A Wish to Grab Happiness

Totally guild ale, I guess I'm used to that pain as well. I brought it to the private room, and Karia drinks it up in a light condition.

"Before, it was true that you were credited with the rainy season sky."

Besides the thought, she liked the way it was reputed. There is a gentle grin on the look I recall, shaking the seated chair loosely. He enjoyed his dreamy sensation of drunkenness as he rocked his silver hair.

But at first glance, zero words from the way he was feeling better were entangled in such a vocal tone, like he was born far from cheerful.

"That was a mistake. You flew all the way out there on your own, and then you came back with gunpowder. Hey, Rugis. What the hell do you think I should call this? Do we have to give it a new name?

Like changeable weather, the mood seems to have turned into bad weather.

The words contained the anger that silver hair looked upside down and the aversion to stabbing people with their tongues.

That's easy to understand, even though I'm not very knowledgeable. No, it's me, I could understand it extra. In my previous journey, most of Kalia's anger was directed against me.

But the reason for that outrage is so vague. Hi, I don't have a clue.

"Keep it down. Nothing, it wouldn't be like running down your throat and getting mad. I'm guessing you had to make the right deal to crawl out of that Virgin's bed."

As well, wet your tongue with ale, try to sigh to dissipate the annoyance of Karia. This woman has been around a long time since this happened. No, but naturally, the present is significantly better than before, when violence was also committed.

Those silver eyes blink and stare seriously at these eyes. Such a look as if the willingness to mock and anger had been scratched out and switched to fright at some point.

Very, I'm starting to feel ridiculed.

"So I swallowed my opponent's terms with promise and accepted my cooperation with the crests. Plus, yeah, plus, he said he subordinated that woman."

I guess that woman is referring to Fiarat La Borgograd. Anyway, I feel like it's mixed with pungent expressions. So far, I didn't think we were close, though, on our previous journey.

"It's not like people don't listen well. I'd like you to add a little more foot color."

Lie with your shoulders down and let your voice go straight to the ground. I said, keeping my voice down so that I could crawl the words themselves to the ground.

"Besides, it's just cooperation. They'll use it as a good way to cut it off somewhere."

So I scratch my eyelid gently and tell Karia that I'm just going to do the same.

Yes, of course. Do crests and even Largud Ann trust me? I can't really say I'm from anywhere like this, I have character, I have knowledge. All I have is what I once knew. Who would trust a guy like this? Well, it's a life that's never been trusted before. I'm used to that kind of deal. How can a suspect move? What does it take to prune your suspicion buds?

To see the interaction in the underground temple, I might be able to use it a little bit, if I could, it would be as good as a spark until the fall of Galuamaria, I don't know until I feel it, but if I were to predict it would be to this extent in the Virgin's chest.

So, if there is. Yes, if it is. There's no reason not to give me my palm back. Yale's bitterness washes away the weak sound that went through his throat and nearly exhaled.

"... if they use me, I'll use them too. That's what makes sense."

Place the container containing the ale without making any noise on the table placed between it and the calia.

"The moment they attacked the walled city and put their hands on my dear Maria. There, now is the time when the curtain was about to open. Then I'll smash their cheekbones, ready for it, everything."

Gu, squeezing his fist, narrow his eyes.

I have to do it, that's about it. The most convenient place for an old man to make a name for himself, that's the battlefield. And luckily, I'm embedding that ending and part of the process in this brain marrow.

Great, great conditions. Then all you have to do is use it. I'm just going to balance the pendulum with my fingers. If it's for Arueno's sake, I'll step on that peril.

"Hmm, I see. So, that woman. Why did you put Fialert on the wicked carpet? Now you need a woman who can get her hands on the spot."

I didn't say stupid. That woman, even if she gets her hands on the fialert, the sight on that journey will come back and throw up at that moment. Yale, which was pouring down my throat, refluxes and returns to my mouth. Egumi and a little sweetness spread in his mouth.

Open your lips to meet Karia, who is still staring at you. At a distance of just pinching the table, she's not surprised to grab it the moment she's in a bad mood. My throat trembled slightly strangely.

