A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Pity and misery are eaten from next to next if they show weakness. It's a hassle."

Garrist kingdom high nobility. Roimets-Fomor says with a voice that makes you feel delicate and intelligent, back-to-back with its giant body. Behind his big eyes, his thoughts seemed to be more and more invisible.

The Garrist Kingdom Roundtable floor is originally filled by more than a dozen high-ranking dignitaries and priests. But only today, there were only two men in that seat. Others can't even see the escort, which is oddly quiet.

Roimets-Fomor in the lower seat. That's how sitting in the upper seat, aside from the Roymettes, was a skinny man with long fingers.

You can see that deep neighborhoods are formed beneath those eyes, which are like looking far away, with the tobacco still on.

The man says in a heavy voice, with a black army outfit feathering a red jacket.

"Weeds thrive on fat soil, Lord Fomor."

The kingdom of Garrist has wide area prints. Then one or two tragedies would have happened and should have happened, the man continued.

That's how I keep my words open with my thin lips. It was rare for a man to overlap words like this.

That's not because he's cautious or because he has a lot of political enemies, it's just that he wasn't that good at talking.

"I know what Sir is trying to say. The Warcraft will be increasing their threat."

The giant body of Roimetz nods aloud, indicating a willingness to affirm. Every single one of those things seemed even caged in strange temper. The expression also doesn't try to take some severely painful firmness.

All this talk of rising to King Garrist's capital is dark. Bright topics such as the birth of the Virgin Candidate rather than the Cathedral.

Otherwise it began with the fall of the walled city of Galuamaria, a defeat in the Sanio match. Two autonomous cities, Belfein and Philos, which were under the umbrella of the Kingdom of Garrist, also lost within the Gospel War.

Following that, all two more troubles were coming and going within the kingdom with their legs on.

One is that the Virgin was subjected to a massive raid by the Old Church during her pilgrimage. The great temple of Flimsrat collapsed in the snow as a result of the raid, and many of them were also wounded by cathedral knights who could make a name for themselves throughout the country.

Fortunately, the Virgin Arueno is safe. It was also said that the damage was suppressed by the efforts of the Cathedral Knight Garras-Gargantia and his companion Hert-Stanley, but it may not be possible that the pilgrimage of the Virgin would be interrupted by anyone in the first place.

Such a failure naturally could not be put into the ears of the citizens, and the cathedral was even partially dysfunctional after being chased by the response.

So another troublesome thing is the presence of the warcraft singing their life in Dead Snow.

"Warcraft groups coming from the northwest don't know where to lose momentum. He said it was unparalleled."

Try to repeat the report from Valerie-Brightness, who keeps the Northwest fort, Roimetz says. The word was not direct, but the man also fully understood the meaning that was included.

It means that we want to increase the power of the National Army to fight the clogs and the Warcraft.

It was perfectly natural, and it was not easy in the Garrist kingdom.

This nation, with its mighty body and fangs, became similarly enlarged in its skull as the figure became large and blunt. At last, it has come to a point where it can barely move the body.

Formally, the kingdom of Garrist is monarch politics by King Amerites-Garrist, but its inner affairs are more complex than the threads that unite.

The influence of the House of Political Opportunities, made up of nobles, is infested with the state like poison, and the eyes of the cathedral are strewn everywhere.

If, then, the reigning king and the venerated present king do not become old and show their former prosperity, then, naturally, the political steps will be slow.

If we were to follow formal procedures, it was just a common sight that we would spend distracting time just passing one policy.

That said, a massive problem cannot be set aside if it is such a possibility or in the political sphere. The glitch occurs, but it can also be said that you are making a prudent decision.

But not if it's military.

A flash of delay kills the soldiers and eats up the bone marrow of the state. It is therefore only with regard to the static movement of the national army, separated from politics, that there exists a dictatorial authority that can be said to be directly under the King.

It is this skinny man who is given it. Protector of the country. Patriot Jace-Brackenbury.

In the Garrist kingdom for a long time, the Patron refers to him.

On those shoulders, which can be said to be small in comparison to the Roymets, the full powers of the Garrist Kingdom Army are under heavy pressure. Only Blackenberry knew how much that weight was.

Blackenberry says as he spits out the white smoke of cigarettes.

"I have already put it in His Majesty's ear. But I don't think so. Your majesty is no longer judged."

There's nothing like frustration or impatience in the words that Blackenberry tells you. It just seemed like he was telling the truth.

Roymettes returns words without sniffing, including criticism of the king. I just nodded small, saying that I already understood.

"That's why I'm here, Patriot Blackenbury."

While fully containing the object, the Roymets looked to Blackenberry. Those big eyes are much harder than usual.

I can't help it. Make it Roy Metz, what you're doing right now is like walking on thin ice that's going to crack and shatter right away.

Though noble in any case, no petition should be made directly to the patron officer. Because you are supposed to be separated from politics in any way from the Patron Officer.

If this is exposed to Roymets' political opponents, they will eat like locusts.

But that's all the danger Roymettes had. And so again, to Blackenberry.

Blackenberry blinked her eyelashes as she conceived for a moment, keeping the cigarette on her thin lips again. A pale floating in a large white eye is strangely noticeable.

rocking the white smoke of cigarettes, says Brackenberry.

"Sir is a candid man when he says he's involved in politics."

"Yeah, frankness is what politics needs more than anything else."

Well, Blackenberry nodded. In that one word, it seemed to have decided something. Brackenberry continues his words as he rises his slender body and rocks his red coat.

An eye containing a deep neighborhood was open with unusual heavy pressure.

"Just as Garras-Gargantia is the epitome of the Cathedral, so too is Valerie-Brightness, who cannot be lost in the kingdom of Garrist. I also think it's foolish to kill her for the foolishness of ordinary people."

The word means that we have accepted not less of the words of Roymets. Unexpectedly, the Roymets leaked a soothing exhale in his chest.

It doesn't mean you don't trust Valerie. Even if Yunxia's group of warcraft pushes over, Roimetz is convinced that if it were her magic armor, she would twist down all of it.

But even as it may seem, those who stand on the battlefield will always bear a piece of the devil. A battlefield is something like that.

The Roymets are convinced that those who do not stand on the battlefield have a corresponding duty if they do. Those who pledge allegiance to themselves are on the battlefield. Then the Lord shall give the utmost support.

That is why the Lord gains command over the subordination, and the subordination devotes his sword to the Lord. If that relationship breaks down, there can be no more feelings of subordination there?

Regardless, now that Richard is wounded and unable to move, the natural intention of not losing even Valerie also exists in Roymets' chest. Love and intention can be divided between the left and right of the scale at any given time.

Blackenberry extinguishes the cigarette fire and tells it pale. Already in that skull, the painting seemed to be ready.

"With the authority she has now, there is a restraint on the number of troops she can send out to reinforce. I will temporarily return to the king's capital, but that is fine, Lord Fomor."

Roimetz nodded, as usual, moving his gigantic body wide.