A Wish to Grab Happiness

Dear Rugis...

The Crest Virgin Mattia's letter had begun with that one sentence. Ann reads out the letter in a hard and accustomed tone as she opens her little lips.

I guess she's loaded with that hand training after all. The beautiful complaint spelled out in the letter was very distant to me, but when spoken in Ann's tone, it gets into my ear quite easily.

I listened to the contents of the letter, which spanned two sheets of parchment, as I lay in bed, to the end. That's how I gently chew the contents out of my head. In short, I want to say something.

"- In short. As soon as the wound heals, so that we return to Gallu Amalia, is the word from Virgin Mattia. Hall of Heroes"

Ann narrowed her eyes and said so with a bitter smile on her cheek. That looked so embarrassing.

That's how you carry on the words, the hero lord seems to be the same, and Anne opens her mouth so. I flashed my shoulders as I gently raised the corner of my mouth. The fabric of the bed waves.

"You keep the struggle on your shoulders, Ann, as always. What, this one's been iron screwed inside my body. Tell Mattia to give me a little more rest. It's a big deal."

Keep your body lying in a bandage, say. The body only slightly twisted its posture, whimpering with pain like choosing its skeleton. Anyway, there was biting pain coming out of the area around the bone marrow.

Naturally. I took that hero Hert-Stanley's white sword with meat. There is no life if it is meant to be. It's no longer a miracle that my heart is still moving here.

That's when I killed him, and that's how he killed me. I did have that instinct.

It seems that there is no such thing as a guy named Life that separates us from each other to make ends meet. I thought it was a clear ending for me.

No, and distort your lips. I did get this finger to my former vision. But that's not why I settled for everything in my life.

Behind the lid, there was a reflection of childhood taming that I was once used to seeing. That golden figure disappeared as the Great Temple of Flimslat crushed its body into powder.

"Yeah, it's also a defect for us and me if it matters to Master Rugis. We hope you won't have to, but we look forward to your return soon."

Master Wood and Master Cereal were also missed, so Ann wrapped around the parchment and placed it on her pillow, saying.

No, even if they leave it, I won't read it. Besides, I'm not familiar with parchment or anything like that, it's hard to handle. It would be a problem to throw it away.

Would you look at the look on your thoughtful, hardened face like that? Ann had a bursting grin on her face unknowingly.

He has a good personality inside. This guy's having fun watching me suffer. I guess not. With that said, Ann narrowed her eyes as she gently whispered her eyebrows.

"This is rude. But it's true that I'm glad you're all safe, Lord Hero. When I heard that the Great Temple of Flimslat had been crushed, I doubted my ears."

With his mouth hidden with his hands, Ann says, still showing his eyes what looks like a delight.

Listen to Ann and nod to indicate your consent. Naturally. I haven't even swallowed that sight yet, watching it in person, and I'm stuffing it with my throat. How can we easily accept what we have just heard with our ears?

I still don't fully understand what happened that day. All I know is that Karia used the Black Scarlet Sword - the giant's alien powers to step back Altius. That's all I know.

That's how the temple collapsed. He rolled down Snow Mountain teasingly, and when he realized it, he was sleeping in the Lordship Hall of the autonomous city of Philos, in its corner.

To see several abrasions not remembered all over his body engraved, perhaps when he ran down the mountain, he was unknowingly stabbed by rock skin and branch trees. He couldn't even afford to be aware of that.

That's how it was not only me, Karia, that's how Eldis was identical to Fialert.

No one can exaggerate that he is full of creation. I heard from a crest teach soldier stationed in the garrison that none of them woke up for a few days, at least leading up to the city of Philos. Everyone will still be resting well enough.

Right now, the only thing that exists in the autonomous city of Philos, no puppet city, was us and the minimal crest soldiers.

The Seal Virgin Taru Mattia had to return herself to her home office, Garouamaria, and Bruder and Vestalinu have accompanied her for treatment. The elves of Gaza and I were forced to return home before the arrival of full death and snow.

Because of this, the city of Philos has been quiet for a long time. As if Dead Snow swallowed the sound and erased it as it was.

What a disgusting quiet. I really don't think I'm going to like this silence guy right now. Silence is like an abominable nail that lets people open the lid of their thoughts from next to next and hold extra delusions.

That I had this vision in my hand that kept my chest burning and chasing me. The inability to take the hand of childhood tampering that we have been looking for in the past.

