A Wish to Grab Happiness

Hate. Too hateful. If you want to put it into words, there's nothing but hate. Philos' jaws burn as he jumps.

The man named Rugis adorns his chest with the name of great evil and acts as if he were ashamed.

This time, yes. Didn't you use yourself for the sake of crest teaching after all, even showing a friendly bare gesture and saying that if anything happened, you would take your side?

- The daughter of Amerites-Garrist, the concubine princess.

I don't know how far that bullshit is true and how far it is a nasty ploy. But to see the trend of the nobles, I also asked Philos that everything was not a fool's story.

So where the hell did he find out about it? How did you take the thoughts of the aristocracy? So who the hell is he?

I guess we should have all those doubts overflowing our brains and confusion floating around our organs. But even those don't matter to Philos right now.

There's only one thing I think.

At the end of the day, so is this man. I only think of myself as something to use.

They are no different from the relatives of their brother-in-law, who once made him raise a poison cup with this hand, and those in the people's chamber who captured him in that way.

Phyllos-Treit opens his sharp eyes wide and waves up one hand as he even turns the emotions coming up from his brain marrow into tears. The spread palm was just staring at Rugis's cheek.

I know there's no point in doing this. It's just an outburst of depression stuck in your chest, an ugliness that just exposes your emotions.

If it were meant to be, such emotions should be abominable. As a ruler, as a noble. Something to avoid. But not now.

At the edge of my vision, I can see my silver hair shaking. But I can't hold my arm in time. After that, I just wave my arms down and pierce my cheeks.

But in the meantime. Philos looked at his face as he tried to wave his arms down with emotions rampaging around.

The look on Rugis's face, not showing a bare gesture of resistance at all, but just saying that he would lay his eyes down and accept it as if.

What the hell is that?

Philos even remembered the feeling of being stroked back by the nerves that grabbed his emotions.

While fully wielding and using people as a great evil. You look like you're swallowing it in your heart even with such guilt. Are you going to call it redemption?

- Guilt?

Phyllos had everything he could think of. Speaking of which, Rugis had the same look after the unrest in this city had once ended and numerous citizens had been sacrificed.

It's not like you deserve it when it comes to great evil. Face like it bit the sinking pain. At that time, I saw something rare, but did I?

Do you feel guilty? Even shards in its chest.

Philos' white eyes narrow. So my hand, which I was still waved up to, stopped. The hand, which was wide open, is held to force the emotions into place. It was a very sudden act, or the area around my hand.

That's how he rippled his lips as he swallowed his trembling organs into his small body. My voice is trembling, I know it well on my own.

"- So you're going to use me to poke a new kingdom into the Garrist kingdom. Yes, I thought I would agree with him and raise my hands easily."

That's not true. You don't know what a person's heart is, do you?

Philos said as he opened his eyes wide and approached such a distance that Rugis and exhale were likely to interact.

I'm going to shake my cheeks thinly, chop up the person in front of me whenever possible, and work out the words. Slightly, but I could see Rugis' expression stiff and tightening up that way.

When people experience pain in their chest, they all have these expressions. Philos can see that at the bottom of his gut, something warm rolled in.

It still is. Rugis feels guilty for himself. I don't even think that's how bad I felt about using myself.

That's why my words resonate well with him. He cannot help but notice the many thorns unraveled by the words.

Oh, well - what do you do, punch me or something? Do you want me to redeem you? That's how you should live with your guilt for me. Never, let me lose it or something.

This is the right thing to do. To make the Great Evil Aware of the Right Thing, and to draw them back to the Right Way. So be aware that you are always working guilt on me. Feel guilty in front of the right thing. That's until you put yourself in a coffin.

Philos says, looking at Rugis' eyes from the front. I was desperately suppressed that my cheeks were going to connect.

"You're mistaken, you are. I couldn't rule one small city, little girl. How do you think it's possible to decorate a king's power?"

Philos feels in his chest that it would be an indisputable fact.

I couldn't rule a rural city called Philos. I even exposed my citizens to no darkness there.

Even at the beginning of the tentative period, there is no way that a king can be listed as such. Even if it's just a decoration, there's something you'll need. legitimate bloodline or just the ability to govern beyond it. Or just brilliant enough to attract people.

I don't have any of those things.

Then it's just annoying to be expected. I have decided to throw it away at the end of the day. Then don't even look at me from the beginning. It's better not to.

So I said.

"Dear Hate - I'm not going to be able to answer any of your wishes. Heroes who have done everything well won't know."

