A Wish to Grab Happiness

A moment of silence passed in the air that raised her. Between blanks where no one speaks and no one moves.

In the middle of it, Nines leaks one word into his thoughts.

- What did this guy just say?

With her gaze toward her raised child, Rugis, Nines tilts her purple eyes and squeals her throat.

The skull, which was warming to the archaic mind, cooled rapidly, and even the spine felt as if it had become ice as it was.

Speak up as you cough up, trying to put something into words. In the meantime, Rugis' words were also running around in Nines' thoughts.

I haven't forgotten about Arueno. I don't even set that thought apart. No, words.

"... Rugis. You're not a kid anymore, either. You know what that means."

Choosing the words carefully, Nines moved his lips. Perhaps you spoke badly. If we ask what it means, will the misunderstanding be resolved?

The glimmer of anticipation that Nines had was easily beaten down by Rugis' words.

"I know. Right. It would be inappropriate for a man of the crest to be associated with the Virgin of the Catholic Church."

Rugis behaved like he didn't say anything out loud and said he understood everything.

Hear that word, and look into Rugis's eyes like that. The Nines came to one certainty.

This guy doesn't know anything. My position and what I mean by the words I utter.

It is to the left that we can say that nothing will change.

Are you happy, or unhappy? The position of Arueno and Rugis has undergone a major transformation since it was in the orphanage.

Candidates for the Virgin of one or the Catholic Church, and heroes of one or the crest. They are clearly in opposite pole positions. Not very much, but not in a position to touch. If possible, the more I want to hide even the fact that it was childhood friendly.

Not even inside the crest, such as Rugis still thinks of Arueno and hasn't given up taking his hand.

If you hit badly, the force of crest teachings can be broken into two parts.

Even though I had dropped that in jail for a while, I don't know anything about Nines. Instead, when I was operating in the Garrist Kingdom, I even took on the handling of information in one hand. That's why I understand it so well.

Inside the crest, there are still many people who are unhappy with Rugis. Moreover, many of them belong to the higher ecclesiastical ranks.

They dare not expose themselves to the kind of discontent they speak of. I am well aware that that would be detrimental to us. First of all, if you are hostile to Rugis, that means you are hostile to the Virgin Mattia. There's no way I can speak in grandeur.

But that's just because there's no discontent. Stuck discontent just keeps getting over it.

If only there was some kind of disconnect, they must be easily dissatisfied. Grievances sometimes lead to aversion, aversion to persecution, persecution to hostility.

So hostility turns into division. Forces are often conceived of such dangers. Many organizations, forces and nations have repeatedly divided as such in the past. A crest teachings, no exceptions.

Doctrine is one for the faithful, but not one form of faith.

If that is how the crest teachings are now divided, then only the clear ruin lies ahead.

Nines almost even remembers the glare and leaks his exhale.

"You... you've changed. No, we should say we've grown."

Rugis twisted his neck with a shoulder strap. The way it is in itself has remained the same since the Nines once knew. Including having a slight wrist twisting habit.

But that look has changed dramatically.

A child named Rugis, whom Nines knew, was somewhat solitary, but often pushed himself to death, one way or another.

Well put, smart and good at figuring things out, or worse, kids who don't have expectations.

I can't do it, so I can't help it. Nines remembers well that he even uttered those words at a time when he had a lot to dream about. He was a man who could have compromised and given up.

If it was Rugis back then, he must still have broken it off. That's how you swallowed up Arueno's inability to take his hand.

But this guy in front of me, no. Nines gazed at Rugis as he held the complex thing to his skull.

From its eyes, I feel a profound self that once had no shadow to see. of those with hectic possessions.

I'm sure that's what you could call growth. I'm not saying that Rugis was bad as a child. That's it, it's one way of life.

But if he is now able to live as he thinks he is, it is also delightful.

As for kindness, there is something to feel in the growth of a nurturing child. Even a smile seemed to float on the Nines.

If this has nothing to do with creed, though. The place for that will is too bad now. Give me something I wish I could show you a little bit more.

Rugis admires Arueno as if the chick follows her parent bird. Perhaps it was before him. He still holds that promise firmly in his chest.

I don't think so. That only produces the worst results where you scratch. If you say so, it's thorny protruding blood of its own. It's like rolling around. Far from happiness.

Then what should we do?

Nines deflects the gaze he was pointing at Rugis to an unnatural degree. Three shadows were visible behind him.

Battlefield maiden and prestigious Kalia-Birdnick, Volvato morning mage Fialert-la-Borgograd. That's how the ruler Philos-Treit.

That's what Nines heard that everyone, to some extent, is a person with connections to Rugis. Though I thought we had a friendly relationship to see them together.

Look at those eyes. Since then, the Nines have slightly flattened their cheeks.

Some people quietly distort the back of their eyes, wondering if they had burned the fire. Though the way it is, none of this, to be honest, looks serious.

That means one thing. To put it into words is to say that they have enough emotion for Rugis. Is Rugis aware of it?

Don't burn yourself, huh?

Nines rang his throat, mocking what he had just said. That's very good to see how this goes. Nines shrugged to sigh in his chest.

What did my children do to create such a human being? Even regrets are likely to arise in their own past.

But I don't mind now. It's more convenient that way. If it's them, they might connect Rugis.

Nines made a noise while choosing the words, indoors where the silence continued. Wherever possible, I was conscious so that my voice would be soft.

"... Rugis. I just need to talk to them a little bit. Sometimes it's hard to say when you're around. Will you take your seat off?"

Did Rugis think he could blame himself? When I opened my eyes like I was taken aback for a moment, I did my gaze to the three behind me.

At the same time, the Nines also gaze at each other as they call on the three of them. I didn't say anything, but I wanted to tell you that it was intentional.

The three of them seemed confused again, but they nodded at me. If it was a story related to Rugis, I guess that's how he drew it on me.

Nines narrows his eyes as he swallows his spit. Those poor eyes are glowing for one thing now.

- For your happiness, Rugis. Let me tell you that the joy of truth is in the guidance and in the hands of men.

After Rugis left the room for a while. Nines opened his mouth, trying to let the three include him. The expression had a tender smile dancing.