A Wish to Grab Happiness

Hert Stanley, a man who became a Savior in the future. The brave and the heroic.

When we face each other again in this way, we can see the anomaly well. A presence that burns down your surroundings while you have a mild eye. The brilliance of wisdom, which seems to be looking at everything that is reflected in your eyes, even if you are still young.

The sun. Yes, the word sun would be worthy. It combines the fear of giving warmth to all around us and turning everything into scorched soil. Son of the Sun.

"What. Is my brunette that rare?

On the other hand. Will she, standing beside him, even say the moon?

Fiarat La Borgograd. Mage's Palace. He who is a member of the journey of salvation and is given two names: the Transformer, who is placed in the future to create a branch of the history of witchcraft.

Bring lustrous dark hair together behind you, and its strong eyes make her feel pity. The depth of her face and carvings is peculiar to her being an exotic. It interacts with the atmosphere and creates her unique charm. Can you say that Karia and I are beautiful again of different quality?

The kind of atmosphere that builds walls and throws people away is no different from the time of the journey of salvation. Even so, that was an exception to Hert Stanley. Now I feel a strong backlash against him as well. Perhaps not so much now, as a long relationship. Its construction of walls in all directions was like a needle rat.

I see, you look great. Unexpectedly tongues.

Fialert may not be a little too brilliant when it comes to the moon, but her and the sun-like Hert Stanley. From the side, it can be described as a combination that fits really well.

- I see. How dare this guy, he can't stop nauseating.

The poisonous blood rushed all over his body and seemed to hear the Hell's Keeper whisper in his ear.

I wonder if you know him, hold down the calia he's going to ask, and step forward. parchment that seemed to be in the hands of the fialert. And events in memory. It doesn't matter if it's coded, it's not what I found out.

I said, daring him to hold his mouth up, making him laugh.

"No, I was just wondering if no one would have stopped asking me for a request like that."

The words must be provocative. To make it easy for the target to bite, to engage. That's not the main point of what used to be Kalia Birdnick. I don't care about strength or weakness for the Sorcerer. What matters to her is wisdom. Know it or not. Does your head turn or not? Just that. Of course I don't have such a big deal, but if it's knowledge, it's here.

Kalia, and Hert Stanley, too, can see how distracted I am by my abrupt remarks. Naturally, I just happened to be on a roundabout, because the first person I met, as soon as I saw his face, threw a word that could be considered provocative. In that moment, there was only one other emotion. Just black, pearl-like eyes.

"... greatly. What, you want me to be sorry? I came to the guild to put out a requisition because I had a request. Something wrong?

"Ah, duh. Excuse me. She, Mr. Fialert, has a hard time arguing with people right away. I'm fine, of course."

Pushing Hert Stanley trying to shelter himself, his black eyes look at me. Yes, this me, not Hert Stanley. I didn't put it on my teeth once, I didn't even try to put it in my eyelids, this is me.

It turns out that something like mud, and somewhere sticky, is born in my mind.

"Oh, I'm sorry. What makes a fool squirm?"

That's what I said, to kick up the words of Hert Stanley, who tried to arbitrate the place.

"That parchment. Is there one that you use to make a request for something like that when you make a book? The Alliance's request is Papyrus. Or tell them verbally."

For a moment, Karia put that hand on her shoulder, wondering if she had tried to hold me down. But if you tighten your hand like you think of something, you retreat your hand, and perhaps deliberately. I got a big sigh behind me.

I want you to make sure you understand that it's not me who gets sighed out like that, it's you.

"Something about making a request on parchment, obviously unknown to the public, or an extraordinarily troublesome substitute. Nobody's supposed to think of taking over. You're the first ignorant young lady I've ever asked for.

If the weapon that defeats Kalia is the sword, all it takes is wisdom and words to assemble the Fiarat La Borgograd. Once in the middle of a meal, I know Hert Stanley was talking about it as a failure. When I made my first request with Fialert, he said I had made a request with parchment.

Ignorance, plundering parchment paper from the hands of a fialert whose face was particularly distorted by the word. It's easy to plunder things from the hands of people who are not supposed to be adventurers yet.

Take a quick look - I see this isn't a trick, it's indisputably difficult. I guess the adventurers who checked the contents with curiosity also took their hands off early.

When I scratched my jaw at the content of the request, my wrist with parchment paper was gripped with strong force. I don't have the willingness to squeeze, like Kalia, but with the strength of a squeeze.

"I'm pretty sure we were stupid. It's up to you to bruise it. But...... that's not a good reason to fool her. I want my request back."

Hert Stanley's finger grips his wrist firmly. The feel is like heavy iron. Unless I hand off parchment, he won't get his hand off his wrist as well.

Excellent heart. A heart that honors the person of Hert Stanley. merciful mind. And the toughness of an enveloping spirit. I see, it combines elements that attract people. Definitely a masterpiece. Yeah, that's what I knew.

But not for me. It's unpleasant. It's unpleasant.

I'm not supposed to be involved with Fialert La Borgograd or anything. Rather, from previous memories, he was a human being who did not want to be as involved as possible with Karia.

Fiarat La Borgograd, like Kalia, never directly threatened me. But the treatment is just cold.

I don't take my opinions. I don't even put my presence on my teeth. I have no idea what I'm gonna do. Perhaps to her, I was just a choreographer, not a member of the journey. At least she should have been appropriately warm to the other members.

Of course, naturally, too. There was no excuse, I was nothing but a choreographer on my journey to salvation. If you don't have the power to twist down Kalia Birdnick, you don't have the knowledge to say Fialert La Borgograd.

But that's why I understood so well the duality of people, the chillness that sinks deep into my heart.

She was amazingly cheerful with Hert Stanley on the other hand, keeping me in all that cold air. She acted like a wise man who listened carefully to people's words, but my best friend didn't put them in sight in the first place and only treated them as foreign objects.

Compared to her treatment, treatment like Kalia was probably still better. Because in the sense of being, Karia did recognize me.

"He says no, what do you mean this is a request?

That's why fear runs all over my chest because I know them.

Once again, its fialert La Borgograd will stand beside Hert Stanley. Once again, we start to build the relationship we once had. It's like trying to figure out what I went through once. That that horrible human being will be created in this world again. Fear of the whole body and fear pulsating.

- Oh, and that's not all. Something scarier than that is giving birth.

Is this jealousy? Far deeper and darker than that. Is this some other emotion that is hard to describe?

Oh, maybe he's here. God. If you'd given me a chance, Hert Stanley, I wish you'd erased it. If you can't, it would have been better if you had erased me yourself. If that were the case, my chest would have been much calmer than it is now.

"I'll take this request - conditional."

Shivering his eyes into agitation, he unwittingly shakes off Helt Stanley's hand. As it was, I watched the fialert as I sharpened my eyes. Like asking. As if I were guessing.

Fialert opened his mouth for a moment to say that he could not absorb this intent, and, possibly, to prove his wisdom, he reconsidered his words and said:

Let's hear the terms.

Oh, well. This emotion must be what you call it. Hate and.

I don't want to see it again. Hert Stanley, where he gets something. I want you to take everything from him. My heart is, yes, burning.