A Wish to Grab Happiness

After Largd-Ann had left the room for a while, he opened his mouth in anticipation of the time.

Inside the room, Philose-Trait seemed so uncomfortable, rocking his legs as he sat down in his chair.

"Like I said, I need your help, too. I have business in the Garrist Kingdom."

Listening to my words, Philose-Trait narrowed his white eyes hard as he raised his face. She opens her mouth wide without even seeing the big patrol.

"- Sorry, but I don't want to. I can't hear that word. You're mistaken for a servant or something, aren't you, Rugis-Vrilligant?"

Phyllos-Trait made his lips jump with the momentum of slamming down on the ground as I asked him to do so.

What can be seen there is a plausible manifestation of rejection. Of course I also foresaw some reaction like that, but I still didn't expect it to bounce back so hard to this point.

While bandaging himself in the arm, he asks why. Philos responded by saying that he understood everything.

"Like I said. I'm not your servant, and I can't say enough on your side. Now it would be like a temporary ally, or prisoner."

Well, if you're a submissive prisoner, you'll honestly nod at what the guards say. Yes, once the words were cut off and the sharp end of the eye was held up, Philos took over the words.

"We thank you for your salvation, and if it is for the citizens of Philos, we will cooperate in its governance. But I can't ride your thoughts, and I won't."

In a room where there was nothing to speak of but two, Philos affirmed so without hesitation. Just that it can't be anything else.

What was behind her words was clear. In other words, it guides the cheapness of a city called Philos.

Whatever the reality, it is an indisputable fact that Philose-Trait was the ruler of the city Philos.

Then if the man became an ally of the crest religion, and if he were in tune with his thoughts and showed hostility to the kingdom of Garrist, it would be close to plunging itself into ruin.

If you turn your fangs against the giant dragon garrison kingdom, you know what the future will be. The city of Philos could survive to this day because it did not defy the powerful.

No doubt the Kingdom of Garrist takes away the autonomy of the city of Philos, whether it is true or false if it shows a hostile will. Sometimes even with force.

To be honest, even a temporary alliance with creed is dangerous enough. Even if it's something she's tied to personally, how far can you ask?

If you try Philos, the last line you can accept to form an alliance, if you can't step in any further, that's what I guess.

Within hearing Philos' words, fingertips unknowingly wrapped around the bandage had stopped. There's even an admiration in my chest.

She, a man named Philose-Trait, is a betrayed man.

It is an indisputable fact that the citizens of the city of Philos sold her out and hit her with a stick, so to speak there was a fan named Roseau.

Then even the shards in the back of the chest can be combined with hatred and resentment. It should be good to have the muddy thought of poking our citizens into the dark.

Even a human being called a saint would let the edge of his eye faintly lurk if it were the same thing.

No, perhaps she naturally shares those emotions, too. I'm just tying it up with an autonomous mind that can be called my own stupidity.

Hats off. I'd even like to applaud you. I hope you don't mind showing that at this time.

Say, with words once in your mouth. Add decorations to make it as easy for her to accept as possible.

"- I'm not asking you to bite me into the garrison kingdom about anything. I want you to write to a few people to say hello, that's all."

To my words, Philos frowned suspiciously. I guess I can't read this one's intentions.

On the other hand, I put a grin on my cheek and kept the words going. Inside, things were stuck like starchy mud.

Oh, I don't like it. I really don't like it. Something grabbed me around the back of my stomach. I didn't feel that way.

"I want to know how the Garrist nobleman is spending his time, and I want to include one of his explorations"

There is no exaggeration here that a city called Philos is now the most eye-catching city in the kingdom of Garrist.

Under the occupation of crests, are citizens friendly or defiant to their rule? To whom does the ruler Phyllos-Trait intend to confer the Catholic Church and the Crest?

As we explore them, a few spies should be entering the city in an age of death and snow.

If a letter came in from Philos, the party, saying hello, he would have some reaction. With that reaction, I want to include exploration.

What you should see is its reaction rate.

If a heralded group of warcraft from a catastrophe is entering the garrison, the response will be followed and the reaction will be delayed. If so, the reaction will be swift. Stress that it is that part that you want to know, and tell Philos.

