A Wish to Grab Happiness

No one was there when Fiarat La Borgograd woke up.

The college dorm as usual, the lid of the fialert blinks a few degrees while lying on the bed used to it.

It's the sight of every street. There is no one in the room, just experimental instruments and scattered books piled up. In my head it is not as clear as it was, and I flutter a little.

- Maybe that was a dream.

Such thoughts give birth to voices in the chest of the fialert, without any context. The sight in those black eyes is no different. Scenarios that are too universal. It's the same morning. Oh, I suppose so. You can't be here. Are there others who risk their lives for me? Whatever, I had a stupid dream. I have to be strong and strong.

I'm sure it was a bad idea to go to the guild and make a request. It made a mistake that something would open up the world.

Fialert lays down her black eyes and exhales to calm her thoughts. It was short notice. Go out to the outside world through your guild and see back to those who mocked themselves in that way. Because of those momentary emotions, I ran into stupid shortcomings.

A formal Mage's Guild is not available to her, who is not born in an urban state. The Sorcerer's Guild is only what fattens Gallu Amalia's Sorcerers and is in the interest of the nation. Leftovers like fialerts are not the subject of that.

Well, you're right all the time. The everyday routine begins as usual today. Join Hert Stanley for a lecture in witchcraft and strive for research. That's all. That's all I said, oh, why. I wonder why this is empty in my heart. It doesn't make any difference from time to time. Why is the mind trembling in pain?

My legs didn't make it to the academy, and I couldn't make it to the rendezvous with Hert. For the first time that day, Fialert was absent from the lecture on sorcery. Nobody cared. No one, not interested, in such a trivial matter.

"What are you doing, I..."

Lie down on your face and words leak from your fialert lips by accident. Round the toes of your toes and take a meaningless stroll around the city. Nothing. There's no way there's anything. But somewhere in my mind I'm complaining of a lack.

If I don't want to go back, I'm sorry to go back to that routine, my heart is ripping my chest off and I want to go outside and move. You will never be scorned, underestimated, and your opinions respected. My heart complains that I don't want to go back to that routine very much.

But I have nothing. Dreams, it's all dreams, and yes, the fialert squeaks in my heart. I did something bad to Helt, too. I do feel like you were close to me, right up until then. Apologize later, and also, if you don't ask me to help you with your research.

- Because the only person who does anything for me is Hert Stanley.

He rocked his dark hair, sighed heavily, and turned to Daimon, where nature and legs led out. To be taken by daydreams, Fialert leans against the stone gates and looks out.

Sure, here it is. In my dreams, I joined the man here. So, so.

The black, large eyes of the fialert are bigger and more open. A figure wrapped in green clothes that would have been new, shaking large barrels and a leg toward the slums.

The rest of my dreams were there.

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

Fialert's brain was remembering the man, as if it had cleared a deep sword.

He saved me. He risked his life for that possession, Rugis. Yeah, but that's not a dream. I have not turned it down with the delusions my brain has created for daily comfort, etc.

He does exist, and as such, he speaks to me. And, oh, yeah, he's spinning up words like an incredible nightmare.

Black eyes stare at the faces in the room and open their lips to wrap up their thoughts.

"... that's not a sane word. I don't think so, but you're from some country or something?

Rugis flaunted his shoulder at the inquiry of the fialert, who blued his expression.

"The Virgin I met today is obsessed with Maria. Instead of you picking up my life, I had to have that shoulder or so."

"That means working with the crest teachings. This is insane. Tens of thousands of people in the past took their hands, and no one could make that feat. No, you don't. Just in case you can get it done."

Doesn't that mean being the enemy of the world? Zero noise from the lips of the fialert told him otherwise.

It's scary to just think about it. Most of these neighboring countries are governed by the Catholic Church. There are, of course, differences in terms of persecution of crests, and the extent of repression, except if Galuamaria fell by that hand.

The Cathedral has a good opportunity to put forth a formal crusade to the crest, and none of the kings will miss the right of this city state, Galuamaria, if there is any righteousness.

Definitely. The more unsuccessful and successful the attack on Galuamaria, the more the crests become enemies of the world. Both legs of the fialert twist and stiff as if they had been grabbed by something. Its entire body was found to be tense and its blood flow was fast as if it had gone wild and crazy.

