A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Did she, Virgin Mattia, fulfill and convince, with that question"

In the carriage where only the sound of the hooves kicking up the ground and the stiffness of the wheels echoes. Helt Stanley was the only one who opened his lips as everyone quietly left himself to shake.

"You didn't. The only thing that convinces me about that is that I believe in people, the Virgin herself."

I caressed my neck wondering if that woman looked like that pattern.

I'm in the mood for a break from being Helt's conversationalist. I have no choice but to reply to Fialert La Borgograd, who has not yet tried to regain consciousness, and to Karia, who closed her eyes beside her. I have no choice but to open my lips and twist out words that climb my throat like a billionaire.

"But you gave us back. Is that his pride or his pride? Or maybe he showed some real respect."

Yes, I was kicking that word up in my chest, even as I spoke.

There's no way. Oh, I don't think so. That can't happen. That woman, Mattia, is not that sweet. I just exchanged words a few times, but I figured that out well.

She can justify herself as much as she wants for a purpose. I can affirm that it is an irresistible sacrifice, trying to muddy doctrine, for example. She's too long for the act. It can also be said to be endlessly specialized in certain intentions. If you thought you needed to kill us, how much you disobeyed the doctrine, you would have strangled us.

So this is how our necks are connected, because we matched his intentions. Otherwise, all of us would have been friends on that spot, putting ash-coated ground to bed forever.

On the upper body, weave only light skin clothes and accidentally bite the teeth.

Yes, I picked up my life. Instead, a hell of a lot of trouble has covered my shoulders. Light skin wear even seems like iron armor. That's a hell of a woman, oh, that woman, you Mattia. Oh, my God, she's a nasty bitch.

The last word that the woman whispered won't leave me without sticking to this ear.

- Then let's decide on our transmitter. Ann. Larguedo Ann, I guess, would be appropriate.

Yes, he whispered with his hand on his shoulder so that only I could hear him.

From the side, it's that of a man and a woman who say goodbye intimately. But in fact, it's like a witch blew a curse into you. The words, and the fingertips put on, felt strangely cold.

Great. Great. I was going to get through it with my tongue three inches precisely, but it's a lot behind me. I can tell you that it was unsavory to see sweetly with the Virgin of Box Garden Living. Even though the measures to disconnect the fialert from the guy in the helt have not been defined yet, all this trouble comes down on me.

"Whatever. Once, after you get back to the city. What's your employer like?

He threw his words in a light condition as he gently flaunted his shoulders and slammed himself against a swinging floorboard. The hert re-hangs the blanket on the fialert while lying down, narrowing his eyes and opening his mouth.

"Whatever, because it seems to have exhausted its magic from the ground up. Your strength and strength must have been exhausted. Rest for a while, no matter what the magic."

Then tell me the request is interrupted, and I sighed and said so. I can't refund the advance now, but I can't get paid for such an insignificant job description. It also naturally mixes my feelings and intentions as an adventurer.

Helt nodded softly, like somewhere unexpected, but intriguingly, and groaned so, trying to tell him.

Largd Ann.

Introduced by Mr. Nines, guide to the city state Galuamaria. A girl who sees a little younger than me or Karia. The facial expressions and things you do are all childish, but the talent is indisputably authentic. Especially with regard to interpersonal bargaining skills, there is no question.

Oh, the scary thing is that he belongs to the old religion, the crest religion. Of course, I was expecting an introduction from Mr. Nines. I did, but it's a big difference between ending only in anticipation and actually asking yes.

At the corner of the slum designated as the meeting point, bearing as large a barrel as ever, Largud Ann appeared in a light foothold.

"I'm listening, my lord hero. Oh, no, Lord Brave, would you prefer that, Master Rugis?

Zero from his throat the sound of the bell rolling as he shrugged, and rude, Largd Ann corrected his standing.

Walk around the corner of the slum, talking to the public. It's like we're still exploring each other's nostalgia. The real deal, the deal, it all comes after that.

"I told you, I'm not one of those vessels. Brave men and heroes shoulder the burden. I wish I could get the fame and money I need."

That is, gold that serves as a guide to success as an adventurer and to the extent that you can pick up Arueno.

Brave men and heroes. If those two names are asked if they have any vision, they get stuck in the boulder for answers. But, well, it is. I had a good understanding of what would happen if an old man like me reached out to the horizon.

Take a look at the request. Death if you make a mistake. No, he was actually dead, I am. There, the talented. Just saved by those who deserve to call themselves brave heroes.

Not at all, it's hard to do with it. Is it my spirituality that's hard to save?

"Well... then Master Rugis. How well do you know our purpose and how much help you can give us?"

A tone that carefully spins words, one at a time. Originally Largd Ann's tone is polite itself, but this is more than that. It's not a friendly way of speaking, it's like throwing words in the sky. The light of those eyes, the body's work, is somewhere different from what she has been.

Oh, I see. Is this her, Ralgud Ann's original face?

"Apparently, they used my name to talk to the Virgin, though. You have often heard from Nines that we are not inherently deeply involved in the crests."

Oh, of course, you can use my name, as many as you want. With that added, Loosen his cheeks Largud Ann has a full grin. That's what he said, out of the blue, if that's what helps us. I see that you have already revealed your name as a business partner during the negotiations with the Virgin.

It's supposed to be a full smile, but it feels strangely compressed to the chest, suppressed, such a look.

"I don't know everything. But to the point of getting in my ear."

The extent to which it enters the ear, and Largud Ann spins the words back to the parrot. Nod aloud, and speak out so that it does not sound all around you.

"You're about to drop Maria, a woman who's never forgiven anyone before, at least that far."

Ralgud Ann's atmosphere was transformed in places such as the end of the word or not. The grin creates a demonic atmosphere somewhere, and the eyelids rise to a pinch. Shake her head vertically gently and try to pick a word, she said.

"I see you are still a hero, Master Rugis. So there are two options. Crawl up the opportunity to feed, or"

- Does it feed someone?

In the dimness of the slums, Largud Ann's strangely bright tone of voice melted around.