A Wish to Grab Happiness

"It would be a huge injury. It would be better if you fell asleep and took a rest. Because when you die, it's easy. You're gonna die like a lie."

Push the bite cigarette against your lips and leak your voice. The words were meant for Vesterine walking behind her back.

Even if you don't see how it goes, her rough breath makes her feel unwell. I don't care what you think, it's not normal. No, rather, I would have said it was full of creativity.

Clearly, I don't think I should be walking. You should rest no matter what you think.

After taking my word for it and putting the beat firmly down, Vestalinu said, trying to stick his voice out.

"I'm treating you minimally. First of all, the Commander is more than moved, and even if I rest, the soldiers will frighten me."

Except I don't remember being her commander. I wonder what kind of change of heart Vestalinu started calling me that. Maybe even hit him hard in the head.

Well, it may not be a mistake with a commander because he safely brought mercenaries into prison and held the entire prison area, albeit temporarily. I'm still not used to being called that.

Besides. If you call people commanders, I want them to have enough obedience to put my words in their ears without question. Because it's not possible to say commanding positions, etc. just because they defy words.

Slightly hammering at Vestalinu's words, he brings a sigh of sigh and steps and taps a dim staircase to the basement. The area around the interrogation room was damp with the smell of blood and saliva, but this place smells of dust and mud.

I miss it. I have a familiar smell. Forgotten places from people, where people turn away smell like this through. The back streets of cities are similar.

Probably barely even taken care of. Traces of dust piled up all you wanted were telling me that.

Well, that's natural. Once upon a time, I should have entered here a few more years later than I do now. Even then, it didn't look like anyone had gotten in. Truly, this is a forgotten place.

So I guess I'm still sitting here, too.

- Things that cross people's hands from people and don't even want to move the world. Things that used to be called mysteries and miracles.

Down the dark, then hard stone staircase, it was there. He was there as if he were sitting on the throne in dignity.

Close your eyes.

I remember watching this from afar. Helt once said. There was a revelation. And he said unto them that there was a man that would guide them.

That was a small ring.

It has a dull color and I can't feel the gloss or anything. To be honest, even directly in front of me, it was like I didn't know how valuable it was. If I was fucking mud, I wouldn't want to take this anymore. I'd rather stuff my chest with something else.

But this is different. It's not that kind of crap.

This is a magic trick that once allowed even the face of a magical gifted fialert to be praised. Then we must take the means we need to take.

"Vestalinu, will you return my sword? Oh, my God, my hip doesn't fit well."

Vestalinu nods at my words, but moves his lips to say them a little bewildered. That's how I touched the treasure sword in the wind I said I was afraid.

"Yeah, of course. Because the trust I have deposited is what I give back. But... be careful, there seems to be a strange heat cage. Maybe it's build-up of magic."

Ha, hot. If it's cold enough to freeze in the cold air of death and snow, I know very well. Hot is something I've never seen before.

Tilt her neck gently and hang her fingers on a magnificent purple brilliant sword. Is there any strange magic reaction? Then it's out of my control.

Touch your fingertips slowly. I stroked a thin surface to make sure I felt it.

There's nothing wrong with that. As usual. Rather, it even seemed to suck on my fingers more than usual. Slip it straight to your hips and feel the weight you're used to cutting into your hips.

I finally felt my hips settle down because I had been dating for a long time. What was it about being hot?

With the treasure sword at his waist, he stood again, in front of the ring. He leaks air from the bottom of his lungs, and that's how he reaches for the ring.

Slowly, crawl your fingers with the comfort of touching the candy worker. For a moment, there were signs that my skin would be paralyzed. The feeling of getting your spine pierced with something sharp. Is it good to say it is a magic flux? Or is it like something else?

Oh, I still can't. This is dangerous. I have that instinct.

Moments, he turns his ankle, twists his hips and pulls out the violet electricity. No longer lost in my chest, the treasure sword drew a line as beautiful as it represented my heart, severing the hollow.

There's only one destination, a small ring that doesn't move one person while sitting around.

- Ki, n.

In front of the cutting edge of the treasure sword, a much lighter sound is made and the ring is severed. I thought it would be a little more tricky, but it's easy to guide. Thanks to the treasure sword?

Already from the ring, such dangerous signs as those earlier had disappeared. It is wrapped in a thin cloth and inserted into the chest. I don't want to carry it with me, but I felt it might be troublesome to leave it here.

By my side, he was pointing his gaze at me about what Vestalinu was doing. I guess so, if you don't know anything, what I'm doing is madman's. Let me put my lips on you, too, and look for words.

"There are a lot of things going on. Talk from the edge, it's too long. So I'm sorry, but swallow it at once. In the first place, there are many kinds of reasons for coming here."

Stepping into the burial prison Bella was the result of a pile of factors and purposes.

One of the purposes is to save Mr. Nines, the parent of the upbringing and one of the few in-laws. Well, what about me saving someone? All I can do with precision would be reach out.

The other, as I told Vestalinu earlier, is to plunge the symbolic prison of crest persecution and make it lose its significance.

And to fail this prison would also mean building a bridgehead within the Garrist kingdom. Though the Virgin Mattia might break it down early because she would be concerned about maintaining it on the boulder.

Apart from them, there were two later purposes.

One of them was the ring, and Vestalinu took over the words. I snort loudly at you all the time.

I don't know who built this, but this is a terrible, bad piece of equipment.

Not to induce people's consciousness, but to put people's will itself in their hands. Something that can use magic to directly interfere with a person's soul. Apparently.

Apparently, it's not because I realized it, but because I just heard Fialert once say it.

At least, I remembered Fialert telling me it wasn't a good thing to handle so easily. In the field of magic, there can be no error in her words. That's what I believe.

It would not be easy to give such a thing to someone in the Catholic way if it were. I can be sure things will roll to the troublemakers.

Therefore, it was necessary to grip it first. Even with a little impotence. That's how I was thinking at the same time. Perhaps if it was that much, it wouldn't be something I could handle easily.

That's why I was deciding. Unlike the treasure sword, this one is destroyed here. That's what I had decided when I broke both ways. Well, if I couldn't, I thought I'd throw it in the river around there.

I will blur the part of my life and tell Vestalinu about it. It's about her brilliant, she'll understand the whole picture if you tell her the main point.

Vestalinu opens his lips, tilting the battle axe, which remained gently on his shoulder.

"So, the last purpose, Commander."

Nod, respond.

In my ear, I heard something approaching me from afar.

"- I want to gather the enemy's gaze this way. A man would be a creature who, if he had something to see, would cease to see except where he was. For this reason, the crest army also moved me. I wanted you to see this, not the northwest."

The sound I hear is rushing footsteps. The sound of running, of looking for something, was coming from above. That's as if even a storm visit would tell.