A Wish to Grab Happiness

- How to get through the age of death and snow.

Largdo-Ann said so as he made his little lips jump. When it comes to me, I narrow my eyes as I put my shabby fingers around my jaw.

Age of Dead Snow. Where the world is repainted with unclean white, and the earth is thus delivered from the hands of man into the hands of both warcraft. In those times when the world itself turns into demonization, there are few means that can be taken at the hands of small human beings. Instead, I might have said that I couldn't do anything.

The only way to do this is to store food and essentials and cage them up in the city. All the warcraft who do not enter the human survival zone at all times show their faces in the streets and around the city with our faces all the time. Even children know what happens if you go outside lightly.

There are exceptions to this, of course.

For example, the merchant who made greed dance would walk around the city knowing the danger, selling things for more than a few times the price of everything, and both adventurers would come in with jobs and gold with the escort of such merchants. Besides, if I can do anything more than walk out of the city with the citizens, I'll have to pay the adventurers a lot more. If death and snow prolong, such things will really come up.

Some adventurers would have said that a time of death and snow with more work and money is a great time. But, well, those are only exceptions.

Normally in this verse no one can try to get out of the city, nor will kings or lords do anything to make soldiers step on snow. Try to force a group of humans to follow in the snow. That's the same thing that roughly invades the realm of both warcraft. They will undoubtedly roar and stick their fangs to the fragile bodies of humans in an attempt to add blood makeup to the snow.

Even humans don't make a fuss when they see one or two Warcraft, but if Warcraft turns into a herd and shows up in the streets, they will be eliminated with the army. In the end, it's the same thing.

What Ann talks about in the tent must also have been premised on it. Listen to your voice as you gently bite the edge of your lips in your mouth.

"The time you get in Dead Snow is on our side. Now I want to buy time and get my attitude in order at all costs. Based around Galua Maria and Gaza, supplies are replenished -"

Means of communicating, predicting when the death and snow melt, and maintaining the army pale Anne connects the conversations. Sometimes Kalia and Eldis raised questions, but there were no particularly objectionable objections, and Ann's story goes on.

Is it natural? People in a time of death and snow, not so many choices that elves can take that way, etc. In a way, I have no choice. No matter who thinks, it will come to the same conclusion in the big frame.

However, it is also true that there is boiling anxiety gripping around the lungs, like something cloudy while keeping an ear to Ann's words. Heavy stuff, it was definitely around the bottom of my belly.

After this Sanio match, I've understood all one thing very well. That's creed and archdiocese, the difference in size between the two forces. The soldier's skill, the quantity of supplies, the number of horses, etc., if you give it, there is no cutting. I think that's what happens when you manage to bridge this difference between the dead and the snow.

To be honest, they are not easy to bury, no matter what you think. Rather, I don't even know how much that means anymore if I scratch to fill in the difference.

Of course, I understood it in my head, and I should have accepted that it was something like that. Again, when it is actually confirmed with this eye, they push against my back as a real feeling.

Is it really just okay to cage up soldiers and supplies in the city during death and snow? It even comes up with the silly idea that maybe I should be ready to give you soldiers for something stupid.

Anyway, the Catholics are giants enough to crush this one, but they don't have the weapons to scratch their necks or the means to crush their heads. Really, the rush runs around the back of my gut.

- An interminably high wall between creed and archdiocese. What a means of breaking it really exists?

Exhaled, leaked. For a moment the white jaw leaps into its body in the hollow. I floated secretly in my chest, the word.

But I didn't want to talk about it. Anyway, that's just something everyone here understands and feels. They're far smarter than me. As far as Mattia and Eldis are concerned, they will be looking ahead, having finally finished the Dead Snow.

That being the case, I did not speak of words such as which one of us on this occasion could play and win the Catholic Church.

We all know that. If it has to be done, it has to be done. Though I completely forgot whose word it was.

In the end, there is no magic of miracles in this world that will bounce back all the disadvantages, no great means to roll everything smoothly. People and elves have to reach forward and forwards somewhere to cut their souls together, and that's how they should be made. That's what the world is about, not being nice enough to reach out to everything. I would rather be much more cruel than people and such.

But if I was going to say a little bit of luxury, I would have liked it to be at least one or two more screenplays that gave this side some warmth.

Ann closes her lips and separates those words. It seemed like I had finished talking about the majority of what needed to be said already. Big eyes look over the tent without showing one fatigue.

"Holy Virgin of the Catholic Church again - should I imitate it over there and call it a witch? The witch Arueno looks like she will continue her pilgrimage during the Dead Snow. And when he appeared before the people in the Garrist kingdom, he said," That's what he told me. "

The sound of that familiar name bounces my index finger, which was stroking my chin with a tingle. I could see that my thoughts froze for a moment. At some point, the spit comes up. Somehow Kalia's gaze was on her cheek, hitting her.

After a scene at Bellefein, I was asking Anne to check on Arueno's information in a little while. Anyway, Fialert said that the Catholic Church is called the Virgin, so there is no harm in finding out.

Well, to be honest, I also had the wish that I could grasp the information well and hold Arueno's hand somewhere.

But even by Ann's hand, the information about where Arueno was in the end was only to the extent that she could finally tell after she left the place. Besides, there is no regularity in its destination, and from what I've heard, only the divine heaven shows its path, or what. Normally, it's a petenmaster's constant coat, but in this case, you can make a fool of yourself.

The cold, blue agony envelops my chest.

Arueno-like person I met in Bellefein. The appearance is obviously not of the anomaly, but rather of the anomaly itself. There was even a bare gesture like demonization playing a sound.

I still don't know what it was. But that makes me wonder if something is happening to Arueno himself more than that was taking on Arueno's appearance. I felt like Arueno's handkerchief, who was in the chest, had a fever.

Anne keeps saying things.

"In the sense of bargaining material to the Catholic Church, a witch, if possible, seems most desirable in the form of capture. But that footprint really..."

Oddly enough, I can see that Ann looked at this one. Unexpectedly, I blinked my eyelid.

Is he paying attention to me because I was asking him to do a trend study on Arueno? Whatever, should I say it's full of responsibility? Should I say it's a difficult personality?

I nod lightly in the wind that I don't mind. Besides, I haven't told Anne, but I have something to do with it. Peek into the big map and narrow your eyes gently.

Belfein at first. Put a stone on the map. Southwest next, north next. I leave stones in turn, but I still don't see anything like regularity in the places I get to, the size of the city, and the distance I get to each of them in that way. So much so that they dare to tear it apart.

But it still doesn't mean that there are no verses at all that come to mind on those lands. Ridiculous idea, it's too thin a line, though.

My chest runs slightly palpitations. I asked Ann where she was this time. If this is what I think it is.

"Looks like this one."

Ann's little finger took the western part of the kingdom of Garrist. I look at the entire map once now, holding my lower lip with my fingers.

Yes, since. I rattled my teeth. I can well see that something starchy builds up deep inside my chest and my guts become heavy and hard like stone. Anxiety or anticipation? What a strange feeling, it was in my skull.

- So, a pilgrimage to give birth to the Virgin, huh? I didn't know that.

Didn't everyone know? Or was I the only one not informed? I don't know that anymore.