A Wish to Grab Happiness

Like I said how stupid everything is, pointing his lips, Mr. Nines shook his neck to the side.

"Mr. Nines, there are handouts in the autonomous cities of the East, right?"

"Say no."

As I sat back deeply in the chair, I just shrugged my lips to change the story. If you're not willing to talk anymore, show your will. Is it true that there are no islands to hang on to? Of course, I had some anticipation.

"Rugis, I can't believe you forgot. To those who leave the orphanage..."

"- Orphanages don't give a hand. Well, I remember, because I heard so much about octopus in my ear."

Sitting in a chair like Mr. Nines, pointing deliberately to his own ear.

Only those belonging to the orphanage will be sheltered by the orphanage. That's the iron code here.

Anything that has been contracted out of an orphanage and otherwise, shall no longer be sheltered. Aside from somewhat enjoying the past or borrowing it as a sleeping bed for the night, it's not like I can count on that handover.

In case you do that, you lose faith in the orphanage. If a person sold to a whorehouse escapes and the orphanage eventually takes refuge, it is a betrayal against the subordinate.

There is still a reason. There are not only orphanages in the back streets of the Wang capital, but also those responsible for the management of the whorehouse, those who oversee the locudenasi, the wide variety of ways of life and the organizations that go with it.

And all of that and the orphanage may be connected. In the whorehouse, women and those who can calculate will be contracted, and those who stand up in arms will be contracted as caution sticks.

If the orphanage has a direct connection not only to the organization, but also to those who have been contracted out. The organization itself, the orphanage, becomes too powerful. That way, no other organization can overlook the orphanage either.

Because orphanages will therefore remain weak, it must also remain a special zone that is untouched and, conversely, a neutral zone that penetrates non-interference.

"- I guess that means. Alongside Arueno, he said he looked like an idiot."

"Then the story will be over, kid. No matter how distressed you are, I can't reach out as the lord of the orphanage."

With bodies such as thinning purple eyes and not having ears to listen to, Mr. Nines hardens his expression. You're absolutely right. There is no objection to that story. So that's not what I came here to talk about.

"Exactly. So I, uh, didn't come here to tell the orphanage lord to protect me. Not really."

Stand up from your chair and reach the table in such a way that you look down at Mr. Nines as he sits down. Mr. Nines blinked his eyelid wondering if there was anything unexpected about my attitude on the boulder.

I have no power. No wisdom, no learning. Cultivation is the only thing I've ever been taught in an orphanage. If I hadn't been able to argue to persuade people, I wouldn't be shameless enough to talk about morality now.

So I just have to use the weapon I have. It's

"I'm here to make a deal with Mr. Nines. That's reciprocal."

The weapon I have is knowledge. Yes, with the knowledge I went through this era once, I have to stand alongside Karia Birdnick, Richard's grandfather, and Mr. Nines.

"... Rugis. Last but not least, I'll tell you. A deal is what we do to each other with what we need."

Make sure you sigh deeply, and Mr. Nines speaks with a taunt. It's like preaching the logic of things to a young child.

"You are looking for a handover. But I'm not asking for anything. It's full. So there's no deal."

"That's why I don't. Mr. Nines is a living human being, unlike a moving corpse."

Trying to eat the edge of the word, I lifted my palm with it on the table.

A breathtaking sound seemed to be heard. Even the natural sounds lurked, and only for a moment, it seemed to disappear except for the sounds that represented Mr. Nines' astonishment.

Even though purple hair will be shaking and perhaps trying not to show upset, those eyes, the body's work is clearly unusual.

What was under my hand was an engraved ring.

Um, something worn by a man with a helmet among those who raided me and Karia Birdnick.

I was wondering if it would help something, but I feel hard to describe that it would be used to deal with an almost intimate existence anymore.

"... what happened to the ring? I don't know if I'm willing to fish with gold. That's not even a lot of money."

The voice had already returned to Mr. Nines at all times. Now don't be interested. Act like it's no big deal. And to make the impression that it's not worth anything.

"Yeah, it's not for sale. This engraving, you know? Was it the old man's crest worship?"

Engraved on the ring. Line up the facts that Mr. Nines would know, one by one, pointing to the emblem they represent. Purple eyes, instantly.

"It doesn't matter if it's the truth of the world or something... it was the weapons there and the captain of the detachment with the horse that had this. Even if it's a fake book, it's bent on delivering documents to Fort Coryden, and I'm the one who attacked the knight-class Karia Birdnick."

Tingling air covers the orphanage.

We have to make room. It doesn't make any sense if I tell you how anxious I am. We must not show any weakness on this side. Just tell them the facts that were there, that's all.

So, as Mr. Nines urged me to say, I swallowed the spit once before continuing with the words.

"Hey, I was wondering what to do. Because if you put this story through the guild - if I was the only one who got attacked, there was still even Karia Birdnick. I didn't think the old hunt would start."

Yeah, no matter what's true, it doesn't make sense if I'm the only one who's been raided. The inferior common man has no say, nor is it worth being used. Except for Kalia Birdnick. Famous and chivalrous. Besides, he belonged to the Knights at the time of the raid, an undisputed knight.

After that, you can flush it out like it's a good story. Once rumored, people decide that she was raided by the Old Church and had to leave the Knights as a result. They judge me easily.

If so, the rest is easy. recession and dissatisfaction with heavy taxes. In the name of policing. The great nickname that the upper class was attacked. The kingdom will happily hunt the Old Church. I can assure you.

- Because, in fact, there existed a conflict between the old hunt and the old man and the king's capital. In the future I know.

"- Rugis. You, how did you bring that story to me"

My words stopped. After a moment of silence, Mr. Nines cut out, letting that gaze lie down.

"Nothing - it's just that Mr. Nines isn't someone who values his ancient faith. Then I'd like to be as powerful as I can be."

It feels like having a conversation at the edge and edge of a word, like only matching the tips of a sword.

I know what's going on there, but I think it's wise to avoid it. Make them think so. It's not the enemy. If this is just a deal, it's like offering the will.

After a while, a loud sigh fell.

"Let's be good. Starving ghosts you can't eat while you're not watching - no, you've become a good man, Rugis"

"Well, I'm honestly glad. Nothing else, Mr. Nines said."

Both its true nature and the words that can be described as rhetoric, Ms. Nines urges her to speak with her purple eyes narrowed.

"The means of travel to the autonomous cities of the east and the guide. Citizenship if possible - just in case, two."

"Okay. There are also enough handouts in the autonomous cities. I'm not saying it's easy, but let's hang up. So, Rugis, what are you offering me?"

Mr. Nines' words were immediate. Citizenship of an autonomous city is not so easy to acquire in all honesty. Besides, that's what he said, there are old hands there too.

I wrap my hand around the ring, and I deal with the words.

"Discard or give away the ring. And… move Kalia Birdnick to an autonomous city. If we don't have any witnesses in addition to the evidence, we'll have two birds a stone."

"I see."

Shards, Mr. Nines' throat sounded ridiculous.

"You've become a really good man, Rugis - let's make sure you get your citizenship"

With a grin that I had never seen before in an orphanage, made me include luscious somewhere, Ms Nines said.

Now, two assumptions are in place to drag that woman away. After that, just the means of execution.

I had a deep, reassuring sigh that the two difficult negotiations had come together.