A Wish to Grab Happiness

"How long have you been talking to the Virgin, Hero?

Apparently Larguedo Ann liked the call. Where she raised her protest, all she did was tilt her little neck and stare at this one wondering what she shouldn't do.

The more you look at that trick, the better it is for the kids you want. I don't think this child has a tongue that even the heavenly ones can take on their hands. Maybe that part was helping her push up her abilities in a way.

"Virgin - Mattia is not the one who goes all the way. The devil, who still has two tongues, would be cuter."

Nor has the sexual roots of Ralgud Ann, who compares the Virgin of the religion she professes with the devil, been so praised. Wouldn't it rather lean towards the rather worse?

"He saved his life from that one, and even followed me as a liaison officer. Can't you help but notice a few interests in its content?"

The way the word is put out is rather close to the feeling of putting in exploration rather than curiosity, interest. Words like what I am, what I'm good at, and exploring it. I wonder if it is in order to avoid suspicion, but the mouth of the mouth exasperates people's self-esteem.

"Nothing, I wasn't born out of my mouth, and I didn't line up words that were convenient. Just two."

Stand two fingers as you head back to the city and crush the chewing cigarette you bought the most with your teeth. Continue the words as you fold one.

"One is about that Virgin, my dear Maria."

My dear Maria. The presence of an iron wall that has not yet allowed that body to anyone. Clogged, fortified city of Gallu Amalia. They want this place so badly that their hands jump out of their throats for the crests.

Why was the presence, also known as the Virgin, near this city, based on a temple that could be called its ruins? Why, once upon a time, did the crests die and let this city fall?

Of course, it is also the main point of the transaction. I see, as we wreak havoc, if we keep this place down, we have a lot of influence around us. Maybe we can make the wind blow in favor of the crests.

But no. They don't have any strategic advantages or small things in their eyes.

That is, their main hope is the recapture of the Holy Land. Here Garouamaria is a sanctuary of wisdom for the crests. This place, where wisdom and books once gathered from the east and west, was where their main hall was.

Around putting the recapture of this place at the top of our list of goals, the one about the intention of that Virgin Matthia still fundamentally exists, I guess.

It's been a long time since I've smelled bitten tobacco through my nose and sprayed it into the air. It feels good. I may not feel smart, but I feel that way. Keep folding your other finger.

"And one more thing about you, Largud Ann. I just exposed the words to thick paper, as if I could move in the Virgin's favor."

I leak my breath as I raise the corner of my mouth, saying that the Virgin was well perceived and helpful.

In fact, when it comes to the information I gave the Virgin, the extent to which it touched. It does not give words approaching the core or clear words. Naturally. There was Kalia and Hert Stanley on that spot. I will no longer cooperate with the crests in grandeur, etc.

Because whatever the depth of faith is shallow, Hert Stanley is definitely a follower of the Catholic Church. Yes, there is no mistake.

We're, no, we're not. We all went on a journey of salvation as the son of the Catholic Church.

Inside the slums, it smells so nostalgic. The smell of letting the diarrhea go, the rotten smell of people, the smell of boiling dirt in a pan, is all over the place. Oh, I miss it. Smells like my hometown, the back street itself. There is no vibrancy around, everyone is dripping and walking without looking at heaven.

All they have is today. There is no such thing as tomorrow in its chest. Seeing tomorrow, for example, is the way of life of the mighty guaranteed today. Such luxury cannot be tolerated by a weak man like us. It's not like there's anything at the end of the day, just getting older, that's all.

"So, you're not walking around here with a hobby, are you?

Yes, ask Largd Ann to encourage it. From earlier on, her footsteps don't seem to get lost. Going through the same place again and again, I'm sure, is a trick that I can't remember the way. In fact, in a slum full of similar places everywhere on the dim, if this thing moves around, the terrain becomes unreadable.

Ralgud Ann laughed bitterly at my words, naturally.

"Yeah, it's hard to get used to the boulders. I thought I'd accompany my collaborators."

Collaborators and is that what you came for? I see they, the crests, seem to be more and more accumulated to make me part of the plot. Otherwise, the Virgin won't be able to keep an eye on me until she exposes herself to the presence of Largud Ann.

Yes, this is surveillance. We take care of Larguedo Ann, from living here, to making deals with the Alliance, to offering accommodation. If we don't ignore the story of that Virgin and build a system of cooperation with Largud Ann, sooner or later I will lose this lifeline.

At the very least, until we can make a good degree of connection without having to target her here, we need to show some cooperation. The mystery is, why are you buying so much about me?

Oh, no, it's not me. Shake your head gently to deny it. I guess I'm buying a line of things including Kalia, Fialert, Hert Stanley and them who were there. Then the muscles go through to a certain extent.

In addition to that, I am afraid of the rampage between the crests at the end. Whatever we did, we burned down some of the collection of knowledge they cared about the most. From what they say, your guts will boil back.

Suppressing it is the charisma of the Virgin Matthia in the deviation. If you jump that Virgin's hand, I'm not the only one. Kalia, and its dark vessels will also stretch to Fialert La Borgograd.

