A Wish to Grab Happiness

Happy or unhappy? Those decisions will always be left to the individual's ideas, and it cannot be said that there are universal values.

Happiness to others may be their own misfortune, and their own misfortune may be the happiness of others.

It would therefore be an insult to someone else to refer to their life and to judge them for being happy or unhappy. Because other people's lives, such as those seen from elsewhere, are just stumbling on life.

This past life of a girl named Reu has been an extremely unfortunate story from the perspective of others, but the truth is Reu himself did not feel so unhappy.

A one-country countryside, a house where Reu was born, among which he does not even have the right to land or property. There was little furniture and I often slept like I was falling asleep on the floor.

Because it's such an environment, I remember that by the time I was willing, Reu was out working downstairs. At least, she had no memory of singing poetry in the flower garden and playing around like the other children in the village.

I took care of the villagers' horses and cleaned the fireplace around early in the morning. That's how if the sun goes down, we head back to the house outside so they can kick us out of the village. It was that repetition.

Life cannot be said to be very easy. My father didn't come home to earn money, and my mother tended to be sick and could only earn a small amount of money.

Regardless, I don't think Leu and his life was good. But it was only natural that her life was bitter and hard for her, so she never felt unhappy.

The mother taught Reu to repeat himself like that.

"Live for people. Take someone's hand and save them. Then my father will come and pick me up at some point."

From now on, my mother was probably already distracted at the time. I guess that word that is spouted out every night was spoken by my mother as a comfort to herself, not as a word to Reu.

For Reu, suffering was natural, but my mother must have been different. Maybe my mother wasn't originally a person of this inferior status.

But my mother's words were the only teachings for Reu at the time. So she took care of it and believed in it.

Even if they only give you wages close to work, trying to insult your own gray hair and red eyes as odd. I believed in my mother's teachings and took it for granted that my father would pick me up at some point.

That would make life a little easier than it is now. Happiness and the day may come when you can say so.

When Reu was eleven, my mother died of a worsening medical condition. My mother believed in my father until the end, but my father didn't show him that. There was no money to hold a funeral for my mother, so Reu buried the body behind the house alone.

Since the day after my mother died, my life hasn't changed a thing. Because no one cared about Leu's mother's death.

Reu wept for the first time since he was attentive that night, but he wasn't sure why he was flowing.

After that, the same poor life continued for a while, and it was not until we entered the age of death and snow that a slight change took place. Reu's work went from dirty and hard work nobody wanted to do to dangerous work nobody wanted to do.

When guiding merchants from other villages or doing something outside the village, Reu became sure to do it.

The reason is simple, because no one will have any trouble with Reu dying. In the midst of demonic death and snow, work that goes out without darkness must mostly go hand in hand with death.

"If it works, that's fine, and if that creepy kid dies, that's fine"

Reu sandwiched those words in his ear many times. I didn't argue or even react. But she also knew that everyone in the village was creeping out their hair and eyes and making fun of them.

Among other things, she merely believes in her mother's words. That's all she meant to live for. So even if I knew it was dangerous, I wouldn't refuse to work. Wages were enough that one loaf of bread could finally be bought.

One day, when those days were repeated, it came naturally.

It was a good time to repair a waterway located outside the village at the fingertips of a scuffle. This is a substitute beyond my control. When Reu realized it and tried to return to the village.

A big shadow covers Reu. When I looked up reflexively, the bird's compound was in the universe. Its Raptor-specific eyes are sure to pierce the Leu. It is their characteristic hunting attitude that widens their wings wide and moves their legs.

In an instant Reu realized. I'm trying to eat me. You can never escape on your own. So Reu gently closed his creepy red eyes.

- At least at the end of the day, I wanted to die to sleep. That was her only wish.

Does it hurt? Will it suffer? How soon will he die? I want you to kill me in an instant anyway. During his death, Reu prayed, feeling an eternal moment.

Nothing good happened, but if this pain persists anyway. You better be dead.

At the same time I thought so.

On the cheek, something warm descends. Reu didn't know what it was at first. Later I found out that was a flesh piece of a bird's monster that blew up his whole body.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time - it's not a horse deer, you. That's what you want. I don't know why. It doesn't bloom, it doesn't shine, it's raw for what?"

It took Leu a while to realize that he was his voice.

But naturally, even though I thought I was going to die, the monster suddenly burst out in front of me, and if strange words came in from within me, I wouldn't be upset.

That emerging voice borrows Reu's mouth and says as it deserves. The place was full of confidence and dignity that could be regarded as arrogant.

"All miracles and fate are mine. Brilliance is my source. I don't know why you think all that stupid stuff, but let's promise you supreme self more than the gem Ba-Agatos gets your body. I don't give a shit about living for someone like you and your mother."

For a moment Reu saw a red hair in front of him and someone with white eyes. Beautiful hair luster, confident and radiant eyes. An honest, inviting face. So the innocent malicious - did she refer to herself as a gem?

To that appearance, for some reason Reu even remembered to be familiar and opened his mouth. I guess it's because it's the first time I've been born with objections or something. Awkward words, but certainly, Reu said.

"Living for people is never about helping someone."

It's her faith, something she can no longer let go of. A very strong word was there, not a weak one.

That must have been the beginning of them.

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When I opened my eyes, I could see the ceiling. I fluttered my sight for a while, but Reu finally realizes he's surrounded by something soft. It also took me a little while to understand that was what a bed was.

I've never seen a bed in a man's house, but this is the first time I've been wrapped up in it. Unlike the bed and the straw and the floor, Reu was even stunned to see if this was also a soft one.

The moment I somehow get uncomfortable and try to get up, my torso falls back into bed. My right arm was so heavy, it even looked like iron.

"- You're up. How can you say your name? If you can, I hope you don't give me a noisy name."

Pillow, a little far away. Someone is sitting on a chair I put around the front of the door. Reu managed to turn his red eyes and little face sideways and turned his gaze toward his voice.

Black eyes, same color hair. The woman who helped herself, did she say that?

It was a very rare fur color as well as its own, but Leu thought its black color, reminiscent of the night darkness, was lustrous and beautiful. Blink a few degrees and then answer the question.

"... Reu. It's just Reu."

Reu felt his voice distorted. Anyway, I don't remember having much conversation with anyone but my mother. The voice was always frightening and unconfidential.

Fialert picked up Reu's voice like that and nodded satisfied. Then I move my mouth to talk a little bit.

The voice color was probably so gentle that Reu had never heard it before. Soft, enveloping voice. I've never heard anything like this from my mother, who tends to be sick.

But that's why the heterogeneity of its contents was remarkable.

- I know about you, though. You want to live now? Or you want to die?