A Wish to Grab Happiness

"The disrespecters. I'll give you some time, too. time to deeply regret our own disrespect and sin, and to repent to our God."

Leaving her as she pleases, the woman, called the Virgin, turns her heels back and returns to the chapel. I see we don't even seem interested in shards. I suppose he thinks he's a sophisticated burglar. No, that's the truth.

in a room where books are piled high and small objects are so scattered that I don't like them. A corner of the room where Fialert La Borgograd had previously taken cheerful steps was now our place.

Next door is a fialert with his back rounded and his eyes heavily moistened. Everywhere on those limbs, there seemed to be elements to describe the tragedy. For example, crying wet cheeks in mourning, or blue and white frightened off shoulders like ghosts?

But that, too, is not impossible at all. At any rate, several decapitated officials for their own lives wandered around the room, and the exit was far away. Besides, those hands are tied behind your back.

Even though I don't like women, I'd like to show them enough weight to tear them away. Anyway, I'm exactly the same kind of guy. I'm only going to be able to stick my head out with precision.

A candlestick made of warcraft fat, shaped in pottery, is placed in front of us like watching over us. A shadow made of that swinging flame is swallowing up on the wall, and if we move a little, it seems we often get into the surrounding sight.

"How long can we live?

I keep whispering about dying, dying, and whispering fialert behind me, trying to get my dry lips wet, and I call out to watch.

No reaction. I see, the watchman must not exchange words with the prisoner of captivity, he is able to do so to that extent.

Well, I don't even think you're a negotiator or a fisherman with money, even if your mouth is smart. Whatever the case may be, it is an army of famous fanatics in history, the Knights of the Seal, and their line.

I tried to twist it out of the back of my lungs and leaked a big, dark sigh.

The situation is unsavory. It tastes terribly bad. There are fewer soldiers than there were earlier because they went to capture other intruders, the clogged Karia, and Hert Stanley. They won't get caught, no matter what. Whether they're hand-worked opponents, they're not soft enough to get caught easily. I understand that very well. Plus, maybe he's turning back to the city after seeing me and Fialert hang on a trap.

I mean, it's all this side of the problem. The others must be keeping us alive as one way to deal with the rest of the intruders, or even torturing them later and letting them throw up information. So far, the former seems more likely than just tied up and left alone. Of course, there is a line called both.

But even so, they have an indulgence bag. Living and dying up in the palms of their hands is not pleasant.

"HELT... HELTO... help me..."

And the neighboring fialert is unlikely if this state continues. He keeps calling about Hert Stanley with a vain look as he wets his cheeks with the moisture leaking out of his eyes over and over again.

When I was traveling once, I never saw her like this. Of course I didn't think of what was disturbing me as leaning on the helt to this point.

I can see my eyelids trembling for a moment and my forehead getting hot. Sure enough, he'll be the man to count on. At a time like this, it would be too much for me to think that he would solve it quickly. Unlike me, who can't do anything and is caught like no other.

"Ha... hey, you could have thrown up all that weak noise. Look, do something about this guy."

Yes, whispering in a low voice, he moves to show the rope tied to his rear hand. The shadows only shake slightly.

The only thing I'm lucky about this situation is that I haven't exposed them to the fact that Fialert is a magician.

Now she hasn't even engraved a visible spot if she doesn't have one of the magic tools. Besides, magicians rarely put filthy adventurers like me next door. If they haven't noticed yet, this is a good opportunity.

With this level of easy rope, the fialert can be burned out if the wind flows or sparks. If you're free to move, you can do it here. Like the other day, not directly from the front.

To my words, Fialert shrugged a blur and something when he pressed silently for a moment. Its weeping cheeks are illuminated by the flames produced by the fat of the Warcraft.

"... I can't. I can't do that in this situation."

Pointed her lips, her tears hoarded in her eyes and she shrugged. That was a mouthful that did not suit her, as if she were obstinate. I peel my eyes off at first, then wrinkle between my eyebrows and open my mouth.

"No, you never said you couldn't. I just need you to manipulate it with a little magic. Genius can do it..."

"So what's a genius? Are you making fun of me... or are you making fun of me this time of year?"

The word is throwing, bluffing, and there's no island to attach.

To put it all out, again, the fialert zeroes tears. And as her cheeks cut wet, she gave herself a mocking look.

This is too much. There's a lot to mess with. I've never seen anything like it, not even imagined it. Um, the fia alert. Um, the sorcerer.

"I can't believe... I've never been able to do anything to a crowd since I was a little girl. Below the crowd, I could do a lot of things with clever poverty."

That's not how I can use magic in a situation like this where I can't even concentrate on Loc. Fialert said in a fine voice.

My head is empty. I can't think of anything in the back of my brain, and my lips don't spin words. As it was for a while, I couldn't chew on her words.

I've never been crowded before. She did. Fialert La Borgograd did. Say stupid. She was the one on the journey of salvation who was overwhelmingly versed in diverse fields and did more than the crowd, no matter what. At least, yeah, at least, the woman who was always trying to be there should be a fialert.

I don't know what this girl is. The girl who is too small, frightened, trembling, and the more likely she is to fly away.

"Anyway, I can't. All the time, yeah, just give up. I can't believe I can do this. I mean, I studied at the academy, and I finally got to this place, but at the end of the day, I just die unbroken. Stupid last one, isn't it? Oh, I'm sure I'm a family laugh."

I'm going to have a headache. Just give up. Don't be stupid, whose line do you think that is?

First, was she not honored as a talented woman, even in Galuamaria? At least that's what I was talking about.

What the hell? Where I don't know, the story has been twisted? Or is this what the girl originally called Fialert said, there was some kind of hang-up, and she said it was weird?

When I started working out words in my mouth in an attempt to stop pushing Fialert masochistic. The words came out of her little lips.

"What the hell can you do when your rope is broken?"

That's, like, an eight-win word. With tears, the Lu Dynasty hasn't been around much, words like crying children utter.

Close your eyes and take the word. The spine didn't move like it was pierced by a chill one, and he was peeling his lid off unknowingly. The body tenses hard and the blood flow runs all over the body making sure it has its own fever.

"It's the same. Same for you. You can't do anything. This is not how I finally get caught unhappily and wait for help to come..."

Thoughts were somewhat beautiful. I pick up no more of that uninterrupted voice and force it to assemble in my head. The heart sounded no longer lurking and was just pounding into the world.

"Oh, we got caught together...... HELT, I wish it was HELT STANLEY......!

I felt my emotions crawl up from my heel, from my fingertips, from the tip of my hair at the end.