A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Would this have been a small person, too?

Salenio's squire, Bernard, came to think of Largud-Ann best in his sight. I don't know. My lips are about to pull.

A woman named Largud-Ann, contrary to her fame and influence, was truly small. At first glance, he doesn't look like the kind of person who presides over the rule of a single city. You can call me a girl.

I'm sure Bernard saw Anne once or twice. It seems that that behavior and rumors heard from afar had made her look so big in her imagination.

Especially now, I guess that seems extra because I'm with the long-time fighter Tersarat-Rwana.

Now Anne had only a few other civilians with her besides Tersalat, and had not kept the guard soldiers inside the Great Tent. Even so, this place is just the enemy land itself for her. I don't think it would help if there was an escort.

Bernard thought it was a strange thing to say. The soldiers who guard Salenio and the other elders are lined up in the tent. The vigilance against Anne seemed to be rising everywhere.

Bernard's eyes, not even big enough to know the dirt, circle and dilute the color. The discomfort has left a stain on my mind.

I had no idea that Bernard had this seemingly girly woman with the kind of spiteful thoughts that those around him would say with their lips pointy.

I even think there might be some mistake or something behind her plot. If there is such a presence, it would probably be either the Virgin or the Great Evil.

But at this time Bernard was losing consciousness of one thing.

That the devil always deceives people by looking like a saint.

"Let's talk about the aftermath of the war, Lord Saleinio - we have received reports of the fall of the King's capital, Arche, Virgin Mattia and the Hall of Heroes. This establishes the southeastern part of the Garrist kingdom as a force zone of the crest."

In the words, the wrinkles between Salenio's brows deepen, and in that way a moment of agitation spreads to the elders. The veracity of the word is unknown. No such reports have come in here. But it was also true that it was not a word that could be completely ignored.

If that is the case, the city of Philos must be recaptured as soon as possible.

But Anne did not touch on the subject of the Wang capital any more, and closed her lips. That's how I slam my fingers on the surface small as I elbow to the round table prepared within the great tent. Then the clerk she brought spread the map on parchment and marked it plainly.

The walled city of Galuamaria, the mercenary city of Belfein, and the puppet city of Philos.

They are undoubtedly cities where creed religion has possession and influence. But the crest religion was not influential until those surrounding areas.

In any case, there was no historical status in the crest religion that could form it, nor was there any force that could do so. If the Garrist kingdom opens its jaw as instinct, there is no first urban village that intends to keep its own.

Thus, only the directly governing cities and very few villages, so to speak, were represented by the crest, and they were only a connection between dots and dots. Like kingdoms and lords, they do not have territories against the backdrop of absolute force.

- But unless the crest teachings were to cut off King Garrist's capital.

The Kingdom of Garrist completely loses its influence over the South and becomes a northern force. East of the Great River Augus and southeast of the Kingdom of Garrist would yield under the forces of the crest.

If that happens - for the first time since the fall of the Altian Unified Empire, the crest religion will have its own territory. The perimeter force map has collapsed, and the cartographer must now rewash the surrounding geography once and for all. The more you think about it, the more you are stingy, such as the occupation of a city.

After all that big-picture talk with her tongue, Ann loosened her cheeks and moved her lips smoothly. Its small body is now receiving more attention than anything else in the Great Tent.

That's because everyone has doubts about whether what Ann says is fulfilled and true, but she has a tongue that just makes the other person listen to the words more than that.

The old man Salenio pulls his jaw as he tightens his wrinkled, carved eyes.

"So, what's wrong? I guess you're not just here to talk about dreams you painted on the big floor, huh?

Ann returned Salenio's words in a way that made her feel bad. Behind those eyes is something unscrupulous hidden. Her thin fingers ran over the map.

"What I brought is just a suggestion. You know that if the tissue continues to become enlarged, eventually one head will not be enough, Lord Saleinio. It's all about God that can see, hear and rule. We always have to cut it off somewhere."

Ann's fingers twirl through the Augus Grand River on the map. The city Philos to the west over its border line, and the letters Galuamaria and Berfein to the east were leaping that way.

"- Only then will the Virgin Mattia and the Hall of Heroes take west of the Great Augus River. As such, Lord Salenio, you must rule east of the Great Augus River."

Easily the little lip bounced and said as if it were terribly easy. For a moment, Bernard couldn't understand what Ann's words meant.

What was finally marginally understandable was when Salenio gave a dead voice to each other.

"Stuck - told me to pull myself in to the east side in a big way. So that's what you're trying to say, Ann."

Not to mention pulling in, Ann shook her shoulder with a chirping, bell-rolling laugh.

Salenio is the one who hasn't shown a great deal of response, but the seniors around him and that's how Bernard also makes his face stiff.

My cheeks muscles are tingling, frightened, and I'm going to forget how the hell the normal look was made.

Maybe Bernard didn't even understand what this woman was saying.

But if you can be honest, Ann said. When you sell east of the Augus Grand River to the crest forces led by Saleinio.

Regardless of the material that collateralizes it, it has not yet been shown, and it is also felt in the words of mouth alone. Rather, that's more likely.

Still, there is little consternation in Anne's leaking of words that are close to treachery to the crest forces, and thus to the Virgin Mattia.

She is arguably one arm of the Virgin. She has all that ability and trust. Besides, Anne even looked stronger in her faith in the Virgin than in some sort of crest religion.

The fact that she shows treachery even in shards makes a person's mind hold something called a certain suspicion. If she says so far, no matter how suspicious, maybe that includes the truth.

Besides, it was also a fact that Ann no longer had the means to take it.

Much of the city Philos' military and supplies food is brought to the King's Capital Front Line, and it's as if we can't expect as much bottom line as we can against the army of Saleinio. In that state, the morale of soldiers would not be maintained for that long either. If you do poorly, you won't even be able to rule.

Now it was like Ann's hands and feet were tangled with rusty chains making a noise. Everything that surrounds her clings to her.

Then Bernard thought this might be something close to surrender.

On top of that, with the last resort, she's here now. To keep them as a force, without doing anything to divide the contested crest religion. He is throwing a drop over to Salenio, who originally pointed a spear at the Virgin.

Bernard noticed that he was unknowingly scratching a sweat on the palm of his hand and made him grip his finger.

"Largd-Ann. So what do you offer Non? What will make that word true?"

Salenio's age-old eyes stare forward Anne in a stronger shade. Every word seemed to cast Anne aside and hunt her down. A tone that makes you feel pressured to push your opponent into silence, even though you are looking for words.

But Anne nods her jaw and says, as if she understood.

"- You should get into the city of Philos. You're welcome, if you're going to put down your spear."

Salenio's dead tree-like hands tangle with each other, leaning slightly as he might conceive. Ann just had the same grin. I can't read from the outside if I can afford it, or if I'm being mean and managing to strain the iron skin. That's what she's been like for a long time.

Weighing his lid, Saleinio closes his lips. Bernard couldn't measure what he was worried about again, either. But it's certain that some kind of plan would be flying around in his head.

Is Ann really a dogmatic apostate? Or is it all just a ploy? But it's too much of a plot.

The human thought that was on the field did stop me for a moment. Afterwards, Saleinio asks.

"Do you - think this deed is just?"

I guess the inquiry didn't make any predictions. Ann makes decent eyes and stares at Salenio. No, is that even an act?

But soon she took care of her expression and Anne said.

"Lord Saleinio. It's not justice and evil that's in this world, it's the truth and everything else."

Salenio heard it and rang at hand.