A Wish to Grab Happiness

The moment it seemed to everyone that the guards would strengthen their eyes and no longer make it to anything.

For a moment. Yes, it was an instant encounter. Blue light and silver light mix. Strangely enough, there was never a single sound to be played.

No one utters a word, nothing makes a sound. Everyone is breathtaking and tailored as a witness to the sight.

Sabel, who should have been shaken off without eating the girl's right arm, is bounced off by something, bending its body and dancing to the universe. That's how he stayed, teasing, and making a distracting noise and laying himself down on the ground.

It appeared too abruptly. Take the dust with the wind without any context and without any signs.

"No, miss. It's time to stop risking your life every time you play."

wrapped in green clothes, holding a girl cereal beside her, his shoulders clasped, Rugis said.

Cereal's mouth eases for a moment, and then turns into something unsatisfactory. I wonder how I could have been helped again. Try to be so sorry.

But how did this man show up anyway? Cereal's eyes shake, yet forgive his restless heart.

No matter how you scratch, the distance is not in time for people. His own right arm no longer reached the point where parting from his body was inevitable by the Sabel. Even so, this man is probably helping himself by playing the sabel with a knife in his hand. It's like, magic or magic.

In the blink of an eye, this man appeared, wrapped in dust and cut through the sky.

"- Who is it, you? Do you understand the stupidity you are doing now?"

The only man among the guard corps who was taken aback by the appearance of what did not seem like a human enterprise in Rugis spoke out. With those eyes wiped away and reptile-like eyes strengthened.

"I don't have the same kind of affection, lizard husband. Whatever I did, I just jumped the savel where I had an acquaintance's sister who was about to fall off wonder. Didn't you?"

This guy slightly frowns when he meets a guy he doesn't like.

I don't even know his name, but a guard with a slight eye for reptiles. I recognize that one. Once upon a time, for a visit to Galuamaria, he must have been the captain of the guard.

Selfish, exclusive everywhere. Lizard with the nickname. Anything for your own self-serving prosperity, it seems that my men, whatever they are, cut them off. Of course, there is no doubt that he is chewing one to give it a nickname.

"... the daughter is one of the thieves. It is the role of our guards to punish sinners. If I disturb you, you'll have to come where you belong."

narrow those eyes and don't even try to hide the unpleasant condition from the words, Lizard said. It doesn't feel good to be stared at by a gaze that would even be caged in its malice.

Lizard keeps the word going at that rate. The thief stole goods from a merchant who visited Galuamaria, and he fled to a runaway slum. She tells me it was Cereal who helped her.

"I see you've got a lot of work to do. That's enough to kill an irresistible girl's arm."

"Well, if you can, I'd like to slash that useless tongue off too. If you understand, hand over the daughter."

Or are you one of the thieves? The hand rests on the bell at the waist.

He slowly moved his eyes to avoid alerting the target and asked lightly what was going on around him.

The number of guards is five, including lizards. But anyway, people in the Glades are unlikely to be counted on.

That's why it is, of course, unpleasant to be in a situation where fialerts rush. There is no point in keeping things hidden.

Then, in case you're going to pull out a knife, you have to turn five against one person against the enemy.

To the boulder, that's not a good idea. Recklessly. Only a truly powerful person can pass such impotent recklessness, and at least if you can put it up in an ambush or trap, anyway, it's the same way you've put sanity in your mother's stomach to interact with a large number of people directly from the front.

Exactly. It's about people like Kalia.

"If this place is in the wall, I'll think about it. But it's strange, it's a slum. Sir, you know, it's not Gallu Amalia, this is it."

Lizard frowns tingly and the body of the guard that was ready behind him is slightly stronger.

If hostility from the front is not a good choice, the tongue has to be lubricated. This lizard shouldn't be retarded. Sure, it used to be. Then, if you think you don't make sense, you won't have to pull it off if you don't fit in somewhat, it should.

"... do you know what that means, you"

"Yeah, of course. In the slums, you won't pass the law or the authority of your guard corps. 'Cause how could you take control like you deserved? There will be no reason."

Yes, it is precisely within that wall that the walled city of Galuamaria exercises its legal rule.

Slum dwellers connecting houses outside the walls are not even vagrants, if they are not citizens of walled cities. A rogue who's just camping, yes, they say.

That seems to be a lot of inconvenience at first sight, but that would be more convenient for Gallu Amalia. If we also recognise slums as a state, we must recognise them as part of our citizens, not less.

