A Wish to Grab Happiness

Barberidge Birdnick. The Birdnicks are the current owners, the real father of Karia Birdnick.

Among the Birdnicks who have weighed in on martial arts since their fall into the cavalier class, they are rarely heard to be profound in art and politics.

But when I see the wounds of war engraved to tear its right eye vertically and the face that seems to make the crying child cry even more, I wonder how the information really is the right one. Rather, it would be easier to be convinced that fighting on the front lines is what they say is viable. A testament to the Governor of Fort Coryden embroidered on its chest, the sword and eagle decorations look strangely good.

Barberidge Birdnick said, pointing at me unconsciously.

"Karia, is this your squire?"

"Yes, Father - excuse me, my lord. It's not official, but it's similar."

Didn't this guy make a hell of a statement right now?

Stare at the cobblestone on the floor as you round your eyes. I want to pinch my mouth and pinch the correction right now. No matter what part you take, there shouldn't have been such a big incident where I became Kalia Birdnick's squire.

But now I'm not allowed to speak up or stand up, or raise my face when I'm bad. If a common man did such a thing to his main opponent in the chivalry class, he would gladly scratch his neck. There is no such thing as emotion or interest involved. aristocratic society, knightly society, to the end of the commoner. It's like a custom to clarify that relationship up and down.

Barberidge sighed loudly, poking her voice at us, precisely Kalia.

"That's what I'm going to pick up a miserable squire. Speaking of like you, he's a sort of squire."

What does that mean? My head puts a mystery on words thrown abruptly. Does that mean Karia Birdnick has a peculiar personality? Then surely there is no denying it. But if one thing changes now - it also sounds like an insult to her.

The voice color was also terribly low and unenthusiastic, which did not seem like something the father would put on his daughter.

"I am afraid - you may say - that it was also the work of his people who successfully delivered this decree. It's not useless."

That said, Karia Birdnick shifts her body a little and takes the letter out of her nostalgia. It was a mess, but thanks to her fixing it? It looked a little serious.

First of all, is this the end of the job? Honestly, I'm relieved. Leaking exhalation to avoid being felt, I glance up only slightly and look at Barberidge at hand, who has received the letter.

Later I received only praise for the shape, or just a word of hard work - yes, when I thought, suddenly, Barberidge's big hands made a noise and tore away the message that had just been delivered and stained with slightly red fruit juice.

"- Chi, Father!? Hey, what are you doing!

"Fool. A job through the guild that really makes you have a letter of transmittal? Bad sense of things... this is a fake book. I thought you understood."

Like I was terribly discouraged. Rather, Barberidge deals with the words in such a way as to remind her that she dares to include the colors she is laughing at.

"My daughter says that you can't calculate things like that for a long time. You don't know why I put you on this job, do you?"

"... then, not an order from the Knights, but this... at Your Excellency's behest"

Kalia Birdnick stands by the chilling words from her father as she leans down and weakly shivers her voice. He seemed excited to stay motionless, but sadly, the upset could be seen on his back.

And out of the question. Why?

"Not that I know. I'm not saying I forgot. You broke the guild's ban into the Ogi Forest. Absolutely, you stupid little girl. Me, no. How much do you think the Bardricks made me run? I hope you remember your weight as a good medicine, Karia Birdnick."

Palpitations run on my chest. It was strangely conscious that blood flow circulated to the tip of his hands and feet.

"Good medicine...... My lord, that is. Did you know that the thief attacked you?"

Barberidge did not answer. No, that silence was the answer itself.

He knew. Naturally I should have understood. It was near this fort that was attacked. Being the Governor of the fort, he understands enough to take security around him.

If so, you would have understood. That my daughter would have lost her life if she had hit badly to be attacked by a burglar or something. Something cold runs on my spine. A knife or something in the bone marrow, a sharp blade poked at me, a comfort to be decided upon.

"... let me tell you something, Kalia. Don't do anything muddy on my family name again. Whenever you cannot, your servitude leads to home. Look, don't make me say the same thing anymore. Stop imitating all that nonsense. If you're a big boy and you listen to me, that's fine, you know."

I thought she was a badly made daughter, but with such a grunt, Barberidge turns back on her heels. He seemed to say that he didn't need to exchange words anymore.

Geez, I give you a face. Karia Birdnick looks as if she is at first sight extremely calm. That would depend on her temperament. But it's still just something I strained to the surface.

Your back is trembling, your body is tense, and your cheeks are blue.

But still, it is unacceptable to lose your posture. It is not acceptable to raise a face to the superior, nor to speak for oneself. Aside from standing up. Yeah, we're just gonna have to get down on our knees until he leaves like this. The feeling of cobblestone, which should be cold, seems oddly hot.

Strange. Strangely enough, the vision in the eyes was clear and the thought was clear.

Naturally, huh?

Karia Birdnick knelt on her cobblestone and squeaked in her heart, yes. Whatever I thought and how I scratched it, I understood very well that it was only a blind eye for my father. Since I was a child, unlike other dear sisters, I must have been foreign to my father with a sword.

No, you don't. Thoughts circle wonders, even as they bite their teeth and try to contain their emotions. At first, you looked me in the eye. My father, who was not blessed with men, even praised me for acting like a man. Oh, yeah - until I'm blessed with boys.

I'm sure the words earlier will be true. Karia understood that in the depths of her heart. If it's not about me, my daughter-in-law, it's all I can think of. It is only perceived to be to such an extent that it is okay to be attacked by thieves and abandon their lives.

When she felt sorry for herself, Karia Birdnick shook her knees. There are mountains of things to say and tell. But I can't even say words on my back that I'm already about to leave.

Barberidge Birdnick's hand rests on the handle of the door.

To go with it, a breath exhaled from behind to make it sound big, like it was all around you. And at the same time, a totally large rising figure was reflected at the edge of Kalia Birdnick's vision.