A Wish to Grab Happiness

Inside the crest cathedral was an air of indescribable difficulty. Everyone says something, and then they don't say anything. It's like everyone's waiting for something to hang up, that sign.

There was only one voice in it.

"- Sometimes I think you've done something you hate."

With her hips right next to her, Fialert-la-Bolgrad says as she stiffens her voice and stares at this one. That was a very rare, somewhat tenacious voice for a fialert. Release when your whole body is raised with tension, voice.

Well, otherwise, I'm not going to say anything absurd to Fialert, and I don't recall treating her in a bad way. How can it be such a story? Shake your shoulder brow, like you wouldn't expect.

I guess you didn't mind my expression like that, the next moment the black eyes of the fialert narrow and the pointy gaze burns my cheeks. I don't know, my lips clicked. I don't know what to tell you back, but I don't know what to say.

Reach for the cup that was nearby to deceive you. Oddly enough, I was thirsty. If you moisten your throat with a cold ale to that, the outgoing words could slip out with ease.

That's how I take the cup, the moment. The cup is snatched by an elongated finger in front of you. It stretched out of my left neighbor. I knew whose it was, regardless. It belongs to the silver-haired swordsman, Karia-Birdnick. No matter how many times I saw it, I don't really think I'd wave my long sword freely with those white fingers, they were such fingers.

Karia tilted her cup smiling at the prank, wetting her lips with ale, then said. Unlike the Fialert one, it's in much lighter shape.

"That's an odd encounter. Fialert, so am I. They say it's their shield, but they leave them when they have to. At the bottom of my heart, I'm sure I even despise you."

No, this one's different. Karia is behaving as she says lightly, but her voice's savings are rubbing up.

There was such an atmosphere that I was managing to push myself in with some uncontrollable emotion behind my chest. At the same time, as long as there's one cut, that's going to come down to the perimeter in abundance, and the danger.

Tasty, very unsavory.

Make it a fialert. Make it a calia, no matter how you look at it. It's not like it's normal. No, well, it's not like the guy behind it somehow doesn't understand either. Still, isn't it just a little too much degrees?

I pick up chewing cigarettes from my chest so as to vacate between them, desperately searching in my skull for words to speak. Should it be a familiar behavior, but it has brought much to it, even if the fingertips are tense? Allow your lips to flaunt it in the way you always do, so as to restore calm.

Thus, there was no time to put the flavor through his nose, and chewing tobacco was taken away from his hands stretched from behind.

"Right. Words are only accompanied by a heart. Though I'm not going to be cheap enough to be deluded by just heartless words - hey, what do you think? Rugis, my knight."

Finn-Eldis cleverly turns with his fingertips as he twirls the bite cigarette he snatches while making sure it drips on my back. The voice whispered in his ear seemed to dazzle the depths of his ear. With your ears intact, Eldis continues, wondering who you were counting on. My back teeth made a distorted noise.

Give me a break, if they take my booze and my chewing cigarette, I'll tell you what to do. Isn't it something called love that leaves at least one of them?

That's what I thought, and it was the moment I stretched my fingers to get my cigarettes back. Mattia, the Virgin standing in the front, opens her mouth, as she saw through my thoughts.

"We're talking extremely legitimate now. No booze or tobacco would be necessary for such a place. Don't you, Rugis? Which one is wrong?"

Mattia, staring straight at this side, the expression is the calm one. But soon, I understand. The only thing that is calm is the expression. Those eyes look to this side with a sharp presence, as if they had thrown away something like a laugh or a serenity. It's like the Raptor's that preyed on.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Not very much, but not in a situation where you can expect a help ship.

That's how we can expect more reinforcements from the outside than Finn-Eldis, these two in the tent, to the Virgin Mattia. Instead, it's supposed to stop someone from coming in here.

Then he shifted his gaze to the side, and did his gaze to Ralgud-Ann, the only person left in the four other tents. She was always the one who solved it when threads intertwined all she wanted in this condition. I wonder if I can count on some help today.

With that in mind, I moved my eyes so that I could exchange my gaze with Ann.

