A Wish to Grab Happiness

The place is white. Just a white space, both in the snow and in a dazzling place. Speaking on the spot is one white.

"Oh, scary scary scary. I wonder how far the hell he's going. I'm not scared."

The words that he sounds do not appear to have any emotions caged in them. There was such an atmosphere that the weight that should have been in the words was falling off.

Even for what I just sent out. Yes, while I say I'm scared, I'm not actually equipped for that at all. It feels like I'm forced to line up the sounds.

White made another noise as he tried to air with his fingertips.

"But in the end, nothing changes. The act begins already. If we get to Dead Snow, it'll all be over."

White lined up his sounds as if he were laughing spirally if he didn't at least have to take one of the countries. That sounds terribly confusing and offensive to those who hear it. If you're a weak-minded person, you're going to be distracted by the sound of it.

Try to chew through that sound, the shadow facing each other speaks.

"Theatre is something that always falls zero out of the screenwriter's hand. Have you forgotten, Artius?"

Shadow cheeks lead to distortion. Are you amused, or do you have another emotion? The expression is unlikely to be legible. And so it was the same for the white ones.

With a rolling sound, White says.

"Even if I remember. I can't forget that you broke my muscles and threw them away, even if you want to. Oh, I can't wait to be sad, Ouffle."

I say that as if I'm not sad.

No longer do the sights know what they're looking at. Is it that people are speaking, or is it just that the sound is ringing, and yet another completely different language is wielded? It's as if I don't understand.

The only understandable thing is that the white and the shadow are interacting with each other in some way.

Altius and the white so called inherit the sound. Why did you do that? And the shadow received it, and said, as he confessed, with a grudge.

"- I don't even need to be asked. You didn't give it to him, that's why I did. That's all."

The shadow speaks in a gesture of great esteem. The likelihood is really like an actor who has risen to the stage. Then this...

The scene will probably come to an end soon. Shaking so that the figure of the shadow is pushed back into the surrounding light.

The shadow, as if it were a sight of a dream, continued with a voice that began to shake slightly.

"I just picked up what you named the Spirit of God after."

White was terribly pleasant to hear the words of the shadow. No, I can't say enough because I don't even know if my emotions are caged when I look at them. Anyway, the noise was ringing. Sounds really fun, as if you'd even see something really funny.

White says. No, I didn't. I left it.

"I said I would give them salvation, and you said so trying to bring everything in. It's impossible for the sky to tear itself apart. There's only one exception to that."

The appearance of the shadow was sumptuous and was almost about to disappear from this place. I can only see that the eyes are slightly narrowed. It's like getting some intent, eyes.

"- The family is the only privilege. I bet you did, the same thing you did to a Rugis person. I also only fulfilled the wishes of my family."

That sound. Finally, the shadow disappeared from space. As such, White does not care much about it, but closes its lid as if nothing had happened.

Naturally. What just happened here is just a dream. There's no way it could have happened.

It just happened during the blink of the world switching, like a whim. So I'm not even sure if this conversation was really somewhere.

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When he opened his lid, Arueno realized that the ceiling he had seen was right there. I'm used to it, and my brain wonders for a moment how it's in my sight. The golden eye blinked once, never again, drowsiness. That's how I finally realize.

- Well, he was in the cathedral.

It became known as the Virgin of the Singing Princess, and Arueno had been on pilgrimage for more than a few months now. In the meantime, I was lucky enough to be invited to the aristocratic hall, or to sleep in a carriage without an inn, but the latter is much more common when it comes to frequency.

I can tell you that there was nothing like encountering a bandit because of God's protection, but there were still few things I could sleep satisfied with.

Because of that recoil, being able to sleep in one's room in the cathedral was tantamount to sweet dew for Arueno. And even when it comes to my room, it's like I used to spend a few years as a nun treated differently.

The bed, which was too firm and even painful on the back, had been transformed into the kind of softness with which the body sinks in, and the blanket, which was like a thin cloth, has been replaced with something much thicker.

Being obvious, Arueno accidentally rocked his long eyelashes and leaked his exhale. She says it's in the room, but her exhaled breath instantly makes her look white.

The cold water to purify the body that had been prepared was like ice. If it's going to improve my treatment anyway, I need something to make this place hot. Get familiar, shake your golden hair, and touch your eyes. The drowsiness had disappeared from the back of his skull long ago.

Arueno leaned his leg against the cathedral, not because he had finished his pilgrimage. Rather, revelation still points to a farther land. Therefore, he was still only a candidate for the Virgin. Closer to the Virgin than anyone else.

In the meantime, no other legs were carried to the cathedral, because of the leap of the crest. Of course, once in the cathedral, it cleansed itself and healed the fatigue of the pilgrimage.

The Catholic Church, which, to put it well, retreated and, frankly, defeated in the Sanio Plains, is not least upset. In the middle of that, even the harsh times of death and snow enter. The screams of the people are not hidden.

It would therefore be true that we want to recall ourselves, called the Virgin of the Singing Princess, and to comfort the hearts and minds of the people at all.

Arueno thought of it and had a small grin as he remembered something warm in his chest. Really, a whispering grin that only the person could tell.

A leap forward in crest teaching. That is taken with the names of the two persons. One is Matia the Witch. That's how the other one, Rugis, became childhood tame.

Great evil, evil dragon, evil man. Rumors of childhood tampering that change its title every time one hears its name are not always pleasing to Arueno. That is a testament to his inclination to the distorted salvation of creed religion, the very fact that he is stripping his fangs against the Catholic Church. I couldn't even be honest with you. Normally, there can be no other emotions.

At the same time as those thoughts, Arueno understood perfectly that dark, dizzy, sticky emotions were crawling through the bottom of his gut. I don't think she looks very much like the Virgin, that emotion.

What to say, no. It's never something to tell people. But every time he heard Rugis' activity, Arueno could not hide that the coma joy would lick his chest. His active role as a crest man means that he overlaps his sins. That it will fall into a deeper place.

Every time, he gets harder to save. Nobody's taking that hand anymore. I'm sure at the end of the day, God will abandon you too.

Oh, it was only when that happened that I would save him. Let's get everything around us cut off, lose everything, and that's how I take the last hand he reached out to. You should then slowly atone for your sins and give them salvation. Only I can give it to him.

Such an unspeakable urge and certainty. Thoughts that make you roll hot deep into your chest go all over your body. Don't know, Arueno had forgotten the freezing cold and was walking down the corridor in a frying mood.

Getting around the city as a consolation to the people is almost over by yesterday. Today, I did remember him saying that he was going to choose a cathedral knight for the escort or something.

Even so, there's nothing like what Arueno actually does. Ultimately, everything will be decided, as God's revelation indicates. Arueno believes he has a wish ahead of him.

- I'm sure I wish the same thing for the past and the future.

Golden eyes, brilliant under the cold sky. There seemed to be a light of faith and another, something comatose floating around in it.