A Wish to Grab Happiness

While the surroundings are still surrounded by silence, load the carrier with all the items you can. We were all very handy when it came to stealing and sniffing the golden-eyed stuff apart.

"Hey, Rugis... are you taking that princess?

"Oh, I told you. He said he'd bring you in if he had to."

That being said, anxiously, the giant, cautious in the great split, sees Kalia on the carrier. I sighed gently and slapped that back.

To the common man, there is a far greater presence: the chivalry, the aristocratic class of man, etc. If you touch it, it's not strange to be killed by it alone, which is what parents have told you so many times. Even if you have an anti-bone spirit that is sometimes aristocratic, it is still something that crawls out of fear engraved in the depths of your heart when you encounter a real thing.

"What happened to the servant, by the way? I don't want to kill you as much as I can... well, if they see you, I can't help it"

"It's not a problem. I don't give a shit about that. We're bad, too."

Nodding and giving it back, for once, I return to see how the mansion is doing.

The servant didn't want to kill as much as he could. If Karia's figure disappears anyway, she might be taken responsibility for it and her neck slashed, but that doesn't matter in itself.

In me, there was a thought apart from that. For that reason, I don't want to commit death and injury shakedown as much as I can. It's an uncomfortable act.

Have you finished loading all the hardware you can carry? You can't carry a horse alone if you put too much in it. Then it'll just be the finish. To eliminate the initial discomfort. And to get what you want.

I knew where it was placed. There is no mistake. Whatever, Karia Birdnick herself told me. Of course it's nothing more than the future Kalia Birdnick, not Kalia, but as the Knights' Junying. I used to pinch him in the ear talking to a man named Savior with a sweet voice.

- This is our family heirloom. In inheritance, what was also called mystery and miracle.

That has been communicated from generation to generation. Generation after generation, just something that has been inherited. What its importance has not yet been understood in this day and age. Therefore, the woman said it had been placed in an underground warehouse. Dive through the door that has been left open and step into the warehouse.

It was dominated by dimness, the smell of dust, and the chills that crawled up from his heels.

"It's you, I've been looking for you."

Oh, yeah. It seems to be fixed as important, but I can't feel the value of the antiques, not the golden ones. It just smells old and no longer seems to have lost value as well as meaning here, it.

The moment you have it in the form of an old sword, you want to sound a joyous voice from your mouth, if you will forgive me, such exaltation occupies your chest.

Oh, I suppose so. This is the inheritance itself. Once upon a time, that woman. Karia Birdnick gave it to the Savior and made it his weapon.

- Oh, now I've got one, I've gripped him.

Cover the cloth inconspicuously and hang around your hips while keeping your cheeks from getting up. I left the basement behind, as though there was nothing there as it were.

Now the golden-eyed thing disappeared from the house, and so did the family heirloom. The servants are just tied up. I see, if so. I'm sure the offense is not uncomfortable, even if it belongs to Karia Birdnick. Conditions for transferring all the sins to him can be said to be somewhat in place.

"Free city of the East...... Gallu Amalia"

"I have a carriage and a guide for you. I can't even reach Barberidge Birdnick over there. Until most of it cools down, you just need to get the time out there."

Galuamaria, the free city of the East. Multiple robust walls and their financial strength because they flourish as trading centers between East and West. It serves as a single urban state that is one city in the context of them but not interfered with by other states. No matter how chivalrous the cavalier class, the autonomous Gallu Amalia humans will refuse to interfere with it.

"But when you think about the cost of a carriage coming out of the money that was sold out, there's something complicated about it."

"Give me a break about that. I even borrowed money for this tailoring. I took it from him this time, and he's got a leg."

He exhales a dark sigh from his lungs as he wrinkles between his eyebrows.

Yes, the reward for Grandpa Richard, the payment for the banquet, and this new outfit. None of this can get me out of my poor minister's nostalgia. Therefore, I borrowed it. From that infamous pale-haired demon Talwis-Teg. Under minimum conditions.

"Whatever it is, get out of here. When you make a scene, you won't be able to get through the barracks that easily."

"... Rugis, what do you do? Without me, you'd be suspicious, too?

Shortly before hitting the carriage, Karia narrowed her eyes as she rocked the silver hair that had become her room and smiled, and that's what she heard.

"Ahhh... I'll catch up with you soon too. But if I don't pay my debts, I won't be able to go back to this country. That's all I have to say."

Oh, that was a lie. Undisputed lie. The debt to Talwis-Teg has already been repaid in advance from the stolen gold.

I have a purpose. The goal is to grow up as an adventurer and pick up Arueno. It's best to be in the Garrist Kingdom for this. So I say goodbye to Karia here. You in the future were a man who looked right down on the weak, cold, and didn't even try to hide his prejudices. This way, it wasn't bad. There is no shame in it.

Yes, when I was lost in emotion. Karia's white finger grabbed my wrist. Strong enough to grip.

"No."

Giri, and. I hear meat being tightened up. When I look at Kalia with an unexpected look on her face, that face has my familiar face. The grin this woman showed when she was mean was there.

"If you're staying at the Garrison, should I still go back to the Mansion and give you this twitch? A bad guy named Rugis who resented me wasn't tired enough of attacking me, taking away the hardware and even the family heirloom."

From the look on my face, I could see my blood pulling away. Not only the face, but all the blood flow is going to lose sight of its direction and slide down.

Thoughts freeze in an instant, with no busy conclusion.

"You think I won't notice? You big fool. I'm sure you're up to something."

I can't argue with that. All of this is going to be thin, and getting the word out is confusing.

"But I don't mind. Yeah, I don't mind. You're on my side, right? If you're on my side, shouldn't you accompany me on the journey? What if? In case you betray me."

- I'm sure I'll drive you to ruin.

Karia pressed the limb and whispered so in her ear. From the side, he seems to whisper love in glossy motion, while actually spinning threatening words in a frozen voice.

That sucks. Oh, my God. He was being felt by the guy who shouldn't be felt the least. I don't know until I know more, I can't possibly know everything. But still, this guy noticed. That I have feelings. When I found out about it, I swam all the way here.

Oh, I hate women. That's why I didn't like it, to relate to this woman. Worst. Worst deployment ever.

"Well... you said something about debt. You don't mind, do you? You have to leave this country."

That's what Karia said, forcing me to pull my body and drag it into the carriage. A confused brain and a body extremely rigid in confusion fell into the carriage, both of them as if they could not resist the act.

- Rugis, you're on my side, aren't you?

Keeping falling in, trying to peek into his face from below, Kalia said.

Really, I don't like it, you suck bitch, this guy.

"- Oh, of course. Karia."

I said that with a deliberate grin to at least avoid exposing the upset.

The carriage starts running, vibrating. From the garrison, from my thoughts, so that I can walk away from it.