A Wish to Grab Happiness

Burial prison Bella. present in the southeastern part of the Garrist kingdom. It was just like heaven for little filthy rats and worms.

It is cluttered at all times and there is little to sweep the shards of food that have fallen to the ground. The influence or humidity surrounded by water digging is also moderate and ideal for sleeping.

Besides, no one cares that you ran around the stone floor hallway as you please. Prisoners and guards were accustomed to such uncleanness.

Because of this environment, rats and bugs usually behave as they please here. I don't even know where I live.

But I hear that's just different today, too.

Sometimes the guards, looking for cleanliness or anywhere else in their heads, will not fade away, getting familiar and wiping the dirt off the hallway with cleaning equipment.

Of course, a very small number of such people existed from time to time, but everyone and everyone seems to be like that today. It's as if people have changed.

In such a way, both the rats pulled into the back in a grumpy manner. The unpleasant disinfectant smell gets on my nose.

When the floors and interiors were so visible for so long, the sound of a hard slap on the stone floor echoed inside the prison. Walking like a slap on the floor was like an upper class habit.

The guards greet the person as they align.

"... a hard, sticky moss is something you can't take off in a rush. If you want to hide the dirt, you can at least do it a little better."

The man who was welcomed said so in a nervous voice and rang the prison floor again. The warden starts leading the way to the deepest room, about beside the man.

The clothes of a man who sounds and walks with dignity are strangely extravagant of things that cannot be described as gorgeous, and are not much like prison.

Not only that, but every single one of his behaviors and words is far different from those around him. It also seemed like only one person was floating in the air.

Naturally, too, almost all those who guard prisons are vulgar commoners out there. Something I don't even know about is learning.

But the man was different.

He made himself a member of the aristocratic class, head of the prison bella. Warden Paloma-Bashar. Who has been delegated by King Garrist full powers over prisoners in prison Bella.

That said, that is only a literal story, and the reality is that Paloma seldom sits in jail.

Because there is hardly anything in this prison that comes into my nostalgia. What you get is about the title Precision is Patriot. Then it would be more beneficial to concentrate on territorial management.

If it was meant to be, I didn't want to carry my legs here this time.

With bitter bites in her mouth, Paloma lets her big legs step into the warden's office.

Was this place cleaned with a lot of force or it still looked better than the other places we did in the rush.

Still, Paloma distorted her eyes tremendously and pulled her beard lightly on her mouth dissatisfied. That's how I turn to the warden, I say.

"How is she?"

her. When Paloma pronounced the synonym on this occasion, the warden was well aware of what it meant.

All I'm saying is I was ready, and the warden keeps his words lined up.

"Yes, if it's prisoner number 2066, we treat it politely in the VIP Prisoner's Office. Nothing's wrong so far."

There was nothing behind it and it was a word that just represented the state it was in. Nothing more.

Prisoner number 2066, prisoner name Nines. She is the raised parent of the great sinner Rugis, and at the same time the raised parent of the Archdiocesan Virgin Arueno.

I'm sure everyone burned their hands at that treatment.

Given our relationship with the great sinner Rugis, we can't possibly very well see its existence and pretend not to see it.

But if it touches its body without darkness, and it reaches the Virgin's place of inquiry, what awaits is the ruin of itself.

Because of that, Nines was like dealing with a tumor, and he drifted from prison to the next, and finally to Burial Prison Bella.

To put it badly, I'm just saying that the paloma was pushed.

Paloma talks with the warden without gazing at him, moving his mustache. It was like talking that included something.

"- Why not? She is the raised parent of the great sinner Rugis. There is no doubt that he is an associate of the Old Church. Bring out your confession now."

I don't care what means you use. To the words, the warden unexpectedly raises both eyebrows and rounds his eyes. I was stuck in words about what I said for a moment.

No other warden, Paloma himself, told me to treat the Nines politely when I got here. Then why did he say the opposite now?

Unexpectedly, I asked him if it was good. I guess I expected that. Paloma's voice was unleashed to swallow the warden's words.

"Not good, not bad. That's what happened already. That woman has nothing to do with the Virgin, she's just an evil old man"

Paloma goes on with the words, saying so. It was one of several muscle tracks I had in mind in the carriage leading up to here.

