A Wish to Grab Happiness

Paloma-Bashar breathes when he sees a piece of the sorcery kingdom wither away. My heart was palpitating so much that I thought it was after I ran through it with all my might. Something cold crawls through my spine.

Those were indisputable traces of upset. Unhidden emotions cover the entire body of the paloma. One word was running behind my brain with strong pain.

Loser of treachery, Lord of evil, Great Evil Rugis. Fewer strangers in the kingdom of Garrist, their abominable name.

That opponent is here now. To this burial prison Bella.

It's bullshit that you wouldn't even have to deal with if it were you. With a suspicious paloma, my heart would never have jumped and moved without darkness. I hear that you are a person who prefers to act alone, but there is no way that important figures in crest teachings can enter such a place in a state.

Yes, if it were meant to be. There's no reason.

But now there was a reason in this prison that the Rugis might tread on their own. Even if it's a reason, it's a terribly small thing if you try it as a paloma. There's at least one factor that reminds me of him. Paloma hastily moved the pigeon.

- That means his raised parent, Nines, is here.

Paloma does not know the character of those who become Rugis. You may or may not be a cold person.

But if you are a person who affirms that you move thick and emotional in your emotions. If only he knew where the only human being was.

Can you also think of entering prison with a small force of madness in passion?

That's just suspicion. Small, then an idea that doesn't even deserve consideration.

But a few years ago, I couldn't even think that the crest religion would expand its power so far. That was impossible. What couldn't have happened is happening now. It was he who caused it that way.

Then it's too ridiculous to say that it's impossible to get everything done in one word. Paloma circles her thoughts as she beats her heart. Something close to frightening my spine ran away.

In addition to that, another piece of information hunts down Paloma. That voice that comes directly to your spirit. It's the voice of the devil.

"... ok"

Although old-fashioned, Paloma has a sorcery contract with the demon of use. Through that contract, we were able to read each other's situations, although not everything.

That contract speaks now. The user demon is defeated by someone, terribly exhausted, and at the end of the day, it does not wait for a few hours to vanish. It was passed down to the edge of magic, with an unquestionable sense of reality.

That means the biggest spear Paloma has lost. That is nothing short of having enemies with the power to destroy demons at the same time.

What to do. Paloma asks herself that as she roars her skull.

Regardless, we can still stick to the line forward. Even though the corner was broken, her strength remained in front of her just to smash it all down. Then it may be possible to take her out of exhaustion if the guards can stand as long as they scratch together.

But.

"It's my defeat, surrender. Give priority to rescuing the wounded instead."

That being said, Paloma solved the magical junction. Signs of demonization draw rapidly from inside the room. This place was no longer a different world, it was just a room.

The girlfriend in front of me relaxes her expression for a moment like she was taken aback and then says:

"Is it good? You'll still have plenty of room."

Paloma responded to the words as she sat down on the spot.

"Good, not bad. Surely, it will be possible to take one of you if you succeed. [M] Perhaps even your people can slaughter and kill."

Paloma tells him to chew it up as he rocks his moustache. There seemed to be a little bit of loneliness mixed up in the voice-saving.

"But how many die before that? He's the one who beats down my use demons, he'll only die countless times. Even with you. [M] What awaits after that is the prisoner's rebellion. Without waiting for replenishment, this prison will be unsupported"

It's just a time when a lot of manpower is being scratched together as soldiers. How many people can be called to guards and so on? In that regard, Paloma did not trust the arms of King's Capital politics as if they were. Conversely, we can say that we believe in putting all judgments on hold and taking time out of everything.

So I refuse to say that resistance here or elsewhere is meaningless. Unexpectedly a deep sigh leaked from the paloma. Some relief in the back of the chest and suspicion.

Are you sure this is a good idea? Perhaps it was at the top of the line to keep fighting until the end.

Bravely do everything you can to the limit and keep fighting. I think Paloma is beautiful. Many cannot do it. I have protection, I have wolves. Reason really makes me feel the thickness of the wall of reality.

Because of her youthfulness, or the nature she originally had? The mercenary in front of him made it. Its appearance is honorable everywhere. I even think Paloma is jealous.

Should I still have imitated her and done so myself? At the mouth of Paloma, a misfitting bitter smile appeared.

"I don't want to do anything to kill people just because of my incompetence. Plus... some people I've known for a long time. Then it would be wise for me to be left alone in shame and my neck dropped. It's good to be stupid, but I don't want to be stupid"

The word may have been like a spectacle to Paloma. Only slightly was the edge of the word trembling. I do have fear in my chest. The fingertips were as paralyzed as a tease.

In front of her, she said, nodding.

