A Wish to Grab Happiness

Fialert-la-Borgograd falls into his own bed as he manages to forgive his heart for remembering the distorted highs. The cheeks remember the light slightly and the exhalation is slightly rough.

Her calm and settling thoughts were now all over the skull as a great vortex. Not very much, but for a while I'm not likely to regain my composure.

I'm roughing up my thoughts about what I just finished talking about.

The words of Rugis' raised parent Nines still occupy the chest of the fialert with strange weights and heat.

- I'm sorry. They didn't raise me the way I did. A little more, you should have made the world remember.

As soon as Rugis left the room, the story began with those words from Nines.

But to be honest, I don't really remember what happened around there. I understand that it was a kind word. It didn't even fit into the content and it wasn't on my mind.

At any rate, there were no shards in the fialert at that time that I could afford to calm down and take the conversation. What Rugis said had not yet been taken into his chest.

Rugis words. It means that he has not yet been forgotten about the witch, Arueno, the Catholic Virgin.

The moment his mouth was emitted, Fialert understood that his black eyes were covered in unbearable heat.

As the body begins to get cold from the edges, even a whimper is likely to leak into emotions that neither know the pity nor the outrage that comes from the bottom of the gut. For the first time, people knew that it was possible to burn their own throats.

Because it was in such a state, it honestly wasn't as if I could afford to chew the Nines words slowly or anything on the fialert. I'm just saying I'm standing in the middle of nowhere. I'm sure from the edge the figure must have been terribly weak.

But Nines told him, as he also deduced such fialerts, and thus the mood of Karia, Philos, and others.

His growth is delightful, but there are things that still have to be cut off. So it's just a suggestion, but add.

- If he can have his own kid, he'll calm down somewhat too. A man is a dreamer, but he sees a baby and puts his feet on the ground.

Children. Descendants. Son, son. There are many different ways to say it, but that is what they call it.

Bring them with Rugis.

For a moment, my reaction was dull. Fialert remembers feeling like he was hammered from the inside of his head.

Stuck, speaking of what the Nines are saying. That's the way it is.

Something that cannot be described as confusion or expectation begins to overflow from the chest of the fialert within a moment. My throat was stuck by accident.

As I even saw through that, Nines went on to say the words.

I'm not asking you to use a child for anything, I'm just saying I'm going to give Rugis a hang-up. Everyone needs a separation and a milestone to change. Then you should give it to him as soon as possible. Sooner or later, the child can.

Fialert watched as Nines' lips let them contain and then graciously cared for them everywhere.

- I used to let him swallow beer instead of medicine when he caught a cold. I've always liked it ever since. Swallow together at night and you'll sleep very well.

It was a contextless story, but everyone who was on the spot understood what the Nines were trying to say. I felt we had some other conversations, but not very much, but I don't remember.

Fialert lays on the bed, breathing neatly with her thin fingers resting on her own forehead. Still breathing hot.

Between him, make a child.

Whatever, it's not like you don't want it to be a fia alert. If you want it with him, and you get enough of one house. How happy would that be? No, I can't even say how much.

Extra sweet thoughts on both hands of the fialert. But at the same time, there were fears in my chest that I couldn't help.

When I tried to be with him, would I fulfill myself and be accepted by him?

Perhaps he will take the hand of others, and he will be rejected by his hands terribly? What look should I give myself when that happens? At least, I don't feel like I can be serious. Perhaps it will work out.

Anxiety, anticipation, and so on. Those emotions twist and crawl around the chest of the fialert. After all, it's like thinking doesn't get entangled. I just found the heavy stone in my body.

But that's not why I can step on it. Fialert narrowed her black eyes as she lay on the bed.

Anyway, I'm not the only one who got Kaoru from Nines. After that, there are two of them.

It remains unclear how one of them, ruler Philos-Trait, will move. But perhaps it will hold off now.

Though there was an act where Rugis took his hand, a man named Philos doesn't seem to like the nature of suddenly moving things forward. Instead, Fialert understood that order and righteousness were the things that mattered.

So whatever some confusion, she won't be moving anything right away.

But the other one. Karia-Birdnick is different. Silver hair swaying through the hollow was reflected behind the eyelids of the fialert.

I'm not in a short relationship with her anymore. Therefore I understand very well. A person named her, if she thinks of anything, is someone who can move on to action immediately.

So much so that I wonder if she even has wings on her legs. I envy Fialert for all he can do.

Fialert understands that one way or another, it is the nature of inability to act on anything. How much would life be filled with brilliance if it lived so nobly, as behaviorally as Karia did? Even that thought made Fialert lurk in his skull.

Whatever form she takes this time, she'll move on to some sort of action. There is no mistake in that.

Then what will you do then? Will I wrap myself in bed with my head and wait for him to pick me up again?

Is that how you see someone and his child with these eyes? Black eyes pulled up and Fialert's teeth bit her lips hard. My body is so hot that I don't even feel the pain.

That's all I can't accept. You can't possibly. To Kalia, to Eldis. That's how a woman named Mattia or childhood tame can't possibly hand over her future with him.

Don't they have other titles and glorious talents? There must be another way to live.

But I'm not. Fialert grabs the sheet hard. Thin fingers slightly devoured the bed.

What I want, and that's how you can live as me. There is only one way. It's just next to him.

The black eye strengthens its color as it sways. In the darkness that descended indoors, it was noteworthy that I could see it getting deeper and darker.

- I can't believe you don't have to be me. I don't think it's terribly unfair, Rugis?

It's a terrible inequality. That's why it has to be right.

There is a grin on Fialert's cheek and Zhu points to it. The exhalation was carrying something other than emotion.