A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Give me your arm while I don't know, hungry ghost. No."

Wash his face in a quiet tavern as he takes Richard's grandfather's voice in his ear. Guests go home, and later there are only guests who stay in private rooms and those who can sleep at the table or on the floor.

Naturally, I'm the latter.

"I don't think so. You didn't win after all."

Remove pieces of the blade pierced in your face one by one, withstanding the pain of a small prick. If you fight like a blade crossing a blade, you can always scratch like this. Was it ruin wounds? This time, the knife just broke up so close.

"If it's a draw, it's superior. Though an apprentice, that lady is a knight. Besides, Birdnick doesn't have a fancy family name, but he's got a lot of skill. Not bad."

The battle was a draw. Because my knife was in Kalia Birdnick's throat, her long sword was in my shoulder mouth, and just before each hit a stop signal. If you keep going like that, I don't know what happened.

I could have sliced a piece of skin, and I could have had my shoulder twisted before that. Both possibilities were ample, I think. But Karia Birdnick was also convinced of the settlement, with a strange grin, and left the tavern with a grand foothold, "Let's keep the settlement". There may have been a place for her to accept the result of the draw. Because, as far as I'm concerned, it's too good a result.

But in me creepy, odd had sprung up in my chest more than such an exuberance of battle.

"Hey, great. Children grow up without parents. I'm growing up to be a godchild without knowing it."

Turn your gaze to Richard's grandfather, who strangely wants to compliment me.

I don't think this nasty grandfather wants to praise people without behind anything. I mean, there's something behind it. Definitely. Rather, there is a verse that is trying to enlighten me about it. If this grandfather is really evil and he's tricking me, I'm sure I'm stepping into the pit without realizing it.

"... Grandpa, you're still active, aren't you? I don't think it's a good idea to use too many people."

When I wash my face off, I hit the lead and return the words. Grandpa's body grew older and his beard and hair grew white. Weight may also be inferior to front-line active duty. But the lumpy muscles and raptor eyes that are retained even though they are old give their bodies unspeakable force. I don't know the details, but you said you used to be an adventurer and you were involved in the affairs of the state. Well, I've only heard it in the yotai tale of the tavern.

When he heard my words, Grandpa slapped him on the back, showing his teeth deliberately and laughing.

"Wow, you're getting it, Rugis... but don't worry, it's not a weird job. Besides, I don't know if you can really use it yet."

Grandpa's words, his eyebrows tickle.

"Does that mean you can get a good job around if you can decide you can use it, Grandpa?"

"Really, you're getting better at guessing, it's like you're a hungry ghost when it used to be"

To cunningly narrow your eyes, show your teeth and laugh is exactly what you deserve to call spicy. You don't look like a very good man. It's not the kind of race you'd want to believe.

But if you want to go higher, you should be the one to teach. I believe Richard's grandfather is the best.

"So, what am I supposed to do? I've decided to become an adventurer. If you're going to admit it, you're going to cross a dangerous bridge."

Richard's grandfather gently strokes his chin beard, distorting his eyes for a moment. It's like I'm guessing this one, and it's like I'm worried. I put aside a moment and said it in a voice that, although old, still had no fade of rigour.

"It's an easy job. If I succeed, I will speak to the Alliance Leader as well. Let's talk from the synopsis..."

I was leaving King's Capital and I was beginning to wonder quickly if I could really believe that grandfather.

"Hey, not yet. I'm free. Tell me something funny."

"Do you want to talk about the woman next door?

Avoid backfisting that flies out of your head. It seems that this woman, now and in the future, does not change the pattern of her actions. Don't make a scene, sir. What a low voice.

The job itself is, indeed, easy. The waxed letters and supplies shall be delivered to Fort Coryden on the western border. Never look at the contents. You can't even explore it. Just deliver.

I see. Sure, it could be a good job to determine credibility. Honestly, I don't have a chance to touch a waxed letter, so I even remember the strange exhilaration. Conditions are good. What an alliance you have for a carriage. I can accomplish my job just because I'm rocked, so to speak. I have anxiety, but I don't remember hitting a job this easy.

Just one thing if you're dissatisfied. Why is this woman, Karia Birdnick, accompanying her? This woman, though, would be a cavalier class. Why are you involved in guild work?

"There's a reason. I just can't teach. Generally speaking, the Knights have the right to intervene in guild work, they don't complain - well, it's an unstuck job, but I'm cautious, so think of it as a sophisticated eye-catcher. If you have any problems, I'll report it to you."

No, I drop my eyes on the waxed letter, looking sideways at Karia Birdnick, who grins all the way up her cheek.

Only those who have gained aristocracy or equivalent status in this country can carry out the wax. In other words, this seal is an order from a superior system that conveys some kind of order or instruction to Fort Coryden. Sure, it's not weird to be there for one or two of those jobs. Although the candidates are very reactive and hard.

However, it is common for this kind of thing to be formally conveyed, early horses used. If that doesn't happen, there's a good reason for it, it should. It's all just speculation, but maybe that's what's involved in her presence.

Close your eyes and disrespect one fruit from the load as you gently stretch. Red, good fruit filled with fruit juice. If I bought it on the market, the price would be there. If you bite your teeth off, the red fruit juice spreads through your mouth.

But on the other hand, I wonder if it's really not even a big reason for this request. Whatever, it was the runaway adventurer who received the request, and his aim was the apprentice knight in caution.

Not very much, but I don't even think the letter will take care of it. Precisely, isn't it a regular circular?

Hilarious, letting the letter dance in his hand, he stared inexorably at the sealed wax mark as he guessed the sincerity of the request.