A Wish to Grab Happiness

Vestalinu-Guerla opens his mouth, honking the hooves of a military horse. What a fluent, educated tone. Not very much, but it doesn't look like a mercenary leader or anything like that. It's a big difference between me and her sister, Bruder. I grew up as Lord Berfein's son, Princess Iron and Steel, and I've just been called that.

"Respect me on the horseback because of the battlefield. I don't know, Berfein mercenaries aren't cheap shopping, but I can assure you they're not evil."

Vestalinu turns his clear eyes to me and says:

What a soft grin on that cheek. Once upon a time, this time, I thought that a person named her was a tough, so to speak, conceited person, but I can't really feel that kind of vibe from her right now. Is the settlement with Bruder affecting her in any way? Fine.

Naturally, there is only one answer. Wave your lips, try to lift your cheeks, and open your mouth.

"Whether we sell military horses or not, why don't we buy them? No, don't Bruder show his face"

I said it with open arms and listened like it was nothing. Blooder, I know, wasn't as big a man as he could have been pulling into a carriage in front of a battlefield.

Instead, he was a man who even dared to imitate like throwing his life away. Has that also been changed by a settlement with Vestalinu? Maybe it's a good change in a way, but something called loneliness shows the color.

Vestalinu makes my words jump at my fingertips for a moment. That's how I let the words come to mind, then I opened my lips.

"Apparently, you're tired on a long journey, and, uh - they're taking a break for a while"

Rest. That blooder. I honestly thought so, wondering if he was even drunk and hung over. Well, that's not a good way to go. That's it when it comes to being like him.

But whatever it is, it's no different than having a reliable escort. Again, he smiled at the Philosophy City Soldier, and looked to Roseau, who swung over the walls. Tilt your lips.

"Come on, the actor gave himself a leg. What do we do, Roseau? Retreat or come"

The answer to that question could be seen at a glance at the feet of both city soldiers. All of them have taken a step back to the hand axe unleashed by Vestalinu, the skull and brainstorm shards that were crushed as such. Then you can't do it anymore. That's the end of the battlefield if you step back.

Of course, there will be a retreat as a tactic. They have the means to back off to lure the opponent.

But if he fought the enemy's attack and fell back in fright and tears. I can't get out of front anymore. That's what humans are for.

The spirit is so shattered and scattered. Even if we could have stepped forward once now, something like resoluteness would have disappeared.

They can't fight anymore.

Roseau said, breathing in the air for a moment.

"... let's be good. If you run away, run away, you wicked bastards. This one has no pain whatsoever"

Whatever. It's a wonderful, spitting curse. Not visible in the long run, but those eyes must be brilliant enough to burn.

To Largd-Ann by the side, only move your eyes and do your gaze. I asked if it was okay at the end of the day.

Ann nods at my gaze, opening her mouth. The lip movement was strangely smooth. Perhaps he was practicing his words in his head, even though he was surrounded by soldiers.

"Lord Roseau. I would like to send a message to Dear Philose-Trait."

Everyone around them snorts at the words.

It is no longer obvious that Philose-Treit was in a position to be stoned by the citizens at the price of forming an alliance with the creed. Neither will the message even be delivered to Philose-Trait for nothing.

However, Ann made her cheeks jump just because she knew there was such a reaction. The side of it, strangely fever caged, seemed.

"This hostility by the citizens of Philos, the crest teachings, will be tolerated - if we hand over the neck of the mastermind Roseau, and again Master Philos-Trait will be ruler of the city of Philos. That's all you need to know."

With such a high voice that it echoes around the perimeter, Ann said. When I heard that, my voice seemed to leak without knowing it.

Right, speaking of which, yes. A girl named Anne serves as a sidekick to that Virgin Mattia. Then there is no way that its nature is always good. Rather, it would be more normal to be twisted.

I mean, Ann doesn't seem to be talking to Roseau. This is what I'm saying to all the citizens around me, all the people my voice can reach.

- Hand over Roseau's personality. That's how you restore Philose-Trait. That way, I'll save your life.

Bad nature. Instead of what you're doing, the way you do it. As usual, she has something to laugh at in her face, but apparently Ann didn't like how much she broke her own calculation.

Its swinging eyes seemed to contain what could be termed a passion.

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My intestines boil back and my brain marrow boils down to the heat of anger.

Largd-Ann remembered behind her gut so much that the water was about to be lost from her body. I don't even know if I can call it emotion or anything anymore. Just crazy enough, passion.

It is also anger towards Roseau, who has shown betrayal to himself, and self-blame for his impudence for failing to discern his stupidity.

If you have already waved away, I do not know that there are those who will take the initiative to wave away in a place where death is the only thing left to wait for.

No, I know there are people of that kind. Right beside me, I'm standing around wrapped in green military uniforms. So that's, well, good. But it was as if Roseau had no understanding that he was such a person.

Regret and humiliation, that tightens Ann's heart and won't let go. How could you not spot it, and how could you say no to a person with only a mouth? While holding the hand of the crest, I knew that I was becoming between the Catholic Churches, and I was not willing to miss that trend. But more importantly, I didn't know you were going against your palm here.

There is anger, regret and humiliation. However, the emotion that dominates Ann's brain marrow is another. That was bigger than anything else, filling Ann's thoughts. No longer enough to think otherwise.

It's a disgrace. There is no difference in shame. That walks around Ann's brain, crushing other emotions and thoughts.

He said that he, who is capable of negotiating matters, is betrayed by people and falls into distress. Besides,

- I can't believe you've been so humiliated in front of Lord Rugis.

Hot as a burnt cheek. If I lose my mind, my eyes are going to be moistened by the excess shame. A disgrace, a great disgrace.

A girl named Largud-Ann understands very well that she is a useless person in battlefield and martial arts fights, and is unwilling to stick with someone there, etc. But on the other hand, in the back, in post-processing, in bargaining matters, even to the Virgin Mattia was not willing to give way easily.

Because if he becomes without any protruding power, he will surely be out of his sight. That's what makes it just a civilian.

That's a no. I still haven't mastered him, but I can't accept him resolutely, such as staying swept up to the end and ending up defeated.

That's why you couldn't just commit a lapse in your own realm. Largud-Ann's tongue cramps like a paralyzed one, meshing so much that his teeth are likely to self-destruct.

The words were spit out of his mouth as a fever.

"Be sure to tell Dear Philose-Trait. It's just one heart, and it'll all work out, so you'll be delighted."

Ann felt her cheeks lead to distortions. The cold wind struck my body and I didn't want to keep my guts warm for a while.