A Wish to Grab Happiness

Patriot Jace-Brackenberry took a small breath and cold air into his lungs. That's how I look at the woman in front of me without changing her expression.

nature and the loosely curled hair of Olivia-Belch entered his gaze. She has a calm, elegant grin and stares at this one. Unexpectedly, Blackenberry raised his eyebrows at the look of it.

I can't see such a bare gesture on her face when she says she's still young. Grown up, it's not like that again. Which should be described as sophisticated.

She had such an atmosphere, like she was strangely accustomed to the field. Is that all you've been through, or are you one of those people from the beginning? I'm pretty sure I didn't get these impressions, at least when it was on her father.

Olivia's lips, drawing loose lines, open.

"I apologize for the precious time you have given me. Blackenbury Patronage Officer. I really wanted to talk to you about something."

Blackenberry responds while gently pulling his jaw against Olivia, who leaks her words respectfully.

I can't even see a fragment of something called emotion on his white face. The anguish and frustration in his chest was not as if he had appeared.

But only that fingertip jumps slightly. Blackenberry was feeling signs that his spirit had become more sensitive.

"I don't mind. but we don't have time. Sorry to bother you, but let me ask you something. I'm sure it's enough for the Lord to take his own feet."

I didn't let it be included in the color and attitude of my voice, but there was a clear alarm in Brackenberry's brain. Yes, this is alert.

A gaze with sharpness pierces Olivia's cheek from time to time.

- Oddly enough, it's a bad time.

Blackenberry doesn't usually believe in fatalism. Instead, the fortune-teller's saying that every time something happens, it's a precursor to misfortune or a visit of good fortune is an abomination to him.

Many members of the military want to believe in the happiness and misfortune of fate, but Brackenberry has kept such things as far away from them as possible.

Because it is not in your dreams that a commander moves a soldier. Because it is a thing to do in a definite reality.

One soldier has a family, parents and children. There are people to love. The Commander has the right to take them and give them orders for the first time. Blackenberry believes that those who have thoughts that are unfortunately shaped cannot be commanders.

But only today, Blackenberry wanted to believe something like that. The woman in front of her brings some bad people. I had that instinct.

There were signs of loosening around the bottom of the stomach.

This was also the case in previous discussions at the Council of Government and Machinery. That spot, which leaned slightly towards Blackenberry's proposal, was changed in the wind with a word from Olivia.

Even though it was the king who made the last declaration, it is indisputable that she cut off the place. That's how it is, and still is. Last minute visit to go under the king.

When it comes to the visits of senior nobles, even if they are not desirable, they cannot afford to take up time. (i) The position is different from that of a priest.

It's a waste of more time now than anything else. Really, it's a bad time.

Under such a blackenberry gaze, and still with a stiff chest, Olivia rolls her words.

"It's about the Fortress Giant Beast Zebrellis. The Patron Officer has told us that his response to the Warcraft is a top priority."

Without leaking emotions, says Blackenberry. The eyelid blinked slightly.

"Naturally. Nobles who do not move against a national calamity are not nobles, and those who do not stand in front of their enemies are not military men."

What are you asking me, this woman? Those words caress the back of Brackenberry's chest unexpectedly.

It's not the same if you're asking about the crest religion or the sending of messengers to various countries, and it's not the same if you're talking about politics. I don't know.

She is an undisputed senior aristocrat. If that person were to move, there should never be many reasons for that. Is it in the Belch family's interest? Or - when the superior is involved.

Blackenberry's vigilance coloured his eyes clearly. Olivia grins at the end of her gaze, says.

"- I would like to draw your hand from this case. Zebrelilith was certified as the undisputed Great Demon. If so, it must be the enemy of the Catholic Church. Jurisdiction will be the cathedral."

This is what the Pope and the Virgin want, and Olivia connects words. Blackenberry knew that his round eyes were piercing him straight.

For a moment, for a while. There was a breathtaking blank in the office.

By this time, Blackenberry noticed. I'm not sure either. It's not like there's any kind of backing.

But I did pick up that thought at my fingertips.

- This woman is an enemy. He has a cunning scorpion heart while wearing a woman's skin.

As Olivia put it, the presence of the Great Demon is left to the Catholic Church, and that is how it is to be destroyed. From the time the Redemption God Altius destroyed the Great Demon, that promise continued.

Not that there exists a law that binds nations to obey the covenant on boulders, but the countries affected by the Catholic Church have vowed to obey its doctrine. A certain binding force would therefore be exerted.

But that's why now, how can you pull that disaster forward? How can you keep the end of the country in a cathedral that doesn't show the weight of your hips and the way it moves?

I understand the Cathedral's thoughts at last. I guess that's how we try to increase our influence over the Garrist kingdom on this occasion. Olivia also benefits from the influence of the Catholic Church. I don't know what to give you, but I don't.

But they are no longer the behavior of a garrison nobleman. It's the traitor's behavior.

Brackenberry lifts his armpit and gently elbows out. Behind the thought stacked multiple words, choosing the best of them.

"That's just nominal. Neither Sir, nor the Cathedral is an authority that can give me orders - whether under the Pope or the Virgin. Only His Majesty the King can lay down his life on me."

Plus, and Brackenberry keeps his words open with his lips wide open.

"I said I would hear the words of the Garrist nobleman Olivia-Belch, but I don't remember hearing the words of the Cathedral messenger. I'm not giving you so much time."

With that said, Blackenberry rises with little noise. That's the end of the story, he said with attitude.

The gaze becomes hard and cold enough to freeze, and the atmosphere emitted is hostile everywhere. All the heroes of war unleash are too heavy.

Olivia said, slightly lowering her brow.

"His Majesty the King has now received a call from the Virgin. I'm sure Your Majesty will agree."

Hearing such a voice on his back, Blackenberry opens his eyes for a moment. Impossible. There is no way a king can make such a decision.

What we are now facing is an indisputable national disaster, and the state is obliged to protect its people. Nobles are responsible for doing their duty.

Blackenberry knows what King Amerites looked like, who was once intelligent and thus had more virtue than anyone else. Even though he is old, Brackenberry is convinced that his king is not stupid.

But there was something in his chest that made a scene at the bottom of his gut. Something unspeakably creepy. I now had only a strange feeling that she had taken irrevocable time away from me.

I hurried my legs.