A Wish to Grab Happiness

When my eyes did it again, my body was on the second floor of the borough tavern where I was based.

Perhaps the time is night. Only the moonlight from the window gently touches the room.

There is no sound around, and the silence surrounds the world. But the opposite is true in the chest. As if they hated the silence of the night, in their chests confusion and confusion were taking each other's hands and swirling at each other.

What happened? After that, what was done and how did it come to pass?

I can remember exchanging swords with Hert Stanley, and finally smashing the lizard's jaw into a face that I can see more often than usual.

But then. I'm not sure how I managed to get away from that crime scene. I don't think I can escape safely on my own while I'm a person at the scene and in the vortex. I mean, someone rescued me on the spot and brought me here.

Who the hell did? Is it also God, and what such a man is fulfilling?

Finally, what I felt.

Sure, wind. That's right, the wind is hissing. That's how I remembered the voice calling me and the feeling in my ambiguous consciousness that I could wrap up in something. The wind brought this body and saved it.

- I see, fialert.

Even if you follow some assumptions, there's only one person that seems appropriate. She's the only one who can get me out of that dueling field with malice and dust.

Of course, just in case, everything is a dream. There was also the possibility that this was my daydream, but the moment I moved my fingertips to get my body up, it was denied.

Heavy pain comes from the right belly and crawls all over the body with momentum.

Unexpectedly eaten back teeth make a noise. Shivering my jaw, I just have to wait and even wait for the pain to pass as it is. Long enough to suspect that that moment when pain passes through the body was multiplied by some prank.

From my forehead, I get zero cold sweat.

"... you can't wake up. Beasts, even dragons, will try to stay calm when they get hurt."

When the dragon was bad, the wound was healed in centuries, and words were uttered out of the shadows so that the fialert could hide just from the moonlight. The language is nasty and rigid.

In addition, my spine jumped from a suddenly voiced consternation, causing my body to suffer agony again.

"Oh... if you're here, tell me you're there, yeah. Why are you doing such a hidden imitation?"

"- Thank you, what?

Feeling like eating these words, Fialert says a nonmeshing reply in a stubborn manner. Not thinking of the words she had not assumed, blinking her eyelids, she began to overlap words just like that.

"So I think you can thank me, me. I know how hard it was to help you out!? Besides... there's already a lot going on in me. Anyway, thanks! Thanks, or something. It's good to have me, or something!?

In the shadows, I can see the fialert laying down its face.

As for this one, he just opens his eyes and rolls his unclear emotions through his chest.

Because as far as I'm concerned, she looks like a stubborn toddler in front of me, and the sober, brilliant, eyeless fialert La Borgograd I once saw on my journey doesn't match much.

No, of course, I'm pretty sure it's been out of the way. This time it must have come off even bigger than it has ever been.

At least he wasn't a weakness to people like me.

"Right. Rugis' brother. No, I have to thank my sister. I barely slept here for a few days."

As usual, a few quiet voices came along with the noise of opening the door of the room.

It's a giant, a slum dweller, Wood, who has to keep his head down to knock at the door. Is that how he took me, and my sister Cereal comes into the room with me? Cereal was shaking his eyes somewhere awkward with his lips closed.

But I see. A few days, huh? That means that the nights I'm spending right now aren't more consecutive than that day, and it's been a while.

At all, did the dreamer quite like my dreams?

"- Well, naturally, all I can say is thank you, Fialert. Without you, I'd have to sleep with Reaper by now."

So I said with more respect and gratitude from my heart and with my lips wet.

Besides, it's not the first time you've said that to be saved by a fialert. Even the underground temple saved this life.

Really, it would already be desperate and natural without her. She was abandoned by the goddess of luck, but not by the goddess of dark hair.

Including that, make the words sound in the room. That must have been an undisputed, backless word that crept up from the bottom of my mind.

But to the boulder, I'm ashamed. It is not true to vomit words according to your heart so straightly.

But it would be somewhat better than being gratefully sold to a Kalia opponent. If it's her opponent, it's not something I know what I can make her do. I'm sure I'm sorry about the words alone.

For a moment, there was zero strangely caged exhalation, like fialert embarrassment, and so

"... one more time. No, until I'm satisfied."

You're lying, dude.

So, I don't know why, but I went from there a few times, scattered until the fialert was satisfied, and I kept shaming.

Wood and before Cereal hears.

Nothing. I knew very well that Fialert wasn't better than Kalia or anything like that.

"Ah... well, thanks to Olea, brother and sister."

After my throat lost a lot of moisture and the fialert leaked exhalation to my satisfaction, Wood reluctantly cut it out somewhere.

Wood bows the giant greatly and bows his head.

"Thank you for the cereal... brother no, sister. I can't thank you enough..."

That sounded like a crying voice somewhere. Unexpectedly, narrow your eyes. That's not only a thank-you, but a voice mixed with remorse and pity.

Cereal, who remains silent, also bows his head small as he smiles at his brother's attitude.

"Olea... I wish I could have gone."

That's a vomiting word. What was sinking heavily into the depths of his belly seemed to rise unwittingly, unable to withstand the suffering.

Bite your lips slightly, make sure you choose the words, say.

"Whatever Fialert is, Wood, you don't have to thank me. That would be the kind of contract."

Yes, this is a contract.

My relationship with these brothers and sisters is just based on one contract.