A Wish to Grab Happiness

Am I brave or reckless?

It's a question of a man who decides to go the unseen path ahead, throwing himself once in his heart.

Are you making your own decisions, or are you wrong? No matter how tough and active the spirit is, for a time or so, something that bothers me with such a careless question.

You have to have courage to make decisions at all costs, and courage is sometimes a terrible thing to do with your life.

On the outskirts of the city of Philos, Largdo-Ann had also made the inquiry to himself. Am I brave or even reckless?

Again, Ann wasn't going to get an answer either.

She has never run her intellect before about such things as courage. There is always a disadvantage in favour of things, and if their pretense width is inclined in favour, they move, if they are unfavourable, they do not move. That was supposed to be all that was real for Ann.

Bravery, resoluteness, etc., are like a drop of exalting medicine to move forward. Anne truly thinks it's something she really doesn't deserve to ask.

But still, Anne mocked herself all over her chest because if she was left in the cliff abyss, she would follow something like courage.

If he had been an adult, he would have hit some kind of hand before he fell into distress. Ann pulls the reins with a sigh close to a grin as she imitates someone and clasps her shoulders small.

Beyond that sight I'm already beginning to see a flax tent. There was only one force at this time to set up a tent and camp near the city of Philos.

There's got to be Salenio and the neighbors waiting with their fangs up. There is also a danger that the rebels who led the way are plotting against themselves. Anne is stepping on it, probably without it.

Whatever the scouts say, Salenio and the rest of the road to this point is a march like a terribly neat example. That was how it was reported that no material expropriation from the surrounding villages had taken place. He also said that every city connected to the crest religion has its roots.

It was a good thing. Ann bites her teeth on the horse, saying that if only a few more rough opponents were enemies, she wouldn't have to imitate herself in such a way as to push herself out of danger.

But from what they did, Salenio's policies were well seen. He puts fame first, above all. I have only acted on the basis of the survival of the organization even before my actions, rather than the march I left to my emotions.

That is why the reason for giving up soldiers was also the contents to the effect that they were meant to conquer the dictatorship of Largud-Ann. That's not your gain, that's why the crest religion gave up soldiers.

Therefore, it should not be possible to move without a great name. Especially if the present companions are with us.

"Largd-Ann - is that it? That sandy tent belongs to Garrist."

Accompanying people lining up. Elizaldo, the Southern nation. Tersarat-Rwana, the high-ranking fighter, voiced so intriguingly without any reason to know Ann's stuck chest.

Ann smiles back in bitterness at that well-stretched but somewhere uneasy voice. I could see the power coming out of my shoulders without knowing it.

"Yes, Master Tersarat. I don't use much sand, but the common tent here is that shade."

Tersarat nods so intriguingly that he sighs light in the back of his eyes. The journey to here is the only thing I've learned, but apparently someone named Tersarat was more curious than he was.

I felt that Ann was a little childish even though she was being disrespectful about what she heard in her eyes and what she said about Tersarat. The difference with the grown-up look adds to that extra. It was very different from the figure I had imagined.

When it comes to the high fighters of Elizaldo, he is a proud being who constantly lacks drilling and training in the land of sandstone and thus becomes the spear and shield that defends the nation. Sometimes a way of life that doesn't even save your life and goes to battlefield is regarded by garrisons as barbaric.

It was surprising to Anne that a human being who would be devoting much of his life to martial arts has the same honesty as a child. In a good way, though.

It was also significant that she was a better messenger than Elizardo and that she was thus a high-ranking fighter who had asked Tersalat to attend the meeting with Salenio this time.

In the unlikely event that Salenio harms her, Elizardo will undoubtedly sweep out that raging fang. I hear they are suffering from a demonic disaster, but they will nevertheless always retaliate.

That's how Elizaldo is with the people of his country. A nation where everyone has instincts that can be described as frantic because of poor resources. It could have been so much better, such as Iron Blood Country, than Sandstone Country.

Anne has only told Tersalat that she is going to a meeting with the crest elder. That's what I asked you to be.

That is how it is communicated to Salenio through the Messenger as well. Salenio understands the intentions of this side.

If you turn your fangs to Tersalat, you will always turn Elizaldo against the enemy, and if only Ann is caught on the spot and his neck is snapped, Elizaldo will defeat the fragile organization where the crest forces are conducting internal divisions.

That should never be where you want it to be with Salenio.

Rather than that, Anne wonders if it will make her nod her neck where she drops it on this side. But it didn't make any difference whether it was a bet or not. At any rate, only a small number of soldiers are on escort. If you get speared, it's over at that point.

A man named Salenio keeps something bottomless somewhere in his mind. Make it the Virgin Mattia, make it the hero Rugis. As well. Perhaps he who stands above must be.

On Salenio's formation, her gaze pierced Anne enough to feel on her skin. Anne bounces them with perseverance, correcting her courtesy.

This was no longer one battlefield. What people see their standing behavior and appearance to determine their attitude. If Ann showed a weak attitude here, even in shards, that would also affect the outcome of the talks.

I would never allow such a licked imitation. Ann was no less complacent than anyone if she were to limit herself to the area of interpersonal bargaining only.

Two, between the arrival of the guided soldiers. Ann glances at Tersarat's figure. That's how I spoke only slightly.

"Dear Tersarat at…. Why are you dressed for the battlefield for so long?

The Tersarat outfit wears Elizald-specific black feet on both hands and legs, as well as protective gear that they prefer on their arms and hips. It looks good when a long-lasting girlfriend wears it, and that makes it something that doesn't hide the feminine charm.

Whatever you think, it wasn't going to the talks, it was dressed as trying to get to the battlefield. Until earlier, it didn't look good because it was wearing a coat, but when I look at it again, it stands out a lot.

Tersarat responded with his chest stretched, in a spirit of exasperation.

"Oh, don't worry. This still goes for the civilization of the Garrist country. Talking is about a place where you stick a blade through each other's throats, right? Then it is only natural that this Tersarat-Rwana should also come dressed up."

That's right, looking at Tersalat, who confidently says, Anne makes her cheeks slightly slap. That's how I held something like a glimmer of concern to my chest, I thought.

Apparently this fighter named Tersalat is also a race he is not good at.

Speaking of which, Tersarat heard that he had been involved with Rugis quite a bit. If so, it is already clear who planted the incorrect Garrist statue on her.

Ann sighed in her mouth to make sure no one noticed, suppressing her eyebrows. I didn't think I had to let him get past my head until it might be the end of the day.

Sometimes soldiers move forward and offer guidance. He turned his foot toward the Great Tent as he was led. The crest is coloured and looks slightly more luxurious than any other tent, which is undoubtedly what the commander has.

Ann inhaled her breath deeply and threw up small like that. Step into the great tent and say.

"It's been a while. Lord Salenio, when you look at each other like this, you will miss the time when you were once taught."

Salenio answered Ann's words, with a grin. Soft but deep eyes capture Anne and Tersalat.

"I no longer miss everything. But if you skip the past, you can't move on, Ralgud-Ann."