A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Grandpa, I'll get you some money - I want to ask you for a job"

Returning from the fort, Grandpa told me that Karia Birdnick took my place on her own and left the Knights to return to Birdnick territory.

Oh, I hate women. What a nasty woman. Then I don't know anymore. I'll take her out of Birdnick territory on my own.

It's not like I found out where Kalia Birdnick hated it. I hate that woman. I hate it. Therefore, where I was forced to drag the woman out of Birdnick territory, there is no reproach of conscience. Oh, yeah. It's just that, this is it.

"Oh, I don't mind. If you can get a reward commensurate with the content, I'll take care of the job at any time, Rugis."

But I don't know if I can prepare it for you.

Richard's grandfather grinned with his cheeks up as he showed his teeth about what was wrong, and sat at the table at the liquor store, opposite it.

As a prep, this is Grandpa Richard first. I have to draw this grandfather in. I can't talk about it.

There's nothing I can do to drag Karia Birdnick out of my collar where I went to Birdnick alone. If brave or heroic. Yeah, well, if you're a Savior kind of guy, maybe you'll get things done by yourself.

But unfortunately, I'm not a brave man or a hero. I'm not the kind of guy who can turn his hands on everything by himself. So you have to use people. Like using it, if you don't.

"... a bunch of adventurous collapsed bandits in the northwest. I want them to burn. There's absolutely no need to force it, but at least until the Lord's private soldiers come forward."

For a moment I told him so, Grandpa Richard's eyes glow. An eye with a mixture of exploratory and imaginative turbidity.

"Inside, it's an interesting request. I see. I don't hate what you're trying to do."

The kind of mouth that says you're looking forward to this one in a way that includes things. Grandpa stroked his chin beard at the end of the story, adding that he was stupid.

"But you don't know why you're asking me. Hey, Rugis. So it won't kick. A bunch of bandits, huh? They love to feel free. I don't think I can do it. I don't know why."

Oh, here I come. I thought you were coming. Well, let's get this straight, it's not what I ask of an adventurer. Burning a bunch of robbers is no longer more like a conspiracy or a fornication than a request. But I know, Grandpa.

I can see Richard's grandfather's hand slowly touching his waist behind him. That gaze no longer turned into something that would determine if I should be terminated or not. From now on, I can understand it as strange that my neck could fly if I put out lousy words.

I feel my arm muscles cramp. Desperately suppresses breathing that is about to get faster and binds tension. If you find out what this one's doing is impossible, it's over. A stabbing glance captures my expression, one by one.

"Of course. You're going to tell Grandpa for that reason... I just thought. Sometimes I don't know if I should do something good."

Place a beat and open your lips so you can joke.

"Howe. I'm sorry, but I'm not a good doer. You know that, too."

On Grandpa's shoulder, I can see the slightest force. I'm going to pull it out. If you seem to know things halfway through, risk factors. A drunk who talks and touches crap. If it's not worth keeping alive, yes, you'll break off this nasty. I force my gaze off that shoulder and open my hardened throat.

"Hey, it's an old grandfather's evil thing, one girl being followed and devoured. I'm sure God won't punish you for helping me, will he?

Those old eyes tremble. From the piercing glance, the moment, signs of cruelty are thrown out, and the signs are switched to a black body as they are.

- Guy, yip, yip.

A reflexively swung knife overlaps Grandpa Richard's black sword. He stopped the iron as it bounced through his shoulder. It's a coincidence, undoubtedly just a coincidence. I didn't prevent it. Reflectively, the knife just made it to the storage area. I can't prevent it next time. Even the blow now, I could just read Grandpa's breath for a second.

This grandfather's old sword muscle doesn't read like Kalia Birdnick. Besides, I don't remember seeing it so many times where I really waved my sword.

The black incarnation, likely to blend intact into the darkness, is an indisputable manifestation of the intention to kill, not for demonstration purposes. One knife left. Every fat muscle is definitely spotted. My grandfather taught me the basics of swordsmanship.

- I don't know if he's dead.

When the sigh of giving up was about to come out, Grandpa swayed his black self loose and drank out of the ale.

"- How far do you know?

Where is it? I didn't ask how.

Make it as simple as it sounds pointless.

"... it's not something big, well roughly"

I still can't hide the aftertaste of an earlier blow, sweating from my forehead, and answer.

Earlier in the Great War, the senior nobleman, the Birdnicks, did not make it to the party due to the confusion in their absence. In historical fact, it is.

- Then why was the Lord absent, and at the end of the day the Lord's proxy was not set aside?

That was nothing more than the sudden death of the Lord before he joined us. of a massive bandit, by assault. Of course, it's not that easy for a lord's private soldier to lag behind a burglar. However, the bandits, by chance, were as elite as if they had gathered some sort of private soldier, and by chance could move as if they were familiar with the Lord's route of progression, coincidentally everyone was only after the Lord's neck, not gold and silver or food.

"Is it the one who's so young? No, I don't think it's anything evil. It's just, you know, so I have one daughter who's struggling with it. I was wondering if I could help you."

That's why I think so, adding, watching Grandpa's behavior as he narrows his eyes.

With his nose ringing, Grandpa scratched his cheek.

"Phew. I see. So you're wielding halfway knowledge. So, hey. And there was luck."

The black, murderous caged body disappears into the sheath. From his lungs, a sigh of relief leaks out, but he still can't spit it out.

"If you're just halfway through this, it was best to decide you didn't come here. If you don't have any luck, you're dead before you get here. And there was that kind of writing."

Yeah, even if I understand it well. Because I used to lose my arm with it.

I couldn't have said that anymore, but I wiped my sweat with a knife in my back to imitate my grandfather.

"It's not deep, and it's not easy to ask. But you are still a thief there... no, you must have some influence on the private gathering. I want them burned. To the extent that the Lord's soldiers come out."

Richard's grandfather looked at my body as he stroked his mustache and worthy of it. Like exploring something. To determine its value. What if this doesn't work? Am I still going to die? Or will it be missed?

A few seconds, even a few dozen seconds long, felt strangely prolonged.

"- At least look a little better when inviting others. I need to show you that there's money to get people together."

So groan, like the first time, hold up your cheeks and show those teeth.

"I'm expensive, Rugis. When you're ready."

I was slapped on the shoulder so hard I could think of it that I was going to ram it to the table at the tavern.