A Wish to Grab Happiness

- The military forces force Archet, the king's capital, to dare a few incursions into the king's city during that state of tension.

When she told him so, Mattia opened her mouth with the momentum it was that made her scream. That was probably the loudest voice of hers I've ever known. So much so that Mattia, so called the Virgin, does not deserve it.

It's been a long time, Mattia says, putting her emotions fully on her face.

"I think madmen and even those who are called that are a little more dear? You can't listen to people any more than that."

The voice piercing the back of his ear was strangely severe and compelling. It's as if the emotions Mattia put on the words are going to keep coming.

You don't have to say that to a boulder, but when it hurts with me, it hurts. Although it certainly wouldn't be common sense behavior. This one is sane enough.

But even if it's going to be off the road, if it's necessary, we'll have to do it. Whether it's Tsu's road or not, if that's the only way to go, we'll have to step on it.

Work out your words as you lay a thin iron net under your military uniform.

"Isn't intent and rationality good at crest teaching? Mattia, this is the least damage. It doesn't make sense, does it?

That is an indisputable fact. If you believe Richard's grandfather, and the words of his deputy, he will dance in the hand of the devil, even if he stood against Archet, the king's capital, with a great army.

If you swallow everything and crush the king's capital, countless human beings and elves will die. Die like a piece of paper. That's all there is to be mistaken. I don't know any examples of demons and armies meshing their fangs from the front, armies prevailing, etc.

If so, it would be best to scratch the devil's sleeping neck in a handful. Once upon a time, that's probably the best example that ever worked.

Make it work, make it not work. They are the best.

I told him that as I loosened my cheeks, but Mattia still seemed unconvinced. That sharp eye pierces my cheek.

"To be honest, there are some things I think about that plan. Especially in that you dare to break in."

Her eyes were staring straight at me everywhere. Never miss a thing, but I keep saying.

Oh, my God, I didn't think Mattia was so stubborn.

There is no discomfort in my participation in what is said to be an elite one, but I was the first to take part in this intrusion proposal. There's no way that person can show his back and escape. Regardless, I would have thought something similar to your grandfather's.

And.

If we were to take a plan to attack the king's capital in the army, it would take a reasonable number of days. Mattia has to work out a plan, and there's no way Mattia's going to take the foolishness of just storming. If we do poorly, we wait for internal wear and tear, and any kind of negative measures would naturally be among the options.

My throat is slightly hot. I don't want luxury, but I wanted a little booze. There's spicy, strong liquor from Berfein. Open your mouth as you narrow your eyes.

"Hello, Mattia. How many will they die by then, if we take steps to attack them in the army? How many times are we gonna hear that scream?

By them I mean the soldiers killed in front of the gate. Screaming is about their severed demons. I applied frostbite oil to my cheeks and looked at Mattia from the front. The exhalation is so hot that I don't know why.

"Or turn a few elites to Wang Capital, and let's just say I was sitting around swallowing. If all the demons cut off my neck as a result, what face should I look like?"

Hey, Mattia, keep saying that. I couldn't figure that out.

You think there's a difference between me and the value of their lives? Soldiers who fought through the end to defend the king's capital. The brave men who will now break into the king's capital and try to settle everything. I don't think I have a better life than them.

Even if I know. This must not be the language of a man leading a soldier to throw up. I guess people who take soldiers have to be mild enough to cut their lives off at some point.

That's what Mattia says. With me, I understand that's the position you're asking me to take right now.

Oh, but. If I do it. If you have made an inequality in your life.

Isn't that just doing the same thing as the people who once despised me and looked down on me?

I have no respect, because I am a talented man. I have no respect for my life because I am a man of exchange. That ordinary human life is much lighter than extraordinary.

That would be a reality until it was cold. A large wall that no one can pretend to see.

But I once had a full taste of it, how could I pretend the same way? How can you say the same thing? There's no way I can.

That is an affront to the soul. You want me to kill what I once was?

He shatters his head, so that he cannot perceive what was once said. Then I saw Mattia's eyes, behind them.

"Don't worry. I would have come back before. I'll be back this time. Would you trust the sword a little, Virgin?"

Mattia sticks her emotions to her expression for a moment and makes her frown wave. It was like I was wondering what to put into words.

Still, the next thing I know, I correct my expression and stick my thin finger to my chest and say it.

