A Wish to Grab Happiness

It was a landscape where white makeup was forced into the mountains. The mountains, which are supposed to be exposing themselves ambitiously, are now completely covered in white.

Arueno looked up unknowingly as he tamed his golden head to white. The sky, far away at last, is pounding like a sigh, pounding and zeroing off grains of snow.

Despite the fact that snow is so beautiful that it can't be worded, the essence is the very symbol that takes a person's life away and what a noise.

I often say that beautiful things have thorns that point to skin, but isn't it too much nonetheless? No, or maybe something extra called dead snow looks beautiful because it's so dangerous by now.

Arueno is a flat hand covered with gloves and brings up a piece of snow that has fallen from scratch. It instantly melted and became water, although I tried to retain its appearance in my hand.

"What's up, are you tired, Princess Singer? Sorry, I dragged the carriage with the snow so far."

Second, I look at Arueno, who stopped his leg to catch the snow, and the man who was accompanying him turns around gently and leaks his voice. Arueno returned the words, smiling without thinking, at the seemingly light-hearted language and behavior of every part of it.

"Nothing, Cathedral Knight Garras-Gargantia. Besides, I'm not the kind of person they call a singing princess. No, I'm not."

Then Master Arueno would have been better, when he saw Gallus laughing with a light slap, and the other diocesan knights covering Arueno's surroundings froze his expression.

It is true that Arueno's exact status is only a candidate for Virgin, which was also provisionally given two names: Virgin of the Singing Princess. Therefore, there is no question that Gallus, the Cathedral Knight, has a normal mouth. All of them are now.

Arueno, the Virgin of the Singing Princess. Her appearance playing poetry with golden hair and eyes is no longer accepted by priests and commoners as something similar to the Virgin.

That is how the episcopal knight serves the Pope. Again, that perception remains unchanged. No. Rather, it would be the Pope who would call her the Virgin and the leading one who would not believe so.

That is why the Cathedral Knight, who is supposed to refrain from the Cathedral, has sent the majority of them to her escort. That is an act equal to saying that divine will should make Arueno a Virgin.

It is therefore no longer only a matter of time before Arueno is queued as the Virgin, and later we are only talking about the trials that God has prepared and what time the pilgrimage journey ends.

That is why many of the diocesan knights who were allowed to accompany them as escorts also treat Arueno in the same way as the Virgin. The future itself is mainly walking behind it, drooling its head.

But only Garras-Gargantia, it was different.

- The man with the best skills is the Cathedral Knight, but not the most Cathedral Knight. Beasts with spears.

Is it because he is given such a disdain? Its mouthfeel is lightweight everywhere, and I can't even see a shard of respect for the Virgin. Every time Garrus opens his mouth, everyone in the diocesan knight solidifies his expression and freezes his spine into tension.

Some of them wished that Garrus, who would not normally be good enough to hang this up, would buy the eclampsia of the Virgin.

But to Garrus' light-hearted and extreme words, Arueno smiles with a glimpse of even some flair.

"Really, you're the one who can't grasp. Yeah, you like it, I don't mind."

I leak one sigh lightly, but I never see disgust. There are verses that I even prefer.

If you ask me, Garras-Gargantia and the Virgin are dating since the time when the Virgin was still in a position to be called a nun. I guess that's why it's so uneasy.

I am close to the Virgin in the future. There is no doubt that they are the object of envy and jealousy for the Knights of the Diocese.

That is why there was never a diocesan knight other than Gallus, who tried to speak for himself to Arueno in an attempt to get on the edge on this occasion now. Everyone behaves thoroughly as an honest servant of the Virgin.

The reason is simple. For for the great saint, the Virgin is no longer a human being, not a human being.

Virgin is one who, in awe and in awe, approaches God and protrudes his presence from man by a few steps. Speak of those who dwell in the miracles and mysteries of the gods.

Therefore, the emotions that are there are extra worship and awe. Besides, Arueno's behavior in recent times was unnecessarily transforming the awe held by the diocesan knights into something strong.

Arueno continues to follow God's revelations on his pilgrimage, and his behavior, his magic, and his very existence are undergoing a slight transformation. At least, I'm not very much like a town girl right now.

