A Wish to Grab Happiness

- I won't let Rugis get in the way. Because I'm his accomplice.

Hearing the words, Fialert saw the Virgin in front of her smile small. No, I laughed, but I warped my lips to hang, maybe closer.

Something like that, her expression is certainly full of the laughter of mercy itself, the virgin atmosphere. But only those golden eyes, they weren't.

As if shining brightly, the gold is wide open everywhere. Before I thought it was beautiful, I felt some abnormality in the skin of the fialert. The pain, like stabbing him with a needle, runs down his cheek for a moment.

At least, a cathedral knight who can make a name for himself on the continent instantly transformed himself into a sculpture, but he hasn't emitted one scary thing. I don't have any serious sensibilities.

Feeling her thighs slightly cramped, Fialert took half a step to the side. The will is that what is put in there is not as much as a shard willing to retreat behind here. Enough distance to emit magic. The back of the throat cools down to moderate tension.

However, Arueno opened his lips in frying, just knowing that it was not the thought of such a fialert.

"... accomplices, huh. I guess that's what Rugis said anyway. Speaking of which, it seems. Trouble."

The first thing I said was as if I were going to tell a story without any other love. With his shattered tone, Arueno did his hand to his own lips.

If you take it for a fialert, the word must be the one that pokes at the void in your chest as it is. I didn't think I had anything to say to myself because I couldn't read my intentions very well.

Anyway, that's what I used to say when I met him in Belfein that I was a chaser for Rugis. If that opponent now talks about being an accomplice and goes up on stage, there will be a lot of amazement and suspicion.

However, the appearance of Arueno does not appear to be very similar. Without asking why, or what, she spells her words pale into the sky.

Fialert's ears tilted and her black hair darkened thinly. Second, my eyelashes shake.

"Sometimes and at all times, I decide everything by myself. So when you come back, it's settled and you get hurt. Yeah, it's too dangerous to watch."

To that word, it was now the turn of the fialert to jump up the black eye. I just don't know what the hell you're talking about, but my expression gets stiff.

But with his gaze pointed at him, Arueno smiles gracefully, lurking his neck with ease. At first glance, I even feel like it is unusual, but it was too unfit for me in this setting. This is a battlefield. It's not a place to laugh early.

Fialert can't chew through Arueno's words. With extra discomfort, he opens his lips loosely, frowning himself.

The air sitting between them sounded slightly as if they were trembling.

"- It's like talking about a face I've known for a long time, Virgin."

Said Fialert, desperately freshly lining up words in a skull that even remembers the confusion. I have a few black eyes, floating the color of agitation.

That's what I should have decided if I hadn't retreated earlier, no matter what I had already done before. I wonder what happened. Behind his gut, he remembered a strange twitch. I don't like it, I have a feeling.

That's how he inquired, and the moment he closed his lips, falsely, Fialert intuited so.

I don't know the clear reason for that. But the heart said so, and it rang high and high. There was definitely a feeling of blood hair pulling from all over my body.

That's what she complains that the pitiful thought she would otherwise be living in has stepped on something she did not and should not have stepped on.

I said, in a strangely playful tone, with Arueno brilliant her golden head, without such a wind that I cared about the condition of the fialert.

"It's not natural. 'Cause me and Rugis, we've been kids since we were born."

The voice of the Virgin, who teased her ears and even resonated in that way in her brain, shook the thought of the fialert.

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Looking straight at the rare black eye, Arueno stepped on the stone at his feet. It's hard and doesn't feel warm anywhere.

Fialert-la-Borgograd. When I saw him in the mercenary city of Belfein, I was in the position of chasing after the great sinner Rugis. That's what his accomplice is now.

Did you get into him after that, or long before that, you were taking that hand?

Leaks sound from the edge of the lip. Arueno felt that he had a strange fever.

If I don't, I honestly think so. When he thought that Rugis might have found salvation besides himself and was leaning on him that way, Arueno's gut solidified as cold as a stone.

Arueno thinks, of course, because of his uncertainty. Rugis was undoubtedly his salvation and a stopover in his harsh life in the Cathedral. No, if you say so. Long before, long before.

Nobles who say they must be noble themselves because they are noble. Famous people who mistakenly thought they must be noble themselves because they left the college. All fools dressed in expensive things and thought they were noble.

Rugis has always been his salvation in this world where such human beings can overflow and not even sigh.

Even so, I am unable to stop at Rugis' saving hand and become a tree. Because of this, he was put in a predicament, and now he has to shred himself to create a place to live. The way in which he plays the gladiator is, indeed, reflected at the edge of his vision.

Impudent. Oh, so much so that I want to curse myself if I can curse. It is the heart that came out of the truth of Arueno, so vibrant that it can be said that it resides in the chest, the emotion.

But that's why, I guess. Now there was so much heat in Arueno's gut that it rolled up and raised its voice. It can even be called a certain contradiction, that.

- An accomplice? Who and who.

My cheeks give me cramps. The eyes have paralysis. The heart was waving so hard that it seemed like it would remember to be scared on its own.

Oh, there's no mistake. The light colour reflected by Fialert-la-Borgolard's eyes, the tone of his voice when he talks about Rugis that way.

At least, what lives there is not so much contempt or insult or anything like that. From around the bottom of his heel, Arueno knew that the uninspiring would follow him with a loud voice.

She's one of a kind when it gets clogged.

Cold breath, leaking. But the back of his chest was so hot that he seemed to turn back. The identity is indisputable, an emotion in the name of anger.

I can't forgive you for sitting next to him so easily. Even though I know it's a shallow, very imprecise emotion, I can't help but think of Arueno.

She, Fialert-la-Borgograd, is not the only one. The crest men who would be beside Rugis if I were to be honest with you, those who resemble it.

All of them are nothing more than objects of indignation for Arueno.

You can curse me as irrational, you can curse me as ridiculous, but good. But what do you know?

Ever since I was a child, I had nothing in my hands. There was no dignity, no tomorrow, no money, no wisdom, no way to get them.

Naturally. I can't give that to a discarder thrown into a well. So there was nothing in this hand for hours, only a path to be sold sooner or later.

I thought that would be good, and I've never thought I could want more than that. It's a rich man's journey to think of the future. It's not something that can be given to orphans very much. Seeking what you eat today is the way an orphan deserves to live.

- But in such a state of affairs, Rugis spoke of the future. That night, under that starry sky, towards the young self.

That's why I believed in it and lived. To be with that future, to be with him. He ate all his teeth and came alive spitting mud.

Bear, bear, bear. He survived, gripping his fist and bleeding out of his lips.

It doesn't behave like a very clean white Virgin. I can't say it's a very noble way to be. I'm sure I suck and suck.

But still. Arueno believes he deserves to be beside Rugis. That's why it happened from that night until today.

That's why Arueno can never tolerate fiat alerts in front of him. To the extent that the precision had been with him for several years, she stood before herself, behaving as if it were natural to be next to him.

I'm not kidding. How many things have you sacrificed to be there?

No longer, in Arueno's chest, is there any tolerance or understanding. There was just enough heat to burn everything down.

"Childhood. With you, Rugis? It's not a bad joke."

Beyond what seemed like an eternity, Arueno glanced at the black eye of the fialert, who had finally leaked his words.

"I hope you feel safe, Fialert-la-Borgograd"

Pale, then in an atmosphere that leaks resentful voices, Arueno says.

"Whether my words are a joke or not - your future is set here. Wonderful salvation for you."