"A joke, right? Just kidding, Rugis. You're just being used, Virgin. Even these people think about you like this!?

A man who was in the room, a girl. The sight of the two intensified slightly, but Fialert found out. Such an alert, such a gaze trying to hold this one down. But I don't. I didn't know that. Behind Fialert's brain is a scene floating in that underground temple. The figure of Rugis, who lit a fire all over his body, helped himself and tried to remain deadly. Oh, I don't like it. I don't want to see that sight again. I don't want to lose him, Rugis anymore. You can't kill him for the recapture of Gallu Amalia and all that crazy paranoia.

What Fialert gave back to the gaze he put on himself, it was eyes that froze everything he saw. Nothing bounces back into those black eyes, the will is brilliant. No one else will be allowed to invade this will, a strong light.

"By and large, you must be an adventurer. If you do, you will undoubtedly be stripped of that identity. You can't walk the daytime world again because of this."

Yes, an adventurer is a small identity to the extent of flying if you blow it. If such things become well known, such as giving crests to participate in the attack on Galuamaria, they can no longer live normally. Nobles and higher classes will not yet be given the opportunity to restore their honor or the occasion to return their stigma to the inferior common people.

Rugis' cheeks, tingly, rocked. Has the word reached him? Emotions no longer appear as large tears in Fialert's eyes. I don't like it. I don't like it. You will be lost, etc. With the dying of those who live hard, etc., oh, no, no. I don't care anymore, such as before such a building.

- How can I tolerate the death of someone who risked his life to save me?

Dark hair hangs on its luxurious shoulders. Your breath is rough, your emotions are shaking your whole body. The body has a fever, and the blood that goes all over the body is hot as if it contained poison.

As he waited for Fialert's breath to settle, Rugis slowly nostalgic for the bite cigarette and, as such, opened his mouth to look for words.

"If I had not been blessed by birth, I would not have been endowed with talent, nor would I have been blessed by God"

To the words dropped in the room, the other three slightly, round their eyes. The words are not a response to the fierceness of the fialert, nor are they as if they were too forgiving. Yes, because if I were to say it, it was a monologue word.

"I licked bitter tannins many times. It was underestimated by everyone and scorned by everyone. Oh, I can't help that. I had no choice. Whatever. I'm the one who can't have it."

Fialert could not have a response to the word. Because I knew better the humiliation of being underestimated and despised. Because he had no skill to accept it, because he had no desire to have it like him.

"The one who has no choice but to walk down the path laid with the thorns of the tsu, and wash his hands and feet with his own blood. Forgive me for going down the path that everyone has been able to follow and for my days of giving up and inertia."

That's a terrible caged word. It's as if you've already experienced that. And those days, such a mouthful as you fear from the bottom of your heart.

"So I made up my mind. This chest has made a decision. If the Virgin is willing to use this one, fine, I'll use them, too. Fialert, how about you?"

Well, that's what he asked, and Fialert's brain moved. What? What do you want me to decide? I can't. I can't do that. Until now, Helt has protected me. Helt was leading me, even as I tried to step off the road. But he's not here right now.

In front of you is Rugis. You're not the only one.

"I'm treading that there's no religious aversion to you exploring the relics of the crest religion. In the underground temple, you looked quite depressed. I guess I do, I remember being underestimated. The experience of being scorned and humiliated...... of course, that's good too if you refuse. It's a good idea to run out here and run to the Garou Amalia guard jar."

I'm not going to stop that, Rugis said, in a tone different from every other light mouth.

Oh, you know what? No matter what happens, you tell me to make a decision, that's what he does. You respect my will, Rugis. Fialert's black eyes swayed, her throat thirsty and her shoulders moved up and down.

- But if you want, you can take this hand.

So, the boneless hand offered. A testament to the fact that he has subdued his life with his spirit and has worn his soul to live.

I don't mind. I don't mind. Whether you're the enemy of the world or not, trying to be scorned by 10,000 people, yes, I don't mind. Just one. Yes, if only one wish were to come true.

Set aside for a moment, the meticulous hand of the fialert grips the boneless hand. The void that entered his head disappeared, and his thought turned to something clear. Oh, it's refreshing. Oh, my God, do you feel refreshed?

"It's an honor, employer - no, you're not. Welcome, my accomplice, Fialert."

- Yes, I don't mind. If you will be on my side forever.