The cathedral knights of the escort sometimes experience it in their daily mundane contact. They are in Arueno's eyes. Not from time to time, but sometimes when they are perceived as that golden color, they learn to be terribly scared.

It's like being stared at directly from a far superior being, awe. It's like obscuring your own contours and existence, whimpers. So it's like the spirit is being forced to pull off, madness.

They are, I'm sure, an indisputable manifestation of mystery. There is nothing more to it than that a girl named Arueno is grasping one end of God. The fact is that it is an unparalleled joy for the followers of the Catholic Church and can warm their breasts.

However, it must be because they are only far away.

Once you remember up close the presence that swallows all around you, your heart will palpitate in panic and your emotions will be bound by excessive fear. Those who were once too close to God were swallowed by the light as it was and burned their eyes and their whole bodies.

That's why Garras-Gargantia and that's how the only other person was able to speak up to Arueno.

One more. He was allowed to accompany him on this journey in the form of a Garras-Gargantian companion. A ship-eyed swordsman, named Hert-Stanley, who is a famous man in the walled city of Galuamaria and is given two rightful avengers, and such.

"The only thing that shows the position is the record of the inheritance, but you'll see as much as you do within a short distance"

Arueno nodded small and replied to Helt's words, which squealed so lightly. Her golden eyes capture Hert and the young man she calls so.

Arueno doesn't know deep against Helt-Stanley.

Speaking of what you know, the only thing God Altius chose to do first as his escort. So the next thing I know is that he is one of the few people who survived face-to-face with the main rugis of vice, slashing the blades directly together. You think his left eye lost light forever because of the wound carved into Rugis at that time?

Rumor has it that Hert's hostility to evil in his chest is stronger than anyone else's, and that the arms of martial arts do not know Oracle's and.

That's why the common man expects a story from him. Once defeated by evil, laying on the floor of blood, yet now again with the sword in his hand, he takes his path as a rightful avenger, such a musical book.

Because that's what I had heard beforehand, Arueno also expected that Helt-Stanley was a person who lived in a dazzling coma in his eyes.

Enemies against Rugis, or revenge? Whatever it is, it shows so much emotion that it overflows, I wonder if he's such a person.

But apparently not. Arueno waved his lips as he shrugged his shoulders to the cold of the snow for a moment.

What is in Helt-Stanley's eyes doesn't look very much like something like hostility or vengeance. Instead, there were signs that he had another strong fever.

Arueno's hair, let's shake. It's a chat, but I prefaced, and then I shook my little lips and said.

"- You, it was in Rugis, the Lord of evil, wasn't it? I wonder what he was like."

Helt-Stanley responded to Arueno's probing inquiry by closing his lips for a moment and giving him a bare gesture to work out some words.

Those golden eyes don't capture anything about Arueno, but rather it's like imagining someone else, someone farther away, like that.

Put it down for a few seconds, then Hert said.

"It's not something I can say enough in one word - he was a strong man. To the point of dazzling."

Arueno narrowed his eyes strongly when he heard his words. Again, not very much, but Helt's words are not words that are enemies or uttered to those who are hostile. The surrounding diocesan knights, with the exception of Gallus, also distort their expressions in confusion.

I'm sure no one or he can grasp Helt's sincerity.

Regardless, it is an honorable act to show respect to the enemy, but no one does it to the crests. Besides, the opponent was thus cut off to the point of great evil. There is too much suspicion in the words Hert has said.

That said, no one or he tried to imitate anything that would stick his mouth in a conversation with the Virgin, though.

In the meantime, Arueno was floating with just one seemingly certain thing in his chest.

- No one named Helt-Stanley holds a grudge against Rugis. What I'm holding is another annoying, emotional one.

Arueno drank slightly from his own lips, and drank from his place that something strange was leaking. There was a beautiful grin on her cheek, like drawing a line.

Garrus' voice strokes his ear.

"I see him, that's him. Was it a giant bunk, or what a good place."

In the confines of the snow, its ancient buildings show themselves.

It was once the only place where the god Artius would be told that he had snatched the neck of a giant and put it to a long sleep. The age of mythology still leaves that breath, one such gap.