A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Will you never exchange words with your sister again in the future, or will you take your sister's hand and leave the battlefield?

Vestalinu-Guerla remembers that the words he used to poke at Rugis were such.

I ended up without Yea in the booze seat then, but even then I don't remember Vestalinu letting me lose that inquiry.

Vestalinu is convinced that if he is to be involved with his own sister, it is only one of them. Otherwise, my sister will always be unhappy. That's all I can't forgive, no matter what.

And. Vestallinu still greatly questions the human nature of Rugis.

Whatever his actions and will are in the poles where he has boiled impotence and recklessness. Can it be said to be true to fulfill it? I know he's not a bad guy, but he still doesn't seem very much like a person who can safely keep his sister.

Instead, why is my sister in love with such a person? I didn't understand Vestalinu as if. If I were a little more serious, I would have welcomed myself.

That is why Vestalinu responded comfortably to Rugis's request this time around. It's because my sister can't move and that's how she can move. Berfein Mercenaries shoes advanced in the dead snow.

Of course, there is an intention that we should maintain good relations with the creed religion, but this is an indisputable opportunity. An opportunity to determine the true value of a human being named Rugis.

At any rate to this time, neither Kalia-Birdnick, who did not try to leave him as though he had even been chained, nor Fialert-la-Borgograd, who turns about like a shadow. Even the sign of the Elf Queen has disappeared somewhere.

Isn't it a great stage to identify the nature and value of him alone?

If in this case he is a man who can only wield reckless barbarity, Vestalinu thought it would be all right.

- At that time, follow the lessons of the battlefield and ask him to grow up a little. That's one of the legs you should lose.

I'm sure that God will forgive you, too. Because dear, above all, it's an act of deep love. Vestalinu shines a magnificent large eye and looks at Rugis beside him.

The face looking over the mercenary's face while chewing on the cigarette seemed to be doing something worthwhile. What words and plot maps are spreading in its chest are unlikely to be readable.

With only a few lips pointed, Vestalinu tells in his ear.

"The decree has returned. The soldiers used by prison Bella are about three or four hundred. The quality of the equipment is not bad."

(10) There is no error in the information. Anyway, it's the result of following his request and running multiple orders to jail.

But whatever the truth of the information, I'm sure it's not too good information.

The number of soldiers is equal to or slightly higher than this one. If you imitate spears superimposed from the front with a positive attack method, casualties will undoubtedly occur, even without defeat. If you get scratched in a field like that, something that easily falls off the morale of a mercenary.

After that, Rugis was after him, and there's no way he could have done it, such as imitating the prison bella.

Now, why are you letting me see it, Vestalinu looked at the side of Rugis loosening his eyes to provoke him.

Honestly, I expected it. Show me where he's impudent, or give me an atmosphere of impatience.

A man named Vestalinu did not have the nature to rejoice in a man's misfortune, but he seemed to have a rare and hostile sprout against a man who took away his sister's love.

So I guess, in the next moment, Vestalinu blinked his eyelashes, as he clapped out.

"Fine, then. Then talk fast. There are only two things I want you to do, Vestalinu. First, I want you to hit the play well. And then... I'll take it."

That, what an extra voice. Beat Vestalinu in the ear. It was as if it had been created.

I don't care.

The voice of Rugis is transmitted in a frustrating way to Vestalinu's chest. Just a little more, you could show me something like a rush. I know it's an ugly emotion, but I still couldn't help but contain it.

Unexpectedly, Vestalinu's eyes narrowed.

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Burial prison Bella. Warden Paloma-Bashar looked bitter and slapped his own desk in the palm of his hand. Apparently it was his habit when it showed impatience rather than frustration exposure.

The moustache is heavily distorted. Paloma leaked her words as she rattled her teeth.

"What do you think? The soldiers... are back. Or are you not coming? See?"

Obviously, the voice that exposed the upset. Perhaps he is not used to these unexpected things, the warden understood in one word.

It's not like I'm a bad person. He is a slightly suspicious person, but as a lord he would be superior. But such humans become terribly timid in emergency situations, especially for acts such as sending out soldiers. At least so were his predecessors, his father.

Because he knew those trends, the warden dared to nod slowly and speak in a low voice.

"Don't worry. As you instructed, I sent out every possible soldier. You won't have to be afraid of night thieves."

They were indisputable facts. It would be enough to send out as many as a hundred soldiers as it should be, but I am putting four hundred on the lookout, including guards, in consideration of a careful paloma. It's a form of spitting out personnel with minimal security.

Not very much, but not the number of night thieves who can be on target wandering around here. In the first place, the periphery of the prison bella is not so much an area with so many villages and cities, so to speak, an area that makes clean poverty a good thing.

If you are a large group of night thieves, it is common to root out wealthier lands. It does not show its face in such a place. The scale is known at a time when an ambushed merchant can escape.

On several occasions, it was when the warden finished answering Paloma's timid question. The door is knocked a little hard. Paloma was making her shoulder jump unknowingly.

But the beating method is unique to the conductor. The door opens very soon, the decree tells.

"Dear Warden, Warden. Soldiers are back! Damage is minor!

That said, the tone of the decree is improving somewhere. This is not the case if it is a sad message. Rather, it becomes a fine one.

As the warden bent the wrinkles, he asked how the supplies were.

Probably been waiting for that inquiry. The decree raised both eyebrows, saying that the majority were safely transported into every carriage vault.

When I heard that much, Paloma finally opened her mouth.

"... how was the night burglar? Did you run, or did you crusade?"

Paloma was piercing the eyes of the commanding soldier as he stroked his moustache, not to appease the soldier's return. Mumbling unexpectedly at that gaze, the conductor answers that all fled.

Paloma's long, sharpened eyebrows bounce upwards to show the depth of suspicion. That's how I used to work out my words in my mouth before I said it.

"I don't know if that's what happened, Warden. He said the night thief had taken his prey and was sigging it in his belly. Do you imitate that you spit out the majority of them and run away?"

Hearing Paloma's words, the warden accidentally snorted. I didn't think it was the nature of Paloma to say such things once and for all. This is at least something that wasn't there when I was a previous generation.

Doubtful or timid?

Back in my predecessors, all subsequent processing was left to the warden if things were resolved. I guess you weren't interested in the prison thing originally.

The same should have happened to the current lord's paloma in that he was not interested. It's just that he's implanted the seed of skepticism in his skull. When the wind knocks on the window hard before going to bed at night, I get paranoid that even some suspicious person might have approached me by accident.

What's the matter, the warden strokes the wrinkles with his fingers.

"Rest assured, Master Paloma. That's what night theft is all about. You don't have ideas or rationality."

He must have escaped because of the high number of soldiers on this side where he was leaning even with alcohol. I swallowed the word of the warden who said it that way, once, and yet Paloma overlaps the words.

"- Check all the cargo carriers. There's nothing strange in it, everything."

That was a terrible, cold voice.