A Wish to Grab Happiness

It has been a while since we set aside Kalia and her actions and moved her residence to a slum.

When it comes to why the destination is a slum, it is because this was the best point to see how Gallu Amalia is doing and to explore the trends of the crests.

The crests are trying to use the power of the inhabitants here to seize Gallu Amalia.

But it doesn't work. Naturally. There is no one left willing to reach out to the great things that have happened but to repeat their poverty and live with their strength.

I know that very well. Together. Yeah, something I didn't even want to know.

But that's why Larguedo Ann agreed that I would live here, too. Whether it's a small possibility to build a cooperative relationship or not, it's not a bad choice if you want to connect with slum dwellers. Both for me and as a crest, moving to the slums was quite convenient.

Of course, that's for me and the crests. Not necessarily for all humans.

Especially for someone who liked things and accompanied me, I guess it wasn't even convenient.

"Rugis' brother, no... what happened to your sister?

"The sun just climbed out, but I'm still asleep. I can't sleep at night because I'm tired. Classy."

Will the figure be bigger than me twice, Wood, a slum dweller with a huge body, and a liquor store that's about to collapse, playing a wager, zero.

Yes, for me, this place is arguably the best choice for the current situation. Whatever it is, it's not a good idea to grow up. Whether it's worms or sleeping boards, or whores' glossy voices sneak in at night, anything that goes to sleep, whether it doesn't feel good or not, falls asleep.

But Wood called her sister, Fialert La Borgograd, was different. I no longer expected to pull away the college dorm and move this way, but with that passion, the dramatic changes in the environment seem unbearable.

It's been a while since I've been here, but I'm still going to sleep somewhere during the day.

"Hey, pig. I hear some lucky goddess is gone."

"No evil, Rugis' brother. No, two roles."

With relaxed language, Wood opens the bill in his hand. The laugh is much calmer for the slum dwellers. I guess this is due to his original sexual roots. It is fortunate in a way, and unhappy to live here.

Living in the slums are all those with bitter eyes and mouths like they were attacked by famine. Everyone is desperate to live today.

Asking Yale for the price of the bet, he cracked that thick lip and made a grin, and Wood drank it up for a breath.

But, well, sometimes you can afford this. Oh, peace. I thought it was really peaceful. This peace, too, is only possible if there is money for assistance to be received from the crests via Largud Ann.

- Don't, Buta, Dunn.

I hear a slight scream coming from the bedroom upstairs and the sound of me about to step on the floorboard.

Apparently, you're finally awake. This is every time, every time. Wood turned his gaze to ask, but gave it back with a loud sigh.

"Rugis... if you woke up, you woke me up on the spot and I didn't want to?

Fialert, who came down to the ground floor with a gentle tone of discipline, sounded really grumpy. Yes, he whines.

"I woke you up, princess. I'm not gonna wake up, so I don't know what else to do."

How many times has this question been asked? I feel like I've been repeating it so much. I hear a woman named Fialert is terribly ill asleep. I didn't realize that was the fold of my previous journey, but I guess this is what it is in essence.

Though I am finally wrapping my dark hair up on the spot, is my dissatisfaction still in my chest, my lips pointy and roaring? Sitting in a nearby chair, Fialert began to leak the word as it momentum.

"By and large, you're not the one who told me to come. Then at least you can't wait until people wake up in the morning!? I don't feel like I'm being scorned!

The fialert is always in my ear when I wrap my bread around a late breakfast and complain that it's hard.

Don't give me the luxury. It's also luxurious enough here.

Had it not been for Ralgud Ann, perhaps Fialert would not have even been able to live here. The same goes for sleeping beds, but most importantly, the diet is as if it were different. Because not every day is a slum.

"Well, I'd like to wait if I can, too. Look, if the sightseeing lady's sleeping next door, there's no wonder the devil whispered in her ear."

He pulls a new wager as he flaunts his shoulder and puts bite cigarettes in his teeth.

Whether dissatisfied with the words or not, mumbled silently and slowly included in his mouth the hard bread that the fialert could not eat.

Just seeing how it goes reminds me somehow of how a little animal just a chestnut eats things. If you'll keep your mouth shut, some things are called adorability. Listening to your voice doesn't remind you of the trends you once had on your journey.

"But... my brother, no. Ola, I've never seen an exotic before, but you're not involved with those Olas."

Wood pulls the bill as he responds and says with an eyebrow raised. The big nose moved tingly. Apparently, the role you got is a good one inside.

"Well, whatever it is, there's a connection between this neighborhood and the Volvato Morning to the east. You're bleeding too. And it's the same person. It's a lot different when it comes to elves living in the woods."

Me, too, the bills are good. I pass the smell of chewing tobacco through my nose as I scratch my jaw, and I tell that to avoid putting it on my expression.

"What, Rugis, you have an interaction with an elf or something?

It was the fialert that had eaten most of the story. Interestingly shaking those ears. Wood says as he cares about his hand tag in Wood, while opening his thick lips and changing his voice color.

