A Wish to Grab Happiness

"I can't stop here right now because I trust you from the bottom of my heart. Even if I can't do it, I'm going to cut Largear's exit. I believe that's what I'm supposed to do now."

Rugis' words, they break. As if there was nothing more to say. Eldis' lips trembled as she responded. Bigeye pierces Rugis' eyes.

"- I guess that's the end of the excuse. Not convinced at all. Oh, I'm uncomfortable. You don't even know how that silver-haired kid felt going to the front."

Eldis tells him to trump all the words Rugis has spoken.

Speaking of his face when I told him so, I didn't. Nature and Eldis cheeks distorted. It's like a snake suddenly bit me in the hand, that look.

Eldis's eyebrows rise as he brightens his eyeballs. The expression includes indisputable anger. Her lips were sharpened by dissatisfaction, and her voice color was overflowing with swirling indignation throughout her chest.

"Don't hate it, it's your nature. Including where you don't include yourself in the number of sacrifices, or where you don't even try to read the minds of others."

Binocular glances at Rugis, who still has a puzzling look on his face.

Eldis' expression, which had never been more emotional on the table than it had originally been, is vibrantly shaking, as all this time is also with her emotional spokesperson.

I'm sure Rugis doesn't understand.

How much thought did a silver-haired swordsman take to the battlefield? What thoughts did I have, staring at his back as he left from under me? One thing, I don't understand. Eldis understood that deeply at this time.

Eldis' eyebrows made a big connection.

"The truth is, I wasn't as willing to talk to you as I was to shards. I thought that was a courtesy to you, and my insistence."

And I didn't even want to show my weakness, I didn't.

Erdis is flying a phantom to the front line, which means two things.

One is to fulfill its responsibilities. duty as a commander-in-chief, as a person to be taken. Don't miss the appearance of a dying soldier, and don't miss the fact that hell is in your hands that you're about to whimper.

And the second thing is, I just can't stand waiting for Rugis.

Isn't he the one who killed Rugis on the battlefield? I can't dismiss the imagination that my back is too tight to fulfill my responsibilities and I'm going to die myself.

There is no doubt that anxiety and anxiety enough to scratch your chest became one of the reasons for choosing the option of using phantoms.

Eldis understands that it is a serious lapse as Commander-in-Chief that makes me feel that way. It is an improbable act to kill a personal affair and to be seen as someone who must be.

I didn't want Rugis to see me like that. After I've already shown you something unusual, but still not what I want to show you.

Besides, it seemed to Eldis a terribly cowardly act to talk to him using his phantoms when he went to the battlefield hurting himself.

Speak to him in a tranquil place, but only to satisfy his impatient emotions.

I would not otherwise admit Eldis's insistence on such an inferior way.

In fact, until now, Erdis has been watching Rugis's mundane combat activities silently as he devoured his teeth and killed his soldiers. Even when I exchanged words with the silver-haired girl, I didn't try to close my eyes, stirring up my emotions.

But all this time, I'm not going to let that emotion subside.

Haven't you read people's minds? Yes, Rugis shrugged as he let the chewing cigarette smear in his mouth.

"Your ears hurt, you're absolutely right. But rather, you can't even tell. You can read people's feelings to people like me."

"- You're going to have a good, windy mouth. Trying to read it, to a habit you never thought you would."

Erdis was reflexively biting at the words Rugis would have twisted while upset. Unexpectedly, feelings close to shame appear in Eldis' chest.

Erdis blushes unexpectedly at herself for reacting like a child who has no thoughts or feels like a waste. But the emotions in my heart zero words out of my throat. It can no longer be stopped.

"I certainly don't know you in depth. All I know is about life on the tower. I'd rather not know."

That's regrettable. Mouthless.

I'm sure that silver-haired swordsman, even a dark-haired magician, knows one side of him he doesn't know. That fact alone is enough that the back of my throat seems to burn.

So it shouldn't matter to me if their promise to Rugis is broken. It's supposed to be.

"But I can tell you this. You are so stupid that you cannot be saved. [M] Don't we trust her so much? I guess I'm weak enough to have to live at your expense."

A phantom cannot touch an object. You can't even move one thing at a time.

But Erdis draws the phantom closer, as if to leave his body with a stifling Rugis. My fingertips seemed to touch Rugis' cheeks.

Naturally, those fingers stick through their cheeks. There's nothing to touch. Eldis felt his eyes overflowing with emotions covering his chest.

"I have no words to give back. Eldis -"

"Don't apologize. You owe me an apology, idiot. Don't feel sorry for my knight habit."

Erdis understood that Rugis, who had finally opened his lips, was about to divulge the next word of apology. So I won't let you say that word.

Rugis' hand, which had been addressed to him to put him on the shoulder of the phantom, trembled with horror.

Besides, even if he had exhausted his words of apology to himself, Erdis was no longer willing to forgive Rugis.

Now at this time, I understand very well. He naturally moves forward if he knows that it is he who will be hurt, even if it is the restraints and promises he has imposed himself. That's normal. It's as if it was imprinted on someone somewhere when it was their role.

I can't forgive you. I don't know who it is. I don't know where it is. But Rugis' consciousness is bound by the foolish spirit of undoubtedly sacrificing himself the most.

That's no longer like instinct. It is engraved in my soul that I should also use my death to humiliate myself and achieve my purpose.

I don't know who it is. I don't know what it is. But I can't forgive you.

But what? The rest is easy if you know why. If such a curse is tying Rugis, I'll just engrave the curse from above him again. Now you just have to be the curse.

Rugis once said he wouldn't let me get away with it. If so, so am I. Never, never let them get away with it. Release that bound spirit, and now I will bind you.

So many times, Eldis overlapped words. Let every word no longer be a curse. Mix the dark emotions that gush in you.

"- It's good. If you want to go, you order me to. [M] I will take you under Largeas. [M] But don't forget. You know, I'm not the only one. You trample on the thoughts of a silver-haired child, and even the thoughts of other people, and you move on."

Erdis moves his little lips, trying to hold the phantom, and yes whispers in Rugis's ear.

Behind that brain, let it tangle. You're not the only one who's sacrificing. At the same time, try to remind him over and over that you're stepping on someone's thoughts.

To never let anything ridiculous happen that puts your sacrifice first again.