A Wish to Grab Happiness

Silver light paints a half-circle inside the crest church position, brilliant. At the same time, the sound of iron and iron meshing sounded. That's not just like tapping, it's indisputable, the sound of an overlapping sword wielded with all its might.

Two swords join together and scatter a scarlet spark. The situation between the two was set in an instant, with one side of the sword easily bounced off. That's what's been going on and on since earlier.

Looking from the side. That's more like watching a stage sword trident than training, Fialert-la-Borgograd thought.

Not so long ago, the sword flashes of the silver long sword waver, Karia-Birdnick, are overwhelming and so beautiful. Even for fialerts with no shards such as sword mastery, that's all I understood well.

"- Next"

While there seems to be plenty of room for Karia to say so to the soldiers, the sweat is licking her white cheeks. Naturally. I've been waving my long sword because I've been doing that all morning. Even in this cold sky, sweating boulders, talented Kalia has no end in health.

But Kalia never tried to stop him. He keeps waving his long sword and doesn't try to put down a few strings. Fialert leaks an exclamation exhale as she bites the edge of her lips.

With all that swordsmanship talent, a man named Karia never fails to train. Moreover, the degree of training has rapidly increased its overcrowding by coming here. So much so that you can even say you're off track.

The reason is roughly predictable without asking. I'm sure it involves Rugis. Between her and Rugis, something must have happened. Therefore, Kalia builds up such a joke workout.

The fialert had its appearance both dazzling and at the same time teething.

Fialert and naturally never lacked daily magic training. Instead, for her to turn herself down as mediocre, the lack of effort means that someone leaves her alone.

Building up effort is the only thing that can be tolerated by ordinary people. That's why Fialert packs her knowledge so much that her head rubs off, forgets to sleep and immerses herself in the study of witchcraft. That was no longer so close to her routine as an effort. Sounds like a magician deserves it in a way.

So I have no shortcomings, no laziness. Yes. Fialert tries to make herself think of it. She grips her fingers many times, but when she sees that Karia, her chest tightens. The anxiety becomes unspeakable and fills the body.

I don't have the fantasy of a talented person not making an effort, etc., and I know that I would be rude to think of it that way. Their talent is sharpened because of the hard work hidden behind it.

- But when you see it, honestly, you're in a hurry.

Fialert practiced his magic at his fingertips, but let his gaze sway as he was fascinated by Kalia's sword moves.

And whoever is talented shall gain one hundred in one effort, where he shall gain one with a hundred endeavors. That's what it means to have talent.

I know it's an ugly thought, but I wanted the talented to be arrogant on their own power anyway. It would be nice if you didn't make an effort and stayed lazy and flinched back. If that were the case, hopes would arise that the talented would build up their efforts and eventually get their fingers delivered.

Karia is one of us. A human being we met through Rugis, but it's already been a long journey together and a while since we hit the crisis together. I don't know if I can call you that.

On the other hand, I find the growth of that fellow pleasant, what should I call this sentiment of frustration? The black eye of the fialert slightly darkened its color.

When I realized it, I was finishing the workout where Kalia kept going to the boulder. No, I guess I just went into a little rest. With a dry cloth, I feel strange wiping the sweat.

"Good day. Why did you start working out without a break?"

Sitting beside Kalia, Fialert says the book with one hand. I somehow knew the answer that would return, but still, I had to ask. Karia replied to Fialert's words, oh, then.

"That fool wouldn't have figured out what kind of predicament he would reach himself into. He's like a warcraft opponent, jumping his own body."

Look, I knew it. Fialert loosened her cheeks as she groaned so in her chest. My prediction that it must be about Rugis was brilliant.

But I see, I understand Kalia's words very well. I agree very much that it is not something that I have found out what kind of predicament he will reach out to.

"Then I hear Rugis headed to Philos, but I'm glad he didn't follow up on that"

Karia's obsession with Rugis is somewhere out of the hoop. To be honest, it's no exaggeration to say it's an anomaly. In that sense, it's not strange at all that I accompanied him on his way to Philos.

I'm not even supposed to be there. Just a little bit, just leaning my heart. Instead of giving him happiness, I want to be given happiness myself. I don't want to be abandoned myself, even if I don't abandon you. It's just simple, because it's just that emotion.

In a fialert inquiry, Karia waved her lips for a moment and said with a chewy face even the bitter one.

"I said I would accompany you. But you fool, tell me it's not such a mess."

So, reluctantly obeying, Karia spit out her lips pointy.

Seeing the side of it, I thought it was bad but the fialert slightly exhaled my breath. If I told you, it would give me a quiet laugh when I wondered if Kalia, who didn't listen to what people said, had followed Rugis's words.

A human being named Karia even looked as if she was a lonely cat left alone by her owner in a habit that was sometimes showing up like a lion. Often, it's something that makes you look human apart, so when you look like one, you feel a little relieved.

Fialert says as he nods to Kalia and responds.

"That said, we're just going to pick up supplies for our allied city opponents. You won't cause trouble until then, and neither will Rugis."

Karia elbowed at the words, saying so, feeling as if she were watching a hungry ghost shop. Honestly, I know how it feels.

Should a person named Rugis be referring to the sky pattern of the rainy season or the gunpowder bouncing around? I don't know what's going to happen anyway. Then he doesn't feel comfortable until he does what he deserves.

I'm sure he doesn't even know what kind of thoughts we're looking at Rugis doing, or shards. What a shame that is or should it be like him?

"But, well, maybe it's a little late. It won't take long."

Karia responds somewhere, rocking a sarcastic grin on her cheek.

"Maybe even a woman will bring you here again - a woman we don't know."

The look on Karia's face, who said so, did laugh, but her silver eyes, as if she hadn't laughed. Perhaps I had the same thing on my face.

It seemed to Fialert that the crest position was beginning to be slightly obsessed. Perhaps Rugis is back in line.

Well, then let's go see how it goes. Whether or not Karia's words are no longer poking its truth. That way, if that had been the truth.

- It's time to tell Rugis, maybe. To say I prefer hero colors, I say they are limiting.