A Wish to Grab Happiness

Philos' ruler's seat. Bruder curled his eyes oddly as he peered through the window at Roseau sitting quietly there. Surprise or suspicion? How strange, is this happening?

- Roseau, who is supposed to be the leader of the enemy, there are no guard soldiers around him.

Roseau was just alone, keeping that self in the shaking lights without letting the clerk or guard serve him. It's like if you're going to get your hands on me, but I'm just asking you to get it out.

That's clear discomfort.

The hall of lords, rulers, is inherently the largest dwelling of its city, where the corresponding soldiers and squire greet the Lord in broad walks. Although I don't even know the circumstances of the city of Philos, it is unusual not to place one escort around the ruler nonetheless.

If I were to say anything more, not only around Roseau, but this ruler's hall itself was strange.

If it were normal, every escort would be wandering around the halls and gardens, and I can't see how that looks right now. Rather, it's so unpopular that I even think I miss it.

When it comes to guard-like security, the precision is about the gatekeeper, after which I can only see a few clerks and a samurai. From the likelihood of it, it seems to me that those who roseau early let go of the city of Philos and fled.

But this is how Roseau still sits in the ruler's chair. Without showing you how it works.

What are you up to? Bruder's eyebrows were surprisingly distorted and his eyes narrowed. Unshaped creeps cover the area of the stomach.

Roseau is a traitor. The thing about traitors, for the most part, their sexual roots look timid.

What people think they can do is what others can do. Whoever betrays someone will be played with the fantasy of someone betraying him until he dies. That's why most of them are guards for the soldiers they use as weapons.

Anyway, that's not how I see this hall. I even think that the security system is thinner than usual. The whole city, which had just increased the number of soldiers around, was so much better that it still looked better.

Trap, that's too dodgy. I don't know who the hell I'm going to put in a trap for it. The time to set a trap is when you set someone up to eat and kill.

Then what is the likelihood of this? Bruder rubs his nose head as he bites his lips. Turn some assumptions in your head.

I narrowed my eyes after that a few times, and then, next, I eliminated the shake from my heart.

Let's kill him, that's fine. It doesn't matter what a person like Roseau thinks, what effect it has on him.

Surprise here and try to run away with your tail wrapped around like a fire lizard. I may end up being branded a fool by my employer who can't give me one achievement while entering the city at risk.

I'm sorry to hear that. I never thought I would be so vanity. Until now, my sister, I've only had a full head about Vestalinu, and I didn't know that this kind of thought would bring a human flavor if I lost my mind a bit. It's not ugly.

Bruder exhales softly and quietly. Outside the window, he made his legs jump to just beside the ruler's chamber as he passed on the roof of the red brick.

Drop your hips on the brick and come close to the window. The ruler's chair is away from the window on the boulder, but if you still ambush him, he'll be attacked by several exhalations, that's the distance. Through the window, I saw Roseau's side.

If it's my long needle, I can aim at its skull with a breath, even if it has a window. There was definite confidence in the accuracy of the throw.

Gently bend your fingers. I had two long needles pinched in my fingers. That's how he clears his ears, breathes with his targets, kills his existence to dissolve in the darkness at night, and secretly, vanishes his consciousness.

Bruder had heard somewhere that he was an assassin. I don't know if I can embody it.

A few degrees, there was breathing. Through the window, I felt like I could hear Roseau and his heart. Bruder had the feeling that his own body had become the night itself.

- Huh, uh-huh.

If you noticed, it was released from your hand. Penetrate windows and ride in the wind with minimal noise, long needles. The tingling of my hands, the way I breathed together and the way I put my strength into it were so perfect that it was no more than this. There are no avoidable things in the world, so sure they can be done.

Bruder clearly thought of a long needle poking at Roseau's side, keeping himself hidden from the window. I'm sure he sprays blood unaware of the needle's presence, both on this side and on this side. Such a feeling close to prophecy.

That is - a few moments later, it became a clear reality.

Bruder threw it with one hand. That was not ordinary enough to be avoided, at least, by something rosy. Roseau's eyes greet the long needle as she opens her eyes, and the two needles pierce her skull and eyes painfully.

The loose red and black blood splashed all around him, painting Roseau's hair and beard all over him. Too much blood for a man to give up his life.

It was strange how the long needle felt, but Bruder grabbed it in his hand. Just as a famous bow and arrow hand remembers the feeling of an arrow piercing the target. The sensation of the needle stirring the cranium and the cerebral plasma is certainly at your fingertips. Roseau's death is unmistakable.

Because I was so sure, that's why. Bruder blued his face and jumped out of the window frame. I don't even care about the sound of red bricks collapsing.

- I heard voices coming from inside the room the moment they thought the long needle was pierced.

"I wonder if you've heard the voice of God."

At the same time as that voice, the window frame that Bruder had kept his body until now was strangely pulled and thrown into the hollow. The condition was as if it had swung wildly at something mighty.

The sound of the glass smashing into pieces echoes in the dark, but I don't care about that anymore. Bruder rang his throat, dripping something cold, unlike sweat on his forehead.

"I heard. God glanced down at me and said,"

Like crawling through the ground, voice. Was it even clogged in the throat with blood, a voice that the drowning would spit out, but then the sound remained calm? That's creepy. It feels as if it is not the voice of the living.

Roseau stuck his body out as he hung his foot in the window frame. Its appearance is human itself. It's just bones, flesh and skin. That should be all.

But what's with the long needle stuck in his eye and head? What eyes glow in the darkness as if they were burning? What are the signs that you feel so much pressure?

The likeness is, as if, the manifestation of the demon. Demon - No, he seems like a demon who once made his name in history. Seeing Roseau unloading his feet on the brick roof, Bruder accidentally took a step, retreating.

Thoughts confuse. No matter how many thoughts you try to wrap up about what you should do and what you should do, they all disappear in agitation.

Roseau said, depressed and distracted by the needle that pierced his own face.

"- My enemies will come here. Assassin, I'm sorry, but I'm dead. That evil is coming here to die."

One step, Roseau moves forward. That's all, the bricks jumped off themselves. It's as if you were forced to crush it by a large mass.

Bruder let his cheeks snap, pulling his jaw, he said.

"- Fine. If you kill me before then, my employer will admit me."

As it was, I took a step forward.