"There was a snitch from among the old faithful to sell her off. Upon pressing her confession below, she pleads guilty to her sins and is executed at the end of the day in the capital of the king."

I've already decided with such a musical book, so push it.

The warden made no further objection. More than Paloma tells us, that is the truth within this prison. Instead, you can blame yourself if you pinch your mouth softly.

Paloma still leaks a sigh in her mouth as the warden drops off his head with respect and leaves the warden's office. He didn't seem to have the indiscretion to leak it outside.

Only that gaze turns into something rugged.

- I didn't know we were going to be able to undo the Catholic faults.

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Valerie-Brightness runs down the street, leaving traces of heavy hooves on the snowfields. Behind it thousands of soldiers and cavalry follow, and run again in the same way. The sound of a military shoe called Gachari was thrown into the sky, claiming strongly even in the dead snow.

Is it because of the skill of the handkerchief? Valerie's horse keeps pushing around and out.

With the momentum that could no longer leave the soldiers behind, a bouncing, flying voice echoed towards Valerie's back, causing him to run his horse.

"- General. General Brightness! Please loosen the reins, the shepherds are leaving!

That was my first voice call of the day. The voice lord, Neymar-Gloria, lets her breath out, but still manipulates the horse magnificently to chase her to Valerie's back.

Then finally, I guess the surroundings stopped in Valerie's pitiful eyes as well. Oh, but it seemed to Neymar that Valerie stopped the horse and looked back behind her.

Soon after Neymar breathes, Valerie tells her.

"What's up, Deputy Neymar?"

Really, Valerie said that as she rocked her short hair to speak even of pure doubt. For the rest, Naimar opens his eyes wide and spits out the words.

"As you can see, if you proceed with the momentum as it is now, there will be a deserter among the soldiers. So…"

In the middle of the words, Valerie nodded small as she ate Naimar's words, yes. That ended the conversation.

This exchange has happened several times before. That's how she pushes forward again, as if she doesn't understand.

Perhaps this time too, she doesn't understand what the problem is with the essential parts. Soon, Naimar's chest began to be dim against Valerie, with something like deep suspicion.

A man named Valerie-Brightness would have indisputable talent. I know exactly how to twist a horse and look at one of my outfits.

More than an old general named Richard, who had previously been accompanied by Neymar, she had unleashed a distinctive polished atmosphere.

Instead of a harsh presence like Richard's, she has a danger that could pierce her opponent with one gaze.

Seeing that, I knew perfectly well why she had been entrusted to the guardian fort, the corner of it, in the service of slaughtering the Warcraft.

Relaxed everywhere and strong everywhere, she must be a base for soldiers. They are above all necessary elements in confronting the anomaly of the Warcraft.

But Neymar thinks. On the other hand, she's too strong.

The consciousness is hidden everywhere that there is no way that others can do it because they can do it.

It is not the act of arrogance that is unnecessarily bad in nature. She really must not understand why others can't keep up with her.

Seeing that point, a general named Valerie was as separate from Richard. Nature is the other way around.

Naimar orders the soldier to take a short break as he spits out the whites. Wherever we're going, their legs won't hold as they are now. Plus, we need to absorb the shepherds. Perhaps that's what you do too.

When I narrowed my eyes, for a moment, the face of the abominable old general passed my thoughts. Strong and powerful cage at the fingertips of Neymar holding the bow.

- How dare you? Well, it's something you've used your good offices on such occasions. What about that battalion leader?

Neymar found that the canine teeth rang with a strangely sharp sound. I cannot regret my shallowness, which is so well embedded in such a good that I can only marginally relate to the high-ranking aristocratic Fomor family.

"Deputy Neymar, we're going south of here."

When we finally had a little bit of absorption of the deserters, Valerie said, in a voice like telling Naimar alone.

At the end, Naimar returns the words as he gives instructions to the soldiers. I heard you were supposed to head to the Eastern border, but do you mean to set up a relay point along the way?

However, there are no major shocks going south of here either. Precisely to the extent that there was one prison.

When Neymar told him so, Valerie nodded and responded as small as earlier.

"- Exactly. My team is headed to prison, Bella."