A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Pave the way. Don't worry about it."

It was in the black there. I wouldn't say darkness, nor the book of the night. Just in something black. One of them wandered there, a shadow.

"I really don't mind. Rugis, with all the unexpected consequences, you chose to open a new path. He chose a path that distorted his destiny: a misery that devoured his bones and a burning path!

That sounds like a monologue, a tone that speaks to someone. Its mouthful that is daunting and even shows signs like a dodo. It's like looking back at something, nostalgic eyes.

"But the past is not easy to break through. Always crawling on the ground, sooner or later I look at the gap and see how it's going to snap up my feet."

A mouthful that is pleasant and yet sad. I can't read it. I can't read that shadow expression at all, and the expression of joy and sorrow is dispersed. Therefore the words are just spoken. It doesn't mean anything, just something that emanates around you.

"But I am the one who carries. Who welcomes your choice and honors its consequences. I don't mind because of that. Whatever your choice may be in the future, I welcome it. If that's how close we want it to be, then it's not!

The monologue, the words that seemed to speak to everything, stopped.

And pompous, squeaky.

"Come on, let's get back to work."

Urban State Galuamaria. I would say that no other group respects freedom and autonomy than this city, even if it is shouldered by neighbouring countries, regional cities.

Robust walls encompassing the entire city. In addition to its shielding and numerous interferences and its track record of preventing invasions from other countries, this city, which flourishes as a hub of East-West trade, had no longer established firm autonomy. Because of its influence, a similar urban state was set up around it, and there is no longer a single group of urban states that collaborate closely around Galuamaria. It's not all one rock, but it's very hard to say it's easy to get your hands on.

Historically, this urban state has never fallen. Yeah, at least for now, though.

Get off the carriage where you entered the city and sigh gently as you stroke your jaw with your fingers.

"What's going on? Did you even hit him in the head in the carriage?

In a big, swinging barrel, I can speak up.

No, it's a combination of a girl and a giant barrel that's so unbalanced.

To that little body, a girl who grates so many barrels from the carriage that she doesn't think she can lift them, and gives her voice like cheerful as she embraces them. She is the guide at Gallu Amalia, Larguedo Ann, to whom Mr. Nines was addressed.

Seeing how young that year is and how unbalanced it is with the big barrel, what an uneasy thing springs up in my chest. Why are you carrying a large barrel? And why scratch the crowd as it should be. The anxiety element is endless.

But if you are a guide prepared by Mr. Nines, apart from appearance, I'm sure you're not mistaken for that ability. That guy is a person who doesn't make those deficiencies in contracts and promises.

"Hey, Rugis... that conductor, here we go again"

Kalia makes a surprising voice, pointing to Largud Ann, who is out of balance and about to be crushed by a large barrel.

There is no mistake. Probably should.

Supporting a barrel of how many times she would be, I won't bother to unload my stuff while I thank you. I don't know if Ralgud Ann is a merchant with possession or if there's another reason to carry a barrel, but honestly, as for this one, it stinks a little bit, no, it stinks a lot.

"Hi there... Now, let me show you both to the Alliance, as requested. I'll take care of it. This place is like my garden!

Ralgud Ann smiles so healthy in an attempt to get back on track.

"You were all over the garden, are you sure you don't have any problems?

And Karia hanging words that frustrate the exit.

This guy is really unforgiving. I wonder if the compassion necessary to deal with people, or the moderation, is getting the hang of it. Even that question comes up boiling. To Karia's words, Largud Ann is completely dropped with a blue face.

The current challenge here at Galuamaria is how to settle Kalia here and get me out of here alone. Keeping Kalia free isn't something I know when danger is imminent in me. Therefore, we need something to tie her up.

Plus, staying here too long at this time of year is a little risky. East-West trading center, in peacetime, that's fine, but in turbulent swirling times, it can also be a center of trouble. No, it's a place to be.

"What's up, Rugis...... go ahead, oh, or is my family heirloom heavy?

Karia's voice sneaks in from behind as she wrinkles between her eyebrows as she conceives. Yeah, this guy still doesn't seem to have any kind of coordination with people or anything. Poking people in pain is probably her hobby. Karia's face creeps strangely in the evidence, pressing this back.

"I've been worried about my life ever since. There are no tame taverns or lodgings. Even the Alliance doesn't know what kind of referral fees they'll take at first glance."

A guild is a mutually supportive organization of merchants, chambers of commerce and technicians.

Starting with the exchange of information, pricing agreements, monopoly arrangements, and so on, each now incorporates into its forces those who name themselves adventurers under the protection of the great nobility or its equivalent.

