A Wish to Grab Happiness

If the human body was buried in the wall, no, sucked in, should I describe it that way? Karia Birdnick glances at the stone wall with her white fingers as she wrinkles between her eyebrows with a strange look. From there, the natural feeling just returns, and there is no sign that the trap will activate, as earlier.

Kalia's mouth struck her tongue unexpectedly. What are you thinking, leaving yourself to such a cliché? That too, with that woman, a magician who does call herself Fialert, etc.

"Let's set the guidelines. The situation sucks. The party is broken up and there is no way to rendezvous. Best of all, return to the city in search of rescue."

This man, Hert Stanley, is on the right track. That's not even a piece of cloudiness.

After the party was broken up in a trap, it is impossible to fall into a secondary disaster towards rescue. The best means we can take is for the two of us alone to get out of this place and return to call for rescue. The next point is to see what's going on here for a while and expect the away members to take the trap off. To go to the rescue with those who remain foolish.

Kalia Birdnick swayed her silver eyes thinly, stirring her words in her brain for a moment. And put words on your tongue.

"No, I'm going forward. Retraction is not much to expect from results. If you want results, give me the best."

"That's an odd encounter. I think the same thing. Time doesn't unwind. The later we delay, the less chance we have of rescue."

Helt nodded uninterruptedly at the words unleashed as he rocked his silver hair.

Both names had declined to say that it was a good idea to dare choose foolishness. It is emotional everywhere, but also the result of rational intentions.

I haven't brought any equipment to camp here in days. What one has is precision for a day's worth of food and water. And from Gallu Amalia to this temple is a day by carriage. Even if you put those legs to full work, it would take at least two convenient days to call for rescue and get back on the spot.

If you are satisfied with the five bodies, there is still no problem. People don't die just because they don't have as much food as a high day. If you save well, you can bring in about two days.

But if it were a trap, there is a good chance that the body would not be satisfied. Injury, major injury, loss of limbs, excessive bleeding. I don't know if I'll be safe for a day if that happens. If so, if so, you should go. If we are to guide ourselves. Getting to things as soon as possible is the best way to do it.

"Besides, that guy must be going first, whether he's in a trap or not. Yeah, that's who he is."

With a sarcastic voice that said there was no choice, Karia stained the words into a stone corridor. The surroundings are dark, turn on the lights and you can finally see the surroundings. It's just called an underground temple, and deep in it, I guess the main hall is hidden. Originally, it's unusual just to hide the mysterious iconic temple underground. Only if they were persecuted and pursued by the crests would they have come up with such illegality. The structure is completely unimaginable to Kalia.

Even so, Karia grinned and throated at the unintentional appearance of Rugis in her imagination.

"... I don't think we're talking about a time of crisis like this, but maybe Mr. Karia, isn't he born of noble exit?

You overheard that emotional zero, said Helt, walking forward with the lights. When Karia asks why she thinks that, Hert returns it in a soft tone.

The burning of the skin, the tone of the voice and the use of words are naturally unequal in the coming out of the inferior common people and the noble ones. There is no need for sophisticated language for the common man, and if he becomes a body tortured by harsh manual labor, his skin burns and his body forms also show character.

Helt went on to wonder about Kalia from the beginning because strangely emerged beings were in the guild that would go off with such people.

I see. Karia was nodding naturally, staring at her own white fingers, sure, I guess she's right. This hand has never worked as hard as a sword, and I don't know how to pick wheat. How to grip the tool, how to squeeze the rag. That made it seem as if this hand was unreliable. Yeah, sure, his hand was unusual, and yes, it was such a hand, as if it deserved the expression that it was coal-fired.

"Then I have another question. What kind of friendship do you have with Kalia and Rugis?"

Oddly enough, in the kind of way you're choosing words. It may have been a manifestation of the sincerity and cleanliness present in Hert's chest.

"You don't know what that means. I don't care what I'm with, do I?

"Yeah, that's for sure. But it will be unusual for people of different origins to be together."

That's still natural. Kalia and Rugis. If these two are asked if they are of the same origin, their characteristics are too different. If what is done or the atmosphere created in the days of Kalia is noble, the way Rugis is exactly that of the common people.

Karia stroked her jaw. For example, if Kalia is the master and Rugis is the servant, no wonder he will be convinced. But I can't say enough from the dealings in the guild and the process leading up to here. No, first and foremost, Karia herself didn't have a good grasp of her relationship with Rugis.

"Oh, my God, I wonder what I said. My relationship with him..."

"Yeah, so strange. Karia trusts Mr. Rugis very, very much. Right, trusted. I was wondering if you two were in love."

Unexpectedly Kalia's thought stills at the word. It was the hand of something I didn't know who, and it was as if they had eagled the brains out of me.

Love. Those who love each other and are compassionate. A whispering and spinning pattern of love. Me and him. No, that's not good. That's not true. It hasn't been long since I've seen you, and if you're different, you live a different way. Is it possible that such two people are compassionate? Um, yeah, it can't be.

No, wait, Karia pushes her own thoughts once and for all. But I remember hearing that love is something that comes down to your chest in the extreme instant. If so, it will not be any proof of the period since we met.

But no, wait, with those two thoughts in order, Muh and Karia lined those soft lips, and then answered.

"Buddy. Yeah, you're buddy. That's what I most deserve."

Yes. I thought Karia regained her thoughts, wondering if she had said so herself. That's the most appropriate way to put it. Of course, it is strange that people of different origins are companions to each other. That would be good now.

Helt snapped, so much so that he was the voice that left the question. And I went on with the words.

"It's a good opportunity, so I want to tell you and ask you now - to be honest, I'm not making an extra good impression on that guy. It's even dangerous."

A little darker than usual. A voice that seems to have dropped about one stage. To the words, what a discipline, Karia shut up.

I guess what Helt said about the clogging was this one word. But I guess Helt broke off when he said it in front of Kalia, who knows neither love nor companionship, and said it was unfaithful and sometimes disrespectful to ask. Therefore, after exploring the relationship from Kalia's mouth, he reveals his feelings.

Should I say sincere? Should I call it serious? In a way, Karia accidentally put her hands on her head that she was the opposite of him.

"Spicy, you might not even say. But I am definitely not a good person. Mr. Kalia, are you aware of that, with him?

I see, this is what he, Hert Stanley, is all about, and Kalia understood as she turned this one around and looked at its righteous face.

I can't help but say it's not right. We cannot leave fraud as it is. Keep looking at the relationship between justice and evil, from the front. He who is upright everywhere like that. That's him.

"I'm worried about the fia alert right now. My chest is going to be torn up even now. Without your eyes, you might even have been disturbed. So I want to tell you something. If anything happens to him that's harming Fialert, I'm hostile to him."

At that time, you are asked what you will do. Karia had taken it without leaking any extraneous meaning.

Hostile to the person you're partying with, even if it's a sudden combination. Even if it is an assumption that the other person has laid hands on first, it is unjust not to convey that the thought is in the chest. That's what he thinks.

Karia blinked her silver eyes and worked out the words slowly over her tongue.