"Fialerts are indisputable. Just like you."

As soon as the word popped out, Karia's brow slightly rose. Well, this story doesn't seem as quick as it should be.

"I don't know if I'm confident right now, but I'll definitely show my head in the organization. I needed her hands to buy and collect the credit of a crest artist at a low price."

Karia goes on to say, "You didn't think it was a bet," after she muttered.

"Either way, it's a good bet. It was five fifths. I hope she takes this hand. If you don't take it..."

Yes, if you don't take it, that's it, there was a hand. Even if we offer excellent companionship, there is a path as between those who cooperate in a thick way. Karia greets me with a loud sigh, laughing her nose out of words. My silver hair wobbled a lot.

"So why did you tell me? It's about you, for a reason, right?

Of course, that's how I stroke my jaw.

I called the lady inside and asked her to bring me some Yale joints.

"I want you to make a handout here to the self-defense organization of the city state, or, if you can, develop companionship with that manipulation. I can't handle it."

The new ale brought in by the woman retains a good bitter taste. Karia wet her lips so as to encourage the continuation of the words while also placing a slight face on the boulder.

In Galuamaria, an urban state, as its defence mechanism, there are self-defence organizations that rely on the citizens to defend the state, not on the knights made up of nobles.

The organization can belong to everyone as long as they are citizens, and it becomes a shield and a spear to protect the city. Unlike the normal state, citizens become the protectors of the state on behalf of the Knights. Therefore, the voice of the citizens is very strong in Galuamaria.

Is it because of such a formation? People in self-defense organizations have a strong sense of companionship and compatriots. Someone like me in there. Besides, it's visible to be kicked in where a dob-nosed rat who may not be good at it tried to get in. That's a very well understood story. That's how I am.

But not Kalia. Karia is a former knight. And of the traditional garrison kingdom.

While self-defense organizations deny it, there are three things they want their tongues stretched out from the bottom of their minds. Tradition, stories, character.

This is often difficult for self-defence organizations that recruit their constituents over their citizens.

If we solidify its composition in an attempt to gain character and tradition, by virtue of its households and origins, the pre-construction of a self-defence organization by citizens will collapse. It's like painting mud on your own to form as an organization. Therefore, they admire the existence of some knight in their hearts, even as they mend it in their words.

There, whatever its contents are, Kalia, the look can be described as beautiful. If that girlfriend, as a former knight, successfully uses words to incorporate them, the guys from the self-defense organization will forgive them enough.

Among other things, even one of the operational details might zero in with polarity. If you're not a controlled group of knights, extra.

Yes, tell Kalia the back, and shut up about its contents to Fialert because of that.

It would be nice if the fialert were just powdered for a target suspended in front of it, but Kalia can't do that either. So I told you everything. Believe me, it will make it up to you.

The minute I finish talking, my throat. The meat there complains of the presence of foreign objects eating themselves in a scream.

- Oh, even if I say no. Do you have any idea what's wrong with you? I'm not a puppet that moves at your convenience, am I?

Karia's cold, angry words somewhere. As soon as the sound struck his earlobes, he finally understood that what ate into his throat was Kalia's thin finger.

Those silver eyes greet me with a shooting glance, and I wonder what's wrong with the pale lips, slowly embellishing their smiles.

It was the second time I saw that look. Once, on a journey to salvation, when I rebelled against her words.

The look on his face, which is now all over again, frightened and confused me even more than it once was. From the depths of his heels, his toughness climbs. The look didn't just scare people, it attracted people somewhere, because it also made them pregnant with things like beauty.

When I think about it, I feel like I've been thinking a little bit, and I don't know, a lot weird.

I'm sure it is. Her, the fialert thing went too well. So much success that it won't be in my life anymore. So, I guess I made a mistake. My thoughts are that I paint well. I was wondering if maybe all this assumption of mine would work.

Like betraying all the thoughts and assumptions, the woman who held my life smiled with great pleasure as she brightened her silver hair.