A Wish to Grab Happiness

Tighten your eyes as you sit right next to your bedside. My lungs put the body on hard and exhaled. That's probably the guy who calls it appeasement exhalation.

Slightly loosen your cheeks as you look at the person lying on the sleeping table. Was it because the beds were simple to make, but the sick lay? I could see the blanket hitting a few waves.

"Guidance and how are you doing, Bruder? Have you got a good drink in your throat?"

Bruder, who remained twisted in the blanket, could not disappear any easy coarseness, but still broke his face and drew a line on his cheek, which I knew her well. The slight distortion of the eyebrows is that burn pain is still running somewhere.

"You idiot. Employer. You don't even get into the sight of booze. But the cigarette guy was brought in from himself, and he's gonna be fine."

I'll choke my throat unintentionally at Bruder's words, chew cigarettes out of my nostrils and keep them in my hands.

Not so much a souvenir, but it would be as painkiller. Bruder lifted his body gently and clasped it to his teeth with a loose hand. If you can exert extra force, the burn will stab your body. Overall, it was a powerless operation.

Well, but as Vestalinu said, the outside and the body seem safe. Later, there will be no problem if the doctor hangs it in the walled city of Galuamaria.

Bruder tames the chewing tobacco to his teeth a few degrees, puts the aroma through his nose, and then opens his lips.

"... so what happened to the two of you back there? It doesn't mean anything to you, does it?

Bruder crushed those words with the bite cigarette stuck in his lips, more suspiciously, than just strangely. The brown eyes bounce wide, piercing my back.

I didn't know, I swallowed my spit as I let my fingertips jump up.

No, of course, I knew you were here because I've been with you. When I touched it, I was wondering if it would scatter a blast like gunpowder, so I was told to talk about it. But from Bruder's point of view, it would be natural to think that what an odd standpoint.

Silver hair jumps at the edge of my sight as I choose to say what I answered.

"It's something similar. If you don't have an eyewitness, there are people who mistakenly think you don't care where you go."

Karia said small to keep an eye on her for it and closed her lips again with her arms together. But only those silver eyes dwell in harsh lights as if they shoot through the prey that lies ahead of them. The beast jumped and was reminiscent of the beast that was still flying.

But, well, if it's just Kalia, it's something to keep those eyes on. If that's all, I ended up with a peaceful choice to hang out with alcohol until the drinks dropped.

Gently suppress your lips with your index finger, and then leak your words to Bruder, who gazes this way.

"No, it's nothing. Big deal."

That's what I said, I tried to change the scene first, but that's what I thought. It seems there were other people besides Kalia who said that was unforgivable.

I tried to shatter my words and my voice rang.

"- Nothing? I wonder what that means. You want me to tell you something, Rugis."

The Lord of that often-sounding voice was none other, that of Fialert-la-Borgograd.

I can see the black eyes strengthening my gaze and pointing straight this way. Unlike Kalia's fierceness, it included some chillness, gaze.

It doesn't taste good, whatever.

Since the day I said I was headed out to the Flimsrat Mountains a few days ago, this is how not only these two but no one and he are doing. Frankly, I think.

Apparently, I stepped on some tail. It's not just a lion or a wolf, it's more fierce.

My eyebrows descend and I deviate from nature and my eyes. Something close to cold sweat licked around the back of my ear, I see.

I wonder if that's why Bruder smiles like he's making me lurk. There was a deep wrinkle at the end of his eyes. What a healthy but terrible guy as a human being to laugh at people's misfortunes.

Unknowingly twisting his eyelids and causing his cheeks to snap, Bruder opened his mouth to excuse himself.

"Bad, bad. But no, I know how you feel, too. Even if the employer is connected to a pile, it's the nature of moving while dragging the pile."

He's the one who says bad things about people. Doesn't that sound like I'm just an idiot? I want you to at least pick a few more words.

Bruder keeps saying words while he quietly wipes his eyes, and then he asks if those same guys lined up outside.

Unexpectedly, turn around. Even from within the tent, its shadow standing near the entrance and exit looked good. Four, maybe five. The most elves are also mixed, so I don't know if they are correct in such counting.

My say, in addition to Kalia and Fialert, seems to have caused a lot of noise in Eldis and Mattia's chest. It never did come within the tent to boulders, but in the last few days crest soldiers and Gazarian soldiers have unnaturally jumped into view.

Everywhere you go, you have a gaze. It's like a sinner. No, say you've sinned. That's not the case with guys who can be pushed away like this.

Groaning about such a thing, Bruder said, sounding pleasantly again.

"People forget for themselves where the guides and the seeds they sow are. He could be dropping seeds in close proximity without even knowing his employer."

Two, the only thing that bothered me was that Bruder's eyes, saying so, were secretly erasing something that looked like a grin.

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I don't care where you're going, Rugis.

As soon as he finished Bruder's visit and left the tent, Karia said so as she smoothly moved her lips, which were tightly closed, touching my back. I told him there was no such thing as being grumpy.

If it really is, how good would it be? However, as I told you, the only gaze emitted by the silver eye did not appear to change.

"I understand that it is not of such a nature that you can remain in one place. Then I'll show you the way and lead the way - it's just..."

Whatever, it was a very kind word for Kalia. Excellent, I even want to rejoice with my hands up. If you don't have to ask, the word goes.

Karia put her weight on and put those little lips closer to my ear as she touched her back. Long eyelashes tear slightly into the sun.

"It's just - I hate being made false, yeah? You would have been somewhere, Rugis. There's a big idiot who's been carrying burns all by himself, telling me to keep my back, etc. I feel proud and muddy."

Hey, and Karia says, as if talking to each other. There were signs that the heart had been grabbed from the back. Your eyeballs frighten you. It was like I felt it somewhere, a sign.

But Kalia's right, the place isn't much to delude. I made a deal with Karia, and that's how I broke it. Then you should be forgiven for being so blameworthy. At least enough time for Karia to cool her head off, though I wanted to.

"Right, Rugis. Neither do I deny where you are going. But let me ask you one thing."

It's like trying to match the wavelength to Kalia's words, and the fialert ripples her lips off. The quality is finally heavy for an easy voice, I see.

On my right shoulder, my fialert finger drops. The tip was long and delicate, as if touching the ruin. As it was, he took his right arm so that the body of the fialert could be supple.

A voice that seems to whisper and even makes you feel ticklish says it right around the corner.

"Maybe, but you don't think it's convenient for me to dance with my hands. I'm not always the same as I was when I was Gallu Amalia."

That, the voice. A voice that is heavier than Kalia's and then plunders the back of his ear. It tastes bad. Really, it's not good. A frightening thing tells the throat, I see.

It's like back in the day - the one where the two are heroes and the pressure and presence they had in a time when they were called that, they feel only marginally here and now. But that's not what's scary.

The scary thing is that the signs, the presence, have changed a lot of the nature of what it was. It's like something tangled up, a sign of coma.

Kalia and Fialert aren't trying to do me any harm, or yell at me. Instead, the way they touch each other is so polite, I can even feel cared for.

Even so, I felt one sign of something dangerous crawling out of my spine.