A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Rugis is a hero of the crest religion and his own sword.

There was one certainty in Mattia's chest that unleashed words that could also be taken as a separation from Erdis. Mattia breathes in, keeping a direct look at Eldis' face.

Eldis' skull will still be dominated by anger, with its burning blue eyes. Her neat lips are still going to throw up fire. But no matter how much emotion lingers in her chest, she is the queen of Gaza.

Then there is no way that we can destroy our alliance with the crest religion here. Mattia glanced back at Erdis' blue-eye from the front, slightly shaking her eyes.

In the Sanio congregation, the elves of Gaza drew bows to the Archdiocese with the crest, whether in the form of alliances. With us, he set his sword on the Catholic God.

Then those Catholic people will never forget that resentment. Being as intolerant as possible is their greatest feature. Pagan, persecute interracial peoples, trample and eradicate interculturalism. By doing so, I've grown big.

The same goes for a Fae named Elf. From the Catholic Church more than from the former should not have been treated on a par with human beings. If it exchanges swords with the Catholic Church, it can no longer be tolerated. The Catholic Church will not stop persecution until it has enslaved a species called the Elves.

No longer did the aerial garden Gaza also become the enemy of the Catholic God. Then the creed religion and Gaza are nothing more than a pattern of destiny together.

Of course Eldis understands that. The fact that Gaza is not in such a long standing that it can now move away from the crest teachings, but rather is being questioned about its survival as a nation.

Mattia narrows her eyes and leaks her words to the recording officer, who makes her shoulders jump like a fright. The same was true of Erdis. Content declares which one Rugis belongs to, just that.

Of course, even though Gaza has no choice but to take the hand of the crest, it is not a good thing that discord arises with them. Temporary dissatisfaction ends if swallowed, but if it accumulates, at some point the debacle will always open its eyes. Therefore, Mattia thinks it will be necessary to make concessions whenever possible.

But it's different when it comes to the existence of Rugis. Mattia made an expression, like poking her high nose up.

No matter, it's not a ridiculous reason to be driven by your own emotions, the late, etc. Because Rugis is a sword like no other to the crest religion: a hero.

Heroes stir up the back of a person's chest, blow up the insomnia of the spirit, raze the runoff of blood tides, such a drama. The present crest teachings must have the medicine. People can't live as long as they dream of hope as shards. He's showing me that dreamy thing. Whether he wants it or not.

In addition to that, the presence of Karia-Birdnick and Fialert-la-Borgograd, who accompany him like his wings, is also a good stimulus to the soldiers. Losing Rugis is tantamount to letting go of their precious fighting power as well. Because those two, whether creed or Gaza, will follow beside him.

Mattia was a little jealous of it. You don't have a responsibility as a ruler, you can just act the way you want, they do. I never detested the role of the Virgin, but it still happened to Mattia to think about it from time to time.

Well, to that. He, Rugis, needs to take care of himself everywhere. If he doesn't, he just moves emotionally, with no intention. If you can't manage it, you're a man who can't reasonably live. How can you throw him out irresponsibly now? I behaved improbably as a Virgin.

With the intention and the charity of the Virgin, Mattia decided the words and the heart. I don't think we can turn Rugis over to Gaza.

Mattia, Virgin of the Crest Church, and Eldis, the female lord of the aerial garden Gaza. The tent is rough and shaky at the same time that both of those words fit into and cut off the record skin paper. Originally, Mattia or Eldis, a tent that should not open without either permission, opened her mouth wide.

When he wondered if the soldiers of the escort had seen his face from that gap, he told him with a faint voice as he dried his throat completely.

- It will be an urgent order from Master Ann. Involving Master Rugis.

The eyes of the Virgin and Queen flashed.

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The sun, which was rising high in heaven, slowly drops its figure into the end of the mountains, painting the sky in the cedar. The light had also reached the walls of the autonomous city of Philos. Soon, the night will fall.

Holding a spear on the walls, the watchman accidentally blinked his eyes at the brilliance of the moment when day and night switched. The beautiful sight made me feel so nervous that I thought my heart would break, I felt a little unraveled.

But the relaxation was also slight. Soon a frightened and pressing heart reaches out from the back of my stomach. Needless to say, the cause was the crest people.

Those barbarians, it was good until they returned to their positions in earnest. Perhaps it will strike this city of Philos again.

When I think about it, I have to stare at the watch more than anything else. Even so, there is usually very little to see, so I've never done anything like keep an eye on it.

"Hey, how's it going? Has the heretics come?"

I heard tired voices coming from the side. Though frightened for a moment, he quickly loses his strength from his shoulder when he realizes he is a colleague. It doesn't matter, just because we're two watchmen doesn't mean there's anything. It was much more comforting than being alone.

Nothing in particular. When I returned it, so did I. My colleague returned it.

"I'm gonna hate this. How did this happen? It's always been peaceful."

Nod and respond to the words of your colleagues. Absolutely, my own parents, that's how I hear from that parent's generation that the city of Philos was at peace. He said he hid himself from the battle and was never frightened and irritated.

How about that now? This is also frightening, and the heretics are given the clothes of fear. All over the city, babies can't stop crying.

"That is, of course, the fault of the treacherous Philos, that whore!

Like throwing up, the watch tells colleagues.

Yes, it's all the fault of that treacherous man. That woman foolishly joined the battle, and on top of that she suffered until her defeat. That's all there is to it, but he finally tied his hands to the crest demon to help himself.

Oh, my God, it's dirty. This is where the prostitute herself works. His white eyes must also appear. I'm sure all my positions and finances were earned by selling my body.

Says the watchman, revealing his displeasure and anger. It also seemed to argue that the cause of all dissatisfaction was in Philose-Trait.

My colleague agrees with it, grins indignantly, says.

"Well, then, let's do something good tonight."

That was a mocking grin. The watchman slipped his throat and snorted.

"Let's go see him cry again. This is a good deed against God."

The word "good deed" refers to hurting Philose-Trait into prank. The opponent is a treacherous man. No matter how many sticks you hit or how violent it is, it must all be good behavior.

Besides, Philose-Trait is an undisputed beauty. It is a kind of pleasure to remember that it does not extend to a whore who is deprived of his soul because of the treacherous, but nevertheless creates a painful earthworm swelling on his white skin.

She didn't return any words to curse, but moaned at the pain every time she punched that skin, and at the end of the day, she even leaked a cry.

That figure of Philose-Trait was the most entertaining thing for the Philosophy city soldiers today. I can shake as many people as I like who were never able to touch my hand or speak to me. I can't blame you for treating me like a beast. Anyway, they must be good deeds.

Yes, I tasted fear and fright today because of that whore. Then I have to flavor him the same thing. Shall I let you carry some hot iron on your back? I'm sure you'll give me a good cry.

With an indiscreet grin, the watch sees the sea sky. Something that doesn't run out of time soon, or that way, the fun is waiting for you.

The sun brings a strong light to the final blink and to the end of the mountains, disappearing. Finally, the time has come for the day and night to change. Thus, the sky even lost its remnants of brilliance.

- Moments, by the side, my colleague's neck, explodes. At the same time, I felt cold on my neck.

Reflectively his eyes were opened and the watch held his hand strongly. I found my body hardened and the sight in front of me wobbled badly.

What happened, and what is happening to me that way? I have no idea. Beyond agitation, the brain was causing total confusion.

That's where I heard my ears scraped off.

"Come on, don't speak up. If you don't want to break up with your familiar neck."

That's the voice I heard somewhere. That was also such a horrible voice, as I heard in front of the castle gate today.