A Wish to Grab Happiness

- I'm going to see how Philos is. What, a souvenir substitute for an employer.

Bruder frowned at the self-loathing stain as he blended himself into the back streets of the city Philos wondering how he had said such a thing.

Is it because of the pity of not being able to jump into the crisis of my employer? Or is it because you want to favor later negotiations as a mercenary? Bruder bent his fingers firmly as he held a long needle on hand.

No, you're not. I just ran away. Bruder understood, though fragmented, the identity of the intricately intertwined emotions diving into him.

I mean, I just didn't want to face my employer, Rugis. So I couldn't even get in there to help like Vestalinu, and then I escaped into the city of Philos, avoiding face-to-face. Forced to reason that reconnaissance and others in particular.

The reason I don't want to see you face to face is simple.

I didn't like being seen as a cheap woman, and most importantly, I could hardly help my employer because of the disturbance in Belfein. He was hired, but rather helped many times to live up to his expectations. Make it reconciliation with Vestalinu, make it revenge on Mordeau, everything is equal to what was done in his hands.

Oh, I suppose so. I have been helped many times by my employer, but I have not been able to return one.

Can you say without embarrassment that you want me to hire you again without any souvenirs? My sister Vestalinu is good. There is only the power of control to lead the mercenaries of Belfein and the force that has made them say Princess Iron and Steel.

But how about yourself? Does it only possess a degree of throwing that extends to Vestalinu? So, I'm talking about what if. What if my employer turned a cold eye on me while welcoming Vestalinu? If they treat me like a Vestalinu extra.

I don't know what to do anymore. I'm sure I won't be able to hang every word on my employer.

Pity. There's more to it than that. It would also be making Vestalinu worry senseless. I went inside Philos without explaining anything.

When the night darkness began to cover the sky, Bruder finally began to stretch his hands and legs. The hat you always wear is also too unsuitable for reconnaissance on boulders. All today, long brown hair was wrapped in one and left drifting hollow.

The security system in the city of Philos was much more than dodgy, even though during the day he said he had made a clear distinction from creed teaching. The number of guards around seems to be what we have, but we're just walking around fluffy without much attention. With this level of security, Bruder can move around twelve minutes.

Bruder blinks a few degrees before letting his legs run and fly from the shadows on the corner to the shadows. When I was a mercenary on my own, I did similar things many times. It's easy to do this. Besides, unlike then, I don't see how my breath runs out. Did you do your job by eliminating the habit of drinking rough?

Whatever it is, I've come here through my own endeavors. Bruder wet his lips when he could not go home until he had useful information. If possible, it would be best if you could take it home with you, even in the neck of the enemy's central figure.

- Sure, Roseau and that's what my employer called it.

Keep your eyes narrowed and the long needle firmly gripped at hand, ringing your wrist.

Needle shooting is inherently a technique for assassination. Then let's go back to where we started. In the first place, he didn't deserve to make the battle a business of mercenaries.

Here, let's admit it. Let your employer understand that it makes sense to put aside that you are worth hiring.

Why don't you let me die for that?

The canine teeth that seemed to Bruder's mouth were strangely sharp and pointy and brilliant.

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A ruler's chair, placed at the back of the office. I don't know what time it's been in use, but the decorations, arguably Huawei, and the thick cushions are attached to the chairs.

Roseau was looking up with his eyes closed as he sat back on it, which should have Philose-Trait sitting on. It's not something more comfortable to sit on than I thought, I snarl my nose. I'm sure Philose-Trait must have thought the same thing. No, it's about her, so maybe she didn't even care about the comfort of the chair from the beginning.

"Dear Roseau, may I?"

The clerk reluctantly spoke to Roseau, who also seemed to be taking a break. Roseau just gently pulls his jaw back without much response and listens.

The contents were simple. In hostility to the crest religion, there are not enough soldiers, not enough food, not enough manpower. Without the aid of the Catholic Church, it would not be that long, I said.

"Dear Roseau, when will you support me from the priest?"

Trying to block the clerk's words, Roseau opened his mouth. That's what the clerk said when he wasn't very interested in what he said.

"It takes a while. Until then, do whatever it takes to endure. Okay."

Pale, that's all I tell you. I went on to say words to the clerk with a bewildered look on his face, trying to ring his throat.

"It's easy. If you don't have enough soldiers, let the old man and the children have spears. If you don't have enough food, gather it from nearby villages. Same manpower."

With a grin on his cheek, Roseau says. The clerk opens his eyes for a moment and leaks his words at the same time. If we do that, the surrounding villages will not be able to survive the cold, death and snow times. Old men and children, that many of them would die.

Roseau vomited words in her chest, saying it was clever and serious. That's why I said this.

"What's wrong with that? This is a battle in the name of God. Nothing should take precedence over that. At least you took the spear because you thought so."

Turning his tongue, Roseau holds his lips up to grin the clerk. I was delighted to see the clerk's face caught on. Thus, Roseau adds:

I guess that's why you sold Philose-Trait. [M] The clerk said nothing more. Funny thing. I guess I just told you the facts.

"Right. Later, Philos will have both adventurers. Use them and let them poke the nearby Nest of Warcraft. It's already snowing. With Warcraft, you should be able to buy some time."

Of course, there will be damage to the city of Philos as well. I don't care, it's the right thing to do. Tell that to the clerk and order him to work on it now. The clerk nodded and left the office without opening his mouth.

Poor thing, Roseau thought so. If you are placing Philose-Trait under house arrest in the VIP room, not in a dungeon or something, as you were supposed to do with your honor. As Largd-Ann said, there must have been a hand in turning himself in and reinstating Philose-Trait.

But they can't take that anymore.

There is no way that such a thing could be done with citizens who pushed their former rulers into underground jails and went on their own instead of missing out on the atrocities against her. They have no choice but to obey themselves. Roseau didn't think of it, and he was alone in the office where no one was anymore.

What you are doing is not an evil deed, but rather a good deed. When they citizens were right, they just moved things in the direction they thought they would. I'm just saying that the result is like this.

The woman who pierced the right thing had to jump into the fire herself, thinking she was right.

Not at all, everything is exactly what I wanted. Everything is unscrupulous. At any rate, I want both citizens to die at the end of the day after thinking that they weren't right, but I don't want them to have that many.

That's all I ever wanted. Even though I didn't have any shards such as correctness, I wanted to give them the end of the line that they deserved, along with the fools who were brazen that they were right. That's how I wanted to teach Philose-Trait, the girl I was in a hurry, that there is no such thing as salvation in this world, and that there are people who are helpless and incorrect.

That was the biggest possible revenge for Roseau for the city of Philos, which once trampled on itself.

What should no longer be done is done. Later, this city just rolls down the hill. Let him escape from the city in the midst of it, with the guidance of the Catholic Church.

But there were two or so of them in Roseau's chest.

One is that Phyllos-Treit, who was in a hurry and even had visions, did not attempt to acquit himself until the end. The other is about that brilliant resentment, Rugis.

I want to drag the girl who believed that she was right into the sludge. I want to jump my fierce enemies from the top of the stage. Roseau did have such a humane desire in her chest.

- I'm not right. Then let's do something that's not right. I will spit on all the joy of the world.

Roseau's eyes, they shake. There was some majestic noise in that ear, and I thought it rang.