A Wish to Grab Happiness

A carrier runs through the darkness of the night. A horse, taken more than the fort, pulled a simple carrier, and the hoof made a noise and stepped on the ground. The carrier itself is an impromptu rough build, so it rocks a lot, but its speed is fast. There was anxiety because there was only one head, but apparently it was going to be enough.

"It's a horse, it's a carrier, and it's a lot better prepared, Rugis. Which one of you has been around?"

"That's a secret. But don't worry, it's safe. Private soldiers are picked up by bandits, and a few servants are neatly present at the mansion. You can't miss an opportunity like this. We're going to fish for golden-eyed objects in that gap."

Rescue of Kalia Birdnick. And a few people who spoke up to accomplish other goals. Spread sounds in the dark, rocked by horses with them.

It's like no one or he just came alive in the dark, male or female. If we act together in the dark at night, these guys are much more useful. Let him live, cut him off.

"But the Birdnicks, they're fallen houses. Is that where the treasure is?

"Yes, definitely."

That's what I assure the woman in the outfit with the anxious shoulder.

Antiques because it's more like that kind of family. I don't try to let go of my ancestral products.

That is a sign that they were superior aristocrats. Proof of being of good character. With the Birdnicks, I am now spoiled by the chivalry class, but it is different that I am thinking of returning to the aristocracy, not to the higher nobility, as long as the time comes.

If so, no matter how difficult your life is, you will not be able to sell off. You can't possibly. A number of hardware, silver dishes, and specialties show pride as nobility.

Oh, yeah. I couldn't do it, that house.

Scratching and talking about such things returned what a bewildered look.

"... Something like this, I feel like it's really Rugis. I thought you were just cleaning up some fucking mud or something."

"Right. It's Rugis, dude, you didn't even eat something weird."

With his shoulders together, some joked and tried to buy the story, while others cut in with a straight ball. Rude or not shy?

I give it back with a big sigh, but that would still be suspicious, with a bitter laugh and sweat on my forehead.

As the word goes, I was good and fucking muddy at the time. If it's bad, it's a good cleaner with two names of dove rats. I haven't even made the adventurer's first steps. If I can't get a job or a lock, I can't do one of the petens. It was just a stupid picture, Locdenasi.

Yes, there can't be any good memories in the place if you remember yourself at the time. Instead, people born in the back streets are rarer to have such things.

I used to rub my head on the ground to eat a piece of bread. I used to put rats and bugs in my mouth to distract me from hunger, I used to steal and think half my life, and I used to brush my shoes for money while being spit on.

A life where I cut off my dignity and had nothing to be proud of. A day of moving your hands and feet just to live the day. The night I waited for the morning sun just freezing if the day passed. It was a battle. No one will help me. Living was the only tragedy for me.

Oh, I see. I guess that's why I'm gone. I guess that's why I didn't get anything. Me of the future, floating behind my lid of what I once was, yes, I was accidentally convinced.

So let's get this over with. For a miserable, fucked-up way of life, you have to end it. You have to feed me once. You have to put the bully on here. Otherwise everything will be repeated.

That's all, I'm sorry if I died.

"Here's the thing... I can't see anything before, is this the way?

"Oh, there's no doubt about that place. South of Birdnick, we're supposed to get in through the woods."

With the smell of chewing tobacco through his nose, he sees the forward side of the horse walking and tells him so.

However thin it is by the influence of the bandits, there is impotence to storm the knight's mansion during the day and from the front. Though somewhat, there must be something left to see as well.

The sooner they are discovered, the sooner the private soldiers return. To the boulder, and then it's over. I'm not stupid or arrogant enough to think I can counter a private soldier. Kalia Birdnick can't take her out, and she can't even fish for the mansion's goods.

"That's a battle with time. Through the woods, as soon as we arrive at the mansion, we quickly collect the goods. The private soldier is foolish as it is and escapes without even being found in the sights. That's the best part."

"I don't mind that..."

A giant man with a relatively large figure wrinkles between his eyebrows to gaze at him and looks forward.

"... how do we get out of the woods in this darkness? Wait till morning."

"Oh, then I hope you're relieved"

One thing, I forgot. Yes, there was something I could be proud of.

Of course, it's not something you can compare to Karia Birdnick's talent, her grandfather's spiciness, or Mr. Nines' brilliance. But without this, I wouldn't have been able to escape or do my job in the dark. And the only one, just like me before, is my partner.

"I have a good night's eye - that's all I can beat."

Darkness that doesn't even give the moonlight. Time for all boundaries to be blurred: forest, ground, sky. The book of the night covers up the sky and is not trying to allow light to anyone. The world was undoubtedly dark.

"The darker it gets, the better. Night book. Drop it. That's my business. Let's do everything in the dark at night."

- But the space where the night book fell. Forest trees, the movement of their branches and the swaying of grasshoppers crawling through the ground, all of which were clear, in my sight.

The world at night is like in my hands. Only this stunt could beat anyone. Yes, even for a man who calls himself the Messiah.