"... ok. Yeah, that would be good. I knew it. You're really someone who doesn't listen to people. But then give me one or so."

Give in. I overheard it. Because I wasn't really sure what Mattia was referring to and saying that.

Mattia pulls out the ring that was stuck in her own finger before she answers my words. That's how you put it in front of me, I said.

"This is my crest. It was given to me when I became the Virgin. I've never been away from my skin for a moment."

Saint Maiden. A ring engraved with a crest that would point to it appears in the eye. Though many of these rings and the articles engraved with the crest themselves would have had if they were crests, none of them were given a unique crest.

Virgin, even for Mattia, who is so called, the intrinsic mark must be irreplaceable. A little bit, I had a bad feeling. Mattia looks me in the eye and offers me her.

"Exchange the golden crest you have. So swear that you will surely bring it back. Bring it back alive, no matter what. - Bring the recording officer here."

I see. You mean the contract for the crest currents? Speaking of which, I also keep a handkerchief from Arueno to give it back at some point. Maybe it's something similar to that.

I feel too tangled up on a limb to swear it was a promise, but still, I was no longer willing to say no here. That's what happens when I go home. Then naturally I'll let you do enough to swear.

In front of a recording officer who looked summoned and impatient, he pulls the ring with the gold crest engraved from his finger and passes it through Mattia's thin finger. It seemed like it could afford a little size, but still fit in well enough. That's how Mattia's crest gets through my fingers.

I said it after Mattia said the words carefully.

"I take this as our vow. I swear I will never betray you in my life."

You, too, I swear. Yes, Mattia says. Whatever, I can't be ashamed of anything like these procedures. I even learn to be embarrassed.

I nodded small, clapping my shoulders and answering.

"Let's swear. I won't imitate betrayal for life."

Mattia, who had not broken her hard face for quite some time before, finally smiled. A sober grin like a haunting, and then a virgin.

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Garrist army and crest teachings, and a mixed army with Gaza. Virgin Mattia gently glances at her fingers as she watches as those elites leave marks on the dead snow. As such, he had at times shifted his gaze to the golden crest stamp embedded in his fingers.

It was embedded in his fingers by his hand. Bending your fingers conveys that feeling more. Mattia felt nature and cheeks loose. The trance I remember when I was offered the ring is still sticking to my spine.

Regardless, he won't understand what that means or anything. It's just that he agreed to an exchange of rings as an oath to himself.

Yeah, that's enough of a concession, though. However, the exchange of crests has deeper implications for crests.

For a crest, a crest is more than a soul. What is true about oneself and shows oneself more than oneself. I mean myself and him, we exchanged souls.

There is only one place that it means to the crest religion - nothing more than a soul marriage.

A sign of intent not to betray you again and not to let your soul leave you for life. That he swore in front of the record officer, albeit unofficially. That remains an indisputable fact.

Now we will not turn him over to Gaza any more easily.

Seeing the relationship between Nines and Richard and him, Mattia had come to one understanding. A human being named Rugis attaches more importance to relationships with people. It can be in the name of a nurturing parent, or in the sense of being a mentor.

That way, Rugis is too sweet for that kind of relationship. Separate the inner from the outer, but thus show what may even be a weakness for humans who once took it in.

That's honest, it doesn't taste good. His unconditional listening to the words of only a limited number of people, who are no longer in a firm position within the crest, could be a gap only for the elders to enter.

Therefore, Mattia thinks. Then you should go inside yourself. In managing him, it's supreme. When it comes to form alone at first, if you make a fact, people are moved by you.

And if I were to marry myself, I couldn't have gotten my hands on him so easily with the elders. Mattia breaks down that this is the best thing for him and that's how it works for the crest.

- Oh, yeah. Even for myself.

Mattia strokes the ring lovingly, then fixes her expression. We can't publish everything yet. But when it's all over, this contract is bound to make sense.

Now, we should make his backward support plentiful. We must sum up our measures after we have mobilized our armies and mowed the demons.

Mattia doesn't think Rugis is going home anymore. I can't imagine not being able to destroy a demon. That would be more likely.

Whatever, he made a deal. You have to betray yourself. Then I'll believe it myself.

Mattia was just sticking her expression as a Virgin on her face as she deepened the color of her eyes. With an irresistible luscious atmosphere in your eyes.