A Wish to Grab Happiness

Warden Paloma-Bashar was alone, caged in his chamber with his teeth rattling in his mouth. The finger hits the desk like it is unsettling. The sound of Kothon, Kothon, sounded vainly in the room for a while.

It's like a habit when he thinks. When I was late for some thought, a human being named Paloma had the habit of trying to solve it by being alone all the time.

Paloma-Bashar doesn't count on anything else human. Because Paloma knew perfectly well how vague and unfounded the human being is.

Even though I don't know much about things, I'm a smart mouth like I know. Fools who speak stupid paranoia as truth. There are many of them overflowing the world.

Regardless, I can't say enough that all the vague words are bad. In a way, socializing is also interesting where such ambiguity is tolerated.

Cheerfully telling and showing stories that only fly around with jokes, fabrications and rumors would be one of the skills needed to interact.

But Paloma was really bad at that. It is the duty of the nobility to do one or two of the social decrees to show them. But swinging ambiguous words around as you please doesn't get any better when you're old enough to deserve it.

Therefore, in the social world, the human appreciation of Paloma was only that of a person who was not interesting anywhere.

It would be solid, to put it well, but at least I'm sure I'm not a jokeable person.

Such a habit, Paloma no longer intends to fix it. I swallow that it is my nature. Scholar skin, or stubbornness. Speaking of aristocracy, it seems aristocratic.

That's why Paloma turns her mind around by herself. Decide not to rely on other human thoughts.

Suspicious eyes moved under closed eyelids, searching around for answers. As such, let your tightly closed lips loosen up.

"Hey, you must be here. Protector."

That was like whining to yourself, then a voice calling for something.

But no one else has entered the room, of course, the warden. That voice, too small, could not have been heard by anyone.

Though Sole often replies with a breathing voice.

"- Yes, yes, yes. What can I do for you, Warden?

He didn't jump and had a cheerful voice. I don't see that anywhere in the room, but only my voice sounds solid.

Paloma's use With demonic obedience, Sole speaks. His voice ran all over the room, but he never leaked out of the room wondering.

"Yes, but that's what's been happening for hundreds of years. I know your father well, your grandfather well, even before that. I had a little more work to do back then though. I hope it's easy after it's your turn!

Apparently, the Lord of the Voice is the nature of words popping up from next to next. As one word ends, we move on to the next topic.

This kind of accommodation was the kind of thing that I didn't like the most about Paloma. If this one doesn't try to stop the words, we'll keep talking until hours.

said Paloma, sighing depression into his chest.

"Isn't that natural? How can you handle things like you that you don't know how to handle easily? I don't know what it means to trust you from your ancestors."

Paloma's abominable gaze was directed hollow. Where no one is supposed to be, there's nothing. In fact, Paloma has not considered exactly where the Lord of the Voice is.

I knew that if he was in this prison, he would be everywhere. That's what he is.

long enough to be distracted. That's what was created back to the Divine Age, with a piece of witchcraft.

I don't know how that keeps me in jail like this, Paloma. He says he didn't know his father, his grandfather, or his ancestors before that.

But his ancestors used him as a demon, and sometimes behaved as a friend. When I first heard this story, Paloma remembered thinking that it was insane.

Why is it so easy to treat such a presence without knowing who it is or who it is? I don't know when I'm going to turn my fangs on this side.

From the beginning, Paloma hated something called magic, magic. Exercise the only vaguely understood theory below.

There is no one who can clearly answer why it occurs and why power can be created. Oh, my God, that's crap academia.

So Paloma, of course, does not trust the Protector, not even the magic magic, at the bottom of his heart. He will continue to doubt everything until he knows all about it.

Seeing Paloma's frustrating and carefree expression, the protector said.

"Then why did you choose the magician's path?

Don't slap me in the mouth for nothing, Paloma responded, saying so.

"Because I don't care about leaving things I don't know. Of course!

I see, and the protector responded with pleasure. Your always cheerful voice remains the same. After that, he finally enters the system of asking me questions.

How can it be troublesome to treat the habit of behaving like a demon? Paloma spoke with a few sighs. He sounded terrible to me.

- In prison, there's an intruder. Capture them.

The protector responded with a high voice, not showing himself. Didn't the warden just report that there were no abnormalities earlier?

Hearing the words, Paloma shook her neck long to the side.

"People are a pain in the ass. No matter how you scratch that word, the lies mix."

That's what the warden said about changing the carriage, but it's also doubtful how accurate it is.

Given the character of both the guards, a few of them would have made sure that there were no abnormalities on the carrier. It is too thin to be true with its reports.

Information should not be satisfactory in one. Two, three, no. It should be more than that. Otherwise you can't possibly be credible or anything.

So I feel abominable, but Paloma uses this one.

"Protector. Something must be sneaking into this prison. Look from corner to corner. If that's what you need, capture it or get your neck."

Paloma thought about this many times. But again, I'm not convinced.

Even though the merchant was attacked by a large number of night thieves and stolen his wagon, most of it will return unharmed. If your opponent is a night thief, it's not strange that they set everything on fire before they take it away. That's about it, night thieves. At least the carriage space should be broken.

That said, both the luggage and the carriage were safe. What luck. I don't trust you very much. The same goes for my men who don't suspect that. So I would say that something happened.

Paloma is a skeptical, stubborn person everywhere. My conclusion is that I don't try to bend it no matter how I scratch it.

There is only one exception to that. I serve myself as the guardian of this prison, just one user demon. I still don't know why, but Paloma trusted that this demonization would not make mistakes in that respect. Of course, I didn't try to admit it in my chest.

The protector still says in a cheerful singing voice.

"Yes, I did. You can do that if you're asleep, because this prison is like my five bodies."

The voice trembled greatly into the room and disappeared somewhere as it was.