A Wish to Grab Happiness

orphanage owner, Nines twisted his neck to welcome visitors. Purple eyes shake to poke the question mark.

"What's up, Rugis? I didn't expect you here without Arueno."

I don't have the next orphan, and I enjoyed a lot of leisure time until the vagrant child arrived. I was driven by some kind of strange emotion, and I said so to push it away.

But Rugis, the visitor, opens his mouth in such a way that even he sees through it.

"I think it's a pretty shocking case to be alert to parenting. Don't you have to be unholy, Mr. Nines?"

"What, kid? If you've come to sweeten me, I'll listen to you. It just wouldn't be the same."

With a teasing grin, the Nines invite visitors inside as they exhale. Sweat and scratches glowing on his forehead. If you look at the color shining in your eyes, you'll soon know that Rugis didn't come here to do that. Whatever, I've seen it since I was a kid.

"I'm not talking to the public. There's been a lot of noise lately, the bandits, some rumors that the old people are building forces around the regional priests? The northwest is going to be noisy again."

"Hmm, don't even listen to that. Oh, God's teachings don't matter if you're here to preach to me. I'm a saint."

"No, no way. So hey, fold in and do me a favor... Mr. Nines, there's a handout in the autonomous city of the East, right?"

The liquor store was noisy and cheerful that day.

Everyone takes the wine and the undiluted ale in their hands and opens a new barrel. It doesn't taste like anything else, it's not just for getting drunk. I was intoxicated by the taste of real alcohol.

At the center of the tavern, Rugis is dressed up in fresh clothes, not the usual cloth, and putting up small barrels.

"No, you can do whatever you want today. Because it's my luxury!

"I like the economy, Rugis! Hey, did you find a good handler or a job?

"... oh, you're similar"

Those who laugh and shoulder each other in luxury. He who feels the smell of gold and tries to spill it. Who came here just to drink. But everyone laughed and welcomed the cheerfulness of blowing away the sluggish air drifting in the lower floors.

When it comes to faces like gathering in this tavern, it's not necessarily goodness. It's an adventurer's club. Thieves, scammers, adventurers, these sometimes become the same group.

Naturally, it must be Rugis and one of his people. They come by the smell of gold at all times. In a way, it was also the biggest handover Rugis could use.

"Hey, Rugis. Isn't there something delicious we need to talk about? I can't believe this is happening."

"That's right, dude. Let's get you on board, too, huh? You want to share a delicious story alone?

Nasty grin, poor people approaching me with good things to say. If it's me, it's a delicious story. I don't leak it to others, greedy. These people are bound to come caught smelling like this.

"I have a good job. Wait, by the next full moon, I'll be sure to speak up."

So I told you to drink well today, and I'll open a new barrel and make you drink again. New wine. It smells like gold, symbols.

Rugis gave his visitors a hard drink this day, over and over again. To show how good the economy is. If so, to fix it.

The Birdnicks were once rulers throughout the Northwest and had vast territories as heavy towns of the nation, senior nobles.

But the fall after the war. Payment of liabilities due to war liability results in the sale and deprivation of a large part of its territory. Even as a cavalier class, the territory we currently have is very unlikely to be vast. It merely made territory of several small cities and villages, mainly the northwestern rural city of Sifl Trixa.

"Ma'am, if you need anything, I'll call you right away."

"Oh, okay. You can back off."

Karia Birdnick cages in one private room, saying so to one of the few Birdnick family servants nowadays.

Even when it comes to private rooms, there is little like personal belongings. Swords, even armor and history books were featured, and poems and sculptures that were not of great interest were lined up in the room. Once, remnants of a time when I was a senior aristocrat. Only such antiquities remain in the house.

"You're boring..."

Neither was that soliloquy, which was puffy and crushed, compelled by the boulders.

Some months have passed since I was already placed under house arrest here, but in the meantime, nothing has happened. There is no one happening, just eating and living a well-groomed life, just sleeping days. As in the days of the Knights, danger, labor and a sense of vivid joy and accomplishment. I never tasted anything like it.

Naturally. I wonder what the life of the original chivalrous, aristocratic class is all about.

- Again, should I have been forced to follow?

If you dare to recall what happened here, the extent to which a medium-sized burglary noise occurred in the territory. When the economy gets worse, those guys sprout quickly.

The other day in that crusade, my lord's substitute brother took a private soldier out, and since then, there's nothing extra to do. Karia Birdnick at least offered to accompany her, but was rejected as a matter of course. I can't disobey my father's orders.

Let's get away with it, that thought didn't get past Kalia's head. But it still sinks right away, too. Where you ran away, you said you had something for me. Leaving the Knights, they took their swords, and there's nothing else they can do. In the King's capital, which has a land survey, it falls to be brought back soon.

So I just have to be here. Sooner or later my father will bring me the story of marriage. In that case, marry the right man and have a child. And end my life.

Kalia Birdnick conceived in her spare time, thinking about the rest of her life, sighing, and, uh, speaking of a man, wondering what happened to him.

He was a ridiculous man. Suddenly I thought I had stormed a large warcraft, saying things to people with my eyes from above, or strangely knowing things.

But he was a resolute man. Unexpectedly Karia Birdnick's mouth loosened. Has there ever been a man who told that father so much from the front? At least, I don't remember seeing such a presence. If you're a fool, I still think you're a fool. But I don't hate it. Not bad. Right, maybe he's a lot better than me tied up like this and unable to do anything. Um, what about the guy who looks like a lookout?

I don't know if that's a laugh of self-derision or one that includes respect for him. Kalia Birdnick didn't even know if the emotion in this heart was a favor or something completely different.

But whatever, yeah, I don't feel bad.

"If you're going to give it two names...... right, Barbarian Rugis or Adventurist Rugis...... oh no, would you rather be a fool?

"... why don't you look a little better anyway, young lady"

From the window, I hear voices that aren't supposed to. With his eyes open, Kalia Birdnick's gaze turned to the window so that she could be sucked.

"This is still a pub at the end of the day, so they call it Romeo."

Someone who wasn't supposed to be there. Someone who can't possibly even know this place. Barbarians, adventurists, and fools - the sight of Rugis forming at the window was there.