A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Maybe I should have stopped.

Richard-Permilis frowned and dropped such a glimmer of thought in his chest. In front of you, the original purposeful godson, Rugis. As such, the women who do not leave him and surround themselves as if they were wrapped in chains.

Knight Karia-Birdnick. Sorcerer Fialert-la-Borgograd. That's how the queen of elves, Finn-Eldis.

If we only look at the sight, it also looks like Rugis is embodying heroic color. How dare Richard feel like he has a threesome that just doesn't end there.

Most importantly, everyone's eye color is extremely dangerous. Not that of a woman who talks about just liking, disliking. I'm starving more than that, and most importantly, I'm pregnant with something heavy.

Richard leans against the chair with a grand sigh as he puts the liquor bottle he brings on the table. That's how I said it, tilting the wine in the container at hand.

"... Hopefully. Oh, I wanted to talk to you two guys. I don't think so."

When you shake your white beard and say it's pompous, your six eyes react strongly to change shape. That shade is no longer close to hostility. No, it was originally an enemy general, so maybe the reaction wasn't an error.

Silver swayed with strange darkness, Kalia-Birdnick said, capturing Richard's eyes.

"That's an impossible proposition, Richard-Permilis. You can't forgive a one-on-one conversation between you and Rugis, who are only temporary allies."

Besides, Karia says with a strangely glossy grin. At least, it was a look I had never seen before when I met him face to face in a military conference setting.

"Besides, Rugis vowed not to betray me anymore. So you don't have to hide anything from me, do you?

"... Fine, Grandpa. If you don't have a problem with that, talk to me."

When I took that word and looked toward Rugis, I was leaning down my gaze as I slammed my cheeks. Richard doesn't really know where the truth is, but apparently it's not.

Apparently, the sorcerer's woman and Her Majesty the Queen of Elves were here for the same reason. Should I say there is no moderation, or should I say I don't mind having that much leeway?

I'm not saying this because all three of them are women chosen by Rugis. Richard distorts his mouth wondering if he might be taking the lead a little too much.

Richard sounds as he pours wine into his slightly dry throat. The intense smell stirred my nose.

"- Well good. About the use of this king's capital, Rugis. I got hurt, but it's still well worth it. Then we should decide where to go while it's worth it."

Do you sell them out, or use them to crush them? Either of them.

As soon as Richard put it that way, Rugis squints his eyes in surprise just wondering what he's talking about. But I didn't do anything to pinch my mouth, and I pulled my jaw and encouraged the words to continue.

"I know roughly what I want to do. Not until I'm trying to make that concubine princess look good. So, what are you gonna do after that, Rugis?"

Richard's eyes, including his old age, were wide open to peek into Rugis' expression. It contains sincere colors, not at what time.

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What are you going to do after that? stroking his jaw as he rebelled in his mouth the words his grandfather had said. I was searching behind my eyes for the sincerity that the word showed.

It's about Grandpa. You're probably wondering what I'm trying to do to put Philose-Trete on Garrist's throne and usurp the throne.

Then what is after that? Before that, what would Grandpa think to bring me that story?

If we're talking politics, that's out of my grip. Mattia, Anne, and Philos will take the lead.

I wet my mouth with the wine my grandfather brought me before opening my lips. Karia, Fialert and Eldis on the other side don't seem to be willing to pinch their mouths. I guess that means I'm only present.

"Nothing. She becomes an authentic princess and later wields royal power in this capital. The crest religion serves as a shield behind it and replaces the Catholic Church. That's all."

The area around the capital of the Kingdom of Garrist is still a fertile land. Rather, it can be said that it is the king's capital because of it.

If we can fully grasp this Wang capital, the crest religion will no longer be a small organization that has only suppressed the major cities, as it has always been. As a force sitting on the continent, I can say that we have gained a clear foundation for a great leap forward.

Based on that foundation, the flag of the Warcraft Disaster Crusade will be used to work with countries to settle this catastrophe. That's the biggest goal at the moment.

Naturally, it sounds easy in words, but it's not a very cheap path, and I know it's still close to a dream.

Still, now that King Garrist's capital has fallen and the National Army has fled to the north, we have no choice but to do so.

I would never tolerate cathedral, no, no matter what, just letting the Altier guy take the lead. It's about a guy who loves cheap words. I'm sure you've got a shitty script for me. Great stuff like sacrificing the vast majority of humans.

If you are, you must deny him no matter what, and retrieve Arueno from his hand.

When he put it in his mouth like that with some cuts, Grandpa pressed his fist against his temples and returned the words with no expression.

"Right. Bye. Rugis, I'm asking you what you're willing to do by swallowing Garrist."

Unexpectedly my lips closed to Grandpa's question. The lid opens wide and the expression hardens. I never thought there would be a story about the state itself, not creed religion. Pick a word for what you answered.

I was no longer the only one watching Grandpa's eyes. I'm sure Kalia, and Fialert. Not even Queen Tarudis of Gaza is in sight.

I put a container on the table with more than half the wine still in it and looked at Grandpa from the front and said.

"... that's too big a story for a common man like me to bear. I think it belongs to the Virgin Mattia and Her Royal Highness."

"You idiot. I'm serious. Besides, I've already crossed the point where I can get away with it. If you don't think about it, it's a convenient puppet for someone."

The Virgin or Her Royal Highness? Or maybe someone else, and Grandpa's gaze cuts off at the other faces.

On the side, too, I could see Kalia and Eldis flinching their eyes. It was the attitude that was quiet at what time, but its quiet was creepy the other way around.

I lay my hands flat on my chin, keep my lips down and swallow my exhale. I know exactly what Grandpa's trying to say.

After this battle, the catastrophe ended. What will be accomplished beyond that? If you don't have an idea there, they just use it like it's good, that's why.

But I don't know. Would something have happened to me? I thought from the end of my skull to the end, and nothing came out yet.

That's right. Grabbing Arueno's hand and being a Hert-Stanley hero like that. Other than that, I have nothing. As the word goes, there was nothing. I never even thought about it.

After the catastrophe? After working out the words for a few moments, I opened my mouth.

Grandpa's eyes were staring straight at this one. Please don't. You know there's no such thing as upbringing.

"Now I'm not going to line up the beauty - right. How dare you never enter the country again? God, what a mess. Bye."

I said, hoisting my cheeks and clapping my shoulders. Grandpa narrowed his eyes and then tilted the wine at his mouth.