Such unspeakable emotions mix in your chest and stroke your guts. That was like a ritual that could be extended as long as the silence lasted.

So to be honest, I would like to welcome Ann wonderfully as a messenger. At least I don't get bored talking to her, and I don't even think about weird things.

Anyway, in Philos, the city, I seem to be sounding a lot of notoriety, and none of the crest soldiers made it easy to visit my room.

In the meantime, Kalia, if Eldis is in therapy for Fialert, only a very small number of people would want to knock on the door of my room.

One paragraph of chatter with Anne, such a fold. As usual, the door to the room rings. It was a way of making noise that felt like it was a few things.

It looked like she was waiting for a reply from this person for a while, but not for long, the wooden door crept and welcomed the visitor.

"I'm coming in. It will be time to change the bandages, Rugis-Vrilligant -"

It was the woman who showed herself as a white eye in the monocular glasses - the one who was the ruler of the autonomous city of Philos, Phyllos-Treit.

For a while from one of Roseau's cases, he let go of his consciousness from that body, but now he's recovered enough to walk away. That doesn't mean you can immediately sit in a chair as a ruler as you once did. The citizen is still in a precarious situation, and she has not fully healed enough to bear the hard work of being her own ruler.

That's why now she lends her knowledge to the crest as a ruler from time to time, but places herself in the Lordship Hall in the name of healing, just like me. Of course, it would also mean that surveillance would be carried out under the influence of crests.

Whatever it is, she was one of the few people I have talked to right now who has plenty of silence and time.

She probably wasn't informed that Anne was visiting me. The moment I walked into the room, I could see those white eyes moving big. At the same time, Anne also looks back and clogs her words for a moment.

A strange silence flowed between the three, including me.

"Sometimes it's bad. I hope you can bring me one of the wines anyway."

Somehow the silence of birth is uncomfortable and lightly such. Hope the one with a little stiff air comes to an end.

But those are my wishes. Anne and Philose-Trait and the two of them keep their lips shut. I can see the white eyes staring at this side for a moment. What a resentful color was floating there.

No, what is that? What the hell did I do?

Leaving my confusion behind, Philos said, glancing back at Anne just about slowly.

"- No, it's not. I don't think so. That's not what this is about."

It was such a voice, knowing very well that what was put in it was a long and complex emotion.

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"... Whatever you want. Whatever you don't want, because it's true that I was picked up by him. Then you shouldn't apologize for your attitude."

With his hair up, Phyllos-Treit carries on the words. She looked so uncomfortable as she sat on the couch alongside Ann.

As usual, or what? Philose-Trait was hard-working everywhere, and that's how sincere he was. I think that's probably what got her pushed into Roseau this time, too.

In response to Phyllos-Treit's words, Ann nods softly and then looks at me and opens her mouth.

"I will not put my mouth in what will be accomplished, but I think you may be a little more restrained, Hero."

It seems necessary to discuss with Anne often what the word refers to. Even though the story becomes like a thread to each other.

I accidentally breathe from the depths of my gut. But it was both a sigh and a laugh.

Whatever, I felt like the one that hasn't been around in a long time. Yeah, but compared to silence and all that, it's better this way. I think it's a lot more than just getting mad at me.

A few words, Anne, that's how I exchange words with Philose-Treit. After all, the look on Philose-Treit's face remained somewhere stiff. Well, I would have solved some of it.

I think it was just then that I was making my body lean in pain wondering if I could manage to get the bottle of liquor I left on my pillow.

Second, there was a window in my sight.

At the end of the window, as always, the dead snow sucks in the sound, and the world is painted white. It was like trying to make the world dyed by humans and elves nothing.

Such a shade, as I've tried somewhere.

And so, between the dead and the snow. I saw something like a white butterfly. Open your eyes.

It swings blinkingly between snow, and so it disappears into white at times. But by no means the snow itself.

The sound of your throat swallowing sounds loudly in your ears. My general nerves were exfoliated and my consciousness was comfortable even reacting to a slight movement of air.

Keep an eye out. I looked out the window, trying to keep my whole body down. There are no more butterflies. But what I saw in this eye earlier is certainly a foreign object that I once saw.

- It was once the figure of a dead snow butterfly, who appeared in public to announce the coming of a catastrophe.

My brain marrow tells me. A definite intuition was beating my heart. The catastrophe that once whipped all human species is now in its place.