A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Whoever scorns and insults me, I'll kill them all with regret.

When was the first time I thought of such an idea? I can't remember Philose-Trait very well.

It could have been when my brother-in-law stared at me with greedy eyes, and I feel like it was when I stepped into the Treit family.

No, maybe that's what he thought when he was intentional, even without words.

What lies deep in Philose-Trait's memory, all of which are eyes. Eyes that don't stare at this side. If you ask me that, I've always been exposed to some kind of eye.

Strange eyes, insulting eyes, eyes of good color. Phyllos-Treit remembers all of this as if he were discerning himself.

Yes, because those eyes staring at themselves were all lurking in an insulting, bewildering color. One day they'll turn it on themselves. That's what I hate.

So I made up my mind. We need to show ourselves to no one or make them insult us. If there's such a thing, I'll strangle him with this hand. I swore to my heart.

Then, Phyllos-Treit asks himself, remembering the pain of being paralyzed on his cheek.

I wonder how we should deal with these citizens who are looking down on themselves right now. Can I strangle a beloved citizen?

- Ga, n.

What I felt was shock. The next dull sound was in the back of my skull, and it rang. The sound can be heard in the ear, and the lightning in front of the eyes blinks as if it had fallen. When those phenomena began to tame the body, a guy called Pain finally burned Philose-Trait's spine strongly.

Duh, bite your back teeth. The lid was closed, the body stiffened and ready for pain. Probably hit with an iron stick or something. He complains about the feeling of the meat on his back being shredded off.

The feeling is too painful. I can't get it done with a single word about pain or anything. I could finally stand it as I shrunk my body and zeroed my whimpers, that's how it was.

"- Huh!"

I can see that some kind of voice was called. It was a terribly dirty word. I don't know the face of this citizen, but I guess they know themselves well. As I cursed, I heard myself complaining about my illness.

Again, the stick sounds like a wind cut. Phyllos-Trait prepared for impact as he stretched his whole body muscles.

Now they hit me in the thigh. Really, I can see that there was some force in it that I wouldn't mind breaking. Legs jump as if something called sensation had been lost, meat is hot everywhere.

Intolerable pain, reason is about to be bounced off. Unexpectedly, I'm going to hate this citizen.

But you can't do that. Impossible.

Eat your teeth off. It seemed to Philos-Treit that his jaw would clamp. I am the ruler. He is the ruler of Philos. There must be no hatred of the citizen, nor any outrage upon him. Didn't you decide that you love your citizens more than anyone else and make this city thrive more than anyone else?

So there must be no such thing as hating the citizens, whether they are struck with iron, bruised or laughed at, or trampled.

I guess I naturally don't know, such as in Philose-Trait's chest. The man who wore the stick shook down the murder weapon, saying:

"Die with regret, the enemies of the citizens!

Iron strikes the girl's body again. A slight cantera of lights stroked her cheek in the dungeon, where the moonlight did not even enter.

I can no longer see anything. Only the darkness, which does not even shine, covers the sight of Phyllos-Treit.

Something broke through the hollow, I heard it. After a few moments, that painful shock will strike you again. I stiffened my body and got up. It was reflected at the edge of my vision that the darkness swayed slightly.

- It wasn't the sound of a beating, but the sound of sticking to my ears tearing meat, sounded like a dungeon.

The pain never came when I stood. Strange. After hearing the noise, the pain was bound to come.

Now, do you intend to strike yourself at the moment when you are slightly powerless, and smite your temper? I think so, and Phyllos-Treit opens his eyes with his body stiff. As always, except for the small amount of lights that Cantera illuminates, the night itself. It seems that the surroundings were painted black rather than dark anymore.

A voice echoed from where it was. One is groaning, the other,

"Dirty, don't tell me that."

I heard it somewhere, voice. It's like throwing at a rampage, that.

"Whatever. I'm not like a good person. No one would point to the mud and purposefully say dirty."

I heard a crackle and something of mass collapsing. Vision remains poor, just the darkness is spreading in front of you. I just saw something there that looked like eyes. Eyes as sharp as a pointed blade, with swordswallowing colors.

There was only one person in Philose-Trait's memory with those eyes. Slowly open your lips, remembering the feeling of a blood build-up in the back of your throat. The act was felt for the first time in a long time. What came out of my throat became a long blurred voice, but they managed to put it into words.

"... what are you doing here?"

I didn't ask him how he got here or why he found out he was being captured. Because those are just the best things for Philose-Trait.

It was just strange how people like him came to this place.

He, the evil Rugis, said as he let the fire of Cantera intensify. I can see the sword swallowing eyes narrowing slightly.

"What, if your allies are locked up, I'll unlock them first. You don't have to feel it's benevolent. It's all about stuff."

Ringing his neck, Rugis said, as if it were nothing. Unexpectedly, Phyllos-Treit blinks his lid at what is so light. The pain ran like I felt a paralysis in my spine.

of things, then. Did he say that now?

I mean, is that what you're saying that this man, although he has other main purposes, happened to be able to help himself, so he reached out and did it on a whim?

An unknowingly dry laugh seemed to float, and Phyllos-Treit distorted his expression. That alone brings up pain in my body. But I couldn't help laughing.

Oh, it's something I've been mocked for, too. Citizens to love and protect are scolded and struck with sticks, and reach out at random to hateful enemies. What a small, light-hearted being. If so, it is understandable that they will be insulted and seen. It's not funny.

Well, even if I could understand it, I couldn't possibly be very capable of accepting it. To the trembling voice, with just a few remaining powers, Phyllos-Treit said.

"... humbly I am the ruler of the city Philos, Philos-Trait. I will not imitate you as I receive mercy."

Phyllos-Treit continues his words as he crawls through his body, which gives rise to pain, and manages to raise his face. As if we were going to do a reproduction on the battlefield.

One cantera light, bigger.

"I am not going to live abandoned by the citizens, pitied by the enemies and exposed to such injustice - kill me here. I'm not on your side."

I said, staring and staring at my eyes floating in the dark. Light the girl's cheeks like cantera lights lick.