A Wish to Grab Happiness

The shadow sat on the table, frigid in everything, and amused in everything, I said.

"I'm a haulier wherever I go. I won't force you to make a choice. If you're still here, you're the one who won't deny it."

My eyelids tremble. What will he do in the dark, in the dark, turning his gaze here? No, because we can't see exactly what it looks like, maybe.

What the hell is this? What the hell is this guy? Suddenly he said he was going to rough up his voice and give me a chance.

Why? What exactly is the purpose? By whatever means.

"I can understand your question roughly! And the answer is easy. But unfortunately. I cannot tell you now. [M] Yeah, I can't do that!

I've just heard a few words and found out. This guy is even a big fan.

The phase stays the same and the body doesn't move like it's frozen. I didn't even have any indication that my fingertips would move at all. I can't even open my mouth. But this guy keeps saying things as if he'd taken my intentions away.

"Oh, you know what I mean. You can't even trust me with this. That's like sheep blind to wolf words! But I'm sad, I'm neither persuasive nor negotiating. I'm just a transporter!

Naturally. Where do you expect me to take and trust the guy in my body who leaks his strangeness from anywhere, from the words he speaks? Oh, yeah. There's no way I can do that, like credit.

He leaves my mood behind and continues his monologue.

"I am the one who carries. Who gives you the opportunity to repaint your life. What, you're free to refuse not to want such an opportunity or, conversely, to raise your hands and accept it! Therefore, we must tell you one thing first."

His voice, which was rough, self-righteous everywhere, and even unclear whether he was really speaking to me, turned clearly towards me.

"We do give you the opportunity with an interest. That's true. Naturally. We must not just give something to God. I have carried you because I understand that it is in our interest to give you the opportunity"

The voice was not the same color as the voice that contained the joke somewhere before. He seemed very sincere and indisputably like his own words. That doesn't necessarily mean I can trust that word.

"Once. This is a one-time opportunity. Luckily for you, you have a choice. Come on."

What to do, the shadow asked, and finally closed its annoying mouth.

I don't know what to do, but I want to poison you. I haven't been given any information, any facts. I'm just being poked at unilaterally and asked for answers unilaterally. As always, there was no way I could do it, such as credit.

My mouth opens. I felt air coming through my throat. I think I can speak up. If you shout it out here, the other party members will just notice. In that case, the servant must also withdraw. I could be killed in agony. But that's my part in the party.

Oh, yeah, that's what I do. It is sheltering, accepting, and sometimes losing your life at the risk of a party. It must be my role. So it's also decided what to tell you.

"- Accept, of course."

Naturally, it was a word.

You can't trust me. It could be a trap. If you do poorly, it could be a bad prank of the nature of the Sorcerer. Even so. Oh, even so. It's unlikely I can beat back the hand I've been reached for.

"This is survival! That's surprising. You seem twisted, and you are a straight man. If so, naturally we would have assumed no!

As he regains momentum, he spins his words rough and heartless or joyfully.

Surprise. Sure, I would have done that if I was my usual self. Even if I were to lose my life, I wouldn't have hesitated to martyr at the party. But I noticed.

"... I get it. Now I know. As it was, I just kept wasting my reckless time that would be nothing, and nothing would change the situation. Immutable creates corruption, and I am."

My body, too, was starting to move at some point. I don't have the strength to reach for my sword right now. There was just disappointment.

"I'm sure you'll give up. Someday I don't know, somewhere."

He kept his mouth shut. That's not stuck in words and shut your mouth, that you have words to answer, but you can't tell them. Yes, it seemed like you were saying.

Lie down gently and meditate on your eyes. Again, Arueno's face floated. No other beautiful sight, no treasure. Her appearance was the only thing on her eyelid. On this journey, I've burned all her facets into my eyes.

Its beautiful side, its healthy, its smile of mercy.

And the way he sends his gaze of love to a man called the Savior.

I didn't mean to give up. I was going to. Someday, somewhere. That's what I keep thinking in my mind. But it still didn't work.

All I had in me was a falling in love disappointment and still, the inertia that drew me to the party just because of the fact that she was there.

And on that journey, one day, I'm sure, I'll give up. Everything.

"I can't stand that. If you give up everything. If so."

"You mean to take a hand. Whether that's a wolf or a devil's use!

The shadow gently reached out to me.

Exactly. I no longer have anything. The life of losing Arueno is not worth it. If you mean you can repaint it, let's sign a contract, even if the other person is the devil.

"Let's welcome you, Rugis. Your presence. And let's give it a new chance! I am only if I am the haulier!

Wonder, I felt that appearance, which I had never seen before, lit up in the moonlight.

That could have been my hallucination, or maybe the impression I received from him just gave shape to the shadows. But the way it looked there.

He was an indisputable human figure, with a grin like a line in his face, a precisely demonic look.