A Wish to Grab Happiness

"No more complaints."

Big monologues echo. Its voice creases and melts in the dark spaces around it.

There, as if the world had been prepared for this shadow. As if it were its territory. Everything stays as shadowed as it is.

"That's where I put my hand first. Besides, don't forget. This is my mainland."

In the shadows, it was contoured. It's like a demon, it's still like a human being, but maybe something else. Something out of grasp, hard to describe. But to that, indeed, it was beginning to contour.

"I just moved my little finger in my own bunk. I don't know what you're complaining about!

A lofty laugh is sucked into the black again. Like crazy, but happily everywhere, that laugh never stops.

Knowing that it would all be sucked into the black world, its voice resonated all the time, all the time.

The main hall of the temple. Crest Religious Enlightenment, a gathering place of knowledge. There were seals that could be said to be the object of their faith, and books gathered beneath them, and tablets, and even props of unknown use, were piled up.

It's just a roll. Is there a place in this kingdom where we can gather so much wisdom?

The crests had always made it one of their doctrines to seize knowledge and letters, their equivalents, and to gather scratches. The truth of this world is in exploration, and the crest points to it. It must have been a complaint of their decision.

Knowledge worship, should I say? The seizure has sometimes exceeded degrees and has even sparked war for it. I don't know much about the boulder. But it is certain that its belligerent attitude of faith and its frantic worship of knowledge were far from penetrating. Rather, it is an exclusive thought, something that even philosophy scratches together as one of knowledge, so is it natural, in a sense, that the momentum diminished as the age progressed?

"Wow! Look, look at this! College libraries and labs like this - yeah, I've never seen them anywhere!

But by virtue of its doctrine, we can now gather wisdom here.

Her, Fiarat La Borgograd, is making a full jump in the dark hair she wraps up there. If you look at those far-sighted, radiant eyes, the toes that carve the rhythm, and the bouncing chest, you can see how she's in a good mood.

But even so, isn't it a little too much? At least, in the fold of my former journey, I shouldn't have done this when Fialert visited this place. No, of course, with her now, and her once. Until then, if I say there is a difference in years.

"Don't be like a butterfly that finds a cabbage field like that, but look after yourself, employer."

"Oh, here's the thing, you don't know what a flair is. Be forthright, but natural. That's what the Borgograds teach us. So when you're happy, you have to be happy."

I've never heard that before, that kind of thing.

perseverance, although there are certainly passages that come to mind on previous journeys. Nature, as it is, nature. I see, no matter how you scratch it, it's not going to be the same as the fialert that exists in me. In fact, as she steps cheerfully in front of her, she even feels she's eating somewhere wrong in the fundamental part, although her former shadow will remain, of course.

Well, from this era to the journey of salvation, it was probably also an event that made her change that outlook on life.

No matter what, suddenly breathe in and let your body stand up.

"Oh, you, you can read not only the country letters, but the official letters as well?

"I'm sorry. I still do a lot of work."

Turning his fingers beside his head as he twirls, he flaunts his shoulders skillfully. Now, I can't tell you how badly I dressed up to learn from Arueno on my journey to salvation. Until then, of course, only broken or symbolic characters could be used, used in the countryside.

Move your gaze slowly as you look at the back cover of the book. Books are like owning a piece of luxury. How breathtaking it is that it lines up countless times. If I had a proper handover, it would be a great asset, but I can't do that.

To sell a book is a luxury product, it needs its proper format and tradition. Where dobrats like me had tons of books, they'd be able to see their feet or just decide to be con artists.

Sighing in my heart, I stroke my jaw and keep only nostalgia for small objects that are appropriately likely to be gold.

Like it looks familiar, like it doesn't. Including that, there's got to be a lot of money here. I don't know how much better this would look for a little thing like me than a book. There was something very similar to chewing tobacco, so I tried to include it in my mouth, but it didn't look alike, it smelled terrible.

"Wow. That's really awesome, like a dream. No, it could be a dream! I wonder what we have here!

Yes, the voice of the fialert sounded.

Oh, sure, you responded by pointing to the door that it should have been a cathedral. A space where dozens of people are large enough to let in and I don't think they made it very underground.

Once upon a time when we visited, there were scattered bones, traces of blood, swords and armor. This is the last fortress of the Old, the crests, and during the evangelical war, when they learned of their defeat, they must have been breathless here unknowingly, yes, Fialert had guessed. There are also the carcasses of women who probably would have been beautiful in their lifetime, and I accidentally prayed there, too.

evangelical war. It is also known as the Great Rebellion of the Old Church. As if breathing all over the place, the oppressed Old Church sparked the war and dragged the countries around them into a vortex of confusion.

It was still good to have a country as consolidated in one Catholic Church as the kingdom of Garrist, but few countries where the Old Church and the Catholic Church insisted on each other and fell into civil strife. In addition, it is only called the Great Rebellion, whose influence is not insignificant, and, in fact, Galuamaria, which until now had reigned as a fortified city on the Iron Wall, also fell once and for all due to attacks from within and outside by the Old Church.

But, well, I left a big scar on history, but that's all the momentum. Local victories continued to defeat so strategically that the Old Church ended up in such an underground temple that it chose to end in its own death.

Honestly, the wreckage is not pleasant to look at. That's what I was thinking, something went past my brain. No, wait. I was wondering if I was seriously missing something.

Yes, that's right. It's like you're firmly solidifying your surroundings but overlooking the heart of the heart. You seem to have forgotten something preliminary.

Fialert shrugged and put his hand on the door, its overflowing curiosity, and opened momentum.

- At the end of the door are dozens of eyes staring at this one with animosity with those who are cathedral knights poking at the tips of dull glowing spears.

The face of the fialert solidifies in an instant, blue. I was scared to crawl up from behind my heels.

A beautifully sounding voice strikes the ear in the chapel, which can be called the Great Hall.

"Something tells me there's an intruder, but I didn't think it was going to be this far anymore."

She was a beautiful woman. A face that has a voice that echoes around it, combining majesty and sobriety. Its eyes are pure everywhere, and madness everywhere.

"I didn't expect you to trample on diocesan wisdom, not just to harm our faith, but even with those muddy shoes - some felony, some insult! Yeah, I command you. Capture him and tear him to pieces. On the basis of our intelligence!

Oh, yeah. Isn't it? How the hell was I clouding my head?

When you came to Gallu Amalia, you must have definitely thought of it. Undisputed, I should have been on guard against this. Even so, this lapse was only successful in a slight attempt to disconnect the fialert from Hert Stanley. Oh, what a fuss. I am.

"Lie, because the old man said he traveled east of here a long time ago...!?

The armored men capture both arms of the fialert, twisting out their words with trembling lips.

They are indisputable. A team of the Knights of the Seal pride of the Old Church. And it is perhaps the Virgin and the venerated woman in the Gospel War who are giving orders. A woman who was the beginning of it all, and colored it all into blood.

Oh, he's an idiot. I'm a big idiot.

- The gospel war is not over yet. First of all, it hasn't even started.