A Wish to Grab Happiness

The penitentiary protrusion, at the top of the watchtower. In front of that room, there was Vestalinu-Guerla. But if you don't go into the room, there's no sign of knocking on the door.

On the contrary, he leaves his ears on the door silent and begins to pick up the sound slightly. So, loosely, Vestalinu lurked his breath.

I'm even concerned about swallowing spit to make no noise. If you weigh in at all, the door will make you play the murmuring noise. Be careful, then get as close as you can.

That's all I did, and I could only pick up a few indoor sounds.

Vestalinu asks herself what she is doing to get to that stage. The sharp chisel became thinner.

Raised as the daughter of a bent man, and called Princess Steel, he imitates no more like a eavesdropper, etc. I don't think boulders will allow it.

It's an unacceptable and unacceptable issue. Vestalinu leaves her ears on the door, shaking her gaze uncomfortably and searching for words.

No, it's not. It's not eavesdropping. This is strategic intelligence gathering. Gently stroking his jaw, Vestalinu turns his thoughts.

At any rate, at the end of this door, talks are being held between Doha, the warcraft that had its roots in prison, and Rugis, the hero of the crest religion. That such a thing would not be possible.

The escort is too far enough, but it will still require surveillance. Always gather information, and if something happens, we can always rush. It's only natural to keep it that way. It's not weird.

Besides, there is a little concern from those who are actually on the escort.

The escort is three. Karia-Birdnick, who is treated like a war maiden in crest teachings, and Fialert-la-Borgograd, who used battlefield magic to make his name heard in the Sanio match. Thus, Finn-Erdis, Queen of Gaza.

It is a rash like that, but that doesn't make me feel safe.

Because there's one weird thing that's happened since they got here. That's true when it comes to triviality, but it can't be truncated easily.

That's when Rugis stopped showing up in public in the extreme after they visited here. For some reason, they want to escort him into one room.

Even Vestalinu, the head of the mercenary, has a faint memory of exchanging words with him recently. Regardless, if you think about that major injury, you need to take care of it. It's too strict nonetheless.

- Isn't something happening?

Vestalinu affirms that it is natural to have such doubts. The fear that something serious may be happening to Rugis, the hero.

Therefore, this gathering of information is legitimate. Then there is nothing to be ashamed of. Vestalinu excused himself that way against the back of his chest, where he remembered a slight stiffness.

Never, I'm making a bug out of my interest in him.

Well, when it comes to not being interested in him, that makes me lie. Still, it wasn't easy for Vesterine to expose all her feelings for him like her sister.

Besides, the thoughts that my sister remembers of him and the thoughts that she has of him are something else. What's yours, dear. Close to the kind of emotion I think of my father.

Therefore, this is just a guide to him. That's what we're gathering information for.

From the indoors, the voice of Doha Sura and his voice are echoing from earlier. I wouldn't listen to the boulder, but I did hear it.

Whatever, my chest soaks in a nostalgic mood. There was a strange sense of security in Vestalinu, which I wouldn't have heard in such a long time. Apparently, Rugis is safe.

At the same time as you stroke your chest down, another sound reaches Vestalinu's ear.

"... the... what are you doing? Dear Vestalinu"

Making it a heavy town of crests, Largued-Ann was there, arguably one arm of the Virgin Mattia. At the end of her gaze, she stares at Vestalinu as she tries to stand up on the crossing.

Vesterine wanted to compliment herself for not screaming.

The heart was pounding like I'd never heard before, and a few cold sweats licked up my spine. Still, only the expression tightens hard. It was also fortunate that the emotions were originally of a faceless nature.

In case you expose your emotions here, it's like confessing that they were eavesdropping with nasty thoughts. Extremely, you must be calm.

I remembered that Anne had planned to visit this prison today. I hear it combines inspection with the role of a messenger. I heard it was evening, but it seemed to arrive a long time earlier.

Originally she is no longer in the role of making a messenger. Because there is more to be done than that.

But Vestalinu was somewhere listening to Rugis say that she was the best person to talk to. I guess that means that all the trust is built between them.

Trying calmly, Vestalinu tinkles his throat as he takes his ears off the door. Thoughts were hauntingly shameful, but voices twisted ordinary things as far as possible.

"... no. Lord Rugis told me to meet with the Warcraft, etc. I was on guard."

It's not a mistake. I am the one who brought Doha Sura out here, and it should be the utmost thought to keep an eye on her just in case. However, Vestallinu was only slightly out of sight from Ann.

Did you notice something? Or did you think I shouldn't touch it? Ann nods and says, keeping her expression stiff.

"From the Virgin Mattia, I keep my words in the Hall of Heroes. Whatever you put down, I want to talk to you soon."

And Vestalinu gave the word a slight admonition. Whatever you put down. If it's called the heavy-duty Anne of the Crest, it's definitely not a light one. There must be something weighing more than words.

Well, I guess that's why we didn't take them all alone to the back of the prison. I thought so, and Vestalinu tried to knock lightly on the door, it was a moment.

- Keep it down, Karia. I'll stitch it up. It's okay, Rugis, I don't feel any pain. Because I just can't move anymore.

Such a deafening voice poked Vestalinu, and thus Ann's ear.

It was the voice of a fialert indoors. The contents are strangely obscure. At the same time, Kalia and Erdis and the voice sounded loud, and above all, Rugis's voice leaked wildly from the room. It was so much more than no longer necessary to stand ear to ear.

I wonder what's going on ahead.

Vestalinu's finger, which he tried to knock on the door, stops naturally. I asked myself if it would be a good idea to knock on the door now. I felt like I was getting caught up in something terrible.

Does Ann know what happened? He was leaking severe exhalation as he let his cheeks cling.

After a few moments, the sound stopped. That's how he slowly opens his mouth as the door slams. Rugis showed his face as he tangled the arms of the others in his body.

So he moves his eyes and looks at Vestalinu and Ann and says:

I don't know, Vestalinu wondered if it was because of his mind that he looked tired for a long time. For the first time in a long time, the voice heard from the front was strangely stained in the chest.

"Don't even look at me like a dead man like that - what, trouble happened again, Ann"

Rugis says, showing Ann her narrow eyes. I kept joking that most of the trouble would happen when you came.

Ann smiles and says, in response to those words.

"I never thought Lord Hero would tell me. It would be the role of the Lord Hero to attract such matters. But... Well, this must be a hassle."

Anne said as she held her lips down with her fingers for a moment, choosing words.

- It will be an urgent requirement. From the Kingdom of Garrist, a messenger came to the crest religion.