The little body probably soon noticed this way. Tickled and made my eyes jump. That's how I put an innocent grin on that face. It was a really fun laugh.

But those lips never show how to open. I see you're not willing to help.

I say with my hands up, breathing a great deal of sigh from the bottom of my gut.

"Okay, it was my fault. Even though I am aware of it. So yes, no one. Don't let the heat come over like he burned. It's only after I've put enough flames in my stomach."

After the words were uttered, there was an instant blank. I can see the gaze given from the surroundings intertwining, feverish, and thus increasing the weight in silence.

When it comes to air, it's cold, as if it had taken heat from its gaze. Nothing in this cold air will be because now is the verse of death and snow.

After a moment that seemed to last extended, Mattia opened her lips, as if she had no choice. After a deliberately loud sigh, though.

"- It doesn't mean we have extra time. Let's cure this place for now. You didn't come together to blame me for your failure. Ann, get down to business."

Leaks a soothing exhale to the extent that it does not make any noise. But I still couldn't get my strength off my shoulder. Whatever, it is true that the air regained its loosening in front of Mattia's words, but still somewhere still pregnant with tension in its belly.

He was pointing his lips at me when I said by his side that Karia wasn't as convinced as he was, and it would be fialert, erdis, something similar.

I don't know what to say, I feel like I'm sitting in a tsu chair with a thorn stripped out. I don't feel alive.

Ann nods gently when Mattia urges her, leaving some round stones on a large, eyed map laid on the table. To see the positional relationship, perhaps it indicates an area that has subsided under the influence of the crest religion. Of course, it is still influential to the extent that the Catholic Church is likely to fly as it breathes.

"Then, from me as I surrender. I can tell you that this Philos incident, whatever the process, turned out to be a good thing. I can't tell you the biggest thing Roseau has ever done to a traitor because of my disorientation."

With a slight weakening of his voice, still pale, Ann summarizes the current situation.

I think the talking technique belongs to boulders. People will be daring to choose words that are easy to hear, words that touch their ears come straight into their skulls.

Philosophy Incident. This one in which the rebel Roseau lost his legs and temporarily placed the city Philosophy under control of the ruler, Philosophy Trait. That also came to an end with Roseau dying and Philose-Trait being rescued in that way.

No, to be precise, the intervention of the crest forced me to come to an end, but is that correct? He bit slightly at the edge of his lips and narrowed his eyes as he did so. I miss my mouth a lot because I don't have chewing tobacco.

"The rebel Roseau lay down on the ground, and the original ruler Philos-Trait was in the hands of the crest. There is no longer an organizational capacity for action in the city of Philos. There will be no exaggeration when they come under our influence."

Of course, a little attention needs to be paid to future governance. Ann closed this case as she continued to do so. I hear the words, and I circle my eyes without thinking they speak much paler.

Phyllos-Treit, the original ruler in the city of Phyllos, was still in rehab, and the city of Phyllos without a ruler was incorporated under the influence of crest religion. This is not a mistake in itself, but a clear fact. However, the process is never lukewarm enough to speak of.

Anyway, the citizens of Philosophy are the ones who once turned their blades against Philosophy-Trait, the ally of the crest. Just because the chief Roseau has fallen, there is no way that the crest religion can be so easily accepted.

To be honest, I would have even thought about crushing the city of Philos with spears and swords to make it Mattia and Anne and not be insulted. As such, there was a great chance that the choice would be taken.

However, it is too late to lose Philos, who is at the forefront of future confrontations with the Catholic Church. It's easy to burn down a city, but it's harder to re-grow it once and for all than to tree seedlings.

If so, it was necessary to turn Philos into a complete puppet city in order not to let him imitate the same again. Philose-Trait's uptake, of course, with a method that would force him to rebuild the city itself called Philos.

Some of the methods would have been the choice to dye parts of the city red at times. At least, it wouldn't have been easy enough to say in a nutshell.

Ann waved her little lips as she showed something slightly fatigued at the edge of that eye, still trying not to put it on her expression.

"The problem at the moment is how to get through the age of death and snow."