"Elves. Hey, they live in the woods, they screw lost travelers. I see."

Is there a reason?

No, of course, I am well aware that a kind of misconception has arisen as to whether it is such a prejudice against elves or not. Wood's is far too extreme though.

Elves. People living in the woods. He who wears the Spirit to his Lord.

The nomenclature varies, but between states anyway, there is basically no interaction with human beings on an individual basis, and thus they are subjected to various prejudices and misunderstandings.

In fact, until I saw it with these eyes, I also assumed that something with green skin and flying in groups from the trees was the basic ecology of the elves.

In fact, what can I say? Unlike humans born to God, they were people of sculptural beauty, only to be said to have been made directly by the hand of the Spirit.

Not what I want to remind you, but yes, so is that princess who accompanied you on your journey to salvation. Beauty enough to show a clear departure from human appearance. The moment you see it, you breathe, and if you are a clergyman, you may kneel down and give thanks to God for meeting the assembly of beauty on the spot.

I'm sure no one would try to believe how many aesthetic sentences they preached their appearance after the demise of a species called Elves. That kind of thing. This is the first time I have ever understood it by looking at it.

"Right...... well, back in the day, just... They're not busy. If you can do it, don't go up on the stage and don't hold your turn until the curtain pulls - Wood, let's raise our stakes. The prize is wine and cheese, how about that?

Yes, as for beauty. That personality is not entirely speakable. I don't even want to talk about it. It's just that, like us, they're full of prejudice and reasonably affirmative of all kinds of discrimination.

And most importantly, values are far from us. I don't think I can get along very well. That Savior did quite well, though.

Fialert clouded his face, unlike what he had imagined, and Wood nodded at the raise of the bet as he made a distressed bare gesture for a moment. It would be that we have good hands on each other. Then the bet has to be raised to be interesting.

Have you finally had half a loaf of bread and finished eating your fialert? Wood and each other, open the bills to the table. At that time, the sound of stabbing from afar struck his ear.

- Pooh, ooh, ooh.

That's the sound of a horn. It sounded good to my ears, even though it seeped through some cracked sensations. I remember this sound very well. As a slum dweller, it's what Wood's sister, Cereal, uses to call people.

"No, it's a bad day. God must have seen the results before he even saw the bills."

If you open the bill, I'll play four roles. Wood plays five roles. He took a seat as he shook the knife at his waist, making sure he was pulled into the sound of the horn, echoing his voice asking for wine and cheese.

"Le, Rugis' brother no..."

Wood blues his face like he was frightened as he sat at the table, even though he said he was the winner of the bet. On his hands and feet, he was showing tremors that did not suit the giant. Because I know what the horn sounds like.

But is it a sign of willingness, or responsibility, to cramp your knees but still try to rise above your chair? Its big nose is shaking and its breathing is getting rough.

"I don't mind, Wood. At any rate, the end of the Guard Corps would have just come to show the slums its nasty sexual roots. I don't need two or three of my exposed hobbyists."

With the slightest grin possible, I stare into Wood's eyes and tell him so. Wood had a complex color in his eyes that seemed reassuring but then somewhere sorry. Totally, how well. So far it's lived, I zeroed my sigh in my chest.

And as it were, when I told Fialert to keep breakfast going, the words were immediately amputated in the air.

"Why not? I don't like it. That's not why I said it. I'm an accomplice, and I'm hoping you'll take my hand. What's the point of not following me?

When I say something utterly utterly utterly, I rather wonder why you say something that is not appropriate for such a reason, such a voice as I really think. Such confident words everywhere are released from the fialert.

He sighs out in his chest in a different way than he did in Wood's time and moves his tongue to say it.

"Your hair is too conspicuous. If the Guards are here, some of them must have seen you."

Yes. Though this urban state is the center of the deal, the dark hair of the fialert and the eyes of the same color are too noticeable.

In the unlikely event that the guards who would have come noticed the fialert and reported it up there, it would be a little nasty.

Because, although she came to the slums voluntarily, it's also true that there are rumors about what kidnapping is in the city. If they saw me here, they'd know how to use it.

To that fact, it wouldn't be a fia alert you wouldn't notice. Naturally, you would understand. But his brilliant head twisted out these words, perhaps after cognizance of everything.

- So Rugis doesn't need me? Well, I guess I'll go home the way I want. Since I stopped by the Guard's Stuff. "

With a crisp grin, Fialert looked me in the eye and said so.

Big. Yes, I'm forced to swallow it, even as an overly big sigh is about to overflow through my throat.

That would be a threat. Threats in the public and isn't that what it is? Fialert.

"... Hood, get it. At least keep your breath to yourself."

Fialert went upstairs to pick up the hood while placing the half-rolled bread on the plate. Well, look at your weirdly moody back and narrow your eyes.

Hand controlled Wood staring at this one worryingly, throwing up the huge sigh he was pushing to death on the spot.