"Let us now accompany you, Lord Paloma-Bashar. We salute your integrity and assure you of your identity by Vestalinu-Guerla."

Paloma nods small. Perhaps that was the moment when the burial prison Bella clearly went down to the foot of the crest religion.

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It's a shady place. It led to the hallway lined up with interrogation rooms and squealed in my chest, yes. I'm not talking about the dim location or the humidity. There was just one sign of air, heavier than the surrounding area.

Perhaps it is caused by whimpering and rough breaths heard from people's cages. The adhesive atmosphere intertwines with my skin and makes me feel really bad.

Only then did I know exactly what the prisoners of the crests who had been interrogated and dealt with here were being treated like.

"- Here it is. What a tough deal."

In front of the interrogation room where the guard stopped, whining. I tried to keep the words as calm as possible. I dared to make a low noise so that my voice would not become absurd.

My cheeks, they tremble. What you hear is a woman whimpering and a slight laugh. Her eyes were thinly distorted without knowing it.

The guard slightly blued his face and nodded. It was as if he thought he was being blamed.

Ever since Vestalinu captured Paloma, the warden, it's been a long time since we talked fast. I was wondering if it would be a little more difficult to talk about it if it were normal. I guess it was also big that a human being called the warden and so on was losing his life in a skirmish.

Everyone followed Paloma's words with great care. Make him a guard. Make him a prisoner. Those used to hearing orders often narrow their horizons badly otherwise. I guess I don't have many of those parts.

From there, he entrusted Vestalinu with bringing in the mercenaries he had placed outside, as well as keeping the guards under surveillance. She has excellent ability to move things forward well because of the education she had received from a young child. How can you do better than me?

Besides, there was something I had to do first. It's about the one person being imprisoned here. One of the factors that made the decision to come here.

From earlier on, my back teeth don't engage. A strange impatience was born in my chest.

To be honest, I've been trying to be as inconsiderate as possible about this. I know my parents well. I must have thought it must be safe as a matter of fact, and I was trying to assume that there was no way the foolish things I imagined would happen to her.

I don't know what that is right or wrong. But if I thought so, I had no idea what I was going to do. That's what I thought when I lost my mind.

So since I first heard about being imprisoned here, I didn't tell anyone about it, and I never gave them a name. I didn't even mention that I was a raised parent. Perhaps it's about Mattia and Anne who know she's inside of me.

A heavy iron key is dropped in front of him, and the door creases up and opens his mouth. Moment after moment, I felt a terrible smell of blood sticking up my nostrils. Open your eyes.

"What, who!

As the door opened, a man's voice bounced from inside. There is no rushed wind in words. I'm guessing the noise in the prison hasn't been transmitted to this place, which was built underground.

Keep silent and let your gaze crawl indoors. Dark, terribly dark room. But in my eyes, I could still see inside. I can see it coming.

Mr. Nines remained surrounded by several men, held back by some platform. All those fingers are spitting blood and ripping. There are no nails. The legs were bent in a strange direction. That's how dirty it is.

Oh, I see. You know what?

"Hey, who is it? I'm sorry. Are you here in a hurry? There's a flow of interrogation in the interrogation, and you're in trouble if you panic. Besides, I have access to the interrogation room, and I'm gonna have trouble getting you inside easily."

Before the unlocked guard said anything, he said something like an interrogation device in one hand. Has the hammer been modified more viciously from what I have seen?

While he kept saying something, in my mind, rough emotions kept howling with smoke. Be careful with that. That's going to spit out of your throat now.

From warden Paloma-Bashar, he had received a petition. Everything that's happened to this prison is just what I gave you instructions. Therefore, the guards wanted me to vouch for their physical condition. That must be the undisputed word out of his integrity. I even think it's great.

Perhaps if it were Helt-Stanley, we would have accepted that word. Without any hesitation, I would swallow everything in the back of my chest.

But unfortunately, I'm not Helt-Stanley.

Unlike a hero like him, its humanity is another thing. Whatever. I'm not a man of good will or a righteous master. It can't be in such a beautiful capacity. Either way, he was born of a mud father and a groove mother.

I've never thought of decorating my chest with anything prettier.

"Guards, you don't have to explain the situation to them. I just want to ask you one thing."

I say to the guard who was with me. I had a gaze with Mr. Nines at the end of my eye. Its purple eyes open slightly.

The guard responded with a trembling voice. Push your voice out. My fingertips were ringing.

"Here, you and me. That's how no one was there but my raised parents. So, okay?

I shook the sword I offered on my hips. The guard nods silently. I took a step forward, I took it out. I only knew the man in front of me turned his eyes.

And so it all ended without a thing.