A Wish to Grab Happiness

A silver threat shakes Ann's neck. With a moment of hesitation, the aim was precise.

Without a doubt, there is despair within the blink of an eye. Ann's five senses felt the fact.

As a matter of fact, Anne is not the first person in herself to be able to poke a knife. Sometimes they worked in slums in the walled city of Galuamaria, and sometimes they bought and targeted resentment without knowing it.

But still, there has never been a man who would unintentionally shake his blade off at Anne, who was only a girl.

Were the thugs caught off guard somewhere? Or the arrogance bewitched by his arm might have given Anne room to open her mouth.

Anne has rounded the blade that such a fool wields with one tip of her tongue at all times. They are foolish at all times and it is easier to convince Ann than to twist the baby's hand if you try. I didn't even think there was anything more dishonorable than injuring my body.

But unfortunately for Ann, the man standing in front of her now knew Ann wanted to threaten her. Without alarm of shards, without insult. Instead, he is waving a knife with the heart that precedes the demon beast.

So the knife definitely chooses Ann.

Ann's eyes are opened and he is wary. At some point, I thought this would happen. I also trained for it. But I can't move my body without it. Practice freezes a person's body.

Be Lord Hero, be Lord Kalia. Ann shrugged in her chest for a moment wondering if she was on such a horizon at all times.

Squeeze your body and shoulders small. I manage to shake the knife off with my arm, but I can't make it. My hands and feet were as blunt as they were paralyzed. Someone is floating under his blinking eyelid. I heard a sharp noise.

- That's how the blood was scattered. Black and red blood wet the floor cloth like wine.

"- Huh, gah!

I groaned. The sound of drooling with blood, which is very unusual in everyday life.

Brilliant indoors is the thin iron light. That was a few bottles, growing out of a man's palm. From Ann's point of view, that doesn't know what happened. What I found out was that the knife was off course.

The sharp blade drops its momentum and accuracy. The cutting-edge, which no longer has the will but is merely waved reflexively, plucks Ann's shoulder flesh, which is twisted from body to body, and falls zero out of the man's hand as it is.

The anxiety and agitation that floods out of her body as soon as possible, as if everything she thinks about in between moments is now pouring into Ann's head.

What happened. Thanks, I survived. But why?

Ann's orbitless thoughts are intertwined, and things move loosely in front of her eyes without ever being solved.

The sound of hiccups continues to ring. At the same time, a silver stick stood on the neck of the man who was the lead administrator. Even though Anne and the man opened their eyes in the wind that they didn't know what had happened, it didn't last long either.

Next, the man's hands and feet cramped like he was paralyzed, falling down as he blew bubbles. Perhaps even the iron that pierced the man, no, the needle, was painted with instant poison.

After seeing the man faint, Anne finally resumed her breathing. I hadn't even noticed that my lungs stopped that movement at some point. Open your mouth, but the words don't come out well.

"So I told you to put on an escort."

He was a swallowing voice that didn't look good on the field. That comes down from the ceiling. The needle shooter looks at Anne with only a glimpse of her face.

No, but she's the one who's used to these places. Maybe this voice is what the place deserves. Ann breathed on both shoulders even though she was not exercising and returned the words with a sweat on her neck.

"Thank you. Dear Bruder... I don't want to wear a visible escort. 'Cause it gives you a gap to stick in reverse."

Then Bruder comes down from the ceiling behaving like a light contractor. The tea hair color blended indoors and was strangely beautiful.

What you have on hand is the same thin needle that pierced the man's neck and palm. Those just go back to the wrist with Bruder turning his hand around.

Originally, I heard mercenaries were imitating assassinations. Honestly, I didn't think Anne was handy either. Does it also affect her personality, which she herself cannot decorate too much?

"Uh. I'm wounded...... ma. If this is the case, you can treat it immediately and it won't be noticeable."

So Bruder wiped Ann's shoulder blood with merit. Rather than pain, something like fever bites around Ann's left shoulder.

I've never felt anything like it. It feels creepy. It was the first blade wound I had received in a long time. Unexpectedly Anne glances at her own shoulder with her fingers.

It's not that big a scratch. As Bruder, who takes good care of him, says, the wound will heal as soon as it is properly treated.

As a negotiator, I'm not kidding that my body has scratches, etc. It's shame itself, and with extra scratches, it's easier to be alert. Only for early treatment.

Though that's normal.

Ann let the back of her eyes shine as she lifted her nose steadily. This might be a good idea.

If the Crest Church has captured Daicheng in the future, there must always be a bone meat feud going on internally about who the meritorious are, etc.

At that time, it is the characteristic nature of the military to say whether those who have not scratched one body can say that they have done their job.

One scratch on the shoulder would be effective in silencing those humans. It's not like I have no use as a negotiator.

Besides, Ann loosens her eyes and relaxes her cheeks.

- I'm sure the Hall of Heroes who saw this wound will distort his expression.

If you know that you have suffered such wounds in the struggle waged by forces by anti-Rugis, you must spin your words with a bitter expression.

I'm sorry, I'll say something about an apology. In contrast, I don't care, shall I give it back?

That will fit the occasion, but I'm sure the Lord Hero will not forget. He's such a character. It must have left a mark on his heart twitching just like this wound.

Thinking of it, Ann smiles, a calm, deep grin. But the back of my eyes was so black.

Without a reason to know what was in Ann's chest like that, Bruder still said in a casual voice.

"So what do we do with this guy? I'm not going to die, but it might take some time to recover."

Do you want to talk about it? Ann shook her head and responded to Bruder asking so. You can't know anything anyway. That cautious Salenio can't reveal his chest against what he uses on his pawns.

Rather, it was much more likely that they were grabbing extra information because of the disturbance. At least do it if it's Ann.

Ann took the zero fallen knife and opened her mouth. My shoulder fever started to turn into pain and my fingertips snapped.

"The end of the crest teachings is put on with the hands of the crest teachings. Master Blooder doesn't think this man will just betray the perimeter."

The lead administrator was a sensitive and attentive person only in that position. That's him, if you betray him, you naturally have other people.

Perhaps the human resources you will need to grasp this city of Philos after you have killed yourself. Those with some degree of military power would be eligible. If we don't hurry, we'll be in trouble. It would suck if they even lit it around everywhere.

But Bruder says long enough to include chewing tobacco in his teeth. I couldn't get used to it yet. It was a bare gesture.

"If the captain betrays you, it won't be worth it - because Vess is here."

The voice boasted somewhere and I was good at that. My brown eyes are shaking cheerfully.