A Wish to Grab Happiness

Insert gloves for cold protection and leak exhalation while passing to the tip of your finger. He said he was still in the prison building, but his breath was already white. It must be pretty awful out here.

Still, it doesn't mean we're stuck until the dead snow is over. Anyway, once upon a time, I didn't see death and snow over.

If you do it badly, you can say that death and snow will continue until the majority of humans finish building their own coffins.

There are so many fools out there. Even this one seemed to make me wonder if that god spirit was involved.

Woven feathers on the shoulders from above military uniforms with fur on them. It's a strangely classy coat. Once upon a time, I would never even have put a sleeve through something like this.

As she thanked Vestalinu for the preparation, she leaked her words as she lay down her eyelids.

"You will return to Philos, Commander. Then I'll be with you, no matter."

Vestalinu's words even contain colours that chase something. I could see something in that eye that would pierce me. I'm sure that's for blaming me.

Naturally.

Whatever, I'm the one who brought her and her mercenaries to the edge of such an enemy land. I put my life at risk, and I made some mercenaries useless.

It is also natural that the pancreas will be lost because the tenant himself will leave them for the puppet city of Philos next.

Originally, Vestalinu and the mercenaries were supposed to pull up together as we headed to Philos. Because we needed them to transfer the prisoners or to escort them.

But the plan was changed. The hang-up is information given by Largdo-Ann, a heavy-duty town of crest religion.

- From the Kingdom of Garrist, a messenger was sent to the crest religion.

That's not supposed to happen. Because the original Garrist kingdom did not recognize the creed religion as one force, in other words, a negotiator.

Treatment is just like night theft, rebel kind. The state does not negotiate with such a person. Just shudder and crush. That is the only option allowed to the state.

Only the forces it deserves will the state speak. To say that I sent a messenger would mean that the Garrist kingdom recognized the crest religion as a bargaining opponent not less.

Given the relationship between the Garrist kingdom and the Catholic Church, it could not have been possible.

The fact that it happened is clogged - that's all they're hunted down.

I don't have to think about the cause. At any rate, neither creed religion nor any other nation can be a threat to the Garrist kingdom.

If they're going to get cornered, there's only one. It must be a warcraft disaster crossing from the northwest. Fort Suziff, the shield of the Garrist kingdom, fell within the guardian Valerie's absence.

Seeing that development, there were also people within the Garrist kingdom who felt a sense of crisis. There were people who wondered if maybe this wasn't just a disaster.

That's why I chose the crest religion as one of my negotiators, if you imagine.

Excellent. This is the result of a long wait. The Garrist kingdom must also begin to coordinate with other countries.

If that happens, the response to the catastrophe should be much quicker than it once was. It will be much better than the miserable ones before.

Though it is inherently the result of a long life. One problem. I have the worst and worst problems.

This Warcraft disaster did not occur naturally, it is the thoughts of that evil spirit.

No matter how he scratches, no matter how things roll, he's bound to move those fingers. If you are, you must sever that arm.

For this reason, we could not easily let go of our foothold in the Garrist kingdom called prison Bella. Things don't even make sense to me anymore about how they roll. It can be tapped to the bottom of the earth by a gap that leaves your eyes open.

For that matter, she can't be taken.

I say, turning my thoughts on the words of Vestalinu.

"- Bad. Stay here, Vestalinu. You're the only one I can ask for."

Keep your gaze on Vestalinu, keep your words coming. I could see her lips, tiny and pointed. That's what he says when he says he's unhappy.

"Without you, the mercenaries will return to just a crowd of people. Because you're here, they're mercenaries, Vestalinu. You're the one who can protect this place."

That's what she spent time with and understood in prison. The difference between me and her that hurt with my skin.

A man named Vestalinu-Guerla has undoubtedly a talent as a front-line commander. Much bigger than me.

You can make aggressive decisions, and you can still choose what you need to do, although there is some stubbornness. He has a charisma that leads the soldiers and has a voice that sounds good.

Above all, it behaved like that. A soldier is something that pays homage to a soldier's unappealing attitude as a matter of perseverance. It was something I wanted to stand in front of before anyone and follow after what waving the flag of war.

Vestalinu has it.

What, there shouldn't be any error in this feeling. Because I was once an adventurer and a mercenary.

If I were a soldier, I would surely try to follow a commander named Vestalinu. Most of all, she might say no.

Vesterine takes my word for it and shakes her gaze slightly. The lips wavered as I thought I would spit out even in tough objections, quietly putting out the words.

"... If the Commander says so, I will obey. Yeah, I know you're on your own."

Don't tell me that, I'm aware of that. I'm sure I lack the depth of such thoughts as considering others. I also understand that you are causing a lot of trouble.

Sooner or later, I'm going to settle for it. I said, moving my mouth so gently. Will you take that? Vestalinu took my hand and was kneeling like Fuku.

The behavior of the squire in front of his master is itself.

"Now, Commander. You're leaving me here now. Anyway, I'm glad you thought you could pick me up with your sister."

The steel princess and her thin fingers were on my palm to be called that. I'm the commander at the bend, so I guess it's a sham.

Everywhere, he's the one who shows a beautiful gesture. From the front this way, I get envious. People born out of a ditch, like me, are only marginal beings such as that kind of courtesy.

I'm sure I couldn't behave like her forever. If you think so, something slightly darker springs up on your chest.

But, well, let's do something about it.

Says as he puts his other hand on Vestalinu's shoulder.

"Of course. I'll be glad to pick you up. Even Bruder would want to see your face, Vesterine."

Smiling and lifting her lips to the point where she could say so, she took over the words.

"Then with Vess. You should call me that. I don't like to be called names for too long."

Vess, that's her nickname, and as far as I can tell, I'm only calling her a sister, Bruder. I guess that's what you're letting the people close to you call them.

Fine. Then I'm admitted to her, too, not least. It's an honor to have a human who once didn't even get his fingertips, say so. Behind the gut, there was a tingling sensation.

"Then I'll leave you alone while I go to Philos. Vez, take everything the way you think it's best. I trust him."

"- Got it. Do exactly what the Commander wants."

My hand was squeezed strangely hard, I see.