A Wish to Grab Happiness

The smell of sandstone and dead grass mixes with the air, pounding its nostrils against the wind.

I miss it, it was a smell I once tasted so much that I didn't like it. I thought I was tired of it already, but now is it human habit to even think of homecoming?

Those smells are also squashed within close proximity by the desperate snow falling. Now Sang Dynasty and Snow had wiped out the earth, spreading their dominions and scattering themselves all over the world.

He shakes his lid and throws his sight from the top of a small high hill to below his eyes.

The Great Augus River, the boundary separating the Garrist kingdom from the Eastern group of urban states. The great river, which was supposed to encourage distribution, is now completely frozen and loaded with dead snow. Now you won't have to use the bridge to cross to the opposite shore.

Of course, the influence of the Garrist kingdom itself extends to the Eastern group of urban states, and only future generations of historians will know where to from a clear border.

First of all, it was true that the Kingdom of Garrist had exercised its sovereignty with the great boundaries of this great river.

Now, a crest marshal has lined himself up to cover the abyss of the great river across the border.

He was dressed in a grey military outfit for death and snow, and everyone could see him breathing white even from afar.

The number is about 3,000 soldiers. In view of the scale of the forces called crest religion, it would be on a scale that we cannot hope for any more. How dare you, well, that's all you got fixed up for me.

Though I did tell him to line up his soldiers along the Augus River, I didn't imagine him sending soldiers in the dead snow this way either.

Though it is sufficient in the sense of having the Garrist kingdom gather its ears and eyes on the eastern border.

If you whine that slightly, words will fly that will sigh instantly. The cold skies used to make sounds.

"It was a real fuss, Lord Rugis. To the point of entering our ears, mercenaries."

Saying so beside her, the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu-Guerla drifted a white pocket around her mouth.

To hear, the great fate of the march sent down by the Virgin Mattia. With one order, Largdo-Ann, an executive member of the crest army, did not adjust with it. Largdo-Ann was extremely busy enough to have a single meal.

In any case, the crest army does not envisage carrying out a death and snow expedition or other shards, and is not even seriously equipped. In addition, it is necessary to secure a supply route to avoid starvation and freezing in the expedition.

They must all be made from scratch and unprepared. I see, how spectacular time and effort it takes there. I don't even want to imagine.

Lord Ann was grumbling your name like a grudge, Vestalinu said as he tipped his neck.

I don't know, distort the edges of my lips. from thirst or stroked his throat running dull pain with his fingers.

"Too much care. You lose your mind. I'm so scared to see you next time - so, Princess Iron and Steel, are you ready for the Berfein mercenaries?"

Ask him so while making a white tweezer in his mouth. Whatever you didn't have time for, make it a crest marshal. Make it a Berfein mercenary. It should be the same.

Vesterine made her lips jump as she wrapped herself in armor that prepared her fur everywhere.

"Yeah, of course. We're all set no matter what time it is. Belfein mercenaries, even if their bodies are on soft beds, are dreaming of going to war."

The words were stretched with the pristine atmosphere of Vestalinu. The tone without any shaking indicates that there is nothing to lurk behind that voice.

Wonderful, dependable words everywhere. I'm just putting together a rough Bellefein.

Let's get them to work full time this time. In any case, it is the mercenaries who trade their lives for their lives, not the national army or merchants, who let death and snow wield them the most, and the market is set.

At the same time as I let the biting cigarette stick in my mouth, something like cheer echoed from around where the Berfein mercenaries were in formation.

I'm guessing it's also a liquor tasting in the name of ideas to make this cold breezy bush a little more comfortable. Looks the same and above all.

I even thought about Bruder. Being Vestalinu's sister and my friend, she is working with the Berfein mercenaries on their actions.

Now I should have settled in Galuamaria to heal the wounds I sustained in the city of Philos, but I still cared a little about her.

Anyway, once I lost her, she puts a few holes in my chest.

When Vestalinu takes my word for it, he secretly strengthens his gaze.

I told him that my casual inquiry touched the institution that was responsible for the emotions that existed in his body. No, I don't remember hearing such disturbing things.

"... the capacity has settled down considerably. This time, the boulders cut me off, but my body will soon be moving."

Just leaked a hard word, Vestalinu closed his lips. The expression is also somewhere sharp.

To see how it goes, maybe Bruder also said he would accompany this march. There is even a verse called Blooder that makes it a good idea to jump resolutely into danger somewhere on its own.

Although it's a little hard to judge whether those trends should be referred to as beauty or vice. To see Vestalinu's attitude, it may have also been some clash between the sisters from that point of view. Then it wouldn't be a topic to touch on too much.

To the words of Vestalinu, nod gently and return. Well, if you're safe, that's a good thing. Let's take another look at the opportunity and go for a drink.

"So, come on, Lord Rugis, I want you to tell me what we should be made of. If you give the mercenaries a job, I will disqualify you from leading them."

Does it rock even in the nearby cold village, Vestalinu makes his voice jump lightly. I haven't told them where they are yet.

It's not that I don't trust them, I was just thinking about how I told them.

I woke up biting cigarettes on my lips once and rolled my unique scent at the tip of my nose. I fixed the words in my thoughts a few times, but I stopped being stupid.

There's only one thing I can do to fix it. Throw your gaze at Vestalinu and tell him to bite it off.

"Vesterine, mercenary formation has been decided since ancient times. Just make it happen."

I opened my eyes and deliberately held up the ends of my lips.

Mercenaries have changed their appearance considerably by time and region. Sometimes it was treated like a noble private soldier, while others were no different from bandits.

By the time there was no concept of a national army, I also heard that mercenaries dotted everywhere were soldiers of the state itself.

But from that time to this day, there is a tradition of mercenaries that remains the same.

- It's clogged, raided and plundered. Fighting and taking away.

"There's a prison in the Garrist kingdom called the burial ground. He's an old man who's been working for a long time. Good. Plus or minus, I'm gonna need you to finish your job."

I can see that Vestallinu raised his eyelashes high. Was there anything I thought of just a little bit? My lips, who usually don't look so lost in words, shake a few times to find out what to say.

After showing her a few seconds of patrolling, she said.

"Even if it means and receives rescuing someone from prison?

Vestalinu's breathing is slightly rough. White jaws were thrown out into the universe.

The inquiry was not so much about grasping sincerity as about wanting to confirm something.

Look me straight in the eye and say.

"Of course. But that's not all. I told you to pull the curtain."

I carried on the word, keeping my lips rippled. I was impressed with what Vestalinu was saying. Grasp your fingers gently.

"Burial prison Bella is no longer a symbol of persecution of the crest religion. The position of crests and archdeacons will never change as long as there is an array. The persecuted and the persecuted."

I can't cover anything with deep roots in my head, even where this one bit me a little bit more. The relationship between the strong and the weak is something like that.

If the relationship as it is lasts forever, the creed and the archdiocese will no longer have to eat each other until one of them disappears from the earth.

People don't give away profits or advantages that they earn once. So they foot the crest religion at all times, persecute the crest religion, and prove their superiority.

That's how prison Bella is, the symbol itself.

"So I just have to crush it already. That's all we have to do, Vesterine. Easy, just one prison, just erase the name from the top of the map"