A Wish to Grab Happiness

Confusion and blunt pain cover your head.

That must not have been because of the liquor put through her throat, but because the words of the Virgin in front of her worked.

- Let's get engaged. Me and you.

With an uncontrollable head of pain, I rebuffed her words. I am not bold enough to ask again what that means, etc.

Mattia's fingertips, holding hands, convey a soft feel and heat. Mattia's eyes had told her that this was not a booze seat joke.

Think. Mattia called this a political story. Clogging is an invitation to enter into a political marriage.

To make it clear that I belong to the crest religion in order to avoid disputes and grievances between nations. Talk about politics.

With a bite of his lip, he creased between his eyebrows.

- You big idiot. So if you're going to delude yourself, you better die.

Shake Mattia's hand back. Think, were her fingers so thin? I should have noticed it somewhere once before, but I totally forgot.

She's even making her fingertips shake a little. I looked Mattia in the eye from the front. Very pretty blue.

"Mattia, I don't care what kind of carriage you carry, but I'm glad you said that to me. It's my first time, I'm upset, honestly."

"Me too, for the first time. Something like this."

Mattia's words seemed to be shaken by emotions. That's all I found out about what she spinned the word with.

So I have to answer honestly. The other answer is an insult to her.

"Mattia - I'm sorry. If you think in politics, you're right. I'm wrong. But I have a childhood friend. Not a day goes by that I forgot about her."

In an instant, I could see Mattia's expression distorted in sorrow.

I knew she would look like that and moisturize her eyes. Somehow my stomach and head hurt dull. Whenever I kept talking about childhood, the pain grew stronger.

Betraying someone's expectations sucks at all times.

I have to do the worst from now on.

"My presence here was also the beginning of my promise to her. Say you'll be a knight at some point, picking me up, trying to get away."

Mattia grabbed my hand hard and put it between her tightly. He seemed desperate to find out how to respond.

"... I was wondering if there was such a thing..."

Normally smooth and tidy words now come out a thousand cuts and zero.

I didn't have the words to speak to her or the credentials to do so. Because I just betrayed her while I said I wouldn't betray her.

For a while there was silence in the room. Mattia is laying her gaze down, holding my hand in both hands. I was just watching it.

"... Rugis. I'm, like, the worst woman. Know it, hear it."

"... ok"

I never thought Mattia was the worst woman. Every hour. She's the best. But she wouldn't want those words.

"To hear the story, I guess that childhood tamer hasn't fit in for a long time. Me and you have been fighting together for a long time. I am proud to say that some days I hit you hard and now I have an irreplaceable pattern. Is that a mistake?

"That's not true. I think so, too."

"... but for my childhood thoughts, I need to win. That's what you say."

It was not a bare gesture to ask for answers, but a language that I could conclude in myself. After trying to keep her eyes slightly down, Mattia just shook my hand once.

Shake your fingertips and still be strong enough to chase you to something.

After he leaks his exhale, Mattia raises her gaze.

"- I'm sweeter too. If it's true, we should force you to get engaged from the political side. I can't believe I'm imitating something like this that I don't even know what negotiation means."

That was Mattia's voice at all times. I can see that while I still can't swallow the emotions, I am still calm.

Speaking of the Virgin, yes. But it seemed that somehow she had worn a mask, and she even felt lonely. Of course, you can't imitate what you say to me.

Let me ask you one thing, and then Mattia set her gaze on me.

"What did you say his name was? Are you still in the Garrist Kingdom?"

Speaking of which, Mattia didn't even know her name.

Says as she sees her calm down and puts her lips on the booze again.

"You know that, too. His name is Arueno. He's now a Catholic Virgin. It's hard to see him."

"- Heh, did you"

Moment. Voice color, changed.

Mattia's eyes darken and she switches from something with tight room air to something more dense. There were signs that the mask that should have been worn had been broken again.

It's not sadness or anger. More intense, people-crushing emotions are swirling in her eyes.

"That's a joke I didn't want to hear too much about, Rugis. If it's true..."

