A Wish to Grab Happiness

Inside the prison Bella's food vault, it's cold enough to be the result of death and snow. Even in my jacket, the chill crept into my skin.

Only those that cover a large number of stomachs in prison, the size of which is considerable. There will be no significant difference from the warehouse of the great merchants. Stuck is nothing more than a very laborious inspection from corner to corner.

A carrier that has just been transported in. With his hands on one of them, the guard said.

"How about that one? Is something wrong? I'm getting tired of painting bread."

"Hey, there were bugs. There can't be anything. You must be a coward to the warden."

Everyone was clearly a carefree voice. Warden, it was Paloma's word, so I am recklessly changing the carriage, but it seems that their energy itself is not so great.

Instead, I even had a full taste of laziness when it came to working in invisible places.

But I can't do that either. It is unscrupulous to change all this luggage from the beginning.

Anyway, the merchant guy is packing his stuff all the time wondering if this is still the case on the carrier. If you get your hands on it poorly, everything just collapses and takes extra effort. If we were to really confirm everything, that would be the big job that took us from morning to evening.

It's dinner time now. You can't possibly go through all that trouble.

One of the guards finally sat up and grabbed the bread that had been thrown on the carrier at his fingertips. It was strangely stiff because of the climate, but still enough to fill the belly.

My teeth eat into the bread dough and at some point the bread itself is disappearing from my hands. Next time I'd like something like dried meat if I could.

The guard thinks so, pointing his finger behind the carrier. The shade did not spread and look good, but the guard had the confidence to know immediately if the meat was touched.

More diligently than ever, I scratch the bread potato and take my arms back. What, no one will look at it. Everyone will be desperate for their own stuffing. Some of the guys would have gotten out of the vault already if they were bad.

Because that's what it is. Only one guard saw them.

- My arm, it was stretched. A long finger is pointed from the inside of the carrier toward this side.

I don't have time for guards to scream. No, because the guard broke his throat before he could say something, but he was in a good mood and tightened it up.

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Well, it's a hassle, no, it tasted bad.

Unexpectedly, it zeroes stupidity in your chest. Weird odors were still boiling from all over my body after I went outside because I was painting bread in the carrier.

The truth is, I was gonna sneak in late at night.

I let the feeling of the meat being tightened off my hands and hid my ears. There is no loud noise around. In order to hear footsteps and voices, there will be about two or three people in the vault.

It would be easier and better if I could tighten it up gently with a procedure like this one now. My lips pull unknowingly and exhale leaks. I felt the back of my skull hurt a lot.

Move your dry lips and squeal.

"I'd like you to stay put if you can. It's easier for one person to move because of their gender."

My cheeks hissed unexpectedly. That's not my stupidity for myself, let alone told the guards who would be wandering around.

I just said it to my companion, who comes out of the carriage. She affixes as much hardness to her expression as those two names deserve, she says.

"Did you just say something? Lord Rugis."

The steel princess showed her whole body with a light shoulder - her elbows unwittingly as she laid her eyes against Vestalinu-Guerla.

She does not say anything, but stares at the other side with her lips tightly closed.

What's the matter? Since yesterday, no, maybe before, but she's a strong hit on me? I mean, it's challenging, I get that attitude.

Perhaps this time he offered to accompany me because such confrontation was as sharp in his chest.

Whatever that is, it's far from the cold look she usually gives me and makes me feel like I'm watching something quite odd.

No matter, I understood why. It's just that my love for Bruder probably makes her take such an attitude.

No, you're absolutely right. While I'm at it, I can't really tell myself I'm a complete human being. I don't even think it's a joke. It must be a normal feeling to want to keep such a human being away from his relatives.

So it would be logical to take that pointy glance or the spit out emotion or so.

From then on, we dive into each other without much conversation and explore what's going on around us. In my skull, now my thoughts were moving that fingertip diligently trying to figure out how to untie this tangled thread.

After all, I was originally the only one planning to break into prison Bella. No, that's the only option I didn't want to take.

It was true that he wanted to crush the soldiers he had brought out, if possible, and stick his fangs straight up in the prison where the protectors were gone.

At least, I'm sorry for the grandeur from the front.

Because the reclining structure of this prison, Bella, was originally a relay fort connecting the front line with the Wang capital, and its construction is strangely robust.

Only one movable bridge is the way for the surveillance tower to keep an eye on the perimeter and enter the interior due to the structure surrounded by deep water moats.

Well, if you're out of use as a fort, you know exactly what structure you're going to want to reuse for something. The king who built it will also be rewarded.

I'm not a good attacker. I want you to add at least a little more palm. I want you to tell me about the secret loopholes.

But if you can't get through the front door with dignity, you have to get into the darkness. I'm used to those methods. Anyway, he had a good teacher.

I gently bite the tip of my finger against the chill and say as it folds.

"Vestalinu, all the mercenaries out there don't have to worry as much as shards."

In response to my words, Vestalinu even includes a slightly bragging sound in the words and returns it.

"Isn't that natural? I don't lead a soldier who can't think of one."

He put his hand on the treasure sword at his waist, saying so. Two footsteps, slowly approaching this way.

Looking at it from its strangely irregular way of making noise, I guess it's trying to carry even some big baggage. For example, it's food that can't be cut off. It's alcohol.

The shadow enters sight. He walks in every shake, as if he had revealed his cheerfulness. I just breathed a little so I wouldn't make a sound.

But I was wondering if it was a fairly cautious group because it was the kind of people who came to check inside the carriage. Apparently not to see how this goes. Is it just a whim?

Fine, you're welcome to stay put.

The walking shadow overlapped mine.

Moments, the appearance of the treasure sword stretches for a long time, and that's how it stays through the shadows. I had the feeling of sucking up blood in my hand.

Almost at the same time, Vestalinu's battle axe rips open the sky, smacking the guard's skull and jaw in one swing as he opened his eyes and burst his voice. As always, there was a heavy wave of meat and bone beating any good.

There were no more footsteps anywhere. Only distorted silence lies inside the food vault.

"So have you thought about the way out of here -?"

Vestalinu said so, as he whispered. Sure, it was the last time she was supposed to accompany me. It didn't explain much either.

I say, nodding aloud, creating a look that looks as spare as possible.

"- Hey, don't worry. Evil in their bellies. They're good at creeping."

I stroked the tip of my lips, turning my thoughts fully in my skull. Whatever it is, you're sure you've already gotten into their nostalgia.

Then all you have to do is make it happen. After that, I wonder if I can do it.

- If that's the guy, he would have done it without difficulty.

Oh, then I guess I'll have to do it, too. He stroked a white sword that he offered to his hips as he paired, sweeping blood from the treasure sword into his sheath.

Well, let's just take a step first, shall we? I'm tired of stopping.