Yes, for that fialert, too.

"... but here's the thing, I think there's a way to do it better somehow"

Put your hands on your chin and keep your eyes peeled, while showing you what's behind your back. Oh, and Larguedo Ann hammered.

"For once, I didn't sprinkle it because I heard it was your buddy, do you want to disconnect it?

Saying so, she stops her legs and returns her heels. I tried to imitate it and turned my gaze back.

- Gashan, ragged.

Something, the sound of something like iron collapsing. And a resounding rage. The voice of a woman who even apologizes.

If you mean tailing, at least I wanted you to think about what to do when the subject is about to notice.

Wait a while, but nothing will come out. All right, I'm guessing you haven't committed an earlier lapse and you're still on the spot.

I called that name just in case, letting my cheeks cling and my unpleasant hunch stick up my back of my brain.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Fiarat La Borgograd, employer."

The sound of the wooden planks roaring badly, sounds. Ralgud Ann's surprising look and gaze hurts. Nothing. I didn't instruct him, I didn't let him know. Don't blame me for that.

The shadow of the slum's digging cabin, from which emerged the magician's hall, slightly untied its lustrously wrapped dark hair and wandered his gaze like trouble. Fiarat La Borgograd, that's the guy.

"... what the hell"

I see, that would be this dialogue. No, I didn't expect to be told by the person I was tailing.

"Nothing, I just saw him, I didn't chase him around."

What an excuse, Fialert connects words, and her gaze wanders around to escape this pursuit. Behavioral suspicion is extreme.

No doubt, she was following me around. I don't know why. Take me.

What will you do, return with a loud sigh to Largud Ann's gaze as he asks?

It seems to me that there are troubles and spirits gathering them around my back. They're not gonna let me go anywhere.

When it came to walking around the slums and finally getting to where they were, it was a room in a whorehouse.

A simple room with just a bed and a round chair. How narrow, the more people put in as many as four, the hotter and bitter they feel. In addition to that, it is extra narrow because it is the one where the large barrel is situated. I've been wondering, what is this barrel?

Seeing this narrowness, there are probably more than one other stronghold for them, the crests. Should I admire you for being careful, or should I zero my sigh for being troublesome?

"You can't. My hands ran out, but the inhabitants here were deeply rooted in apathy."

Larguedo Ann cooperated with each other and the man who introduced him to each other, waving his neck wide aside and sitting on the chair. The look of his face bowing down and dropping his shoulders is such that I think he could still be crushed by the burden that was on his body.

"Can you give me a good reply even if I use my good offices for food and money?"

With his jaw fingered, a wrinkle appeared between Largud Ann's brows. What a rare impression she makes of such a troubled face that she has a pleasant look at all times.

But I see, and I blinked my eyes unexpectedly. If you wonder why Largud Ann and the crests are based in slums, it wasn't just for simple reasons, such as because people are in and out of heavily and hard to see.

"Humans in slums have their own unique reason and custom. I'll take it, but I don't know if they're going to give me anything. So, Ann, you two?

The man who finally gave that heavily leaned face turns his gaze to me, and to Fialert.

Fialert realized that this place was a whorehouse, shaking her shoulder in what seemed uncomfortable, dyeing its cheeks. Anyway, from the thin wall plate around me, what a glossy woman's voice crawls out over and over and over, it just keeps passing. No, but it'll come into my ear. That's why I can say it's convenient for intimate meetings.

"Yes, this is Lord Hero, Master Rugis. And Mr. Rugis' friend, Mr. Fialert."

To Largd Ann's introduction, Fialert opened her lips, anxiously cat-backed somewhere.

"Um, what kind of meeting is this? It feels like a rogue meeting in a slum, but it doesn't feel good."

The man turned his gaze to Largud Ann as he rounded his eyes, and through her his gaze eventually turned to me. I guess I brought him here for a reason, and that's the kind of gaze I'm asking.

That, of course. But I can't make a promise. This is a bet in a way. A big bet. If we do well, we can pull the fialert in, and pull it away from Hert Stanley. If you fail, there are many means. It's the adventurer who gets used to the dark behind it.

Besides, there's no chance of winning. Um, one thing at the underground temple. The odds of winning are five fifths to see that one. And for me, if I had five minutes, I'd have to say superior.

Staring at this one, open your lips to meet the six eyes.

"A dark secret meeting, a slum, and a gathering of mortals who can't say anything about it. Now, even angels call this good, employer."

tingly, the frown of the fialert rises. The lips showed fright and tightened again to the point where they were likely to tremble, and instead found their throats snarling.

"As I said, this is a secret meeting of villains - how to hold my dear Gallu Amalia to this arm."

In the dark, the tension of the three mingles with the extruded words.

Larguedo Ann and the man, keep an eye out, and keep an eye on each and every step of the fialert. Whatever happens, don't let them get away from here. Whatever she does, it's for immediate processing.

A moment of silence in everyone's nervousness, the black and beautiful eyes of the fialert, were wide open and mirrored what I was.