A Wish to Grab Happiness

Mattia, the Seal Virgin, lowers her mouth in surprise as she carefully opens the parchment handed to her. Before reading the contents, my gaze softly went through the entire parchment.

Well, I opened my lips unexpectedly, Mattia said.

"Surprised, you look a lot like Ann's handwriting"

Tidy lettering on a few books. Overall, it is not difficult to read. It remained the letter of the proximal Largdo-Ann, which I saw many times in the report.

Mattia looks seriously at the whole parchment with her eyes rounded as she was impressed.

Rarely since I heard that Rugis had written a response to his letter, there had been some anticipation and anxiety in Mattia's chest, and that was how curiosity persisted.

I know it's not an attentive reply anyway, but it's still so delightful and wonderful that he ran a pen for himself. I don't know, Mattia's cheeks are loose.

But since it's about Rugis, I thought it must be a rough word somewhere, but the word doesn't depend on an outsider personality.

I think so, and Mattia makes her long eyelashes jump.

"... Yep. Well, I took the lead."

Because Master Rugis was still in a situation that could not be said to be fully fast.

By the side Ann said so, slightly clogging the words. I seem to have chosen words for a long time, and that voice has lost all the smoothness.

Like I said earlier. No, I shouldn't have been told anything at all. With her cheeks just a little hot, she gently throats and Mattia tightens her lips firmly.

On second thought, there can't be so many people who write beautiful letters like Ann. Besides, I do hear he comes from poverty.

Then the letter would not have been so close. I may never have written to you.

Think of it so much. Mattia gives you a tweet.

Well, don't you know one letter he writes? Mattia dropped that thought in her chest now.

We spent so much time together that we could no longer say it was short, we thought we'd found out a little bit about him.

On second thought, I don't even know my favorite foods and places of origin as well as letters. I've heard of blurry birth.

Mattia leaks her exhale like she mocks herself. How dare you say that this will do his administration, etc. There's so much to laugh about. Speaking of what you know, isn't it precisely about its behavioral principles?

You can't do this. There's more to the shortage.

I suppose so. When it comes to management, if it's about him, you have to know everything. Letters, whatever you like, everything.

With that in mind, Mattia's eyes stopped moving as she was reading letters running over parchment paper. So seriously, I saw a point.

I guess I took a look at that. Oh, and Anne let her lips open.

"Only the last signature was made immediately by Master Rugis. Proof of identity, not really."

Ann is right, it does say letters of distinctly different quality only where they mention the name of the sender of the letter.

It's a broken letter. Probably had the power, the intensity of the ink to show the strength, Rugis and yes, the signature.

Mattia stared at the signature for a while before gently closing her eyes. The parchment is then rounded up in the hand as if it were to be handled even with something important.

A few moments passed as Mattia kept her lids closed. My skull chewed through what was written, and now I'm wondering what it was according to.

"If you're just going to read the content, it's an unacceptable request -"

With the sharpness of even stabbing the air, Mattia narrows her eyes. The line of words engraved on parchment demanded a clear movement in crest teaching. That's hardly how I could accept it. That's not what I was able to seriously deal with.

If it was Matia on a daily basis, she was close to being paranoid enough to overhear. Although.

"- But it must be Rugis who said this, Ann"

Mattia's words were accompanied by such an atmosphere as to loosen the gaze she had made me strain. Ann answers that, no doubt, as she pulls her jaw small and nods.

Mattia moved her eyelashes up and down as she responded to Ann. That's how I put in the parchment that I rounded dearly, I say.

"Okay, Ann. You already understand what needs to be done. Write a directive to the soldiers and their collaborators so they can carry it right away."

With her back on display, Mattia said so without incident. Long hair jumps and dances the universe.

On the other hand, Ann swallowed the words in amazement at Mattia's words and actions. All right, I never thought they'd tell me to move on to action right away.

Indeed, no matter how hard it may be to believe if it is the word of the Lord Hero, the Virgin will be put in her ear. Ann had a hunch about it, and she didn't think it was anything worse.

But it is far from expected that the boulders will accept everything in their mouths as it is.

To the best of Ann's knowledge, a Virgin named Mattia is a man of reason and intention, not a man of love. Sometimes I aroused my emotions by putting Rugis in front of me, but I still shouldn't have broken the big picture.

But this one.

As soon as possible, a cold paralysis strikes around Ann's abdomen. I felt it coming up my throat.

It's not as deep as suspicion. But to be forced to contain, excessive emotion. Although I have felt it several times before.

- Now Virgin Mattia is in a blind mood because of her admiration for the Heroes.

Ann tried to keep the other parchment she had on her chest and swallowed it. A blurry sensation covers the cerebral cord. Ann's little lid blinked.

"Ann, are you even dreaming?

It was the words of the Virgin Matthia, none other, that forced Ann's consciousness back.

Ha, as if, Ann makes her spine jump and responds to Mattia.

When she did everything without the difficulty of being flexible, all this time today, she was creating a look with horrible twists and turns.

Mattia waves her lips in such a way that she smiles. An uniquely tender look that does not include intentions for Mattia.

"I know what Ann's trying to say. Because it's not a short relationship. But don't worry."

No matter what you drown in, I'm me. With that said, Mattia went on to say the words.

"Whatever it is that I have to do alone. You don't make shallow decisions about people and soldiers being involved. That's what I swore when I became the Virgin."

It must not have been the Virgin, it was the voice of one man named Mattia, the Truth that came out of the bottom of his chest zero. Slight or unmistakable, swearing words. The depths of those eyes seem packed with immeasurable emotions.

So I wonder, it's not like I'm going to say it. It's like reading in a script, Mattia said.

"So this is not love. But I believe in a man named Rugis."

Until now, he had cut and paved the way for the crest religion, and let it draw its course like a meteor. With that action, with that victory, with what can be termed its forcefulness.

Not everything went well, of course. There were actions that could be described as impulsive, and there would have been choices that could be described as overly reckless.

But they never just let the dark clouds run their legs, nor did they move disorderly. It was because I had a firm will and an eye to look ahead.

Therefore, although the contents of this letter are seemingly unscrupulous, there is something there that seems intentional that can be read as thin.

He seems to be the one who lacks a lot of explanations.

No, is it the trust that you would know if you were yourself? If that's the case, I'd love to. Mattia tried to hold her cheeks up, she said.

"Yes, you're trustworthy. I trust him. I can't tell you now that everything in the letter is true, but let's read that what he says makes sense. Yeah, with definite intentions."