A Wish to Grab Happiness

"- You smell so sweet today. Sometimes it smells different."

Inside the private room, Eldis says, wearing a bedroom skin outfit. He was poking the universe like a high nose hissing. My eyes are shaking near my neck.

Do you still smell that much? People are insensitive to a guy who smells like himself.

Well, I can't chew so much tobacco while I'm drinking, so maybe it's because of that.

When he tells those things lightly, Erdis says as he holds his cheeks up.

"Phew, hmm. That's good, though. I'll give you perfume next time. It's mine."

Lighten up the wax. Is that the perfume of an elf? You mean the liquid that smells like vanilla when you do it?

If so, I'd like to beg your pardon. It is a luxury product because there are not many of them, but therefore there are few good memories.

The people who watched the people in the back streets with eyes that even animals could see were mostly wearing those perfumes. As the words say, on the nose.

Eldis still spreads his shoulders to make you like the smell. [M] Apparently, he's not willing to retreat. It seems that the intensity is elf-like. Wouldn't it be a good place to fix it?

Distance enough that Eldis's exhale is likely to stick up to my neck muscle as it is. Did that bother you with boulders? The elf who came to get me says, whispering his throat down.

"Dear Eldis. This was an urgent requirement."

Eldis strokes my neck with her thin fingers as she clouds her expression slightly on the words. Then I turned around and glanced back at the window, no, out the window.

Bigeye looked strangely far away. It's like I'm looking somewhere invisible from here. Such a look. Erdis spoke quietly.

"Rugis. Actually, it turned out to be unsavory. That's what you said when you rescued the Garrist Kingdom."

I see. Is that the story? I lurk my eyebrows and nod as I pull my jaw.

After stirring up the aristocracy, let Philos-Trait wear the crown. That would be the nearby path for crests to take against the Catholic Church.

Philosophy and the crest teachings absolutely need merit in order to establish them.

That is, the Warcraft Disaster, the track record of destroying the Great Demon and saving the Garrist kingdom from danger. The people are more than distant kings, and it is the nearest Savior who wants to celebrate.

I know that very well.

I don't think everything's going to be all right with me.

Whatever it is, it's a painting I put together. There will be places where there will be doodlings and unravels. Opposition will come out of the crest teachings, as well as from Gaza.

Eldis said it was unpleasant, probably referring to that sort of unraveling.

Yes, I thought so. It seems that something called fact is always two steps ahead of your imagination.

Stick your gaze out and encourage it to continue. Binocular shook to represent agitation.

Heavy words that I never expected come down from those lips.

"Ahead of that to be saved, Archet, the capital of the King of Garrist - fell. I lost my function as King's Capital to be precise. I wonder how accurate it is because of the information on the early horses."

However, based on its information, Eldis continues that the voice that it should now retreat is beginning to erupt from the crest teachings.

Even after that, several words had been crossed to convey brand new information. I think it was that the Warcraft showed such a dominant threat that it was unimaginable, or that it was a trend of the surrounding aristocracy.

But to be honest, it's not like Eldis is speaking to me. The moment the word touched my ear, it seemed like it had been smashed and scattered. The first words said are too heavy.

Now what did Eldis say? Archet says he's fallen. Is that what you said?

What happened? That king's capital will fall. That heart of glory. And so suddenly. I haven't even heard about being attacked by a castle.

The skull causes confusion and even has heat because of the thought of running around. I was about to get dizzy.

Is what Eldis is saying true? Are you kidding me? Or is the honey wine even showing me in my dreams?

My back was hot. The treasure sword is hissing. After thoughts go wild and wild in frigidity, he says, sipping down his spit heavily.

"- What happened to the king? The Shielded National Army of the King's Capital. Even the devil came out, yeah."

To my words, Eldis slipped his lips. Hair of the same colour as the eyes jumps quietly into the hollow. The neck was shaken slightly to the side.

"There is no report of the King's collapse, but we still do not know the exact matter. The only thing that's clear is that Archet, the king's capital, couldn't stop the Warcraft disaster as if it were a demon."

Because that's what they called the demonic form of the Divine Age leading the Warcraft Demon Clan, and Eldis takes over the word.

Between the words, too, several thoughts stagger through the skull. She had fever so that her brains burned.

I don't know. How do I move now? I don't have enough information.

I never imagined that Archet, the king's capital, would fall. Anyway, that's where the Savior once feathered his feathers greatly. That the place falls into demonic hands, etc.

Even in the past, that hasn't happened once enough. How much has been exposed to the damage of the Warcraft disaster?

So, uh, I noticed.

Thoughts are interrupted for a moment, and something unpleasant approaches my throat. My eyes were so cramped that I didn't like them.

- Hero Hert-Stanley is dead. Then what could not have been done with him will also happen in this room now?

Such delusional thoughts come to mind. That's how I let the boiling thing hold onto my chest. The thought even brings strange authenticity.

I see. The guy called the world is really troublesome. That's in the worst possible direction, too.

I felt beaten hard with a stick. If you're with God, will you do something terrible? No, maybe that's the personality from the beginning.

Exhale, leak. I didn't know my fingertips. I was looking for bite cigarettes. Thin, white fingers control my hand. It was Eldis' fingertips.

Take my hand, she says.

"So, what are you gonna do, Rugis? The crest teachings are trying to pull their hand. Neither is Gaza willing to hang out recklessly"

I'm sure it is. In any case, if the fall of the King's capital were true, the Kingdom of Garrist would have been equal to the majority of its functions being scraped off.

Local nobility loses control of the center, as does the king's loss of his hands and feet. The disturbance caused by the Warcraft disaster will sweep deep into the wounds that can be done to the kingdom everywhere.

Forcing your hand into it is like picking up a stone in a fire. Doubt your sanity. Yeah, it's not serious.

So even though it would be a really rational word that we should be static for once. Nothing is right.

But then. Don't die.

A lot of people die. People will die like idiots at the feet of demonization. Sometimes as people, sometimes as livestock. They squeezed my blood and twisted my head. It will die in pain and whimpering. Die as you deserve.

I've seen people die like that many times before. No, I've missed you many times, to be exact, huh? Naturally. Man is a creature who lives only at his own convenience. There is no other way to move.

How many people risk themselves and pick up the lives of others who don't even know their faces? Yeah, I couldn't do anything then either.

Clouding the words, Eldis whispers at me closing her lips and pressing her silence. Binoculars were looking strangely close.

"I'm sure a lot of humans will hold you back. But I'm not saying that."

Open your eyes. What the hell does that mean? In reflexive retrospect, Eldis said, smiling and exhaling.

"You are my knight, and I am your Lord. That makes no difference no matter what. That's the whole life of an elf, though. So I'm the only one who believes in you. Even if Gaza doesn't believe you - what are we gonna do, Rugis?"

Moments, narrow your eyes. I felt itchy on my chest. Anyway, I've never had this kind of trust deposited with her before.

It would be more than happy for Heroic Eldis to open his heart to me now. It just doesn't make sense to me.

Drain a moment of strength from your shoulders and exhale heavily. Throw away several floating thoughts in your skull.

That's how I decided. Naturally, that's all I chose.

"- There's no way out. You won't have a reason to leave, yeah. The throne and the crown are rolling in there."

Then why don't we go pick it up? That's all I can do. Until it's done. Now, let's make it look good.

I let him pull his cheek down, and he said so, forcibly grinning.