A Wish to Grab Happiness

In the south of the Wang capital, Arche, a fort is built that holds the Wang capital under his eyes.

The fort was used as a training ground and garrison for the National Army during normal times in order to rid the country of danger. The body of rock making is thick, and the standing behavior as if embodying the Golden Castle Iron Wall is rolling.

Whether you are an amateur or an amateur, you can see at a glance that excess money and manpower are a substitute poured into luxury. In a different sense from the Wang capital, it must be a building that demonstrates the majesty of the Garrist kingdom.

But no one would have imagined that this fort would be at the forefront.

Everyone was getting so high that the Garrist kingdom could never be hunted down by so long. In fact, since the Architectural King built this fort, it has never been used for the purpose of preventing enemies.

It is ironic because its first military use is to prepare it for the King's capital, which should be protected.

While staring far from the lattice-hung window, Virgin Mattia echoed a voice that often passed through the fort. The stone inner wall, which has completely cooled down, dullly reflects my voice. Thin fingers were gripping the universe.

"- It would be good. If we swallow each other's terms. There is no objection to joining the line. Let us swear in the name of the Seal Virgin."

Quiet swear words fall zero indoors. When that slowly stained the rock wall, I felt the temperature in the room changed slightly. I heard a small, breathtaking noise.

Right now, there is an air in this room that can be described as unusual.

Aerial garden Gaza to the crest teachings, that's how Garrist soldiers are. And the heads of the three, and their equivalents, shall exchange their faces with one another.

It wouldn't be indoors or anything, it would be how long we should meet on the battlefield. Every time they sound, the air is slightly disturbed. It was as if he hated the very fact that the air was here because of the extra discomfort.

In the wake of Mattia's words, the old general in front of him shakes his chin beard as he gently blinks his eyes. The look is oddly hard to read. Are you happy to increase your power of war, or are you bitter about working with an inherently hostile being?

Mattia turns her gaze to Eldis beside her as she reflects the look in her eyes. It is the tripartite front that is exchanged here. In any way, if she doesn't snort, this place won't end.

At the end of his gaze, Eldis showed a bare gesture that for a moment stroked his lips with his index finger to think of something. I don't know. Mattia's heart bounces.

An elf named Eldis is a character who can sometimes say something abrupt. Many of the causes of this are Rugis, but it is true that she is a myriad of things.

Perhaps you can say something here or something you don't even think about. Mattia narrows her big eyes and stares at Eldis' beautiful lips.

Set aside for a moment, Erdis said. Just like a little sigh.

"Fine. I don't mind either. As the queen of Gaza, let's join forces on the common front - there's nothing worse than Rugis' promise."

With that said, something like an emotional lump that still didn't disappear anywhere could still be seen in Eldis' words. It also causes the ambient air to soak up.

An elf is a nature that never discards emotions once held in the chest, as long as they don't expose them from the beginning.

The Garrist kingdom, and hence the Catholic Church, is a far-flung cause of Eldis' father's loss of life once. I guess she hasn't even forgotten about the shards. In the emotions of the elves, there is no word for weathering.

After receiving a gaze that even Eldis' curse seemed to be jammed, Sang, the old general Richard-Permilis showed his teeth and said. Gently, strike your hand.

"Fine. Naturally, I'll be happy to do the same. This is a situation where demons bring demons around, let's get along without looking at each other like that, Your Majesty."

Richard tells Eldis with a grin that stretches his old age intact. Eldis was also brilliant with a smile on his cheek again.

"You don't have to worry about it. It would be precisely ten years and twenty years of human friendship. It's like a blink from us."

We were laughing at each other, but the air seemed to even go in.

It's just for my own good that I'm trying to keep my hands together here. Neither one of them trusts the other deep down in their chests. In a way, it often tells us what an alliance is by a multitude of forces.

The furnace of hatred does not put out the fire easily, for example because it is in danger. Something that always snaps deep into your chest and never leaves. Make it human. Make it elf, that won't change.

But even in that state, it is close to a miracle that we were able to form a joint front. At least if it was normal time, it couldn't have been anything.

Mattia quietly leaked her exhale as she heard her chest still palpitate.

"... I'd like you to make it a little easier. I don't think we're going to pull the sword out of this."

By Mattia, Rugis chewed the cigarette like it was pioneering, clapping his shoulders. I said I don't like breathless air.

Rugis and Richard. When they align the words they vomit and hear them, they are very similar, albeit with differences in versatility. Even if you're unconscious, it feels that way.

I guess it's still true that I was in a childhood teacher relationship. Mattia was feeling something close to Rugis' bareback from Richard. He is the one who created the foundations of Rugis.

Huh, my chest is squirming. Signs of swallowing hard thorns made Mattia.

In response to Rugis, Richard said in a squeamish voice.

"I told them scattered that words are to be used well. Then what? Have you forgotten?"

Mattia's eyes tingle again and react. Though I wouldn't put it on my expression, I felt there was an emotion crawling around my chest. That's how it gradually adds weight.

Make it Rugis. Make it Richard, not very much, but it's not like talking to an enemy general, an enemy figure.

As far as the old general is concerned, I dare not take the lead, though I have a predisposition to behave that way. Still, something like anxiety is hidden in the exchange of words with Rugis.

It would also be proof left that the deputy on the Garrist's side is staring at Richard with a slightly inclusive look.

It would be necessary to hold Rugis back for a few moments against such an attitude, and perhaps to restrain the garrison side.

But what's in Mattia's chest right now wasn't that kind of thing. Seeing Rugis and Richard exchange words a few times, I can put more effort into the brow. What I feel is neither disgust nor outrage. It wasn't even hate.

I just envy you, Mattia thinks so. While I understand it's not a place like that, such thoughts strike me in the chest strongly.

How many others would Rugis show this kind of unease? At least, Mattia only knows two people, including Richard.

The other is his nurturing parent, Nines. To Rugis, who spoke to her in a different tone than when she spoke to herself, her cheeks were crooked and her teeth were bitten at first. No, it may still be.

Looking at them, Mattia thinks. I'm sure Rugis can't wait to truly forgive himself.

There are verses in which he is always alert to the people around him, whether consciously or unconsciously. I don't know when I'm going to get stabbed in the back.

That doesn't exist against Richard or the Nines. With a feeling of comfort, he carries on the words. That's what you can't do to yourself. How sad. How miserable. Mattia looked up at the ceiling as she felt some water in her eyes.

Oh, and that's it. Mattia felt her heart bounce hard once now. My emotions seep into my cheeks and slightly uplift me.

- Oh, my God, I envy you. How comfortable and wonderful would that be, such as educating him?

Create his ideas, correct his actions, and discipline his spirit. Dyeing others into their own colors. Education means a lot and a lot to me.

If only you had educated him who was only innocent. If I had been taught to take each and every one of those words. I can't be more heartfelt.

Oh, really, I envy you.

I look at Richard as Mattia's eyes twirl wide. Only for that moment, indeed, Mattia had one thought in her chest, not as a Virgin, but as something else.

So I blink and then I say. As if nothing had happened. I've already worked out another hand, and it's just like that.

"Now let's build a front for the King's capital Archet attack - and hence the neck of the sitting demon. Captain Richard, can you give us current information?"

Richard nodded small at Mattia's words, pointing out the plaid window.

"Just fine. I can see it from a distance, but I can see it from here. No, I'm sure you're trying to make it look good."

Outside the window, you can see the main gate of the king's capital, Archet. The gate made an unpleasant noise and was about to start opening.