A Wish to Grab Happiness

Concubine princess.

Once upon a time, so called, she was a private child of the Lord, Amerites-Garrist, by the Kingdom of Garrist. Some talk of being born a child made to a servant of a common people, others talk of being a son with a lowlife aristocrat who has fallen in love, and I do not discern that unequivocal place.

Very few men, including kings, knew the truth at any rate, and they had disappeared when the princess appeared in the great sea of the world.

In addition to that, the fact that she had too many bad reviews attached to her would be one factor in the lack of clarity of the truth.

Concubine princess. The reputation for disparaging her from the next to the next boiled down in the former Garrist King's Capital, with the result that she didn't even know what was true and what was a lie at the end.

If it was meant to be, there can be no such thing as a bad reputation for the existence of royalty. This is not the case with people who can say badly about the king's blood muscle, which is protected by a blood muscle called the royal family and leaves the great sword of the nation wanting.

So why did the princess have enough bad reviews to overflow? It's really, it's a simple story. Whatever, human idiots.

What she was looking for from around her was a famous actress who talks and dances as scripted. But in fact, that's just the reason she played was that she was a bad girl who ripped off the script and ruined the play.

There was an aristocratic nobleman who tried to eat into the real power of the Garrist kingdom using a princess who would draw the blood of King Amerites, even if she was a bastard, during the period of confusion after the catastrophe. It was only in the beginning that it went according to their script.

Last one. The noblemen will have their wrists cut off by the woman who insulted them as their little girl. She took away all the real power that should have been in her hands once.

I can't help but observe the mood. The remorse, hatred and anger that springs up in the bosoms of the nobles will no longer be hard to put to the brush.

The power to tilt one world, the nation, was right there, but then it slipped off its hands that feeling. If it was enough to feel like that, it might have been easier to go crazy no longer.

Such a distorted history to the point of acquiring royalty and the position of being a bastard led her to be abhorred by the aristocrats terribly.

Anyway, nobles are morbidly concerned about whether noble blood is flowing in their bodies or not. I'm sure there's even gold in their blood.

They exclaimed that it was therefore unbearable, such as that a woman with the blood of a common people might have power. That's just the story of all the bad reviews attached to the princess as a result.

Demonic in the skin of poisonous women, snakes and women. That was the notoriety that once - and that's how she now calls herself Philose-Trait - was making her snap on her back.

But nothing ever happened when she was someone's enemy.

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"For a while in this alliance, Philos will also be able to eat. Hopefully we can get through the cold."

One of the clerks gave that voice, as he said he had finally taken a breath when the figure of the autonomous city of Philos came into its sight. The atmosphere of the soldiers of the escorts walking around also seemed a little soothed so that they could be heard.

The ruler Philose-Treit nods small at the words of the clerk and loosens his lips himself. It was as if the stone, which had solidified around the chest, had finally lost its weight.

With the autonomous city of Phyllos, no more precisely the ruler Phyllos-Treit individual, the crest teachings formed an alliance. I swore that there would be no such thing as building cooperative relationships and waving swords at each other.

Of course, it's definitely like flying if you blow an alliance like that. There will be no Catholic ethics or reason for creed teaching, and there is nothing strange about being surrounded by them on a regular day and being speared at.

But at least I can buy you some time. Right now, time is exactly worth the money. When this alliance is created, we must stabilize the city and at least appease the lives of its citizens. Whatever it is, it's almost there when it's cold already.

An authentic cold breeze hits the cheeks of Hiu, and Phyllos-Treit. My teeth accidentally bit my inner cheek. The one called Cold pierces the body with sharpness.

How long will it last in the next cold season? Phyllos-Treit narrowed his eyes and stared at the sun, which had completely weakened the sun.

A little more, the white snow like silk thread covers the earth. If everything is eaten white, it will no longer be a decent place for people to walk.

- The warcraft, stuck and now letting themselves be buried in the woods and in the earth, become verses that begin to walk wide through the earth.

