A Wish to Grab Happiness

It was probably a more prescribed signal than the original that Salenio rang at hand.

Dear, the sound of an iron rub pushed against Ann's ear. Anne could see Salenio's old eyes looking at this one, including the severely painful one.

It is not tolerable to see in the eyes, but a colour that indicates rejection. Ann struck her tongue in the mouth, not putting it on her expression.

The bet went out the back. It won't be easy for you to get in this hand. I was hoping you'd hang out with me for a little while longer.

Moving his gaze to the left and right, he slowly Anne while the soldier holds a protective sword or spear in his hand, and that's how he even approaches Tersalat.

"I got the story. Largd-Ann. I know it's uncomfortable, but let's get him to stay in line for a while. It's safer than being in Philos."

Anne didn't look at her old lips leaking her voice as she swayed. From what I've said, it doesn't mean he'll be slapped in the neck right away. No, maybe it's an arithmetic of returning Tersalat to the city and then tightening it up.

Well, what should we do? Ann worked out the words in her lips as she leaned her little neck. Salenio is still suspicious. It took just one word to flip the plate to clear up that suspicion.

Rather than not, Anne makes her eyelashes jump, saying she's not trusted.

Salenio has had a peculiar look at Anne since she and Anne were still mentors. It was also something that found Anne's talent, and that's how she might have been convinced that the way she thought and believed was different from herself.

In his eyes staring at Anne, there was always an emotion lurking close to suspicion. That's how Anne does the same. The more we understand each other's thoughts, the greater the suspicion.

That hasn't changed since Anne left under Salenio. Only the seemingly scorching suspicion and hostility towards each other now are the bonds above all that unite our former mentors.

"Yeah, I can't help it. But apart from that, I have one request."

Yes, I was on my way to Ann's mouth. Kin, I hear iron jumping all the time. Did any of the soldiers imitate it sooner? Saleinio's eyes, which Ann had seen directly in front of him, also opened with a slight increase in risk.

Following that gaze, the spear tip the soldier had erected was splendidly broken. It was neither Anne nor, naturally, the civilian brought by Anne who made it up.

Tersarat-Rwana said as he rocked his shallow black skin.

"- Didn't I still get it right? Largd-Ann. Talking is a place to stick a blade together."

Tersarat's legs were bouncing as he sat on the chair. The black foot worn is crushing the nearby spear as she paints her legs. Instead of the wind of crushing it with force, it was making it up in a really light way.

I heard someone swallow a spit. I don't feel anything like peeling hostility from Tersalat's face. The room was sticking to my face. That's even more bizarre. The soldiers are also dying to decide if they should stick a spear in Tersalat.

Maybe this is what everyone called the Elizalds are like? When Ann embedded such prejudice in her heart, Tersalat went on to say the words.

"Saleinio old. Am I allowed to speak here?

Tersarat says with his fingers in front of his face as he sets up the soldiers around him. That may have been a declaration that she wouldn't let some kind of hand out because she uses her hands and feet as a murder weapon. My legs may come out, as they did earlier.

Saleinio opened his mouth as he narrowed his eyes for a moment, showing his palms flat.

"Of course there is no problem. If that's not against each other's interests."

Tersarat nodded satisfactorily with his fingers together.

This situation where Tersarat, who is only an original witness, gets the attention of his surroundings and gets the word out.

To this strange development, the guide and Saleinio were calm. Anne brought us to this meeting from time to time, not only because of the ingredients that did not allow us to use hard means, but also because we thought fully of the possibility that we were including something else.

Therefore, only Anne was a fitting that turned her thoughts so much that she was likely to erupt heat into Tersalat's eccentricity.

Naturally, Anne has never asked for anything from Tersalat, and I don't remember her making it through this meeting.

Because this should only fit within the issues within the crest teachings.

In the unlikely event that this kind of inner circle is allowed to intervene by Elizaldo, it will only be a weakness to be inserted in the future. No way can you ask for that from Ann's side.

What are you talking about? Ann bites the edge of her lips as she tries not to break her expression. To an unexpected situation, my teeth were going to beep.

"Earlier Largd-Ann proposals. I would love to have your pleasure. Please be the emissary of Elizaldo."

Hearing the words of Tersalat, it shakes slightly in the great tent. Ann desperately pushed away that something was about to leak out of her mouth.

What do you suddenly come up with? For some reason, I can see that you're giving me a boost here. As an emissary of Elizaldo, when it comes to things like that, it means nothing more than a request as a nation.

No matter how messenger, that should never be a good word to put out cheaply.

But why did she speak so easily? Leaving such Anne's suspicions and consternation behind, Tersarat makes her eyelashes jump with a gentle grin. It was a trick with strange beauty.

"... inside the crest. That's not what you're supposed to say. But why would Elizaldo want it?"

To put it naturally, Tersarat responds to Salenio's inquiry by moving his mouth slightly. For a moment only, Tersalat's eyes felt her stare at Ann.

"Let's be frank. Elizaldo doesn't say hello to the old Garrist nation. But we also believe that in this Warcraft - no, the Demon Disaster, cooperation between the state and the forces is necessary."

Leaning his arms slightly with his fingers together, Tersalat says.

Demon Man Disaster. He who fell Archet, the capital of King Garrist. And also in the southern nation of Elizardo, one of the seven great cities fell by the hand of the devil. Ann has received reports of damage close to natural disasters in Western countries, as well as in the Volvato morning in the East.

It was understandable that there was a need for coordination in advance of that, and it was natural that there was a grudge of years against the old Garrist nation. But. Ann slightly distorts the ends of her lips.

"At any rate, we want to coordinate with forces that have traditionally been hostile to the Garrist nation. But I have trouble getting that force to discuss and weaken internally. I want you to be independent as two forces anyway. Different?

What Tersarat says, for once, is muscular, and it may not be an error in Elizaldo's position. The conflict between Anne and Salenio will also seep into the boulder in this talk. Naturally, she understood.

But not all of that is true. Without a doubt Tersarat is lying about one thing.

Ann drinks down without sounding. I don't see how she could spit such lies. Is this defending oneself or trying to fit oneself in? Ann narrows her eyes as she lets her thoughts heat her up. That's how I saw Tersarat.

Tersarat had a pranky grin as he did only his gaze to Ann.

At least it was a look I had never seen on the road to here.