An Adventurer is a gold, redeemable life for the Alliance, as well as a private soldier for the Alliance to retain its power and prevent interference from other organizations. There are, of course, some differences between countries, but wherever you go, it doesn't change that much. Because the merchants came and went from east to west and created guilds on the spot.

If an adventurer travels to another country, there's no way he won't join the Alliance. Because adventurers who are not members of the Alliance are on par with vagabonds, and there is no wonder that they are held up by the official constitution and sent to jail for just walking in the city. Thus the guild will always borrow the name of the great nobility in exchange for a great deal of money, and the adventurer will be sheltered by the guild instead of giving his life.

I mean, we don't have a back shield to live in this city, and we have to belong to some kind of guild no matter what. Even if they had citizenship, those who had no affiliation would soon be lined up as suspects in the crime.

"Garganti Commercial Guild...... come on, are you sure it's us or can I belong here?

Ask Larguedo Ann in front of the guild's liquor store with his cheeks accidentally clamped. Unknowingly, he may have turned his voice upside down like he had a cramped throat.

First and foremost, its gateway is different. In the weak guild I used to belong to in the Garrist kingdom, proper wooden planks were used for signs, but the signs here are luxury items cut out from one tree to the next. The entrance is not lonely either, probably cleaned daily.

Even though Gallu Amalia is the place where the Chamber of Commerce flourishes, it is clear that this guild is of a different size. Probably one of the best guilds in the city. Say this gatekeeper proves it. The excess of misplacement makes my feet feel unexpected.

"Yep. Here, the Garganti Commercial and Industrial Guild is such a guild that it bisects forces even in Galuamaria. But isn't this enough for Lord Hero?

"... hero, my lord? What the hell. I've never heard that before."

When I raised my doubts as I rounded my eyes, I gazed at Largud Ann, who tilted his neck as if I wasn't sure as well.

Hall of Heroes. Heroes, braves, saviors. Oh, it reminds me of bad things. I don't suppose I'd look good with one of those words. I don't remember labeling that, and I'm not willing to take it for granted. It's strange what mixes up with what came out of that story.

As he wandered his gaze around rubbing the back of his neck, Larguedo Ann looked straight at this one.

"Lady Nines tells us that Lady Rugis is a hero hall who helped the imprisoned Kalia and abandoned her untrained as much as possible to become a hero and left the King's Capital!

Cheng Cheng, Mr. Nines, no. Did that woman come back here to give you some fun? Next door, Kalia strokes his spirit with what happened to the hero hall while keeping his mouth shut, etc. Please stop disappearing because of the crowd.

Indeed, he spoke Australian when he lived to grow up as an adventurer. But that, and a hero, is something else. Heroes are those loved by fate. A brave man is one who has received the favor of God. I don't think I look good, either. Yeah, if it suits you, it's still about that guy. Abominably, though.

Ralgud Ann heads to the entrance of the Alliance, still rocking a large barrel of imbalance, as if he had found out about my mood or something.

- Karan. Karan.

The girlfriend and a group of men and women crawled through the door just in the wrong place. The bell at the guild entrance rings a dry sound.

My eyes, they open. The lid cramps and doesn't even try to forgive the blink. It's stupid. That's supposed to happen, is there? Breathing is as painful as an entire body organ has been eagled. Chilly. So chilly, the moment the shadow appeared in his eyes, chilly as crawling up his whole body from his heel, and scared.

Girl with an exotic look, pointing her lips in a grumpy manner as she rocks her long, wrapped dark hair. And follow next door to forgive it, a soft-handed blonde.

Oh, well. That's what I was saying.

- We've known each other a long time.

Said so. I thought you said so. I didn't forget. I just didn't think it would be this time of year. Your gaze is taken, your throat withers, and your body doesn't try to move in fear.

"... what. Is the color of my hair that rare?

Did my gaze bother you, the girl who tells you to shake your brunette with those long fingers? The connected frown tells the story of a particularly grumpy feeling.

This girl can't be the wrong one to look at. Members of the Savior's Journey, the Mage's Palace, my enemies in distress. Fiarat la Borgograd.

"Mr. Fialert. Don't talk to me like that."

And a man who forgives fialerts with a soft voice. This man. Yes, this man.

A man who determined my destiny, an undisputed foe, a man who made me raise a voice of jealousy more than the bottom of my heart. A man who filled my heart with a demon named Hate and took on glory and more blessings than God in one hand.

Oh, yeah. This man was the Savior - Hert Stanley, the one who in the future would be called both the brave and the hero, and become the flag servant of saving the world.