Say, Mattia takes my hands again. His face approached him and his exhalation was so far away that he seemed to overlap.

"- Think now about who you really think you are. The Virgin Arueno has issued a decree of crusade for the great demon Zebrellis and the fake hero. You know who this was for."

Fake hero crusade order.

The person the Catholic Church points to in its words is probably one. Perhaps the definitions are different, but I could easily imagine what meaning the orders were given.

It also sucks because it uses Arueno's name.

"... that's a word I didn't want to hear. But I don't know if it's the Virgin's word and Arueno's. Until we meet and talk."

Whether in the mercenary city of Belfein or the Great Temple of Flimsrat, she was not her. An ancient hero named Altia was just using it with Arueno's body and behaving as he pleases.

Then I don't know if this crusade order is Arueno's will either. The only way to hear her words is to kill Altia.

I still don't know if I have the means. Whatever the outcome, it doesn't mean what you look for or what you look for.

"... to the contrary, Rugis. You reject me because of your feelings for the Catholic Virgin. Not that I'm unacceptable."

Mattia looks into my eyes with her face close, holding her hands tight. Is it because of alcohol? It makes me feel strangely sweet. My cheeks are slightly hot.

At any rate, have you ever been so enthusiastically pressed by a beauty like Mattia? Will it come again after all?

Look at my expression, she loosened her cheeks.

"Let's do this, Rugis. I understand that you want to hear the words of the Catholic Virgin. Until then, it should be in the form of a reservation. After that, let's hear the answer again. If her answer was undesirable, if she could not ask -"

Mattia didn't say anything beyond that. Smiles with inclusions and wraps my hands around them.

What I thought most about her words was confusion.

Mattia's suggestion. That's too dishonest or disrespectful to her. First of all, I myself thought it was a mistake to imitate that.

But the moment I tried to say it - I couldn't open my lips. Instead, I open my eyes.

A few seconds and after a moment of silence, Mattia took her face off me and said:

"Rugis, do you hate me so much?"

That's cowardice. There's more to cowardice than that. My lips are strangely sweet.

"... ok. I get it. Give me a break."

"Great. Let's look forward to it"

Mattia has a wonderful grin against me for distorting her face. Rather than being cute, I can tell you that it's beautiful. It was a laugh like a single painting.

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- Things are simple at all times, and it's people themselves who complicate them.

Mattia shrugged so in her chest as she sent her gaze to Rugis, who leaned on her sweet alcohol.

I don't even give a shard to my expression. But the loose cheeks could not be contained.

I'm sure that I have such a sharp look now that I can't say the Virgin. But that's good.

Rugis is the only one who knows this look, and he has no problem showing it. Besides, now, I was full of joy.

The depths of my chest are overflowing with warmth and I'm starting to have a proper paralysis.

Mattia also understood that Rugis intentionally avoided women's relationships.

When I hadn't grasped the portrait yet, it didn't work when I tried to tie the right woman to the crest.

The reason for this, and how to deal with it, is simple as long as you know the truth.

If you say so, Rugis is ruled by a witch named Arueno. It was entangled in the demon's hand.

I don't know what happened between you and her. But I can understand how deeply that feels. I guess it's no longer close to faith.

- But it is everyday for Mattia to break down the other person's faith and make him be respectful.

I will shake your roots, make you doubt, and lead you down a convenient path. The important thing was to make people assume that it had happened as a result of their own thinking.

Mattia drinks with Rugis and makes her thoughts go through with agility.

First of all, information is restricted. Put all the information on the witch Arueno that reaches Rugis under surveillance. This, on the other hand, is relatively simple, the effect would be limited.

But the creed and the Catholic Church are more hostile.

Maybe, maybe, it's no surprise that misfortune happens by chance. If that happens, you can no longer hear the words.

The policy of the Virgin is fixed. More than this, the world breaks into two parts. But Mattia stared at Rugis with a warm look on her face.

- Oh. Do you think you can beat me about this hand? Oh, my God, sweetheart. I will never lose.

If you have no choice, you can do as many as you want. I am a crown, only if Rugis is a sword.