There's nothing hostile about it if you just keep your mouth shut.

In my words to that effect, Philos put his finger on his chin and gave him a hard look. Seems like he's been thinking about it for a long time, and his feet are retreating one step at a time.

Speaking of me, swallow the bitter things that come up in my chest and narrow my eyes. I said the words slightly lower and whisper.

"- Okay. Then let's call it a deal. In the future, if the crest religion leads to the conclusion that it will leave a wound on the city of Philos, I will do whatever is possible to facilitate it."

I don't know how much my words are worth, but with that added, I chew cigarettes out of my nose.

To be honest, I don't think it would be a good idea to let this happen out of your mouth, but in some cases. Let me ask your forgiveness.

Philos moves his lips as he opens his white eyes to the word for a moment.

"For convenience, what an ambiguous word. Then I'm in trouble - if you mean to always be on my side when me and the crest are in a confrontational relationship, let's cooperate, Rugis-Vrilligant"

For a moment, intertwine your gaze with Philos. It was time as if we stopped breathing with each other. The taste of chewing tobacco strangely thickly passes through the nostrils.

Are you sure? I returned the words, chewing them up in my skull.

"It would be good, if it were within the bounds of not being betrayed, I would be greatly helpful. Then why not? Now we're going to be close to each other."

Take Philos' hand with the chewing tobacco on his lips. I thought it was a very small hand, unlike the impression I get.

Quickly and just sit back in the chair and leak in turn the person to be sent standing next to Philos, who will ink the parchment paper, what to write. Philos corrected that into a noble word and assembled the sentence for me.

One unscrupulous, non-greeting statement. It doesn't even make sense to write a letter.

From time to time, Philos also checked to see if this was really all he wanted, but if he didn't mind, he would return it that way. Yeah, well, whatever it is.

If you say so, I don't care what the speed of reaction you gave her earlier is. All I needed was the fact that she sent out a letter.

Finally, he drops his signature on parchment and then opens his mouth, including a bare gesture as he recalls. Wherever possible, be careful not to be understood that it was intended from the beginning.

"That's the name of Philose-Trait. Then it will be a letter as governor. Right..."

Lurk the eyebrow root reflexively. Without knowing the edge of his lips, he was chewing.

Shame on you. Yeah, shame on you. Now I'm trying to trick and exploit her for my own ends. I'm trying to hold on to Petten's deal and get her to step out where she can't get herself back.

Exactly as far as evil goes. At all, they seem to be good at seeing through their nature.

No defense can be made to try to get this body and soul torn to pieces later. Rather, let's spoil it and accept it.

Lips, open.

"- I'll have your real name. Will you sign it?"

The destination for sending the letter is the truly aristocratic nobles who once found the presence of a concubine princess and tried to hold the real power of the Garrist kingdom. Ambitious humans.

Phyllos-Trait doesn't know his blood line, but they do know the name of the concubine princess.

Under them like that, a letter is sent by Philos, who should no longer have forsaken his name, in his original name.

It would be enough as an ingredient to make you imagine some background. At least it should be good enough to stimulate and boil the ambitions of the unblessed human beings of the King.

Well, I hope things work out for you.

There are a few places you want to be, but as a result, a place called politics boils down a little bit, and if the anger just flies, that's fine first.

That way, the movement of the army can be disrupted. It will disappear with dew, such as cooperation between the National Army and aristocratic private soldiers, which will be indispensable to counteract the group of warcraft like the sea.

If so, the garrison kingdom and any scratches can't be prevented.

Well, what I'm reading is a hopeful observation. Everything doesn't turn well early. Other hands should be exhausted enough. Whatever it is, the Garrist Kingdom's response to the Warcraft needs to be slowed down.

- Anyway, a big country called Garrist can't easily work with countries just because a swarm of warcraft is imminent.

At least, it used to be. After losing their half, they finally realized that things weren't a substitute for their little hands.

At the end of the day, a man named Humanity can't defend himself unless he's torn up and cornered.

Then it would be conscience to make a cut from this side. Even if it involves massive bleeding.