Phyllos' own words rather than behaving like a ruler as usual. From under the name Phyllos-Trait, as she stripped her nature, she said.

At the same time as the words, silver, that's how the black eyes wobbled within his sight, Philos found out.

You don't have to look directly at who you are. It's Kalia-Birdnick, who follows Rugis, and Fialert-la-Borgograd.

Everywhere violently, they combine the eyes that are more deserving of lions and eagles than of humans anymore.

Calories that could shoot a normal person or something just because of their eyesight. That alone understands their indisputable golden splendor.

But that's why. Philos, I think.

It has come many times to tremble in the gaze of a giant like a wind hen. That's how the city of Philos survived. But now, I'm not in the mood for that. And on the contrary, they even laugh at what's going on.

A boiling Philos gaze pierces just one, Rugis. Seeing that, the silver jumped.

"Rugis, I've had an approximate look at what your thoughts are. But wasn't it a little early to get it out of your mouth?"

Kalia's words without even trying to hide her chillness.

They were truly common sense words, nor were they out of reason. Rather, it was a word that could be taken for granted on this rough occasion.

- Karia, I'm sorry, but I'm talking to Philos right now. You can't just not do that. "

So when the word came out of Rugis's mouth. Karia trembled that silver eye greatly. Beautiful line drawing lips, distorted as pulled.

Phyllos, on the other hand, narrows his white eyes by looking at them. Now, I didn't think I was willing to talk about anything with myself until I had her mouth shut, which could be called one of his arms.

No matter how, does he want to use himself?

Surprise and slightly budding superior emotions stroke Philos' cheeks smoothly. Come on, I was staring quietly at Rugis's lips wondering what he was going to talk about.

"Philos. I can't resist saying that my mouth is twofold for words of excuse or apology. I'm sure I'm what the Catholics tell me."

Big evil. Backcutter. Great Demon Vrilligant. His two names can no longer be exhausted with such things. biting them off, says Rugis.

"But what a little girl you can't rule a small city is ridiculously lost. That's all very different. I told you, this place is too small for your coffin. Can you imitate a puddle in the ocean? There's no way a big eagle can hunt birds. This will be the same as it is."

Hearing the words, Philos made him lurk slightly.

It proclaims a very convenient word. Don't even think about it. Anyway, to the habit of a hero who knows no setbacks or anything.

He rose his legs from nowhere, and gave credit in the fall of the walled city of Gallu Amalia. It calmed civil strife in the aerial garden Gaza, causing the mercenary city of Berfein to fall beneath the blade.

The Sanio match, that's how fast it's going in the city of Philos, is not much to talk about. No longer in the Gospel War, for better or worse, he is one symbol.

For the Catholic Church, nightmares. For the crest teachings, glory.

What the hell do you know about a man who has grabbed so much? I wonder what I can tell you about a frustrated person, a broken heart.

At least Philos thinks so. That must be it, I wanted to think. Although.

Rugis' glistening eyes were right near Philos.

"Listen, Philos. I won't say anything if you keep breaking your knees and living your days. I don't think that's a bad thing. It's arrogant to tell anyone and him to stand up and squeeze his courage like an idiot. Nobody's ever decided it's right to stand up."

Like chewing with heat, Rugis said. The gaze is intertwined, and in his eyes, only himself is visible to Philos.

Don't. Don't say things like you understand. I know. Everyone who speaks so sweetly will end up shaking their own hands. So don't say anything to me anymore.

My heart, it bounces. Philos was listening when his throat rang unknowingly. I don't know whose it belonged to anymore.

"But if you want, I'll show you all the other necks. I'll show you the crown on that head. I believe that's all you have."

No, it's him. What a nasty guy. Philos unexpectedly thinks of it in his chest, while his white eyes are distorted.

My heart pulsed and I was even willing to have boiling heat floating around. If I'm not conscious, my exhalation is going to be rough.

How can you say that with a grand gesture? How can you take the hand of the daughter of a weak aristocrat and make her raise her crown and show it?

I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it. Don't make me have weird expectations. The more you hold something like that in your chest, the more people you can't move. I don't even want to get a shard or anything like that.

- Oh, that's right. I wonder why I'm making it so hot.

Philos chooses words for a few moments. I said, after I've fully breathed.

"That's what you're betting on, Rugis. What will you reward me with when it fails?"

That was like the best thing Philos could do right now. Because if I didn't, I would have zeroed out of my throat an emotion that I couldn't show people very well.

Rugis opened his eyes for a moment, but next he narrowed them slightly before saying:

"- Bet on everything you've got, and I'll make sure you reach it."