A Wish to Grab Happiness

- The silver long sword blinked, cutting off the horse and the man on the horse, and the knife wetted itself in red and black and cut off its neck again.

It was a brilliant surprise attack and only one rider escaped. He fled like a shedding without looking back. The breath runs out, and it's fear itself that runs around its brain. Two shadows dropped it off. Instead of drooling over something, or chasing it. The tranquility was even creepier.

And that's what he says later, surviving. I was attacked by a red-black demon and a silver-haired witch.

Ringing his nose, shaken by the vibrations of an unfamiliar horse. Is it even a bad rumor?

Though I managed to pick up my life, cuts and abrasions everywhere in my body. I bite my teeth unintentionally at the pain the lacerations cause.

In addition, the fruit juice that came down to my hair begins to smell intense over time. I'm used to the stench, but this is also too sweet. It's torture, on the contrary.

"But you, adventurer, aren't Assassins better suited?"

Calia Birdnick, who is holding the horse's reins right in front of her, turned around and said so, as she repeatedly rattled her nose so that she couldn't stand the smell.

With a loud sigh, I turn my mouth and my eyes to the letter to.

"I didn't even make a fool of myself. Surprise attacks and dark moves also have the necessary taste. Breathing, timing, luck. It belonged to you. It's like a trained move."

A trick that blinks your eyes as you wrinkle around your nose. It was like a curious cat.

"... what an adventurer. When you're doing your job, it's really dark in the back. I'm particularly sorry for the futile frontal collision."

Wipe just as much fruit juice as you can drop, and at the same time pay for blood. It's what I pay for on the horse, so I splash it on the side of the road, but if I left it there, the iron smell mixed with the sweet smell, and my nose was going to be stupid.

"More than that, I let you get away with it, and let's just go. It will be troublesome if you follow me from here. It's not going to work this way next."

"- I understand. I don't like horseback riding on foot on boulders. Hold on."

I think that's by no means to say that although the rider and the horse's neck were severed as they were, even though it was an ambush. This woman, she's a giant to a distant ancestor just because she doesn't know it, and she's causing ancestral returns. I guess not.

Karia Birdnick nods as she strengthens her reins and grabs her hips as she responds. The bargain is oddly thin and unreliable. Whatever, I recognize that this woman is still no different than a normal woman. Naturally speaking, there was incredible discomfort and embarrassment.

"But I didn't expect to be attacked in these streets anymore. The security of the country is also desolate. As a knight, pity. The policy of the Knights is not to say that only the King's Capital and its environs are a country."

That was a word of pity and self-restraint.

It is one fact that the security of this era could not be described as very safe. So, probably the parent balls of the previous raiders. Using him as the main cause, the whole country was rocked and even more desolate was only one of the facts that had passed in me again.

Yeah, probably this time, too, I guess. I took it so purely without knowing it.

A commander-like man in a helmet. The man looked important on his finger, an engraved ring. I disrespected it multiplied by confusion, sneaking it gently into my nostalgia, nodding without words in a mild reply to Karia Birdnick's words.

Fort Coryden is a relic of history.

Many fortifications, barricades and walls were rebuilt and reconstructed in the days of the Predecessor, who had the name of Architectural King. The great business carried out with enormous wealth and taxes seemed only then to have some shouts of bad governance, but it was undoubtedly the feat of the Predecessor that prevented three interracial invasions, two great invasions of foreign enemies.

And it was none other than this peripheral fort Coryden that was also left out of its accomplishments.

Its terrain, with its mountain backs, makes it difficult to defend and attack. This fortress has been named many times in history in the battle against the West, but it has ceased to be very active since the time when relations with the countries of the West turned to friendship.

Nowadays, they say it's a good left transition to be brought here.

"Steady. You got it through strangely quickly. Love sucks, though."

Even though we look so good, we show a bloody cloth painted with fruit juice.

Inside is a fortress made of stone and clay, as seen from the outside. Everything is degraded, it smells dusty, and the atmosphere is very dark even though it is the visiting room. Even when it comes to the visiting room, is it rarely used? Or is this enough room for us?

To my light mouth, Kalia Birdnick moves her lips with a strangely tense face.

"... right. Be disrespectful and keep in shape. What about the letter?"

I took it out of my nose, and it was wrinkled, and the fruit juice stained and it was no longer a letter, so much so that it seemed to work better when it came to some kind of a letter.

When Karia Birdnick takes the letter away, she wrinkles at least as she wrinkles between her brows. Somewhat healthy.

But what are they waiting for when they say they just came to deliver the decree? Tilt your neck as you scratch your nose. Adventurers. Whatever job they're getting, they're rarely allowed to officially do the job. I thought that would be the end of it, keeping an eye on him or leaving a letter with his superior.

Is this because of her presence, too? Turn your gaze.

"... oh, be a little more polite..."

Again, they do. Look at Karia Birdnick, who stretched her body to distortion, and place her hand on her chin. Speaking of which, she should have accompanied you to this job on business, too. If so, I'm pretty sure this whole facade will see her errands involved.

But, well, I feel like I could give it back. What do we do through adventurers that have nothing to do with it?

- Giggly.

A wooden door spat out one human being with a terrible twitch.

Sharp eyelids that even seem rugged. I made a big scratch in my right eye, and the garment was so neat that it couldn't be compared to a garment like mine. It is not a luxury, but it is a fine product whose quality is not the same as that of the common people. Decorations that do not become beautiful highlight the goodness of the product.

And most importantly, swords and sheaths with goldsmiths that can be carried on their hips. The crest shaped there. Definitely, this person.

- Long time no see, Father.

Karia Birdnick knelt down, in a quiet voice with her head hanging, she said. kneel on the cobblestone so as to imitate it.

"I thought you told me not to call you that in public office, Karia"

Definitely. This person is Karia Birdnick's father.

Current owner of the Birdnick family. Barberidge Birdnick, that's the guy.