I don't know a clear reason. But when it's time for the Cold Wind Fairies to bury themselves in the ground, they, the enemies of men, start to invigorate their actions more than ever. An exception could be said to be about a cathedral or around a temple protected by God.

Some scholars look at warcraft walking wide in the snow and say that's the nature of what they are, while others are wise that snow carries magic. Neither man nor he knows what is true in the end. I just have a few theories.

So the only thing that's obvious is that if the cold weather comes, the guy named Distribution will be significantly delayed.

If you hire a certain number of mercenaries and adventurers, you'll just throw a piece of meat into the wolf. If so, merchants will no longer be able to travel from the city to the city so often.

In that sense, for the category of mercenaries, adventurers, the cold weather is something to welcome. That's all, 'cause the next thing you know, the next thing you know, the next thing you know, the next thing you know, the next thing you know.

That circumstance definitely makes me want to leak my sigh, even just in cold weather. In addition, I hear that the activity of the Warcraft will be scattered despite the warmth still here. Then what happens if everything is covered in snow? Philose-Trait blinked his eyelids a few times, unknowingly, to the dark imagination that floated in his head

How long will this cold weather last? If it ends in a few months, there will be nothing more, but it has even lasted for years in the past. If that happens, the city of Philos won't even be able to moisturize its mouth just because of its current storage.

From the world of men to the world of demons.

Someone said that the shift in verses is where they get clogged. White snow is a testament to that. Well, maybe that's why my white eyes are abhorrent, too. It's totally unfair to say that the white skin is preferred.

Oh, but. Well, if your eyes are of the same quality as snow, that is, attracting demons, then surely that may be true.

Earlier, that great demon also said something about good eyes or something like that, Philos-Trait glanced for a moment right next to the city gate and whined in his chest.

When one of the escorts sent a signal, slowly, a heavy noise began to make the city gate open its mouth.

Now, and tighten your own lips, Phyllos-Treit narrows his eyes. There must be a pile of things that need to be done and projects that need to be cleaned up in the office.

We will naturally have to stretch our legs to visit the surrounding villages in preparation for the cold weather by repairing urban facilities, buying more food and replenishing fuel. Corresponding compensations are needed for villages and citizens damaged in this battle. If we do a city bank, will we manage to make it?

Philose-Trait, though sometimes a hater, nevertheless loved the citizens as she did. But that's why she doesn't think it's a way of showing affection to listen to all citizens' demands.

Illuminate the right path and guide the people to it. Whether that is the right way to govern and show affection, Philos-Trait believes so.

Even if that's why the bad reviews grabbed my ankle, what is it? The righteous receive stronger wind and rain than anyone at all times. I can't wait frightened of that.

Therefore, Philos-Trait would not give him one frown, even though he had been scolded in the front by a citizen.

It was the same at this time - the things that were poked out were not words, but silver tips.

"- I wonder what you're going to do. This one."

Entered the city gate, as soon as possible. By a large number of citizens, the ruler does not show any glimmers, even if he sees the spears thrust by himself and his escorts. It's like this is in your imagination. He opens his white eyes wide and looks around him.

A citizen, who himself loves and is to be protected, is spearing towards himself. Philose-Treit just kept staring at the situation with his own eyes, which should also be called an anomaly.

I wonder how many citizens are gathered together. Countless of them, but perhaps a hundred, or two hundred. Besides, the fact that such a wretch is being done with dignity in front of the gate means that there is more to support them than those gathered here.

When I turned my thoughts in my skull like that, the sea of men, it cracks. It was like not creating a single path. one human being relaxes, walks its path, and comes

"It's an easy thing. Philose-Trait the treacherous. I hold you under the authority of the People's Council."

Citizen's spokesperson, head of the Civil Society and a man so called. Rozo stared at Philose-Treit with a brilliant eye as he rocked a beard that grew all over his mouth.