and falsehoods are dispelled. Because such a thing passes through grandeur, it is still not something that God believes in.

While distorting his lips, he looks at both city soldiers. I guess it would be nothing more than Philos-Trait trying to truly save you guys. Whatever, it's pathetic to be put on a lie about not having any luck.

I say Roseau's absurd voice so that he can jump, capturing one sound that makes his ears jump.

"- You said it. I did it with Roseau. Then, Altius, kill me here and show me. It is good to show your heart pierced with all-powerful power!

Turn upwards and utter your words toward heaven. How many voices were thrown into the hollow, and the weather was clear itself. There's not even any sign of roughness. Apparently, tonight, I feel like I could use a drink.

The sound of the carriage running was starting to sound in my ears. This is not what Philos City Soldiers sound like. The sound of carriages and military horse hooves. Much of the noise they interact with is determined by mercenaries and the market. I heard that they would rendezvous sooner or later, but it is something that you will do very well.

Then let's put on a little bit of a fit. I haven't met my best friend in a long time. I praise my shoulders and say with my chest stretched. If this was a mistake, it's not a disgrace.

"So, who was going to kill me, yeah"

I made sure to involve everything around me, and I said so. The sound of a horseshoe, right behind you, is imminent.