A Wish to Grab Happiness

Once we put the curtain down for the consultation, in a forum that gives a temporarily reluctant appearance.

Virgin Mattia weighs loosely on her back. Unknowingly, they had strange forces in their shoulders. That twitched and I felt like I was falling out.

Take that long enough, then say.

"- What do you think? Are you serious about what Rugis said? If you're serious, how far is that?"

There were two shadows that received that word that did not cover up skepticism. Nearby Anne and Eldis, Queen of Gaza.

In the wake of Mattia's words, there was a moment between us both. Ann had a small wrinkle between her eyebrows to show a definite discomfort, and Eldis seemed to be strongly on the lookout for something.

It was the latter who opened his mouth first. Elf-specific long ears refer to the universe with skill.

"Rugis mouths the play and vomits falsehoods if necessary. Though you can't really take everything."

To be honest, Mattia doesn't feel like disputing it either. A man named Rugis must be a man of a nature who finds pleasure in uttering words.

So always open your mouth gently in a floating manner.

I'm not saying that's bad, but those human words are light-hearted, to say the least. I would often find it more silly to ask seriously.

If that was also the case with Rugis' words, it could still have been good.

But after putting it down, Eldis says. A face sharpened like a sculpture was searching for words.

"But he does not condone compromise and falsehood in what he says from himself. When it comes to how serious you are, you mean everything."

To Eldis's words, Mattia unknowingly leaked a white exhale and did her hand to her forehead. Distort neat eyebrows and lift your hair without a scratch.

After all, does she think so too? Anne, who looks bitter and strays her gaze, probably feels the same way.

Mattia felt that the words spoken by Rugis came naturally to her ears.

- The crest religion becomes the flag of the Warcraft disaster crusade, 'liberating' the cities invaded with the demons. Install national support and 'bail out' the crisis in the Kingdom of Garrist. Reminds nations that what is needed is a religion that brings the people together, and that the doctrine is Catholic or crest, but it is good for both. This is a good opportunity. It's hard to replace.

If it is meant to be, a word that should be slashed and discarded as paranoid in one word. Sounds stupid. Mattia's reason tells her that she can't possibly do that.

In fact, the heavy-duty towns of the Seal Church who were present, though unspoken, had similarities in their eyes. Mattia watched as the deep wrinkles seeped and distorted suspicion and disgust.

Mattia rocks her little lips and turns her thoughts wondering what's wrong. Whatever Rugis said was true or false, it was not a word he wanted me to throw up in a place of consultation.

Even though, Rugis has a terrible reputation for some of the heavier towns of the crest.

That's natural, too. He doesn't weigh horribly on something called organization. There is nothing like that, but I keep saying it will work, and I repeat my arbitrariness.

It was so much in the form of an organization or even that I thought I hated people getting together.

Heavy towns must also feel bitter in their breasts for many of their actions. If only there were more heroes and praises for his behavior.

So Mattia thinks that perhaps she should have taken the feelings of the heavy towns and forgiven Rugis on that occasion.

If we are too far from reality, we should sit back and discuss it more. I should have told you.

Mattia can be sure that she would have done so if she had at least weighed in on reason and had been herself before she made her decision with intent.

It would be more beneficial to bring tissue together.

But what happened? Anyway, Mattia didn't think it was right. Yes, everywhere Rugis' words felt right.

Anyway, Mattia came to see me. He will do all kinds of things with the will that can be described as disgraceful. His footprints are no longer stretched to the point where they can be easily followed and cut.

So Mattia couldn't say anything. If he says so, he wonders if that's what it's going to be. I couldn't even open my lips, knowing I was wrong as a Virgin.

I'm sure the Heavy Towns swallowed the curse wrapped in skin because they had similar thoughts.

"Again, the grievances from the elders will grow heavier."

Ann says in a voice like she gave up. Such dissatisfied voices are rarely delivered directly to Mattia. But to Ann's ears nearby, he probably enters with momentum close to resentment.

If that's the case, Anne may have been the one who suffered the most from Rugis' arbitrariness. For what it's worth, he and I are apparently getting along well, too.

Mattia, that's how Eldis tells her back as she hears Anne exchange words a few times.

"Humans really like to wear jealous skins and push others away, don't they? One hero who brings us to glory is no longer easily accepted, so it's pathological."

The words Erdis unleashed from his pointed lips were not made against Mattia or Ann personally. It was a voice wrapped in uncontrollable disgust and mourning, though.

Humans soon forget that they were wounded. Something that even forgets the severe pain that once bemoaned and dispelled the human being. Heroes and many of the stories so named end in tragedies, Eldis says.

So now I got a glossy look on my cheek, and I kept on saying the words.

"I don't think so, Elf."

Mattia doesn't even allow it for as long as she blinks, and returns the words. Long hair jumped and rocked the universe.

"- He's human. Whether or not the elves will accept it."

Bigeye and Mattia's big eyes met for a moment. We understood what we were trying to say to each other and what we were trying to claim in the dark that way.

That's why I didn't give either of them away, and I didn't even try to leave. An open eye is confronted from the front with deep tension.

of seconds, between.

No one uttered a word, only a sharpened gaze and breathing were flying.

And then finally, Anne opens her mouth. Something like a terrible sense of fatigue was felt from the voice.

"... now, not the treatment of the Lord Hero. I was hoping you'd say something about that idea."

I guess I picked the word hard, from all the anns, its voice is hard everywhere, and that's how dull. It even sounded as if he was stuffed with something in his throat.

Still, it seemed to make sense to move both times first. Both shifted their gaze from none of them, and then Mattia said,

"Whatever choice he makes, you can roughly understand that conclusion."

He says the flag of the Warcraft Disaster Crusade, etc. How will it be made? There is a wide variety of means and what Rugis chooses to take.

- Naturally, you would choose what would do the most harm to you.

Not only Mattia, but Anne, and that's how Eldis understood it. Rugis has the greatest evil habit.

It is as if you are also imprisoned by the obsessive notion that you must sacrifice yourself.

These days, I've finally been able to keep my ears shut. Still, management hasn't gone to all of his thoughts.

Not yet, not yet. If something big happens now, he'll get hurt again. So what do I do? Until it's well managed, you can contain it.

Mattia's edge of thought was the moment she tried to draw one conclusion.

Eldis squeaks.

"Isn't that right? Rugis thinks we can roll as many things as we want, so he goes about things on his own."

With that said, she goes on to say the words with a mouthful as if she wasn't irritated.

He had the beauty characteristic of an elf on his cheek as his blue eyes wobbled oddly.

- Then let's see that we have an idea, too. Hold on to that.

In the blue eye. Elf sentiments that seemed deep everywhere, even bottomless, were emerging.