A Wish to Grab Happiness

Sitting deep in the chair, staring at Richard's grandfather's face. The fingertips of the season gently glimpsed the abyss of the wine container. The brilliance of sunlight is passing through the window, bringing a glimmer of light indoors.

Are you convinced or dissatisfied with my words? I can't read it from Grandpa's expression. But it was worth a thought.

He cleverly poked his elbow with only one arm, fully grazed and crushed my answer, and then Grandpa opened his lips. I know what that looks like, back in the day.

Happily, it stayed the same as it weighed vice and violence.

"Right. Is it a god? Bye, Rugis. Stop talking about the nationalization of crests and the seizure of kingdoms. What's left of you for doing that? I thought you said it was an honor."

Honorable is just a word I've worn. Not a single belly swells.

That's what Grandpa says. He shows his teeth, puts the end of his mouth up in an upbeat mood and laughs. My face was invincible and my voice color was floating in the universe.

At this point, I had a bad feeling about it. Skin twitches oddly.

Experience suggests that when your grandfather gives you this look and voice, he doesn't say a lot. I dipped wine in my lips and glanced at my grandfather, feeling a small pain around my eyebrows.

At the same time, Grandpa opened his mouth and took over the words.

"- Don't tell me it's someone's help, let's take it from country to country. Me and you."

Reflectively, I open my eyes. What are you talking about, this grandpa? What does that mean?

My heart makes noises like an early bell. I didn't feel the taste of the wine in my mouth. Hot as a burnt fingertip.

He said he had just swallowed wine, but he was terribly thirsty. Open your mouth as you clog your words.

"... Grandpa. I can't even do that. Don't you think the liquor you drank yesterday is hitting your head now? See?"

My voice was strangely plundering. That's the word I managed to twist in it.

Still, the heart won't stop making noises on the run. It was also a huge shock to what Grandpa said, but more than that, I didn't think they knew what they were going to do.

Don't say anything more. I said that to Grandpa with that in mind. I'm not supposed to be the one who can't guess what that means.

Even so, Grandpa raised his voice, showing his teeth with great pleasure.

"There's no way I can do that. It's my soldiers and yours who are occupying this king's capital now, Rugis."

"Not my soldiers. A crest soldier. Nobody obeys me."

I guess, Grandpa gets up fluttered and puts one arm to the window. My gaze turned out at some point. The sunlight is putting shades on Grandpa's gray hair.

Grandpa, slowly open his mouth. I told him to bite it off.

Said that a soldier would be a general, not a king. Soldiers trust more than leaders who speak of ideals and doctrines and teach and guide everyone behind them, it is the generals who outweigh the arrow rain that falls together on the front lines.

Grandpa overlaps words that it is a creature called the soldier who can eat, drink, and hang his life for those he speaks with.

From behind, Fialert said, riding himself out.

"Though it doesn't seem that easy. The crest instructors are all especially serious believers. Isn't that different from what you know about soldiers?

Fialert's voice was sharp and tense. I don't even call it hostility, but I can see putting the corresponding emotions on the words.

But Grandpa stood shoulder to shoulder with a voice that contained such thorns.

"I'm not saying that the Virgin Lady has no influence. But this is definitely the guy with the lead over the soldiers. Rugis, when it comes to you moving, that Virgin will undoubtedly have to approve it."

Then what a trivial problem it would be to see who already has soldiers, Grandpa said. It was a smooth tone, as if I had been thinking about this for a long time.

Apparently, Grandpa really wants me to do something. Although I can't even read what interests and thoughts are involved there. Still, it never seemed like a joke in the booze seat.

"First, as long as the crest religion stands on top, the god I hate so much is bound to follow. Besides, are you sure the Virgin and Her Royal Highness are aggressive in the catastrophic crackdown? Everybody thinks you don't want to be poor."

Engage and grip fingers of both hands. The sweat was covering my palm. I really don't like my grandfather. I'm going to tangle this one up exactly where I don't want to be poked.

Then, of course, there will be no forces anywhere who want to suppress the catastrophe themselves. It's just like it used to be. I don't remember a sense of crisis until everyone can light their castle directly. Even if he were to be executed in turn, all he had to do was bump his hands and feet if he had a good tail somehow.

That's what forces are all about. The purpose of all forces is to maximize self-interest, and there are no forces that can easily be abandoned.

What do Matthia and Philos think now that they have this king's capital? That's something I don't know. But if you are thinking normally, you will move to defend the forces near Wangdu. As a crest teaching-only, that's definitely the best.

My eyes don't know, I shake. I was feeling an irresistible heat in my back teeth. Sweat licks my forehead.

"If you want to make something out of it, you have to be wary, Rugis. That's how always power is born, or you just have to take it away. Just like I used to tell you."

"- Is that what you're suggesting to me about betraying them, Grandpa? Well, if you're a stage actor, it was a famous dialogue."

Ring your fingertips down as you step on the floorboard on the soles of your feet. I narrowed my eyes and looked at Grandpa. I feel like all the booze I was supposed to have in my body has flown away somewhere.

Grandpa answered without any hair.

"I don't need to betray you, I'm telling you to stand up there. I told you. It just ends when you're dancing on someone's palm. Is your life a stepping stone?

You can take the initiative of the crest religion away from the Virgin Mattia and then even marry the princess. That way the status of the Lord will roll in. Both righteousness and fruit are in front of us.

In the sun, his grandfather said, shining in his eyes his ambition to survive even as a ship's arm.

I looked straight at Grandpa, keeping my forehead down with my paralyzing fingertips. It was not as if the wind were lying to the color of its eyes. There may be parts of you that aren't telling the truth, but at least about what you put out in your mouth, I'm sure your grandfather seriously thinks that's it.

- You're joking, Grandpa.

The words I was about to say really don't get out of my mouth. My lips were dry and I didn't try to move much.

What should I say back? What should I say?

What will the National Army do when it has taken refuge in the north? Governance of nearby cities responds to countries. There were a number of such questions that arose, but I didn't feel like putting them into words.

I don't care what you think to listen to your grandfather. I've thought through everything around it and decided to bring up the story with me. Then where I poorly arranged my suspicions, it was all rounded up and over.

mouth the wine again so as to dampen your lips, then say.

"Why are you telling me, Grandpa? What is Grandpa's purpose?"

"- Ambition. Ambition can always be the purpose of things. Whether it's good or evil."

My grandfather opened his eyes and at the same time, he heard a rushing noise in his ear. The sound of stepping on the floorboard and approaching this one.

The conductor's, it was a footstep.