A Wish to Grab Happiness

King Garrist Capital.

There was a storm in the separate residence of the Fomor family, slightly far from its brilliant central town. It is truly delightful to speak with a flickering voice.

"That sounds terrible. No. Can I say it suits a villain like you? Sooner or later, the sword you wield will return to you."

Storm spokesperson Valerie-Brightness loosens muscles all over his body as he speaks that way. He casually called out to the person in front of him as he laid his finger loosely on his own lips. Any number of words come out of my throat zero.

What a rarity for her to not usually say she has that much mouth count, her tongue was oddly smooth today.

"At last the old turned, or didn't the liquor burn your head off"

Released from the lips are a number of spicy words as if throwing even hard stones. But oddly enough, all of them included familiarity.

And it seems to be a testament to our love.

Bad Richard-Permilis, sitting face-to-face, opened his mouth as he took the rubble of Valerie's words and chewed it up with his teeth as it was.

"Say stupid, Valerie. The only time I'm old is when this body dies."

Richard says with a grin as he wraps a large bandage around his belly wound.

Because of his old age, the scars in the Sanio match were still visible in his physical saving, but the expression still reminded him of his wretched cunning appeared to be alive.

The liquor poured into his throat gently subsides in his stomach. Richard narrowed his eyes comfortably.

On several occasions, there was a conversation without any other love. A conversation that can't be described as something that deepens old relationships, like flying debris.

But that seems to be their normal conversation. They seemed to understand that that sense of distance was optimal from each other.

- I didn't know you were going to kneel on the battlefield.

Valerie says, pouring wine into the glass herself. Normally, we don't pour alcohol with our own hands, but only today did the servants tell us to stay away from the room where they were sitting.

Anyway, we're supposed to be busy with each other. I can't help exchanging words if I don't happen to have the chance for Tsukiko to have the same eyes.

That's why when those coincidences overlapped, it was common for the two of us to drink each other. Even so, the liquor that passes through each other's throats is something else.

Richard responds as he deepens his facial wrinkles into Valerie's words. It was a strangely floating voice.

"I don't know what to hide. Neither do I. At this age, I could feel that the struggle had not disappeared. Ka, haha."

I can't wait to see Richard talk like that. Valerie is about to unwittingly nibble the wine out of her mouth. A soft feeling struck over my tongue.

Richard's expression seemed to even grin somewhere on the back of his back with words, and he didn't seem to bite off remorse like he was very naughty or anything.

No, the fact is, he may hold it in his chest for sure, but I guess he doesn't have it with him anymore, such as honesty enough to put it on his face.

That was a pleasure for Valerie.

What if? If this spicy had sunk into sorrow, Valerie must not have known what words to hang.

He panicked and might have even leaked words he wasn't supposed to say. It would hardly expose him, and without knowing it, Valerie was stroking his chest.

I open my mouth, staring at Richard's expression.

"You were definitely an outlaw named Rugis or something, the other guy. They're still raging around quite well."

I'm not going to be able to go home to Suziv for a while either because of that, Valerie continued.

Hearing the word and name from Valerie's mouth, Richard raised both eyebrows slightly. Deepen the wrinkles of your expression as you perceive where the words are intended.

What Valerie talks about is what Richard has already heard. The crest religion, which was supposed to lurk its momentum into the Dead Snow, is now once again gathering soldiers near the eastern border of the Kingdom of Garrist to show its fangs.

The name of the one who leads the soldiers is Rugis, who was given the name of a hero over Matia the Witch. In the Garrist kingdom, a man called evil itself and hated.

It is as if it is uncertain what Rugis intends to accomplish on the Eastern border.

Are you just trying to form a demonstration using soldiers, or are you really willing to step into the border in the dead snow?

At least it must be ridiculous to gather soldiers while the snow falls. That's why I can't even ignore it.

If for whatever reason the enemy is pressing against us and sending soldiers to prevent it, it is nothing more than no longer making a body as a nation. Even if we don't really poke spears at each other and take our lives, we need to do something to make a stare at each other.

Therefore, Valerie-Brightness, who was supposed to return to Fort Sziff as soon as he was ready, is still being pushed into the detached quarters of the King's capital.

That's all. In a little while, the task of hitting the defense near the Eastern border was to come down from the top.

I don't know if the National Army is purely understaffed, or just a mess of political ground, but Valerie deliberately shoulders that it's a good annoyance if you try to be the one to swing.

Richard must have been unexpected by Valerie's condition, and narrowed his eyes to show his old age. Valerie quietly waves her lips as she gazes at Richard.

"- I'd like to hear it for your information. You see what the enemy is after. Do you really think we're going to attack from the border?"

Not long after thinking about it, Richard responded. Words even mix with sounds like ridicule.

"I wouldn't. Then he won't either - that's my ex. This is the hand he likes to use."

Deepening his wrinkles, Richard said.

Yes, it certainly was when I grabbed the Birdnick family courtier. Rugis used the soldier to his own ends behind him.

It made him look bold and ridiculous, and turning his hands on guidance and resourcefulness was his specialty M.O.

People get too foolish about little things if they get their eyes on big things. Richard says he knew about it well before he taught him.

Valerie nodded with sophistication, prompting Richard to follow. Valerie's chest accepts Richard's words honestly as they are.

Valerie knows her own man well enough to be on the battlefield. On the other hand, it was also well understood that in other parts, people needed help from others.

That's why I wanted certainty about what I needed to do. And here I am today.

Valerie believes that there are many places to think about it, but if it is still Richard's words, it is enough to be sure. Richard closed his lips for a moment and placed the liquor bottle on the table.

Its fingertips gently tangle its beard and say so.

"- You can't read everything. I know you want me to look east, but it doesn't look like the crest religion is ready for the West. Then you must be a person first."

people. Valerie said, as if to return Richard's words as they were.

Richard responds, staring into Valerie's sharp eyes.

"There is. See you. There's one place in this country where crest humans are stuffed like pigs."