A Wish to Grab Happiness

When it comes to dead snow, the room with the fire is slightly warmer. He was wearing thick clothes or sweat stroked his neck.

I finally take my coat off and unload it in the private room of Philos, the city to which it was addressed. I have some chills, but I was still more comfortable with this one.

In the meantime, Kalia said, using my room as if it were natural.

"But you cut a big deal. Be the flag of the Warcraft Disaster Crusade, etc."

Kalia continues to make her silver hair jump when she no longer has an idea. By his side, Fialert also narrows his black eyes to snort at Kalia's words.

It's rude. Then it's as if I've ever moved without thinking about it. Sometimes I say it's working because I think of something.

Though, I'm sure it's rare that everything works out.

Now, I twist my thoughts slightly about how I put what's on my mind into words. It was such a fold.

The door opens lightly without knocking. The person spitting out of it stared at me with his white eyes wide open.

Philose-Trait. He was the ruler of the puppet city of Philos, and thus one of the current allies of the crest religion.

It's not uncommon for her to visit my room, but it's still the first time she's made such a violent visit.

Speaking of which, she did say she had some business for me. But I didn't expect to be suddenly on my feet.

I want you to give me a break. You're welcome to bring at least a barrel of new wine.

Trying to step on my thoughts like that, Philos takes a servant and steps indoors. He glanced at Kalia and Fialert, but turned his gaze back on me because he wasn't interested.

That's how I say it with a lot of pointy mouth.

"... you set me up. Rugis-Vrilligant. What did you blow into the gods?"

A relatively small body shakes its shadow with tremendous tremors. The appearance worries me as to how I spit out the emotion that fully engulfed the bottom of my gut.

I could see very well that she sputtered a hot breath, staring at this one up close.

I see, right? What did she say and what did she think to visit me? I understood at that point.

- Probably about me letting the lords write under her real name. That too, without letting her know one thing in earnest.

Anyway, a man named Philos is terribly bad at blaming people. Instead, when things happen and everything is your responsibility, people are like that.

At least, back when the city Philos was about to be covered up by a roseau demon. Until the end, she didn't spit a single grudge. An indisputable, noble and elegant person.

So if she looks at me so hatefully, there's only one reason for that. I guess it's time I fell asleep.

By the way, Karia said so, as if you had made a mistake. Wave your cheeks and remove the chewing tobacco from your nostalgia.

"I have a few thoughts. What, did you get a gift from the gods, Philos?"

I said, keeping the chewing tobacco on my lips. Take a white-eyed gaze, reminiscent of a spear, from the front. It's horrible because you used to look at one of the cities with this gaze.

Philos stretches his neck and shoulders and hits his cheeks, but still lets him forgive his voice and give instructions to his servant. Was her anger somewhat imputed to her, and the servant's movements were not anywhere.

One thing the servant was instructed to do was bring a bunch of parchment into the room. It is put on the table from the next to the next, as if it were a small mountain.

I see, this one.

"-This is it. It's what your letter made up. Do you have an excuse?

Put down a beat and change your gaze tip from a pile of parchment to Philos and say.

"An excuse is something that a person who has a guilty conscience can do, right?

In my words, I saw another look on Philos's face that made him more dangerous.

How dare you, well, even I think I could have said something like this to myself. Pulling her out to a point where she can't go back, and there's nothing to feel guilty about. You're so arrogant that you want to tie your own neck.

Fialert says no to Phyllos and then puts his eyes through the contents of the parchment. I distorted my eyes to my surprise and then opened my lips.

"For a nobleman, that's a strangely attentive rhetoric. Besides, if anything happens, I'll talk to you, but what does this mean, Rugis?"

Black hair asks as she strokes the hollow.

Now what did you say? No, it would be more important to see how Philos himself figured it out here.

Stuck, you understand everything and you're asking me? Or is it not there yet?

Ahead, Philos needs to wield that thin arm very much.

But if she doesn't feel like it, it's all from the beginning again. Therefore, its sincerity should be questioned.

"I was about to be politely sent to the greeting messenger - you must have blown into something. Rugis-Vrilligant"

As he lowers the messengers, Philos still says as he was angry.

It would be anger coming from being used well. She is a proud man. If I were to swing by and be treated like a tool, that emotion would be natural.

Oh, but do you? Hasn't she noticed? what this bunch of parchment paper shows.

No, maybe I have somewhat of a feeling. But the truth is too far away, like covered in a thick cloth. It's not even something I can think of.

If it's normal, if it's normal, you wouldn't even imagine it. I see. It's still easier to tell if I blew something into the crowd.

But no. Things are already moving. You want it, you don't want it.

In it, she's the only one who doesn't know anything. Nothing is told. It doesn't go through. That can't happen.

Now the curtain is up.

Bite cigarette off my lips, I said.

"- No, I didn't say anything. They're just being respectful of the letters they put out. It's in a letter from you."

First of all, I continue to wonder how I might breathe words into the nobles. Philos doesn't try to hide his sharp gaze while making his expression strong for a moment.

Towards Philos like that, I went on with the words.

"It was a long time ago. A noble man entered his mistress in a good year and made a child."

It's stupid. A nobleman would be right to create many successes, but nevertheless take them to him. It is the indisputable seed of contention itself. Human beings on the side of governing the country should no longer create factors that could divide the country.

That's between you and your mistress, too.

I'm sure I should have snapped that bastard's neck early. That's kind of a sober decision. Sometimes humans kill little people to keep them alive. It is only by doing so that we can say that we are the rulers of the nation.

But he couldn't do it. Is he the one who loves my son? Or I don't know if it was a martyr to the doctrine of the Catholic Church. The child just survived as a result.

But just because you don't kill me, you can't keep it on hand. They become a clear source of disturbance. Whatever it is, that's unacceptable.

Therefore the son was thrown aside as an adopted son of a local nobleman. Perhaps the aristocratic side was hardly informed of the situation either. Perhaps he knew about the noble human concealer.

Either way, I don't know the details or how. All I know is the cause and the result. Make words while slowly chewing them on Philos to make them listen.

"I wonder who that noble person is. More noble than anyone, more honorable than anyone."

When asked so, Phyllos says, cramping the words.

"... I wonder what you're trying to say. Are you trying to tell me where I came from?

It turns out that Philos' white eyes are beginning to float something pale, not passionate. suspicious, so intrigued and bewildered. Emotions that are a full mixture of such things colour her expression.

"There's no way. First of all, who am I to be born from a ditch? All I'm saying is the truth. Look, Philos. The nobleman who sent you the letter believes this."

I said, looking straight at those white eyes. The emotions that I've never seen in those eyes are swirling and are about to overflow.

Open your lips slowly.

"- Amerites-Garrist. He said that he was your father, and that you were a concubine princess. Yes, they believe. That's how you work so hard to make it true."

Moment after moment, I saw Philos waving his hand up loud.