That's a problem. There is no way that an existence that has ever looked down upon as not even a person can ever be recognized, such as becoming part of a citizen. As the upper echelons admit, civic sentiment does not allow.

Besides, in the unlikely event that that happens, grievances also erupt from guilds that have until now treated slum dwellers to unfair cheap manual labour, prostitution and as if they were livestock.

In Galuamaria, a trading city, cheap manual labour has no trouble as long as that is what the country is overflowing with. The more we are, the more the economy moisturizes and the country flourishes.

Cities cannot be made if they are recognized as citizens, while enjoying the prosperity of having slums. What a distorted urban state, that was the way Galuamaria was.

Therefore, I was alarmed that if I poked him through the distortion, the lizard one would pull, as before.

"- I guess the controls are natural. The reason for this is that you are inferior people."

Unexpectedly round your eyes to the word. I don't understand the words released by the man in front of me right now. Thoughts run over into the brain one step behind facts.

There was a feeling of something stiff embedded in the joints of the spine and limbs.

"Seems to turn my tongue somewhat, but did you think that would persuade me? That thought itself is foolish. Who thinks you slum dwellers are ruling the inferior? No one else, not our citizens."

As he continued his words, the lizard told him to tell his lips to be smoother, happier, and no longer just me, but all the inhabitants around him.

"You need no law or reason inferiorly - our glory, the mighty ones who stick to the roof of Gallu Amalia."

The words, which are pale and uttered to tell the natural facts, do not even attempt to hide their chillness and disdain.

That's probably what he meant. Lizard's, the undisputed heart of a man so called. Words without any enclosure concealment. In a way, it was a pure word everywhere. That is how it is also the language of many Gallu Amalia citizens.

I stroked my jaw, an instant thought. In the chest, heat floats like melted lead. My skin is hot and my eyes seem to melt.

I see, apparently, this guy is licking and rotting me and the slum dwellers from the bottom of his heart. If you can't do anything, you're bracketing the height. That's why I was so frightened.

That's right. That should do it. How come, before, when I used to travel. Weren't you, by the same reasoning, looking like you were being persuaded?

Yes, I did say that, was it a fialert?

I know. I understand. Things are different from what they used to be, my position, and even times are different. But still, there are certain things. This guy means he looked at me sweetly.

A boiling gut had worked out the words as it wished, pushing it out of his throat.

"It wouldn't be. Shouldn't we be more serious? He said he was punishing whoever, wherever, and arbitrarily for his merits, if he had reason to be a sinner."

Lizard eyes stare at me more like reptiles.

It's just contempt and anger in those eyes. If a man like you doesn't behave like he sees his heart, he has been provoked by the object he is supposed to trample on, but he is a late, resentful resentment.

Keep the fear of crawling up from your heels on your feet and hang your hands on the knife at your waist.

The grip on the two knives is so well adjusted. It's not bad. Push hard to let the back of the cereal that was turning behind him get away with the mess.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm in the same position as that woman, aren't I? You're saying that the only thing you're reading is a dobby rat, with no reason or thought?

The demon, an emotion that ate and killed reason, even though he vomited so stupidity in his heart, had ugly distorted its expression. A loose, sticky thing builds up in my gut. The feeling is strange and comfortable.

It's been a while. I have something in me. I can see there are foreign objects. And the more emotional it is, the more fulfilling it is to me.

The guards probably saw my attitude and thought it would no longer be a verbal solution. My hands are hanging on the sabel, waiting for lizard instructions.

A moment of silence. In the next moment, I could easily imagine I was bloodstained.

But can you pull it here? It can't be done. Then nothing is different from me before. I don't want to make the choice of suffocating emotions with the skin of reason, raw enough to sell my dignity.

When me, the lizards, the guards, and the slum dwellers understood that the red paint would splash a moment ahead. One voice broke the silence.

- Lieutenant, I don't recall condoning such arbitrariness.

My ear, which received my voice, cramps. It was the thought of my eyes peeling out. I feel the organs that should have been floating in the heat before, cooling rapidly.

Stupid, that word was said in my chest. You're not supposed to be here. I thought you said that in the fold of the Gospel War you were with your uncle in the Garrist kingdom.

But you can't even mishear me. You can't be wrong to look at it.

"Release your hands from the sabel now and explain"

Its exalted voice, its appearance that cracks the crowd and makes it look grand, is indisputable.

Hert Stanley. My enemy, himself.