A Wish to Grab Happiness

The most I felt was the smell.

Nostalgic smell. Alcohol and tobacco. Smells like a mixture of blood and iron that paralyzes your nose. When I was still hungry, I smelled like no.

Yes, that's right. I miss this smell.

"How long till you fall asleep, skinny dog?"

Cancer, duh. A strong impact ran on the back of the head. I look up to you. Sparks are scattered at present, and the situation is out of focus at this time and I don't understand.

"Rugis, I don't suppose you'd have dressed up again."

What was there with his face up was a white jawbeard in his grey hair. Deep wrinkles on the face and a face engraved with scratches.

Stupid. Weird. He can't be here. No, here it is, or should I now? Because, he said,

"Richard's grandfather......!? Why did you fade out, you must have died!?

Ouch. Even more so than earlier. I think my eyeballs are about to pop out.

"How dare you kill people?"

Richard's grandfather drinks when he wasn't very angry as he beat people to death. While confusing my head, I understand that I was finally lying at the table. In the street, they hit me in the back of the head and a spark scattered right in front of me.

"Whatever it is, it's too much sleep, Rugis. It's been a while since I've been here to see what's going on. You forgot you were taught by me."

Blinking his eyes, he looks back at Grandpa's face as he peeks into this one while holding the liquor bottle.

Oh, yeah. Undisputed. This face I'll never forget. It's atrocious, it's indisputable that you prefer vice and feed the weak, the bad guy. And my master, Richard.

But he should be dead by now. It was a catastrophe at the time of the Predecessor, in a way that was not even patterned. He must have died. That he looks flat and is in conversation with me.

"Oh... no, because I slept in this place. I just didn't sleep well. Look, I grew up good."

So joking, Grandpa Richard deepened his wrinkles and scratched his head gently. I stare at this one so I can sneer, and I wonder if this guy was in a bad place to hit, what a grunt.

"Ever since I was a kid, I think I've been sleeping here or on the floor. You're used to it."

That's true. When I was under Grandpa Richard, even though he was to the point of coming back when he felt comfortable walking to the people, I spent the night stuck at the table at the liquor store without any money. But that was more than a decade ago.

Be aggressive and review yourself. My body turned around. No, it's about two turns small. And the green blur you're wearing. This is what I liked and wore when I was only in my early teens. The muscles shrivel and the thinness of the hands and feet is the body itself, which has not yet grown up.

- Let's just give you one chance. Give me a chance to anoint everything and redraw a painting called Life.

The words echoed in my head.

Oh, well. Is that so? That's all true. with an undisputed contract of truth. I...

"You can't blow an idiot till hours, Rugis. I brought you a job today. Wash your face."

I'm still developing. By the time I joined the Adventurer's side, I was back.

My teacher, naturally. I didn't see any change at all. I realize the fact that I was dedicated to a sacrifice in the name of single, reconnaissance.

Step through the grass and continue through the woods to avoid making noise.

"The grandfather..."

Unexpectedly, there is zero stupidity. I reflexively get my hands on my chest trying to get everything out, but I don't hit what I'm looking for. That's right. I haven't even had a bite of tobacco or a liquor around this time of year. For the most part, I had a hard time getting even something to eat, but there's no way I have a hobby that's superior.

chisels, and rattles his teeth.

Oh, shit. I did make it back, on this day over a decade ago. That's for sure. But it's a lot of inconvenience to go back. I can't take my job seriously from my guild either. Richard's grandfather's subcontract, or just the kind of work nobody wants to do. Just because I could go back out there doesn't make my life any better.

This reconnaissance to the Ogi Forest is also a job that Richard's grandfather should have done alone. I was just thrown part of it. It's not crap.

By and large, I have undertaken a request to crusade the Great Warcraft myself, and let people do dangerous reconnaissance for it, or normal. Everywhere. That grandfather.

On the way to the back of the woods with a deep sigh, pause, fittingly. Give in and stare at the ground. There are scattered pebbles and weed leaves that are only slightly broken.

Somebody's coming first, this. That's definitely after people walk. There are traces of light cover, but only on the spot. But even then, I wouldn't have known. That's how ignorant and helpless I was. During my journey to salvation, I got so used to being scouted that I didn't want to.

But who, the hell? He shouldn't be trying to get into this dangerous forest until he's covered up. Complete depth from here on out. Sure, at the time I went ahead...

"... ugh!

I remembered. Rather, why didn't you notice? Idiot or me. The fact that I was here to help my grandfather with his work meant that even I should have come to this forest at the time.

That's where I saw it. Take that look, that woman.

One beat, breathe in air, and spit it out. Scratch your back teeth and kill your body tremors. That's how he gives himself up to crawl on the ground and stays there, running through the ground. To avoid making noise, select the ground on which to put your feet so as not to leave traces on the leaves.

At the time, the woman stepped into the woods after being an apprentice in the Knights but stronger in her upliftment than anyone else, and even though she was designated a restricted area by the Alliance, she tried her own arms. To crusade the Warcraft.

That sucks. That sucks.

I want to avoid bowling with that woman no matter what. Without a doubt, the cover of that footprint belongs to her. If so, it will serve its purpose immediately, faster, and to reach its goal. And go home without stopping by. That's the best thing to do.

- Gin - Gin -.

Done.

The closer you get to the bed of the big warcraft you remember, the more you hear a sound similar to a sword trident. There's a guy. Without a doubt, he is fighting the Warcraft with no enemies.

Running up against the tree, he gazes at the source of the sound.

There, he looks unforgettable. Compared to the body, he manipulates a long sword brilliantly and is relative to the Warcraft while drawing a silver orbit. She's still supposed to be an apprentice knight now, but make her a future Knights junior and a Savior's Journey party member.

His name is Kalia Birdnick. The man was there.