A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Let's appreciate that loyalty."

Barberidge Birdnick looked out for Karia Birdnick as she rocked her silver hair that would have been conceded. Very verbal like choosing words. Open your mouth so politely that it doesn't resemble what you were doing to your daughter.

"I am angry that I have been insulted by the Lord. A beautiful heart of loyalty. But... do you understand that? The act means paying for your life."

Stand up and utter the Word without the permission of the superior. If it were meant to be, such a question would not be necessary. This man has the right to scratch my neck just because of what he's done. the rights of those who rule.

"If you don't understand, let's miss it once. On your knees. If you know everything, forgive your loyalty."

Is that polite language and care truly due to the fact that you have offered respect to others and have been struck with healthy loyalty as you put it? Or is it just to suppress the frustration and outrage of just zero from the chest? Barberidge squeezes her mouth tight as she strokes her jaw. Sincerely, I can't see.

All I can tell is that there is at least a ruse to make myself seem tolerant.

But what a big mistake. Loyalty, loyalty.

"I'm nothing. I'm not Kalia Birdnick's squire or anything. Is there loyalty or nothing? I hate this guy. You're making a terrible mistake, Lord Birdnick. Besides, that's it. There's no way a person moves for someone. Never."

Karia Birdnick is turning this one around with a pale face. The body is not allowed to move rigidly and is unusually upset by her.

But it's too late, Karia Birdnick. Words already slipped off my mouth.

"I stand for me. Not for Sir Birdnick, not for Miss Kalia Birdnick. For my sake, I'm standing now."

Yes, is there anything that people can do for someone? In the end, it's for your own life, for your own good, for your own good. So this is nothing. Even, it's just for me.

"My heart is in deep, unconscious despair right now. It's your fault, you know, Sir Barberidge Birdnick. You trampled on my respect. On the ground! No hesitation!

At the end of the day, I can chew tobacco. Unique scent drifting through the nostrils. Really, yeah, I feel really refreshed. Ready. This is nothing short of ready. Now my heart is definitely ready to die. On top of that, I'm spinning words. That's why it's so refreshing.

- So you're a fool, too, like the Lord?

Rest assured, the man says with dignity. You said you were the only one who would die in your act. He said there was no need to shelter the Lord.

"So I'm saying it's a mistake. Isn't it? I'm a man of dignity, I can't care about people, I'm only thinking about trampling the weak. Oh, there's no way it's going to go the other way, I hate women like that. But..."

- The sword was unmistakably real.

Strip your teeth and spin your words before a guard comes who will hear me scream and rush.

This is not enough. Can you describe in words the indignation that occupies my chest, whether it be a piece? That was all I was anxious about.

"For something like you, you don't know. Come on. The humiliation of being mocked at the sword you waved. The outrage of being trampled on in your efforts."

Oh, what a humiliation. What outrage. I would have licked spicy acid many times to get that sword. I would have crawled through the mud many times. This is a tribute. I only have sincere respect for that side of Kalia Birdnick. I know that the sword is built not only on brilliant talent, but on an effort that transcends humanity.

But what about this man? I insulted the sword. I trampled on the feat. Yeah, more than that.

"More than that... my real father is turning to my daughter! My bowels are boiling... you've trampled my respect!

Every word is thrown up like the back of my throat is getting hot. It can't stop. It can't stop. I'm the truth, I'm burning my chest right now and I'm mad. I don't know. If a nasty woman has been cursed, she should be happy in her heart no matter what its content is. How could it be?

"- So, is it over? Your monologue, let's remember. Guards."

With his breath absurd, several guards rush to hear loud voices. The expression was full of impatience.

But I don't care. Such a thing is only trivial to me right now. Not yet, even if it's not enough. My anger, my indignation is not like this. Hostility towards Sir Barberidge Birdnick cannot be cleared with this kind of thing.

"Look, I don't know what you..."

Foreign bodies penetrate the neck. Karia Birdnick waved that sheath as she narrowed her eyes and chewed her teeth. Wonder, his eyes seemed moist.

Breathing is instantaneously severed and crumbles away in bright white in front of you. Do what, Karia Birdnick. Don't get in my way. Oh, I hate it. I still don't like women like you.

My body was slammed to the floor, and my consciousness disappeared as it was sucked into the cold cobblestone.

"- Guard, take this wolf to jail."

Karia Birdnick's chilling voice echoed into the room.

Hearing a rough voice as if it were a beast, the guard just hurried and rushed doesn't know the situation. Just a werewolf and I held up a man who came in green old clothes, whether it was probably that or not.

"Ha... Slash your neck on this occasion"

It was the voice of Barberidge Birdnick, Governor of Fort Coryden, who pushed it aside.

"Karia. That is the will of this one. Rather, compassion here is nothing more than an insult to this person."

"- I understand. On top of that, my lord, please."

Again, deep down, Kalia Birdnick is Fuku. It's like you're going to have foreheads on the cobblestone. The figure is a weak figure who pleads at first glance. But the attitude was strange, feeling a consistent strength somewhere.

"By reason, indeed, this man was a great sinner who worked disrespect for His Excellency. But this one is my squire. If so, I know it's my job to redeem that sin."

That makes sense again, says Karia Birdnick.

"... you still don't understand me. So, what do I offer you? You know there's nothing between you and me that you can pass through on the fringes of love or parenthood."

It was an unmistakable deal. Of parents and children, not between father and daughter. Clear deals between things you have an interest in.

"Yes, my lord. I'm - Your Excellency, as you once said."

With his jaw lowered, he says, in a calmly striving voice. That, in a way, is a separation from yourself. The act of dedicating oneself.

Karia Birdnick's chest was extremely complicated. I wonder why I have to. You have to protect a man like this, with what? A rude, truly rude man. Curse people sporadically and treat them as if they were not. Impolite, Pippo.

But still - I'm sure I hope so, if I don't want him to die. Years later, decades later, even, I do not regret this decision. Believe that.

"- Your will is good. Okay, guard. On the whip, because the man is letting go. I don't want to die, but I don't want to add or subtract."

The guards, who had been extremely disruptive before the short, but also intense, exchange of parents and children, were finally given normal command and immediately began to take that action. He leaves the visiting room early, holding the green man.

"And it's Karia. You are..."

Kalia Birdnick knows the words ahead. Because my father wanted it more than ever. Until now, it was just bouncing off my will and my right to protection in the Knights as a shield.

"- Immediately, leave the Knights and return to your territory."