A Wish to Grab Happiness

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

Yes, move your lips and slowly take Philos' hand. I thought I would receive a strong rejection, but the hand was accepted without being shaken off unexpectedly.

I don't know what kind of emotions they have until now. I would be happy if it was a pleasant offer, but is it that I held hands even though I didn't mean to look at Philos?

No, maybe like I used her, now she's got the stomach to use me. Anyway, back in the day, he rolled the nobles in the palm of his hand, which would be a few steps above me. With original talent, it would be easy to do that.

But honestly, I was naturally prepared to get beaten up about what I did this time. How tough of you not to even do that. It makes me feel like I've been eagled with guilt around my heart.

Even that, do you understand? She is.

I overlapped my gaze with Philos and tried to leak the word once now, it was that moment. At the end of his gaze, his silver hair swayed.

"- Wait, Rugis. You're making me roll something out of my mouth."

I could see Karia dancing those beautiful silver eyes. Lightly colored cheeks are even reddish now. Its appearance pointing lips and showing off sharp dog teeth.

Undisputed. It is a revelation that a man named Kalia remembers more frustration than this. Even once, so much so that I've never seen it.

Behind those silver eyes, you can see an extraordinary emotion floating.

From my fingertips, I felt the blood draw at the same time.

Tastes bad. This time, it's totally over degrees. I may have imitated it a little differently.

Are you also helping to block Kalia's voice earlier? Her words had boiled something called frustration out of those verses.

"You throw yourself out easily, but you forgot to leave your back with me. I don't think I'm going to tell you now that I own it."

With the lion's fierceness, Kalia jumps up her long eyelashes. The exhalation maintains so much heat that it is likely to boil the surroundings.

No, I did say I'd keep my back. Isn't this a slightly different story from the rest? Besides, I just squeeze everything I can myself. I didn't throw my body out.

He said he tried to twist the words somehow, at the same time. Karia gave me a grin that made me even think of luscious, making me close my lips with my fingertips.

"What is it, Rugis, if you have an excuse, I'll ask you. But be careful what you say, if you're going to break the vow of blood kinship - I don't even know what's going to happen to me."

Close your lips once and face Kalia with your hands gently raised. I could see the silver eye rolling without showing as much room as the shards.

My eyebrows are raised and my cheeks are distorted.

It sucks. As soon as I saw that silver eye, I understood that Karia wasn't joking. This guy, speaking of, is a woman who does what she says. I've known that for a long time.

So, apparently, she wasn't the only one who had feelings close to outrage about me.

"Right. Speaking of promises, Rugis. You seem to draw a lot of maps, but I don't remember hearing that, do I?"

Fialert spins words as she rocks her black eyes and her hair bound together. He seemed calmer than Kalia, but the calories he was lodging to hear his voice tremble remained unchanged.

As a matter of fact, I don't remember telling anyone the details of this case.

Because I didn't know how believable this story was myself, and it was unclear how well I could handle it. Therefore, I thought it was not enough to put it into words until I was certain.

Fialert lips draw beautiful lines on her cheeks. Beautiful grin, as unusual as it may seem.

"Hey, Rugis. I wonder what I was to you. Of course it's just a friend, though I don't expect words back."

Words are soft everywhere, and there are even signs that they envelop this one. I'm even kind enough to touch my ears.

But what's packed in the back of that word is a strong will without a scratch. Even though he said he would not allow any escape, his black eyes are wide open and staring at him.

Give me a break. There's no way to forget, even if Fialert is an accomplice. At the same time, I could see that my mouth had a strange build-up of saliva and my skin was tingling.

"Well, that would be strange - could an accomplice have had anything to do with just being reported afterwards without consultation? What do you think, Rugis? I want you to pick a word and answer it."

The words gradually, they come with a chill. Behavior like that that makes you spit out the escape on this side step by step.

Okay, I'm sorry. It was my fault. It reflects more deeply than the bottom of the earth. So don't hunt me down any further. I'm even starting to feel like they're capturing limbs where there's no escape.

I flutter my fingertips without being able to find words successfully. I found myself swimming hollow, without knowing my gaze. So to nature and to Philos, head.

Not that there is anything. If you can do it, I'd like to hear some kind of word to calm the place down. Including such intentions, gaze. Anyway, Anne, who did that to me all the time, is not here right now.

Taking that, Philos nodded small and said. White eyes, slightly narrowed.

"Earlier words, aside from all those contracts, see you as meaning to be my ally?

Philos looked this way from the front and said.

I see. Apparently, he mostly captured the meaning of his gaze and made a mistake. No, it might be a return of interest to me to see the edge of that lip strangely connected.

Silver and black, and white eyes stared at me like they were choosing my flesh. Make a noise and spit, swallow. Even exhaling had a strange paralysis.

No. Sometimes words that are supposed to come in lightly don't even come to mind. My brain marrow remains stiff and locked up, and I'm not returning a response as one.

I had a really bad feeling about it. No matter what you answer now, I have a feeling you're going to be stabbed from behind the side.

Something sweaty licks his spine and exhales reflux his throat.

Whether you viewed silence as some kind of response, the fialert overlaps words even more. Every one of them seemed to pile up on my back.

"And her. It's called the Phyllos-Trait bloodline, it's called the Warcraft Disaster. Rugis, you're still hiding something from me."

My heart pulses. I felt my breath suddenly get rough.

Kalia also nods his jaw in agreement with the words spoken by Fialert. Apparently, there were still piles of things to talk about in the depths of that chest.

That way, at least now, they didn't have as much hesitation as a shard to spit it out.

"You've been like that for a long time. I don't think it's very common people out there who strangely know about the new Warcraft, or who are passing through the situation in each city. Is that true in the first place, you?"

No matter what happens in that context, it doesn't matter. Karia said with a sharp grin on her face that she wanted it to be clear where it was.

No, really, no.

Lie back on the bed with your cheeks tucked in. I showed them both palms and drooled my head. I don't think I can find a way out anymore.

Whatever, should I call it their kind of stuffing? Or should I say I was shallow? No. Maybe it's both.

"... I'm sorry, there's no escape. After this is over, I'll make sure to liquidate what I want. So give me a break this time."

I moved my mouth, keeping the chewing cigarette in my nostalgia. The word that finally twisted is this. I should have been able to just turn my mouth around, but if I did poorly, I might even have lost that. I just want to ask you a favor.

With his hands on his head, he continued to make his lips jump.

"So, was it from me? Fine. Just now, there's someone here who knows it best."

If it were true, I wouldn't even have been able to face the extra embarrassment. Apparently, it's not the way you can avoid it.

If so, why don't we at least say hello? Even to my raised parents.