A Wish to Grab Happiness

Finally, a paragraph was made.

Virgin Mattia is one of the rooms given in the Volvato morning to make her lashes jump small. I've been too busy here.

The crowning of the young son by Volvato. Issuance of a declaration of harmony and cooperation. to other trade agreements and future policy decisions.

Many nights went by without sleep, leading up to the signing of formal arrangements and documents. Mattia's expression has a strong colour of fatigue, and she hides it with makeup, but the neighborhood is dark.

Nevertheless, one could say that it went smoothly for national and national arrangements.

That is naturally because a state called the Volvato Morning had lost the strength it used to negotiate.

Even if not total surrender, there are many parts where they have had to swallow the say of the Garrist kingdom. It was Mattia's role to put her hands together so that that point did not take root.

Nevertheless, it is undeniable that the name of Rugis was also effective in that respect.

He joined his own hands with the Magic Guiding General Mastigious to show him the feat of demonic conquest without omitting private gain.

If that hero is a mediator, and many senior Volvato officials refrained from speaking. Because of his presence, there are many parts that made it easier.

- That's why Mattia thinks. You can no longer leave a hero named Rugis in an unstable position. One step, we have to get out of here.

Mattia glanced through the private room as she sat down in the chair. There is still no sign of a waiting party coming.

For the first time in a long time, I let sweet alcohol soak up my lips. My cheeks go slightly feverish.

In order to remain calm, Mattia does not like alcohol. Because at any time, the Seal Virgin must be calm and judged above calculations.

But now I feel like I could just tip the liquor. Everything went well. Mattia felt the thought of her cheeks connecting unexpectedly.

Mattia did not let Rugis be recognized as belonging to either the Kingdom of Garrist or the Volvato dynasty, either at the crowning ceremony or at the signing ceremony.

Insist that what he does as a mediator between the two countries is the smoothest way forward.

Both countries swallowed Mattia's words. Clogged It's still close to making Rugis admit it belongs to the crest religion.

And Rugis, as the mediator of the crest religion, signed the document. It's great.

- Later, yes or no, but I want to make this definitive.

That is what will be needed to facilitate the world.

Regardless, Mattia knows Rugis doesn't like it. He hates being part of something, like a curse.

But what if that's what he's after? If it is truly for Rugis, he may accept it.

I have enough expectations. But if they refuse, what is it?

The voice was heard where Mattia put the glass back on the table with a sigh of anguish.

"Whoa. You're drinking first by calling people in. I guess we can talk."

"I barely swallowed it. Do you think I get so drunk that I get back and forth unconscious?

"Well, imagine."

Rugis replied with a flattering shoulder and sat down opposite Mattia.

And as I learned on my own, I pour the liquor into my own glass. It's a luxury drink unique to the Volvato morning. I'm not strong and drunk, but the sweet taste makes my mind bounce. Mattia knew these things were his taste.

Mattia tried to open her lips effortlessly.

"It's been a long time since I've thought about it, talking to each other like this, etc. It bothered you at all."

Yes, there are only two of us here.

Kalia is regrouping the troops, and Fialert is involved in the Volvato morning side of the errand. Princess Philos is still attending a recurring reception.

And most importantly, Finn-Eldis' necklace remains temporarily removed now. That's what I included in advance when I said we were talking about politics today.

"... I thought I'd tell you. It was my fault. The results were good, so give me a break."

"If you keep saying it was a good result, you'll make a mistake."

Mattia loosened her cheeks when she laughed, as Rugis lightly admitted her nonsense. Perhaps he also knew that Mattia would have blamed this great expedition.

On top of that, Mattia was happy that things were going out this way. Evidence that Rugis remembers the promise he made to Mattia somewhere in his heart - that he would not do anything of his own accord.

Rugis shook his head and nodded aloft.

"I guess we're talking politics today, Mattia"

Don't tell me any more, Rugis raised his hands. So Mattia decided to change her story the way she thought.

I spin the words I've thought of in my head many times, slowly.

"- Rugis. The world has become what you think it is. At some point, you said it, right? The only way to fight demonization is for countries to consign. No, was it a letter, not a word?

With the glass on the table, Mattia sees Rugis' face. He was slightly inclined to drink, and I could see that he was asking how things were going.

"Elizaldo, the Southern nation, in the aerial garden Gaza. And the Oriental male Volvato morning - I can't say enough about a complete alliance, but nevertheless, we built a system close to the Union against demonization. This must be something you've been working on."

"If this was all made by me, I'd be dressed up. Nothing like that. The soldiers and I have moved."

"Still."

Mattia steps on words as she keeps from being swept away by the rhetoric that is characteristic of Rugis. Draw out Rugis' words one by one.

"But here's the problem. Each country tries to make a hero of you its own. You know that much. And this federation could be lost by your own will."

"... you say things that threaten you, Mattia. You want to tell me to stand around well. I know."

Put down a beat, Mattia trims her lips.

I had a strange palpitation in my heart. The sound echoes into the cerebral marrow. I howl my throat desperately not to bite the words.

"Yes, it would be best if you stood around as a hero of the crest."

Rugis was listening to Mattia on her cheeks. If you want to tell me something, tell me, he moves his lips.

Mattia took the word, swallowed her spit and opened her tease.

"Yes, but before I do, apologize to you."

Apologies. Yes. After hearing Rugis repeat himself, Mattia gently stroked the golden crest ring that remained embedded in her own finger. That's how I look at the crest ring that Rugis keeps fitted.

I turned to my own ring as Rugis followed Mattia's gaze.

"When King Garrist fell, I made you a promise to exchange rings."

"Oh, you must be the guy who won't betray me. Call the record keeper."

I even laughed when I thought about it now. How dare you do something so bold?

Mattia shook her neck to the side and cut off Rugis's words.

"Yes. But no - exchanging rings is an exchange of souls for crests. It's an engagement vow."

Rugis flashed his expression for a moment and put the glass on the table. Though it's the voice that hasn't leaked, if you look into those eyes, you can see the confusion playing in him.

What are you talking about? I see you're saying that. But this confusion was only part of Mattia's assumption.

Mattia took Rugis' hand, thrown out, with both hands, overlapping her gaze and moving her lips.

Then Mattia says the words she practiced many, many times. My cheeks stained with shame and still desperately shook my courage and said.

"Rugis. Again, I'll say it - let's get engaged. Me and you. That's the best way to stabilize the world."

Mattia showed a bare impression that she understood all the conversations so far and Rugis's reactions. But the inner part seemed to burst with excess agitation and tension.