A Wish to Grab Happiness

Outside the tent, the noise of the soldier's twitching covers. whenever the tone of the sari poked his ear, the way they proceeded as they stepped on the fallen leaves and vandalized, seemed visible.

The trees are old, deprived of their liveliness and expose their dead skin. How cold and pitiful the way it is. Sad times, again. For a while now, you won't see the blue trees.

- Looks like Rugis is home.

Hearing the surrounding soldiers make noise, the Virgin Mattia said in a heavy voice.

That voice sounds oddly, carefully-released. The fingertips I moved to get up from the chair were also somewhat solidified.

Mattia tells me if I should pick her up. The eyeballs sat face to face, as if to smash the words.

"I haven't finished the conversation yet, Virgin Mattia."

said Finn-Erdis, Queen of Gaza, lightly lifting her tidy hair tip. The tone was familiar to me, but I am telling you that the eyes that emit bright light do not want to talk easily.

Even if Mattia floats her hips lightly, Eldis doesn't even try to move her body through shards.

Now, it will not be possible to obstruct the words of the Allied kingdoms. Mattia took her seat again as she zeroed her exhale in her chest.

The air is so heavy that it seems that heavy chains have been intertwined that it covers the inside of the tent. The weight goes on the escort outside the tent, so much so that it is passed on to both the crest religion and the soldiers of Gaza. Everyone was letting these two talks swallow their spit.

The crest religion and the apex of the aerial garden Gaza, not only through their men and messengers, exchanges words between the two of them. Zero words from its lips are far heavier than the iron sword of a soldier.

Is it politics, or is it this battle?

"On this occasion, I don't think any more conclusions will show up."

Mattia's hard, pointy voice slams the tent. I told him I was done talking to him. But on the other hand, Erdis wets his lips when he still hasn't talked enough.

"I'm going to take it for granted."

Eldis prefaced that, then said. Her voice, which is spoken of, is not very much, but not as if she could afford it, and even sounds as if she is spitting out something bitter.

"- Of Gaza, no, my knight Rugis. I want him back, that's all."

That alone promises a lasting friendship between Gaza and the Crest. Mattia figured out that Eldis' blue eyes were wide open.

In the first place, it's like turning Rugis over would be a shattered relationship. Mattia let Eldis bite her back teeth off a few times so she wouldn't understand.

The queen of elves uses the word eternity. That becomes a much more weighty word than the king of man would say.

The species Elf is much closer to the demon than the original human race, and its lifespan is countless years.

Elves who say their human lives are fine and short. That's what they say about eternity refers to hundreds of years of time.

To be honest, that promise is insanely appealing to Mattia. Sometimes a nation called Gaza is one of the few allies for the crest religion, but more than anything else, it is a species called Elf that has a unique state.

The walled city of Galuamaria, the mercenary city of Belfein. With those giant cities and surrounding villages under their power, the crests are nothing more than idyllic people without a country. It's just one misfortune, and you could lose everything you've got. Still, the crest religion is such a fine thing.

However, if Gaza continues to have friendly allies, we can make a way for the crests in the unlikely event. A nation called Aerial Garden Gaza could be a temporary stopover for creed religion.

Such a sober intention touches Mattia's back of the brain. My lips are wet.

"Soon, in the cold - it's a time of death and snow. We can sing raw, the days of sunshine fall asleep. Then you won't be moving soldiers at all times."

That's why we should make that arrangement about which forces to incorporate Rugis before then, Eldis says, including her queen-like strength in her gaze.

Mattia's fingertips jump. Eldis' words are undoubtedly correct. Rugis now floats everywhere. He is the golden of the crest religion, his own hero, as well as the knight of the aerial garden Gaza.

It doesn't matter if this is how the creed and Gaza are now allied and overlapping their armies. The interaction between the soldiers will deepen, and the hedges of the race will diminish the presence of him.

However, this is not the case in cold weather or in the days of death and snow.

We need to leave the soldiers while maintaining our forces with Matthias and Eldis, just as the Archdiocese has taken up its army. Otherwise, we will now be buried in the snow and robbed of their lives. Warcraft damage and it should be more than ever.

Where is Rugis at that time? That was the main point of this meeting. Gallu Amalia, home of the crest religion? Or the air garden, Gaza? What kind of thing is he when it gets clogged? I can't leave it floating in the universe at all times.

We should settle this matter now, Eldis says. Her cheeks seem to have a soft grin, while her eyes and lips are stiff. It was as if I was forced to stick my expression on my face.

To the words of Eldis spoken, Mattia blinks a few times and works out her words.

If you think rationally, the answer is like a settled one. There should be no other answer. For a moment, I felt a pain in the corner of my chest wondering if that would be good, but I had no choice. Worship of knowledge and reason. That is the maximum nature of crest teaching. I already gave you the answer.

Then, after that, until you follow it. Mattia behaved like she was exhaling, she said.

"Fin-Erdis. I have no objection to what you say. We should, as soon as possible, exclude what will be a source of anxiety. If so, my answer is yes."

Let your eyes even light the madness of faith, Mattia says.

"As the Virgin of the Crest, let us be clear - our Golden Rugis is no different than being a hero of the Crest. Didn't I tell you that the conclusion other than this is not to show up?"

Faith and reason, and thus intelligence and emotion. With a voice packed with everything, Mattia echoed her voice inside the tent. Other than that, I told you there was no other way.

In the wake of that voice, Eldis makes her cheeks snap, delightfully. Binocular didn't laugh at one thing.

"Yes. Then I, too, as Finn, queen of the air garden Gaza, shall I say - Rugis is of Gaza, and that is how my knight is. Disrupting that position cannot be forever"

All the heavy pressure-like air that was caged in the tent transforms into heat. The air, which should have been dry, even began to carry a strange viscosity.

The twins burn, and a horrible flame appears. The two squares gradually strengthened their power without misting each other's heat.

Eldis' voice crawling through the earth pierces the tent. That voice, to give orders to the soldiers around you.

"Like calling the recorder Lyshaw. He wants me to bring you a record skin paper right now."

Mattia also said, to be in tune with it.

"Yeah, there's no lie or falsehood in every word. Make sure it's on the record."

The two voices are heavy and hard everywhere. But oddly enough, their cheeks had a glossy grin on them.